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While for some people household chores are tedious, laborious, and downright boring, for Jungkook they were something entirely different. His hips sway to the rhythm of an upbeat song, his hands gripping the broom as if it were a partner, making it dance along with him, all while a smile as bright as his gaze lights up his pretty face. Maybe it was a habit he picked up from his mother; seeing cleaning as something genuinely fun wasn’t exactly common—at least, that’s what anyone who knew him would say.
His lips bubble with the melody, and he doesn’t hold back as he sings along, his voice blending with the male artist who had been filling his ears through his headphones moments before. Jungkook knows the song inside out, backwards and forwards, which is why he allows himself the luxury of putting on a fake concert for himself and his nonexistent audience. The couch takes his weight—he’s standing on it comfortably, turning it into his stage as the chorus steals the air straight from his lungs.
Long brown strands whip around with the movement of his head, and for a moment he closes his eyes, almost able to feel the crowd cheering and chanting for him. One final high note makes him feel like a true star before he strikes a magnificent ending pose, just like his idols do when they close out a concert. Maybe in another life, the spotlight would’ve been his.
He steadies his breathing and pushes his hair back, clearing it from his forehead. His eyelids flutter open, and reality settles back in, he’s still in his apartment, and the microphone he’d been holding is nothing more than the broom he’d been cleaning with minutes ago. A quiet laugh escapes him as he hops off the couch, making his way over to the coffee table where his phone rests.
He scrolls through his music, searching for something his brain will latch onto, eventually settling on whatever his body feels like enjoying the most. He leaves the device where it is and grabs the hair tie lying beside it, quickly and carelessly gathering his strands into a small ponytail, now it won’t get in the way while he finishes his responsibilities.
The new tune is softer, calmer, allowing him to focus a bit more on sweeping up the dust scattered across the wooden floor, though it doesn’t stop his head from moving along to the beat as he works. Don’t blame him—it’s his way of keeping himself entertained when his boyfriend isn’t home.
Ever since Taehyung and Jungkook moved in together, life has been a rollercoaster of emotions—in the best possible sense, a very good one, in fact. They’ve been together for three years and a few months, roughly five living under the same roof in a modest yet charming apartment in Seoul. At first, it was more unexpected than reckless, like any new experience, they thought they were ready for everything, only to realize there were plenty of surprises they’d have to learn to handle. Like the morning debate over whether or not to make coffee, considering Jungkook was the only one who drank it, or deciding who would take care of the laundry while the other handled the dishes. Or the fact that they couldn’t have a microwave at home because, strangely enough, Jungkook was terrified of them.
Nothing too chaotic or problematic, they adapted well, and the time they spent together only made them more addicted to each other. Good morning kisses, good afternoon kisses, and how could anyone forget the taste of goodnight kisses. Overall, being close to one another didn’t just deepen their relationship, it strengthened their friendship too. Before love ever came into the picture, they had been classmates in high school, inseparable best friends who ended up together through coincidences and almost cliché situations. And that made everything more fun, because they were partners in life, and in crime. They loved each other and pulled pranks, cuddled up together while watching a romantic movie, only to act like strangers when playing fighting video games. They’d smile at each other and then curse the other out for forgetting something at the supermarket. Without a doubt, their lives had become far more colorful after moving in together.
So for the brown-haired, feeling the apartment without his partner’s playful and flirtatious energy for so many hours was almost sleep-inducing, like sinking into a dull, suffocating monotony. He had to rely on his own methods to keep himself entertained and not grow impatient with the slow ticking of the clock. He could try to convince himself he was exaggerating, after all, it had only been five hours since Taehyung walked out the front door, giving him a kiss goodbye. It wasn’t that long, but if he added it to all the time his boyfriend had been absent throughout the week, it started to weigh on him.
An unconscious pout formed on his lips, and the moment he noticed it, he quickly shook his head, trying to push away every distracting thought. He needed to focus on finishing the living room, it was the only part of the apartment left. But it wasn’t easy. It wasn’t, not when he missed his boyfriend and worried about him at the same time. The reason behind Taehyung’s absence crept back into his mind uninvited, and there it was again, his lips puffing out without permission.
They had always been financially stable. Both of them had well-paying jobs with convenient schedules. At least, that’s how it used to be, until the company Taehyung worked for decided to lay off some of its employees, and he ended up being one of them. With a great deal of regret—or so they claimed—his bosses let him go, and now he was out searching for a new job. It wasn’t like they were going to lose the apartment or suddenly struggle to get by. They have savings plus Jungkook’s income was still there, and it wasn’t small, he worked as an assistant at a prestigious fashion company. But Taehyung didn’t like the idea of leaving all the expenses to the younger one.
The search had started on Monday, and now, on Friday, it had been his last round of visits to different companies that might—or might not—be interested in his resume. And of course, it had taken away some of the quality time he used to spend with his boyfriend. Honestly, Jungkook just hoped it would be over soon.
