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Jungkook frowns. "Really?" He calls out as the last member, besides himself and Taehyung, leaves for bed. Although, to be fair, he's surprised that Jin had lasted as long as he did. Usually he's the first one in bed.
"Really." Jin replies. Don't get him wrong, it's not that Jungkook doesn't want to spend time alone with Taehyung - he does - it's just that whenever they're alone, things tend to get... intense. Not to mention Jungkook's undying crush on the other. But that's a minute detail, truly.
"Goodnight, mother," Taehyung calls playfully, giggling to himself as Jin disappears up the stairs. They'd been playing truth or dare for at least an hour now, with different members abandoning the game along the way, but in all honesty, Taehyung didn't mind - as long as Jungkook didn't leave. It really wouldn't come as a surprise to the members that Taehyung had feelings for Jungkook, and not just some silly sort of infatuation. Taehyung really, truly liked Jungkook, though he was way too shy to come out and confess right away.
Jungkook turns to Taehyung, smiling shyly. "So, do you want to continue playing?"
Taehyung snapped away from his excited thoughts when he heard Jungkook's voice, looking towards him with his signature bright grin. "Of course, I'm not one to quit so soon."
Jungkook nods, both more relieved and more nervous. "It's my turn, right?" He asks, deciding to join Taehyung sitting on the couch. Taehyung nods at the question, crossing his legs as Jungkook sits in front of him. "Truth or Dare, Hyung?"
Taehyung feels a bit nervous, though it's a good kind of nervous, biting his lip as he thinks about what option to choose. "Mm...Dare. Let's start it back up in a fun way," he decides, smile still bright and wide.
"Fun, right..." Jungkook mentally scolds himself for all the dirty thoughts that immediately surface. "I dare you to, uh," He says, stalling to think of something. Taehyung bounces up and down in anticipation as he waits for Jungkook to think of a dare.
"I dare you to dance to that song - what was it - Sexy Back? By Justin Timberlake. I'll bring it up on my phone." He offers, scrolling through spotify to find it. Taehyung laughs slightly - of course it would involve dancing.
"That's easy, Kook," he says, standing from the couch and waiting for the music, striking an exaggerated pose to hold before the music begins.
Jungkook smiles, shaking his head. The pose is ridiculous. He hits "play" and settles back into the couch to watch him. He gulps, not entirely realizing what he had signed himself up for until Taehyung starts moving. Taehyung smiles when the music starts, body moving immediately with the beat. Usually, if the others were there, he would be silly and goofy, but not this time. Jungkook is the only one there, and he's going to put on as much of a show as he can.
Jungkook is hypnotized. Sure, he's seen Taehyung dance a million times before. But never like this. Never so intense. He subconsciously licks his lips, holding in his breath. He "woos" and cheers, but that's only to cover up his instant arousal.
Taehyung is rolling his body and running his hands over it, biting on his lip as he bends his knees, his ass sticking out just slightly. He dances until the music stops, panting slightly as he looks towards Jungkook with a heaving chest. "How was that? Satisfactory?"
Jungkook stutters, the word 'satisfactory' feeling much like a slap in the face. "That was..." He says, running a hand through his hair. "You're a very underrated dancer, Tae." He blushes, looking away as the other boy sits back down on the couch.
Taehyung smiles to himself when Jungkook calls him underrated, laughing softly. "I know, right?" He says playfully, cheeks blossoming into a rouge hue as he looks towards Jungkook who doesn’t seem to be able to meet his gaze. "Truth or Dare?" He asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
Jungkook takes a moment to think about it, before deciding he'd do a dare as well. "Dare." He smiles, nervously.
Taehyung claps excitedly when Jungkook picks dare, biting his lip to try and think of something to pick, causing Jungkook to purse his lips as waits, hoping that Taehyung will go easy on him and not have him do something too degrading.
"Oh!" He gasps, laughing softly to himself. "You know that movie, Magic Mike?" He asks, blushing softly at the thought of even admitting he knew the movie. "I dare you to pretend you're one of the performers in that movie, put on a show. You can pick the music, to make it easier," he says, wiggling his eyebrows again as he bites at his lower lip to contain his excitement.
Jungkook's eyes widen at the request, but he stand up nonetheless. "You're on," he says, trying to sound confident and like he knows what he's doing. He picks the song EXO - Playboy, and turns it on. He takes a breath, steadying himself before the music starts. When it does, he feels a little stupid, but he wants to impress Taehyung so he goes all out for it. He thrusts his body along with the music, makes a few obscene gestures that he can tell captures Taehyung’s attention.