By five in the afternoon, Jungkook put the cleaning supplies back in the hallway closet and added the finishing touches to his masterpiece. His fingers moved to fluff the soft cushions decorating the couch, arranging them just right. Maybe a little too perfectionist—but that was simply who he was. He finished just as a new melody echoed through his headphones, tempting enough that he couldn’t resist dancing again. He had planned to go to his room and melt into the sheets with a good series, but it wouldn’t hurt to let his music win this time.
His body moved through an improvised choreography, letting his hips sway from side to side with the rhythm, his waist following the motion with ease as he simply allowed himself to feel, imagining his partner right there with him, sharing the moment. He drifts into a daydream, Taehyung smiling just for him, hands wrapped around the curve of his waist while he sings, the moment turning magical before ending with their lips meeting.
He doesn’t get to linger in the fantasy much longer. A pair of arms wraps around him from behind, indulging his wish, while a warm breath tickles his neck and a gentle kiss is pressed to his nape. The volume of his music must have been high enough that he hadn’t heard Taehyung come in. It doesn’t take long for him to place his own hands over the older’s, continuing the sway of his body, now accompanied by Taehyung.
Jungkook leans his head back against Taehyung’s shoulder and lifts a hand to remove his headphones, letting Sweater Weather fade into the background, still playing softly.
“I didn't realize you were home, ” he murmured, closing his eyes as he felt Taehyung pull him closer.
“You look so pretty when you dance,” Taehyung changed the subject slightly. He found it hard not to compliment his boyfriend when he looked so good right in front of him.
Full, soft lips traced a path of kisses from the back of his ear to his cheek, so gentle yet loving that they made Jungkook blush and smile like a lovesick teenager. He opened his eyes, couldn’t resist much longer, and in a swift movement turned around, still held tight by his lover’s strong arms, their chests now pressed together. He slid his own arms around Taehyung’s neck, unable to resist tangling his fingers in that silky black hair, all while letting himself get lost in the hazel of his eyes.
Sometimes he wondered what good deed he had done in a past life to deserve, in this one, a man as wonderful as his boyfriend was.
Taehyung was incredibly handsome, a couple of centimeters taller than him, a trait that fascinated Jungkook. His sunkissed skin was dotted with small chocolate moles scattered across his slender yet toned body; his arms were a clear example of how the gym was paying off. He had a chiseled jawline, tempting collarbones, and what could be said about his hands, veiny and large, with long fingers that he knew how to use very well. He was almost like a sculpture created by a god himself—if not a Greek god himself.
Neither of them says a word; they just remain silent in a comfort that’s typical of both of them, hugging and professing their love to each other in a tacit way. Taehyung has such a deep and communicative feline gaze, with just one glance, he can tell you a thousand things and at the same time leave you so mesmerized that you won’t know what to think. Jungkook loves that gaze and at the same time it intimidates him, because just as it’s warm when they’re together, it can be colder than an iceberg the moment the other gets upset. Luckily for Jungkook, they rarely get angry with each other, and rather, that power and dominance in Taehyung’s gaze is usually directed at other… situations.
“I missed you, baby,” he broke the silence, gazing at the other with a sparkle in his eyes.
And of course, it wasn’t all about looks, because Kim Taehyung’s heart was just as beautiful as his exterior. His flirtatious and sweet personality, a kind and helpful man, so noble and loyal. He could undoubtedly be described by anyone as a real sweetheart.
Jungkook had hit the jackpot with him.
“I missed you too, hyung,” his heartbeat quickened in his chest, as it always did when he was with his boyfriend. “Did you have any luck with your job hunt?,” he asked curiously and with a hint of eagerness.
Taehyung’s hands moved to cradle his face, holding it as if it were fine porcelain. He began to gently stroke those faintly flushed cheekbones, and instead of words, Jungkook felt a pair of lips press against his own. A quiet kiss, with a gentle rhythm and sweet feelings.
“Hi, beautiful,” Taehyung said as he pulled away, eliciting an honest laugh from the youngest of the relationship.
“Hi, hyung,” he replied, amused; he knew what Taehyung was trying to do. He stepped back a few inches, creating enough distance, and crossed his arms over his chest to let the other know he wouldn’t let himself be swept up in his games. “You’re avoiding my question.”
Taehyung started looking in every direction except at him, at least for a few seconds before the brown-haired gave him a gentle push in the chest, and after taking a step back from the shove, he set out to speak.
“It went fine,” he replied, confident even though it was an extremely banal answer. “I’ve done what I had to do; now I just have to wait for a call.” He knew Jungkook and knew he wouldn’t be satisfied with that, so he added.
Jungkook smiled excitedly, almost wanting to jump of joy. It was good news, not only because his partner might get a job soon, but also because that would mean the time-wasting job search would finally be over. Thank you, Satan—or whoever’s responsible.
“Do you know when they might call?” He couldn’t help but show his interest, a spark almost flashing across his eyes at the mere thought of making up for lost time.
“I’m not sure,” he replied, offering his right hand to his partner so he could come closer again. Jungkook was a fan of romantic gestures, so who was he to deny him such chivalry? “And if I’m being honest, I hope they call from one in specific.”
Slowly and effortlessly, Taehyung pulled Jungkook close to his body, wrapping one arm around his waist while the other tucked a stray strand of hair behind the younger man’s ear. Jungkook didn’t understand what he meant, but he kept listening as Taehyung guided them to sit on the sofa they’d both chosen at that store before moving in, with Jungkook sitting on Taehyung’s lap.
“Min’s?” he asked, trying to recall the companies his partner had applied to. He could barely remember the owners’ last names. “The one you did on Wednesday?”
“That one” Taehyung agreed with him. “You know I love video games, and I’d love to work in sales,” he said with such adorable enthusiasm that the younger one felt his heart skip a beat. “His assistant said they’d call me sometime between yesterday and today. I really hope they think I’m qualified for the job.”
He understood his partner’s nervousness; he’d experienced it himself when applying for his current job. The nerves eat away at you, your stomach churns, and you feel like you want to throw up, but there’s nothing there, nothing happens. Because it’s just the anxiety of not knowing what will happen, making you have a really, really bad time.
“Everything will be fine, hyung,” Jungkook comforted him with the sweetest of smiles and a kiss on the forehead. His slender fingers traced gentle caresses across his partner’s cheek, almost tracing the line of his jaw to encourage him, to let him know he was there with him. “You’re the best for that job; I’m sure they’ll call in a few hours.”
“Do you think so?”
“I do.”
Taehyung nodded gently, planting a chaste kiss on the corner of his partner’s lips. Like a cat craving affection, he settled peacefully into the space between the younger man’s neck and shoulder, inhaling his soothing scent, allowing himself to forget his doubts and insecurities in the comfort of his beloved’s arms. With his eyes closed, he enjoyed being cared for by Jungkook, returning the adorable favor with caresses on his back.
Snuggled in the comfort of their living room, Taehyung traced abstract shapes with the tip of his index finger across Jungkook’s back. Moving up and down the line of his spine, he could almost hear the brunette laughing at the tickling sensation, while he was there, running his fingers through his hair and playing with it.
The fabric of the shirt the younger one was wearing felt soft to the touch, but it was nothing compared to the smooth, pale, milky skin hidden beneath. He thought about it for just a second, and made the bold decision to slip his hand under the shirt. Skin against skin, his palm embraced the warmth of direct contact with Jungkook’s figure, his fingers fitting perfectly into the curve that defined his small waist.
Jungkook noticed and followed his boyfriend’s every movement closely, attentive to the direction his actions were taking and, of course, entranced by the delicacy of his touch. An enchanted sigh escaped his pink lips, and he lowered his hand simply to hug Taehyung, letting himself be guided without a single complaint.
How could he complain?
“Tae…” the younger one called, almost purring at his boyfriend’s warm breath, which sent little shivers down his neck. From the touch to the sensation of his heart racing in his chest, Taehyung was flipping all the right switches inside him.
“Yes, sweetie?” He was feigning innocence. Jungkook knew it all too well, and it was confirmed when he felt him smile against his neck. His damn boyfriend knew exactly what he was doing.
Taehyung’s fingers began to move upward, until they reached his upper back. He stayed there, his shirt lifted just enough to feel a light breeze caress that bare skin. Jungkook licked his lips and shifted his legs slightly, seeking greater comfort so he wouldn’t feel so aroused by his mean partner.
Since they hadn’t had enough time to be together during the week, their sex life had also been affected. They weren’t satyrs, but it was true that for both of them, it was a good way to end the day—or to start it. It all depended on their mood, and if they were in a really good one, it would be both.
“What do you think you’re doing, hyung?” he murmured in a confidential tone, even though they were the only ones in the room.
“I'm just spoiling my boyfriend a little.” Taehyung parted his lips, the tip of his tongue peeking out between his full lips, and planted a wet kiss at the base of Jungkook's neck. Jungkook held back any reaction, and the dark-haired pulled away just enough to look at the younger one. “Don't you like it?”
Jungkook took the oldest’s hand and guided it back to his lower back, just a little above the start of his ass. With sparkles in his eyes—clearly stars shining at the pleasurable sensations that had begun to build in the brunette—Taehyung could appreciate in vivid detail how his boyfriend’s cheeks flushed a tender crimson, his confidence remaining intact.
“I-I… took a shower earlier, and–” he swallowed a little. “Take me to the bedroom, please,” it was almost like an adorable whine, a statement as cute as it was provocative, because accompanied by those words, Jungkook’s gaze kept drifting down to Taehyung’s lips before meeting his now darkened pupil again.
“Whatever you want, baby.” Taehyung did what Jungkook expected; he took his lips between his own slowly, feigning a search for their tongues to meet, but the moment never came. Taehyung just toyed with his patience a little, and so as not to tease him any further, he lifted him by his thighs and began leading them toward the shared bedroom.
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Jungkook still remembers the first time he gave himself to Taehyung. In fact, that one-night stand at a party was what set off a chain of events and hidden desires that both of them had kept buried deep within their souls. They weren’t drunk when it happened; it was entirely consensual and clearly unforgettable—enough that they wanted to do it again after a couple more romantic dates.