Taehyung was half expecting Jungkook to turn down the dare, so when the other goes totally and completely for it - really completely for it - Taehyung feels as though the oxygen level in the room absolutely depletes, his entire face turning as red as a tomato while he watches the other move obscenely, wishing in his mind for once in his life that he could be the floor under Jungkook.
About halfway through the song he rips off his shirt, throwing it away. When it's over, he's ended on his knees, arms wide, panting. He'd closed his eyes, and he opens them nervously. "Was that okay?" He bites his lip.
Taehyung doesn't even think he can answer the other, eyes gazing towards his chiseled chest for a moment before he takes a shaky breath in, obviously extremely flustered as he nods. "M-More than okay, d-definitely."
Jungkook doesn't seem to notice the others difficulty to breathe as he collapses back into the couch, before remembering his shirt. "Oh yeah, I should probably go find my shirt." He says, without making much of an effort to get up. He's still a little winded, and he nervously looks at Taehyung, who hasn't taken his eyes off him. "I can't believe I did that." Jungkook confesses, laughing and covering his face, embarrassed now that it’s over.
Taehyung's sure he looks dazed, mind filled with lustful, inappropriate thoughts as Jungkook sits back beside him, panting slightly. He's oh-so tempted to tell the other to ravish him on the couch, but he holds back, snapping back into reality when the other mentions finding his shirt. He’s pretty sure he lets out the smallest of whines, clearing his throat to shrug his shoulders. "Don't you sleep without a shirt? It's almost bedtime," he reminds, trying to be nonchalant. "I can't believe you did that either, but you did one hell of a j-job."
Jungkook blushes. "Well I'm glad you like it. It was for you, anyways." He blushes deeper after his confession, fidgeting with his hands. Taehyung’s stomach flips at the admission, chewing on his lower lip.
"So um," Jungkook murmurs, somehow accepting the fact that he'll just be shirtless now. "Truth or Dare, Hyung?"
Taehyung has to focus on keep his eyes off of Jungkook's abdomen, biting hard at his lower lip, his blush rising to the tips of his ears. "Mmm...Dare," he answers again, smiling a little sheepishly.
"Hmmm," Jungkook thinks, before he leaps to his feet excitedly. He runs off to the kitchen, leaving behind a very confused Taehyung.
Taehyung's worried that when Jungkook leaves, he's gone for good, going off to bed for the night. He's pleasantly surprised when the other comes back, though he widens his eyes to see a bottle of soju, biting at his lip.
"I dare you to drink at least half of this." Jungkook grins, holding it out to him.
Taehyung's always been a lightweight, and alcohol has always been able to make him much looser and more free. "That's not hard," he answers truthfully. He likes drinking, even if he got tipsy very quick. He takes the bottle, slugging a little more than half before giggling as he hands it back, expression much more relaxed. "Yummy."
Jungkook rolls his eyes. "You must be the only person I know who actually /enjoys/ the taste of Soju." He giggles. He can see the change in Taehyung immediately. He's already let down a large part of his carefully guarded fence.
"What? No way! Soju is super yummy," Taehyung answers matter-of-factly, feeling much more open than before. He sits back down closer to Jungkook this time, turning to look at him. "Truth or Dare?" He asks, smiling happily at him, his tipsiness obvious already.
Jungkook purses his lips as he thinks. Should he choose dare again? Or mix it up? "Truth." He decides, putting his arm behind Taehyung on the couch.
Taehyung purses his lips when Jungkook chooses his truth, thinking for a few moments before he bounces slightly on the couch, leaning forward a bit and putting his hand on the other's knee.
"Have you ever had fantasies about members of the band?" He asks, giggling softly to himself. He almost asked if it was him, though he held back, waiting for the other’s answer.
Jungkook snorts; he can't help it. Has he? Of course he has. A better a question would probably which band member hasn't he fantasised about? He giggles a bit, looking over at Taehyung. He should feel embarrassed about revealing this, but he isn't.
"Well, yeah." he says simply, holding Taehyung’s eye contact steadily.