They were young, college students who still played silly games like spin the bottle or truth or dare. However, the main culprit behind the romantic big bang between the two lovebirds wasn’t either of these childish games; rather, they should thank those 7 minutes in paradise for bursting that bubble of tension between the two friends.
It’s worth noting that it obviously wasn’t just 7 minutes, and luckily for Taehyung and Jungkook, their friends got the hint about why they were taking so long locked up in that guest room, so they left them alone. A couple of hours later, they walked out that door with flushed cheeks and knowing smiles, only to find almost everyone completely drunk and a few others still sober.
And Taehyung remembers it very well too, because despite the time that has passed and the countless times he has lost himself in those cherry lips, in that smooth, fine porcelain skin, and in the perfection of his entire body, he will never tire of tasting Jungkook as if it were the first and last time.
He has him lying on the bed—that bed that has been an accomplice to every passionate moment they’ve shared, a witness to their sweet moans, and a spectator to their desire in its purest form. Jungkook looks so beautiful lying on the dark blue sheets, his snow-white skin contrasting sharply with them. He isn’t completely naked; only his shirt is pulled up just above his chest, revealing the results of the exercise he does almost daily, along with those tender, pinkish-brown nipples that seem to scream for him to taste them.
Taehyung is no saint; he allows himself to enjoy the view while firmly holding Jungkook’s thighs against the sides of his hips, squeezing the muscles between his palms, holding back his desire to slap them and leave the imprint of his hand. The path is clear; he moves up and slides along the entire length. Jungkook’s toned legs and thick thighs should be a deadly sin and, at the same time, be considered one of the fucking wonders of the world.
“Tae…” Jungkook sighs, breathing heavily. He feels like prey trapped under the sharp gaze of a born predator. That’s how it is, and it fascinates him.
His legs tighten slightly, trapping Taehyung even more. He doesn’t do much else; he remains docile and expectant, his hands itching to strip the oldest of that annoying shirt and pull him to his lips to melt into the warmth of his skin and the lust of his kisses.
He’s being patient; he knows Kim is thinking about everything he’s going to do to him, and even though Jungkook doesn’t remember ever confessing it to him before, he’s fascinated by how Kim’s gaze darkens with every passing second. He provokes that simply by staying still and looking beautiful, like a fucking work of art.
Taehyung licks his lips and his fingers tighten a little more around him, drawing a ragged gasp from the brunette. Jungkook pulls him a little closer, causing what was once a brush to now be Taehyung’s semi-erect member pressing against his crotch almost directly. Jungkook wants to feel it completely, without the annoying clothes getting in the way, but he stays put, like Taehyung’s good boy.
That thought made him blush, because in his mind he replayed all the times Taehyung told him what a good boy he was right after a blowjob, those occasions when he praised him for his good work, and when he was extremely obedient, he was rewarded with whatever he wanted.
Taehyung’s eyes caught the rosy flush coloring his partner’s cheeks, and he felt even more hungry for him. But like a skilled hunter, he knew that patience was the most important factor.
“What are you thinking about, baby?” he asked in that voice that made Jungkook tremble with just a single word.
Taehyung’s broad, strong back arched over the younger one, his lips finally answering the call of the pair of little buttons. It took his tongue less than two seconds to find the right nipple, making sure to moisten it and savor it as if it were the most delicious dessert. Jungkook’s chest rose and fell with every breath; he felt a current run through him from head to toe as his boyfriend nibbled on his nipple until it was hard.
The brown-haired’s eyes closed; he was sensitive in that area, and Taehyung knew it. Or rather, he was the one responsible for that sensitivity.
“I asked you a question, Jungkook,” he heard again, just as one of Taehyung’s hands fell onto his chest, cradling his left pectoral. “Aren’t you going to answer me?” It was a stern tone, full of dominance.
“I-I…” Jungkook’s voice trembled before he could answer; Taehyung’s hand began to squeeze and knead his chest, all while taking hold of his nipple again. “I-I was thinking about… T-Tae,” he couldn’t form his sentences properly with his boyfriend playing with his chest like that.
Taehyung’s tongue wrapped around his areola, sucking hard. A deep moan escaped his throat, signaling Jungkook to keep talking. His right hand never his thigh, so Jungkook clung to it more tightly, beginning a slow, rhythmic rocking of his hips.
They hadn’t even started yet; it was just foreplay—the kind Taehyung loved—and Jungkook already felt heated.
He cleared his throat and swallowed, pressing his eyelids shut, focusing on responding to Taehyung and not on the delicious friction being created by the oldest’s feigned thrusts. “I was thinking about how much I—” Taehyung thrust a little harder, drawing a moan from him as the desire began to make him impatient. It had been completely on purpose.
Taehyung took one last bite of the battered, wet little nipple, mesmerized by the way it glistened with his own saliva. With a touch of regret, he released Jungkook’s chest; he loved that part of his body, but he’d have time later to leave the other nipple just as marked as the first. Now there were other parts of his boyfriend’s body to savor.
“Keep going, baby. I’m listening,” he sat up, and now his left hand slid down his waist, making sure to send a shiver down the pretty boy’s spine. Nothing was more wonderful than seeing Jungkook’s eyes shine with the sensations he himself was causing.
Taehyung gradually slowed the pace at which his hips moved against Jungkook, torturing him with his tempting yet cruel actions. But he wouldn’t lie—he liked being treated that way, no matter how agonizing it was.
Maybe that’s why they were the perfect couple. Even their damn kinks complemented each other.
“How much I want you inside me,” he whispered. It hadn’t been his initial thought, but without a doubt, it was all he wanted at that moment. He was begging for it. “Please.”
Taehyung bit his lip as his fingers slid up toward the waistband of the athletic shorts Jungkook was wearing that day. He lifted his boyfriend’s hips, pulling the shorts down along with his underwear, leaving his lower half completely exposed to his view.
His hard dick, with its reddish tip, demanding attention, dripped a hint of pre-cum, pointing upward and craving some touch. Taehyung brushed his erection with the back of his fingers, then leaned toward his partner again, getting close enough for their breaths to mix.
“Very good, pretty,” the raven-haired man praised, slowly moving down Jungkook’s length, reaching his testicles. “You know how much I like it when you tell me what you’re feeling.” He didn’t linger long in that area; his goal was elsewhere.
Jungkook gasped for the air his lungs needed. He opened his lips, hoping to feel Taehyung’s take them over, claiming him and plunging his tongue deep enough to taste him completely, while Taehyung’s mischievous fingers made their way between his ass.
“You're so cute, my love,” he flattered him with complete sincerity, his words full of feeling. And Jungkook eagerly awaited the touch of his lips, but it never happened.
It was a torturous brush—their lips barely touched, and their tongues only grazed each other for a brief second. Just as he expected a fiery battle between their mouths, Taehyung stole the breath he’d worked so hard to regain with a fake kiss.
“Hyungie, p-please,” he pleaded, trembling at the fingers now tracing his entrance. He was just teasing him, in the most bastardly way possible.
Ah, honorifics during sex. They usually skipped them; Jungkook lost himself completely in the frenzy, forgetting any show of respect toward the oldest one. Not that it was necessary in their daily lives; they’d known each other for far too long to avoid formalities sometimes. But in moments like this, Jungkook became a little manipulator, knowing the immense weakness that arose in Taehyung when he heard that honorific with the diminutive included while the younger had his legs spread for him, waiting to be fucked to exhaustion.
Don’t blame him—it wasn’t just the moment, it was the way he said it. Jungkook spoke with a broken voice, almost sobbing, with a sweet longing. His glossy lips and sparkling eyes were even more tempting and manipulative on their own, and even though the black-haired was in control in bed, he’s completely vulnerable to his partner’s charms.
Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed slightly; his fingers parted and stopped wreaking havoc around the youngest’s entrance. “It’s not fair, baby. I’m trying to be gentle with you, and you just make me want to fuck you without any preparation,” Taehyung said with feigned pity, cupping his partner’s chin. Jungkook, like an obedient puppy, propped himself up on his forearms to gain some height. “Should I do it? You won’t be able to complain later, my love. It’ll be your fault,” the older man tilted his head, feigning condescension toward the brown-haired.
His thumb traced up Jungkook’s face until it reached his lower lip, so plump and flushed from the kisses they’d shared earlier. It was swollen and moist, so much so that he couldn’t resist caressing it reverently. He pulled it downward and pushed gently, his gaze fixed on Jungkook’s beautiful mouth.
“Do you want me to do it, Jungkook?” he asked with seriousness and darkness in his eyes, pushing his finger inside the mouth, and Jungkook felt even more horny.
His lips seized that finger, wrapping his tongue around it as if it were a candy, as if it were his hyung’s erect dick. At that moment, Jungkook wanted nothing more than to suck his boyfriend’s cock until he was completely drained. Taehyung pulled his thumb out, admiring how a thin thread of saliva still connected it to his boyfriend’s naughty little mouth.
Jungkook shook his head, responding to Taehyung. Instead, he sat up on the bed and gently pushed the other to stand, his hands moving toward the waistband of the pants Taehyung was wearing, seeking to remove them. The black-haired made no objection and let him take care of the clothes that were already beginning to bother him.
With little patience and quick movements, Jungkook let the clothes fall to his knees and didn’t hesitate to take his boyfriend’s prominent erection in his hand. His mouth watered, and he almost purred with pleasure as he felt the older man’s long fingers combing through his hair.
“You know how to do it, baby,” he encouraged him to begin. Jungkook knew how his partner liked it, and what a coincidence that he liked it the same way. Deep, slow at first, eager at the end, as if the world were ending tomorrow.
The brunette wrapped his hand around his cock and began the task of getting it completely wet. He stuck out his tongue and ran it from the base to the tip, applying a light suction to that area. The pre-cum spread across his taste buds; Jungkook curled his tongue and slid the tip over the urethra, almost gasping as he took in more of that flavor. He went back down to the base of the penis, making sure to wet the entire shaft to make the job of jerking him off easier.
He could use lube, but he preferred to suck his hyung’s cock until he was satisfied.