Taehyung’s eyes widen and he grins cheekily as Jungkook answers. "Who, who?" He asks excitedly, biting his lip as he leans even closer, as though he might not be able to hear Jungkook when he speaks. Taehyung has fantasized about band members, too, but mostly Jungkook, and what he wanted the other to do to him. He'd seen enough of him in gray sweatpants to know he was pretty well-endowed down there, so that fueled a good portion of his late night escapades.
Jungkook's eyes widen and he pushes Taehyung, laughing. "Hey, only one question, you brat!" He shakes his head, deciding then and there that he will no longer be able to pick truth. "Truth or Dare?"
Taehyung whines softly, crossing his arms over his chest with a slight pout. "I wanted to know!" He answers, letting out a sigh when he has to pick. "Fine, I'll do truth, too."
Jungkook nods, glad to be saved of having to answer that particular question. He tries to think of what he could throw back at Taehyung after such a personal question.
"Oh." Jungkook giggles, looking over at Taehyung deviously. "How often do you masturbate?" He holds in a breath, ready for Taehyung to explode and not answer it.
If Taehyung had been sober, he probably wouldn't have answered the question at all. However, Taehyung with more than half a bottle of soju in him blushes a bit, looking down before swallowing his pride, answering, "I usually masturbate everyday, if I can. Or every other day, depending on how I'm feeling and if we're busy."
Jungkook’s eyes widen. "Woah." He says, taking in a short breath. He giggles a bit. "Where?"
Taehyung, not exactly thinking straight, answers the next question without complaint. "Usually in the bathroom, or my room, if it's empty and the members are gone," he says, looking away a bit shyly, the tips of his ears noticeably turning red.
Jungkook’s eyebrows raise. He asks, a little more conspiratorially this time, "have you ever been caught?" The mental image of Taehyung jacking off in the dorm is enough to fuel his fantasies for a week, and he blushes, looking away.
Taehyung furrows his eyebrows in thought at Jungkook's question, and he smiles cheekily to himself, proudly shaking his head. "Nope. Which is, actually, surprising, since I'm quite noisy," he says, realizing what he's admitted shortly after and covering his blushing face out of embarrassment for a moment. "Oh my god, I just said that."
Jungkook erupts into laughter, slapping Taehyung on the back. "I should get you drunk more often." He eyes the rest of the Soju bottle, and decides.
"It's not funny! I actually just said that!" Taehyung replies, whining softly as he hides his face in his hands for a bit longer, the sound of liquid sloshing in a bottle making him pull his hands away.
"I suppose it's not fair for only you to be drunk," he says, finishing off the alcohol, hissing at the burn. "That's better." He says, resting the empty bottle on the coffee table in front of them.
He hums in agreement when Jungkook finishes the drink, nodding happily. "Better." He says, humming softly. "So, truth or dare?"
Jungkook smiles, the alcohol hitting him all at once much like a wave. "Dare." He says, inching ever so closer to Taehyung without even meaning to.
Taehyung doesn't even notice Jungkook is so close to him, considering he's pretty tipsy as well. "Hmmm," he hums, trying to think of a dare. "I dare you to stand still for a full minute," he decides, leaving out the main part of his dare with a devilish smile as he quirks an eyebrow towards the other, asking him to stand up.
Jungkook is confused, but he complies nonetheless. He thinks it’s a waste of a dare, and tells Taehyung so with a shrug. He stands up, a little unsteady, and finally he manages to keep his balance. "Okay." He says, rolling his eyes. "I'm staying still now."
Taehyung smiles up at Jungkook before standing himself, walking in front of him with a soft giggle. He moves so close that their chests are practically pressed against one another, moving to place open-mouthed kisses down the taller's jaw, humming softly to himself. "You can't move, or touch me," he says, breath ghosting against Jungkook's skin.
Jungkook thinks he's dreaming. Or dead. Possibly and most likely both. He stands stock still, but the urge to move is killing him. Taehyung is kissing him. He whines, looking down, watching and feeling everything with fervor. He's breathing very heavily, and there's a growing part of him that wants to forego this whole "truth or dare" game and pin Taehyung to the couch and do unspeakable things with him. But he can't fail his dare, so he bares through it.
Taehyung thinks for sure that Jungkook will give in with this dare, continuing to kiss over his jaw before moving to his neck, placing hot kisses over the tan skin with a bit of fervor this time, wanting Jungkook to give in. Taehyung himself lets out a few not-so-innocent noises, trying to entice the taller a bit more.