He started slowly, taking in as much as his mouth could. A little more than half was taken in by the warmth of his mouth; he strained to take in as much as he could. He would never get used to Taehyung’s size, and for Jungkook, that was something far too positive. His eyes were locked on his partner’s, admiring his reactions and everything he was doing to him.
Taehyung’s eyes never left him, and that encouraged him to take in a little more, while the fingers in his hair tugged gently at it. He gave his jaw no rest, nor his tongue; he kept busy taking in and sucking on the erection between his lips, moving his head up and down in a rhythmic motion accompanied by his hand.
Taehyung lets him take the lead for a little while longer, allowing Jungkook to start fucking his mouth on his own at a more voracious and steady pace. He helps him set the rhythm, pulling his hair and thrusting his hips with precise strokes, going deeper and deeper.
“I love how you look like this, baby,” Taehyung confessed, breathing heavily, a few grunts escaping his chest. His fingers brushed away the strands of hair that had stuck to the youngest’s forehead, allowing him to see more clearly the mess he’d become. “You look so pretty with your little mouth busy.”
A layer of sweat beads on his skin; his eyes hold back small tears from how well he’s being fucked. The tip of his boyfriend’s cock reaches his throat, but like a good boy, he just breathes and ignores the gagging, because he doesn’t want to stop—Jungkook doesn’t want Taehyung to stop. It’s a far too lewd image; the older uses his thumb to wipe away the obscene trail of saliva dripping from the corner of the younger boy’s lip, and brings it to his own mouth to savor it under his boyfriend’s glassy eyes.
Jungkook feels like he’s losing what little stability he has left—and that’s saying a lot, considering he’s still sitting on his heels on the bed while his fucking, hot boyfriend relentlessly fucks his mouth. He feels feverish, his heart racing in his chest and a surge coursing through every nerve in his body. A few tears slide down his cheeks without his consent, further proof of the immeasurable pleasure that man was giving him.
Jungkook moans with Taehyung’s cock in his mouth, doing so knowing how much the older man loves to feel the vibrations his whimpers cause. There’s nothing Taehyung likes more than hearing his boyfriend fall apart for him.
Taehyung’s breathing begins to quicken, a sign that he’s about to come. On one hand, he’d love to cum in his boyfriend’s little mouth and watch him swallow all his cum, but on the other, he wants so badly to fuck him and cum inside him. He takes a couple of seconds to decide, before feeling Jungkook move his hand with more intensity and frenzy, almost begging him not to pull away.
“Do you want it in your mouth, baby?” Jungkook nods, looking so broken and shattered. His cheeks are wet and flushed, his hair messy, his own cock dripping profusely. He feels him sob quietly before cupping his cheeks and sucking on the head, his hand pumping without stopping. Taehyung lets out a guttural moan, releasing himself completely into the younger man’s throat.
Jungkook pulls it out of his mouth after swallowing, still pumping to get as much semen out as he can, cleaning the now-flaccid member with his tongue. His battered lips leave tender kisses all along its length, gazing at Taehyung with adoration. It was shamelessly adorable, and Taehyung would make sure to give his pretty boyfriend his due reward.
“You did it perfectly, my love,” his hands cupped the younger man’s face, pressing their foreheads together in a tender touch. He caressed his cheekbones, stealing a brief kiss on his lips as well. “My pretty Jungkook deserves a prize.”
He wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him close, and initiated a deep, passionate kiss. It didn’t take long for it to turn into a perfect waltz between their mouths, their expert tongues battling and dancing at the same time. He settled him onto the bed, returning to his favorite position, with the younger one spreading his legs for him.
He trailed his kisses down Jungkook’s neck, making sure to leave marks that would not let him forget anything that had happened, and that would make it clear to anyone who looked at Jungkook the wrong way that he was already taken. Like a true artist, he painted purplish marks along his collarbones, moving down his chest. He took the time to tend to and savor the left nipple before leaving another hickey right next to it.
More and more marks began to adorn the pale skin, on his stomach and even the insides of his thighs. In the new position, Taehyung made sure to spread his partner’s legs wide enough and settled right where he wanted to be.
Jungkook stifled a scream as he felt Taehyung’s tongue trace a straight path between his buttocks; his hips were lifted by the oldest just enough to give him full access to his entrance. Taehyung gave another lick, and this time Jungkook’s voice echoed throughout the room.
“Hyungie~” he pleaded, hoping that Taehyung would understand everything he was asking for with just that one phrase.
He wanted him to eat his ass until he cried, he wanted him to take him so hard he couldn’t walk, he wanted him to etch into his memory who the only person was who fucked him so well. He wanted to feel Taehyung so deep, hitting his sweet spot, until he couldn’t think of anything else.
Jungkook’s hands cling to the sheets and clench into fists as he feels the tip of Taehyung’s tongue against his entrance. It hurts a little—after all, they haven’t had sex in a while—but nothing he can’t handle and nothing he dislikes entirely. The boneless pushes deeper between his walls, forcing its way through his tightness, and Taehyung’s fingers dig into the flesh of his thighs, claiming what was his.