Jungkook's mouth twitches. He wants to take part in what's happening. His brain hasn't even processed properly that, yes, this is actually happening, let alone that he could technically take part in it. There will be consequences later, but he makes up his mind.
"Fuck this game." Jungkook says, breaking his frozen stature to explore Taehyung. The first thing on his agenda is to grab Taehyung’s face, pull him closer, and kiss him. He can taste the alcohol, and he smiles, silently thanking it and this stupid party game. He even goes as far to mentally thank Namjoon, who first suggested that everyone play it. His hands drop down and begin unbuttoning Taehyung's shirt mindlessly, pushing it open to reveal his bare chest.
Taehyung wants to celebrate the fact that he's won the game at first, but as soon as Jungkook's lips push against his, he practically forgets his own name, let alone anything about the game they were playing - what game was that, again? He immediately closes his eyes, humming appreciatively at the other's lips moving ardently against his own with passion and a sense of urgency that Taehyung feels all the way in his gut, along with the familiar butterflies he felt when he first saw Jungkook, only intensified by a thousand times more. Taehyung gasps slightly against Jungkook's lips when his shirt is pulled from him, pushing his lips back into Jungkook’s own even more fervently than before, pushing Jungkook to continue.
Jungkook's drunk brain quickly tries to calculate where they should go, but hey, there's a couch right in front of them, which should be good enough really. He pushes Taehyung into it, climbing onto his lap and wrapping his arms around his head. Taehyung gasps again as he's pushed onto the couch, laying under Jungkook with a flushed face and lustful eyes
"God," Jungkook says, between needy kisses and continually fumbling with clothing that is just so in the way, "I've wanted to do this... for so long." He knows he's already nearly moaning, but he doesn't really care. And if Taehyung’s erection is anything to go by, neither does he. He pulls away for a second, suddenly worried that they’re moving too fast. "Tae," He says, suddenly serious. "Do you want this?"
This is all Taehyung's ever wanted, Jungkook getting ready to leave him screaming, Jungkook wanting him just as much as Taehyung wanted him. He feels like he’s dreaming, but the painfully hard cock in his pants is a pleasant reminder that he is, in fact, very awake. Taehyung kisses Jungkook needily, hands gripping at his shoulders as he pulls him impossibly closer, nipping at the taller's lips as he suddenly pulls away, a needy, quiet moan leaving his lips. He blinks up at Jungkook, brows furrowed as he nods quickly. "Please, so much."
Jungkook melts at those words, all of his worries because replaced with wonder. Wondering what they're going to do, and wondering if they should at least be trying to be quiet. He doesn't quite care though, and he decides to just go with it. He lunges back down at Taehyung, fiddling with the olders' pants, starting to pull them off. When they're sufficiently displaced, he shifts down and frees Taehyung's cock from his underwear. He marvels at it for a moment, before plunging down and sucking on it.
Taehyung feels like his entire body must be red by now, because he's blushing like a madman at the way Jungkook suddenly takes control, pulling his pants and boxers off in a matter of minutes. He's about to speak up, say anything, before Jungkook suddenly takes his cock in his mouth, and Taehyung's words are replaced by a strained mewl of pleasure as he tries not to scream out. He digs his hands into the couch, head falling back as he closes his eyes, jaw going slack for a moment.
"O-Oh--! Oh, fuck," Taehyung whines, letting out a shaky moan and digging his heels into the couch.
Despite popular belief, Jungkook has never actually done this before. He's wanted to, sure, and he's watched porn, but doing it is just so - wow. He gets the hang of it pretty easily, and he earns a lot of noises from Taehyung which encourages him even more. He resolves to confirm to Taehyung later - not now, there's a dick in his mouth - later, he'll tell Taehyung that he is loud. He changes pace, starting to go a bit faster, looking up at Taehyung's face and watching his reactions. He reaches one hand up to stroke his cheek.
Taehyung wasn't aware that Jungkook was so good at blowjobs, but apparently, there's lots of things he must not know, because damn, is Jungkook good at blowjobs. Taehyung's eyes are screwed shut, sweat beginning to glisten on his features as he works to stop himself from bucking his hips, which is extremely hard to do, with the way that Jungkook's sucking on his cock.