He moved with skill, thrusting his tongue in and out of that tight, warm little hole. His lips sucked and slurped around the ring of muscles, creating a sound that was far too dirty. Now it was him who had drool dripping down his chin. Taehyung brought a hand to his own cock, stroking it again. Just tasting his boyfriend’s delicious ass and hearing him babble his name had him semi-erect, so he used an eager back-and-forth motion to make it fully hard. He wanted to fuck Jungkook through his orgasm, push him to the limit, and overstimulate him until he heard him whimper because it was too much pleasure.
And it wouldn’t be hard for him, considering how desperate the brunette was right now. His tongue swirled, pushed, and teased the sensitive insides, so fast that all that could come out of Jungkook were incoherent words filled with longing.
“Mgh, Tae!” he moaned loudly, music to the his boyfriend’s ears. “M-More,” he begged, arching his back in pleasure, almost feeling his eyes roll over again.
He didn’t have to ask twice.
Taehyung pulled back just enough to make room for a couple of his fingers. First he slid one in, listening to Jungkook’s sharp moan as he begged for another, so he obeyed his boy’s demands. Soon there were two fingers moving inside him, in scissor-like motions or precise thrusts, leaving a few bite marks on the skin of his thighs.
“Do you want to come, baby?” Taehyung asked, focused on covering Jungkook’s thick thighs with his kisses. No one loved every inch of Jungkook’s perfection more than Taehyung.
“Please, T-Tae.” Taehyung was fucking him with such precision and urgency that he could barely manage to utter pleas and curses; only anxious whimpers for more and moans that betrayed his state filled the room, sounding so damn desperate and broken that it made him blush.
He’s aware that he’s too loud, and Taehyung isn’t helping him keep his composure at all.
“Come for me, baby,” he encouraged, lifting himself just enough to press his lips against the youngest’s in a kiss that robbed Jungkook of whatever breath he had left.
Fingers curve inside him and brush against his prostate with little effort, causing Jungkook’s member to release completely after a couple of seconds, staining his abdomen with white streaks. A loud sob gets lost in the kiss, and he bites the older man’s lower lip so hard as he cums that he feels a slight metallic taste seep through. Taehyung smiles, not caring about his broken lip—after all, it was proof of a good kiss.
And of a good fuck that was still far from over.
Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut; he felt ecstatic, still being fucked by those fingers through his orgasm. The heat in his gut was intense, so intense that he felt like something was burning inside him. It wouldn’t let him catch his breath; it just kept attacking him over and over, rubbing his prostate like cruel torture and pounding so hard inside him that he wished it were his cock.
“Mgh, Tae… it’s t-too much!” he gasped, completely broken, pulling at the sheets for support.
Taehyung didn’t want to make him wait any longer; he was ready to bury himself completely inside his boyfriend, fuck him until he couldn’t walk when he woke up, and abuse his prostate to hear him scream his name over and over.
At least that’s how it was until a soft melody broke his concentration. It immediately caught Jungkook’s attention.
On the nightstand next to the bed, Taehyung’s phone was ringing. Normally they would have ignored it and gone about their business, but given the situation and the fact that Taehyung was expecting an important call that day, it was absolutely crucial not to miss the opportunity. Jungkook let out a sigh, reluctant to have the oldest’s cock stop thrusting inside him. He really wanted it and hated being left frustrated like that just because of a phone call.
However, Taehyung never stopped moving his fingers inside him, moving even faster and more erratically than before, prolonging the climax that Jungkook thought that device had ruined.
Isn’t he going to answer? Jungkook thought in the midst of his haze, letting out a gasp when a third finger joined the other two.
“Kim speaking.”
But he was completely wrong.
His eyes flew open to make sure what he thought was happening was actually true. Sure enough, his boyfriend was talking on the phone while he had three fingers buried in his ass. Panic almost took hold of Jungkook—and say “almost” because those three fingers were preventing him from thinking straight. He had to make a superhuman effort not to moan out loud as he listened to his boyfriend speaking to someone on the other end of the line.
God, he begged for the call to end soon. He wanted so badly to be fucked, and at the same time to punch Taehyung for doing something as crazy as answering a call while they were having sex.
His right hand covered his mouth, while the other held onto Taehyung’s arm, wanting to push him away but lacking any willpower. Jungkook could breathe easier when it finally stopped, feeling suddenly empty. His heart seemed to return to its normal rhythm, and the danger had passed. Or not, really, because Taehyung had aligned his member at his entrance, pushing into him without a second thought. Once again, his heart was racing, and a loud moan nearly escaped his lips.
His eyes meet Taehyung’s, and Taehyung just looks back at him with an innocent smile, all while continuing his call.
“Sure, I don’t mind answering a few questions right now,” he says calmly, keeping his gaze on his boyfriend, swaying his hips in a slow, deep rhythm. The older man gives him a quick gesture, placing a finger to his own lips, asking him not to make too much noise.
Was he planning to fuck him while he was on a job interview? Oh, fucking yes. Jungkook loved Taehyung, he loved him too much, but sometimes he ended up hating him. This was one of those times.