"Oh my g-god," Taehyung breathes, biting hard at his lip to try and stop his sounds. He knows he shouldn't be making noise, but he's always been vocal with pleasure, and the fact that he's with Jungkook makes him even more so. When the taller begins to move faster, Taehyung whimpers needily, already becoming a mess under Jungkook. "If you d-don't stop, I'm - I’m gonna--!" He warns, chest heaving heavily.
Jungkook pops off suddenly, an innocent, "oh." He giggles to himself, "I guess I'm better at that than I thought I'd be." He blushes, capturing Taehyung in another kiss.
Taehyung whines unintentionally when Jungkook stops, breathing out deeply as he tries to remember exactly where the fuck he is, considering his world just got turned upside down a bit. Taehyung simply nods, in a daze, happily kissing Jungkook when their lips meet again.
Taehyung pulls back to lean in, kissing at the other's chest and making his way down, groaning against Jungkook's abs. "You're so fucking hot," he moans, pulling at the waistband of Jungkook's boxers before taking them off as well, licking his lips. He's sucked a few dicks in his life, but Jungkook's was already his favorite. He places soft kisses up and down the shaft before licking at the tip, taking the whole length into his mouth with a soft, satisfied hum.
Jungkook can't help it if his eyes roll back and he grabs the back of Taehyung's head, fondling his hair. He breathes out an unsteady moan, trying to be quiet in case the other members wake up and think someone is dying. Not only can he not comprehend what's happening, but the alcohol spinning his brain makes him feel like he's floating. If he closes his eyes, it isn't hard to imagine that he's getting a blowjob in space, which cracks a grin on his face. He opens his eyes again, wanting to relish at the pretty sight of Taehyung in a place he'd only ever dreamed he would be.
Taehyung, as filthy as it sounded, loves the taste of Jungkook's cock - loves the feeling of it in his mouth as he takes it to the back of his throat, face pressed against the other's skin as he goes as deep as he could go, humming lowly around it. It felt right, if dick in your mouth can feel right. He lets out a quiet, appreciative moan when Jungkook's hands thread through his hair, flickering his eyes up to meet the other as he bobs his head up and down, moving faster with each movement of his head. He swallows around the taller's cock, creating friction as he rests his hands on Jungkook's thighs.
"Fuck," Jungkook breathes, sweeping Taehyung's bangs off his forehead. He lets his head fall back and resists the urge to thrust. He starts to feel that familiar warmth and looks up urgently. "I'm about to, to-" He stutters, trying to save Taehyung.
Taehyung pulls away when Jungkook looks down at him with wide eyes, licking his lips lewdly as he looks up at the other, wide flushed cheeks and pink, rosy lips. He moves to kiss him, wrapping his arms around the taller's neck, giving a soft groan into Jungkook's mouth when their lengths rub against one another. "Jungkook...I want you," he breathes, biting his lip shyly. He still felt embarrassed, even though he'd just gone down on the other. Though wasn't it a bit different, asking someone to fuck you? He thought it was.
Jungkook's breath hitches at the request, because, holy shit, yes please. He just nods, not trusting his ability to formulate sentences at this point. He lowers one of his hands down and strokes Taehyung’s cock. The other hand experimentally searches for - there it is. He bites his lip, wishing he had lube. He looks around, but of course there's none in the fucking living room. He spits on his hand, but he doesn't feel like that's enough. "I don't want to hurt you." Jungkook frowns, still stroking the other’s cock gently. "Do you have lube?"
Taehyung bites hard on his lip when Jungkook strokes his cock again, letting his head fall back for a moment before opening his eyes again, expression softening a bit at Jungkook's concern for him. "Hold on," he says, moving to the end of the couch and reaching in the last drawer of the table with a smile. "Yoongi leaves this here, in case of 'emergencies' at any time," he says with a laugh, handing it over to Jungkook before he moves back down, blushing as he spreads his legs, still so turned on it hurts.
Jungkook doesn't let his mind wander to far off the bridge of 'why do you know that', and instead focuses on the task at hand. He gratefully takes the lube - sorry Yoongi - and squeezes a generous amount onto his fingers. Taehyung watches as Jungkook squeezes the lube onto his fingers, almost moaning at that action alone - and imagining the other's fingers inside of him.
Jungkook doesn't want to be the party stopper, but he needs to ask; "Have you done this before?"
Taehyung shakes his head at the question that follows, cheeks flushing slightly as he answers honestly with, "Only with my fingers..."
Jungkook nods, pressing a finger in while he strokes his cock. He loves watching Taehyung's face, he watches it to make sure that he's enjoying it. And by the looks of it, he is. Jungkook smiles, pressing in deeper. He's done this to himself as well, so he knows how long to wait and where to press. Slowly, he adds in another finger, starting to scissor. He moans just at the heat, and the anticipation makes his cock twitch. He adds in a third finger, moving in out at an increasingly steady rate.
If there's something Taehyung might like more than sucking cock, it would definitely be having cock inside of him. Usually, he'd be impatiently annoyed with prep, though with Jungkook three fingers deep in him, Taehyung moans out in pleasure, the fast pumps in and out making sound after sound leave his lips, each one dirtier than the previous.
"God, J-Jungkook," he moans, the other's name passing through his lips so easily and lewdly, as if he's been used to moaning it in his spare time - which he definitely has, considering he fantasized about him quite often.
Jungkook continues for a bit, slowing down only to ask for permission to move on. When he receives an enthusiastic yes, Jungkook can barely wait. Taehyung's practically licking his lips as he waits for Jungkook to enter him, watching as he lubes himself up with hungry eyes.
Jungkook squirts more lube onto his fingers and spreads it over his hard cock, pumping it a few time before lining it up. He's hovering over Taehyung, and just before he starts, he stops to place a kiss on the older boys head.
Taehyung’s heart jumps suddenly when Jungkook kisses his head, something he finds extremely sweet. He would vocalize it, except the other is suddenly pushing into him and he gasps with delight, hands resting on Jungkook's upper arms to steady himself slightly.
Jungkook thrusts in slowly, inch by inch, taking his time. He waits for an indication from Taehyung to move. "Oh fuck, Tae," Jungkook says, biting down on his shoulder.
Jungkook's filling Taehyung to the brim with cock and he loves it, eyes fluttering for a few moments before he begins to adjust, willing himself to relax his muscles, sighing when he finally adjusts completely. "F-Fuck me, Jungkook, please," he breathes, mouth close to the taller's ear.
Jungkook decides that that might just be the loveliest thing Taehyung has ever said. He smiles, starting to move in and out slowly. He takes Taehyung's mouth with his as he increases the pace, a slight creak from the couch echoing around the room. Jungkook reaches down, stroking Taehyung's cock softly.
Taehyung's not sure if he's ever felt this much pleasure course through his body before, but he doesn't have much time to think about it, his mind absolutely frazzled at the moment as the desires of his body take over. He lets out a satisfied moan against Jungkook's lips, tilting his head back involuntarily when the other's hand suddenly wraps around his cock, brows furrowing in pleasure as his eyes fall shut slightly. Jungkook's pace is torturous, and Taehyung doesn't care about the noise of the couch as he begs; "F-Faster, I need it, p-please..."
Jungkook bites his lip, increasing the pace on Taehyung’s command. His head falls forward, and the hand not currently busy stroking Taehyung's cock moves up to feel the older boy's chest. He starts to move even faster, lowering his head to leave small bites down Taehyung's neck and chest.
Taehyung's almost sure they can be heard by now, but if he's honest with himself, he couldn't care less. Jungkook feels so damn good, and he doesn't think he'll last much longer, anyway. He's practically completely undone under Jungkook at this point, moans incessantly leaving his lips each time the other buries himself in him. He gasps shakily when the taller's lips leave bites down his body, his back arching towards the touch as his body begins to tremble. "S-So...Ah! So g-good," he says in between moans, hands gripping harshly at Jungkook's shoulders, nails digging into the skin slightly.
Jungkook goes even faster, thrusting and thrusting like his life depended on it. He's a little afraid that Taehyung won't be able to walk properly for the next few days, and the thought of watching him struggle in a dance practice makes him smile. Just then, a noise from behind the couch captures his attention. He looks over, only to see a door opening. His eyes widen and his drunken brain doesn't even suggest hiding. The back of the couch is covering almost everything, including all of Taehyung, leaving only Jungkook's bare shoulder (which really isn't all that unusual) to gawk at.
He's still moving inside of Taehyung when Yoongi comes through the door, pausing to glare at Jungkook. He doesn't seem to catch on to what's happening, thank god.
Taehyung's pretty much on another planet with the pleasure he's feeling, sweat shining on his body, body trembling with sensation that he knows is about to come to a peak at any moment. He's getting close, heat beginning to pool in his gut as soft pants and moan leave his mouth, getting more and more desperate with each thrust. He's a mess under Jungkook, not even comprehending anyone is in the room until he hears another voice, eyes fluttering open as he struggles to keep his noises at bay.