Taehyung holds his phone in his right hand, while his left hand grips Jungkook’s thigh, pulling him closer and positioning him at hip level. He leans a little further over him and thrusts calmly, going all the way in and delivering hard, precise thrusts at that spot that made the younger one melt.
Jungkook liked it fast, rough, almost desperate; sometimes they made it slow, passionate, and more romantic. He couldn’t describe the way Taehyung was fucking him right then, other than that he was making him see stars while torturing him.
Every moan that tries to escape his lips is stifled and held back, his palm muffling the sobs and whimpers that Taehyung wrings from him with every thrust against his sweet spot. He wants to moan his name, he wants to cry out for the love of his life who is taking him straight to paradise with his actions, but he can’t because Taehyung has asked him to be quiet, and he, like a good boy, obeys without complaint.
As the minutes pass, Taehyung increases the speed, though not to the point where the sound of their skin slapping fills the room—though he’d love that too much. The tight walls embrace his hard erection, squeezing even tighter around him, unwilling to let him go until he reaches the limit again.
Jungkook’s member is dripping again and bouncing to the rhythm of Taehyung’s thrusts. It hurts, but he won’t touch himself; it’s already too much to bear with his partner relentlessly teasing his sweet spot without stopping.
He hears him talking about sales, statistics, and who knows what else. He has no idea how long a call like that might last, but even though Taehyung’s mind is engaged in a conversation with the person on the phone, his whole body is focused on just one thing. Taehyung rested his phone between his cheek and shoulder, and with both hands pulled Jungkook’s hips closer, thrusting a couple more times before pulling out of him. The younger boy’s glassy eyes searched for answers on his boyfriend’s face, who simply sat up on the bed and then pulled the brunette’s arm, inviting him onto his lap.
Jungkook swallowed, his legs trembling and his excitement stuck in his throat, and slid into his partner’s lap, now hearing their conversation a little more clearly. His gaze screamed that this was madness, but Taehyung was smiling at him with such confidence that he couldn’t refuse him anything. He received a brief kiss, so fleeting that it left him wanting more, but for now, it wasn’t possible. The raven-haired picked up his phone again and, with his other hand, gave the younger one’s cheek a hard but silent slap—a spank that made him stifle a squeal and encouraged him to do what they both wanted.
He took his boyfriend’s length and aligned it against his entrance again, moving slightly and toying with the other’s patience for a few seconds, simply brushing the pre-cum that was flowing abundantly. Taehyung himself stifled a gasp, and his gaze darkened further; it had been a small victory for the brown-haired.
He stopped playing and slowly lowered himself, arching his back as he felt himself being filled again. A slow movement began; Jungkook, still lost in the haze of pleasure, swayed his hips in circles and moved in eights, his breath trembling with the simple friction. Taehyung’s hand embraced the youngest’s waist, tightening slightly when he wanted more. He almost heard him say “move,” but in the end, it was only the movement of his lips that commanded it.
Without further delay, he began to jump, over and over again. His palm rested on Taehyung’s chest; he could feel it vibrating from the hoarse gasps that couldn’t quite escape his lips.
How long had the interview been going on? Maybe 10 minutes, and Taehyung had kept his composure long enough, while Jungkook did everything he could not to ruin his effort. The atmosphere was hot; Jungkook was immersed in the sensations, and it was when his boyfriend decided to masturbate him without any consideration that he couldn’t take it anymore.
Sobs began to escape from his swollen lips, and the tears that had welled up in his eyes streamed down unchecked. The whimpers were audible, broken, and desperate, and the solution Taehyung found was a very simple one.
He released the brunette’s member, and his fingers wrapped around the other’s neck, tightening slightly around his throat as he glared at him warningly. Jungkook threw his head back, obeying completely and stifling his whimpers, while Taehyung moved his hips upward to make the thrusts harder, almost as if he were doing it on purpose.
He surely was.
Taehyung’s deep voice was the only thing to be heard, as calm and confident as ever, as if his pretty boyfriend weren’t riding him and he wasn’t gripping his throat, pushing him to the brink. Both were in ecstasy, and after a couple more thrusts against his prostate, Jungkook came with a muffled moan, covering both of their abdomens with his cum. He clenched so tightly around Taehyung that he came at the same time inside him, this time a heavy breath escaping his mouth, but thank goodness it didn’t raise any suspicion. He released him, and both struggled to catch their breath, Taehyung managing it better than the younger one.
Jungkook smiled wearily and curled up against his partner, resting his head on the other’s shoulder and hearing the stranger’s voice more clearly. Listening to him talk about his work was enchanting, especially since he spoke with passion and confidence. They stayed like that, Taehyung caressing the brunette’s back, softly cooing as Jungkook recovered.
That had been one of the craziest ideas Taehyung had ever come up with, but it was also true that he’d never felt so turned on—by the idea of being caught in the act. Maybe once the call was over, he’d take it upon himself to let him know both things. In the meantime, he wasn’t complaining about being pampered by his handsome man with jet-black hair.
It’s worth mentioning that the following week, they were both celebrating and jumping of joy in the living room of their apartment after receiving wonderful news, kissing each other excitedly and ready to open a bottle of wine just to celebrate.
Taehyung had gotten the job.