Yoongi frowns. "Do you know how late it is?" He pauses, looking around. "Where's Taehyung?"
Jungkook's still moving and it's torture to try and keep quiet, lip digging into his bottom lip as he grips Jungkook's shoulders even harder, sure there will be marks the next day. He stays as still as possible, not wanting to give them away.
Jungkook stutters out a confused, "T-Taehyung? Oh," and he can't help it if he looks down at Taehyung. He's impressed with how quiet he's being. He looks back up, feigning innocence. "He uh, he went to the washroom. I think." He lick his lips, trying to appear calm and not like he's in the middle of having sex, which are two distinctly different facial expressions.
Yoongi's eyebrow raises, and he looks down at Jungkook's shoulder, which is currently occupied by Taehyung's hand. "Right." Yoongi says, an amused look on his face. Jungkook doesn't realize yet that Yoongi knows exactly what was going on.
Yoongi shakes his head. "Try to be a bit more quiet, you're gonna wake up the entire house at that rate." Jungkook looks down at Taehyung, after Yoongi has left, all the while still moving in and out. "Do you think he's onto us?" He worries, looking back over the couch to assure that he hasn't come back.
Taehyung feels like he can't breathe, the strain of trying to keep his sounds at bay driving him absolutely insane. Of course Yoongi had to come down and catch them right when Taehyung was about to fall apart, making it that much harder for him to stay composed. He's sure his lip is going to be slightly bruised tomorrow with the way he's biting on it, and when Jungkook turns back to him, he can feel the pain in his lip when he lets out a desperate moan.
"I k-know he's o-onto us," Taehyung breathes, shaking his head. "I don't c-care, please, don't stop," he moans, arms wrapping around Jungkook's neck slightly as he pulls him closer to kiss him, lips moving sloppily as he whimpers and mewls into the taller's mouth with each thrust.
Jungkook is surprised by the revelation, but quickly gets over it. Perhaps he doesn't care either. He kisses Taehyung back, hoping to god this isn't just a one time thing because damn he's good at that. He starts thrusting faster and faster, faster until he's seeing spots, and his brain can no longer process all of his senses. All he can focus on is touch and sound, and he loves listening to Taehyung's voice as it cracks and begs for him. "Beg for me." Jungkook whispers before he can think better of it.
Taehyung feels like he could cum the moment that Jungkook asks him to beg, the words alone eliciting a lewd moan from his lips as he pushes his body towards the taller's own, riding each and every thrust, eyes practically rolling back in his head. "Jungkook, p-please, fuck me h-harder--! Please," he obliges the other's request, begging for him desperately through filthy moans.
Jungkook never imagined in his wildest dreams that this would ever actually happen, and that Taehyung would beg for him, but here they were, and it was fucking amazing. He was embarrassed that he asked, but now he was really glad that he did. The couch was squeaking at an alarming rate and the light was really starting to hurt his eyes but he disregarding everything that wasn't Taehyung.
Jungkook kisses Taehyung again, and he can feel the vibrations of his moan in his mouth, and it's just so hot. He isn't sure if he can take much longer so he starts stroking Taehyung again, faster and faster, leading him over the edge with him.
Taehyung’s in absolute bliss, moaning and whimpering as he felt himself come dangerously close to the edge. He whines lewdly against the other's lips, nipping and sucking at Jungkook's bottom lip for a few moments before the latter suddenly begins to get him off, a surprise gasp leaving his lips as he feels his orgasm rising in his gut. "I'm c-cuming, oh fuck--!" He yelps out, back arching and his head rolling back as he reaches his climax, body shaking and writhing in pleasure as he almost screams Jungkook's name, riding his body against him.
Jungkook temporarily forgets their mission of being quiet, and apparently so does Taehyung. Jungkook cries out Taehyung's name, moving faster and faster until he can't handle it and he cums, deep inside of Taehyung. He moves slowly, riding out his orgasm, before he pulls out, collapsing on top of him, his eyes shut and a smile forcing its way onto his face. The room is spinning slightly, and he can't think straight - no pun intended.
Taehyung's body feels like it's still vibrating when Jungkook collapses on top of him, chest heaving with soft pants as he tries to catch his breath. He still can't believe that just happened, and he would say he's pretty sobered up by now.
"Holy fuck." Jungkook says simply, as if that explains everything. And really, it kind of does.
Taehyung lets out a soft, shy laugh. "Yeah, holy fuck," he says, voice slightly scratchy and soft, as though he might lose it - another hint to the members, great. "You're, you're...wow," he breathes.
Jungkook only nods, nuzzling his nose in Taehyung's neck. His breathing is starting to come back to normal and everything that just happened catches up with him. He's smiling like an idiot, feeling completely relaxed and home. All he wants to do is fall asleep here, but he knows they can't - they’re naked, for one - and it definitely won't do anything to ease the rumours that are sure to come.
"Come back to my room." Jungkook says instead, not ready to part with Taehyung.
Taehyung's feeling so sleepy at this point, but even more so elated. He really feels as though he could stand up from the couch and fly if he wanted to. He's grinning to himself now, cheeks flushing when Jungkook asks him to come back to his room. His stomach fills with butterflies, the other's offer way too enticing to refuse. "If I can stand, I'd love to," he answered, giggling shyly.
Jungkook busts out laughing, hitting him lightly. "Come on, I'll help you," He coaxes. Jungkook stands up first, nearly falling over himself. "Wait," He pauses. "Clothes. We probably need clothes." He rifles around, looking for Taehyung's clothes. He finds his jeans and throws it at him, followed by his underwear. He doesn't find his shirt but isn't that concerned about it. He finds his own underwear and starts to put them on, followed by his pants. He looks over at Taehyung, who hasn't moved, and raises an eyebrow.
Taehyung laughs softly himself, covering his face for a moment as he whines, "It's not funny! The other members are for sure going to confirm their suspicions if they see me walking like this!" He knows the members probably already all know, but still, limping around should be fun. He slowly pulls his boxers on when Jungkook looks for his own clothes, trying to brace himself to stand up
"Did I fuck you too hard?" He laughs.
Taehyung blushes deeply when Jungkook speaks. "God, if you talk like that, we're gonna have to go for another round," he answers, laughing softly. "It was well worth it," he answers, reaching his hands out.
Jungkook smiles, taking Taehyung’s hands, helping to lift him off the couch. "There will be more rounds, don't you worry." He steadies him in his arms, beaming down at him. He looks up at the stairs, wondering how many people they'd woken up. Near the end they were a little unhinged, and loud, and he'd be surprised if everyone didn't know tomorrow.
"Thank god," Taehyung answers when Jungkook admits that they'll be doing it again, and even though his answer is cheeky, he feels his heart leap in his chest. This is all he's ever wanted, to be close to Jungkook, to be with him, and he was still a bit in disbelief. Taehyung bites his lip when Jungkook helps him stand, hissing slightly.
Jungkook decides that Taehyung doesn't need to wear pants, and grabs them off the couch, leading him towards the room he shares with Namjoon. He opens the door slowly, and as quietly as he can. It creaks, and Jungkook pauses, holding his breath. He peaks his head in the room to see that Namjoon is asleep, facing the opposite way. Jungkook smiles, pushing Taehyung towards his bed, giggling because he can't help it.
Taehyung’s pain is minimal now, and he's more sensitive than anything, but he knows it's not going to be too fun tomorrow. "They're gonna tease me for limping tomorrow!" He whines quietly, following Jungkook up the stairs and raising his eyebrows when he's pushed towards the bed, laying back on it as a blush creeps across his cheeks. "We can't wake Namjoon, shh."
Jungkook tries to stifle his giggles - but he's just so damn elated. He agrees though, waking Namjoon would be bad. He crawls under the covers, taking Taehyung with him, latching onto him like a parasite. He hugs him from behind, resting his chin in the crook of his neck, running his hands over his chest gently.
Jungkook can already feel himself drifting to sleep, feeling more tired than when they would get home from dance practice. He hums softly, content. "You smell good." He whispers.
Taehyung rests his head against the pillow, Jungkook's touch lulling him to sleep easily. "Do I? You feel good," he answers, referring to the other's touches to his chest, though he knows it could be taken as a reference to their prior "activities," a small grin on his lips as he shuts his eyes.
Jungkook tries not to fall back into another fit of giggles, deciding for once not to take it as a dirty joke. He closes his eyes, falling into what must be the most comfortable sleep he's ever had.