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“Say hi, Yoongi-hyung!” Taehyung slings his arm over Yoongi’s shoulder and grins into the camera.
“Hello.” Yoongi grimaces before brushing off Taehyung’s arm, walking back to his bedroom. “Can’t even take a piss without being ambushed anymore,” he huffs.
“You’re terrible! I hope everyone hates you once this comes out!” Taehyung shouts down the hallway. He smiles back into the camera. “Please love him, everyone. He’s just a bit grumpy because I kept him up all night playing board games. Yoongi-hyung is a very kind man.”
“Stop spreading lies,” Yoongi shouts through his door.
“Who shall I introduce you to next? Jimin? No, you guys already met him earlier. I think the last one is Jeongguk!” Taehyung tiptoes to Jeongguk’s room as if he hadn’t been loudly talking in the halls all morning.
He slowly turns the doorknob and peers inside. There’s a peek of a messy bedhead under the blankets and a stray arm hanging off the bed. Next victim, spotted.
“Shhhh, he’s sleeping,” Taehyung tries to whisper, but he’s always been a horrible whisperer so it comes out like a soft yell instead.
He pats Jeongguk’s head with one hand and tries not to lose his grip on the camera in the other.
Jeongguk swats his hand away, groaning and seeking refuge under the blankets. “Go film somewhere else. I’m sleeping, babe.”
Taehyung’s brain short-circuits at the pet name. He pauses before laughing obnoxiously. “Babe. He’s funny, that one. He calls everyone in the dorm babe, isn’t that right, honey? It’s an inside joke, you guys wouldn’t get it.” He waves his hand nonchalantly, smiling nervously into the camera.
He can see Jeongguk still under the blanket, realizing his fuck-up.
Jeongguk shoots up and hollers, “Yes, that is correct, babe.” His smile is a tad forced when remembering the consequences of South Korea finding out their lovely actor is a homosexual.
Taehyung pauses the recording and sets the camera down on Jeongguk’s nightstand. He puts his hands on his hips. “I already told you filming was going to start today. You’re lucky I convinced them to let me film the whole thing instead of letting a whole recording crew do it.”
“I know, I know.” Jeongguk should’ve remembered, considering how important this documentary will be for Taehyung’s career. “Just had a long night, that’s all,” he yawns.
They spent all of last night moving Taehyung’s belongings from Jeongguk’s room back to his room. A room tour had been the most popular request for the documentary, so they had to make Taehyung’s room look like it was actually lived in, and not abandoned for the past six months because he had moved into Jeongguk’s room.
Jeongguk wraps his arms around Taehyung’s legs, forearms pressed against the back of his thighs, and pulls him close.
Taehyung yelps from surprise.
“Go to sleep with me. I couldn’t sleep well without you here last night.” Jeongguk pouts and smushes his face into Taehyung’s stomach.
Taehyung flicks his forehead and laughs. “Says the dude that slept for eleven hours straight. It’s 3 o’clock right now, fool.” He takes his hands off from his hips to pat Jeongguk’s unruly hair down.
“I don’t care, I still want cuddles.”
“You slipped up on camera and called me babe, you don’t deserve cuddles.” Taehyung tries to smooth Jeongguk’s hair down, but it just sticks back up again, almost cartoonishly.
“Hyung, you’re cruel.” Jeongguk ducks his head underneath Taehyung’s pajama shirt and plants a kiss there.
“When have you gotten so needy?” Taehyung sighs as Jeongguk’s kisses begin to go lower and lower.
“I’ll show you needy,” Jeongguk smirks and looks up. Taehyung’s fingers are slowly beginning to tighten in his hair. He continues dropping wet kisses on Taehyung’s smooth stomach, never going past the waistband. He squeezes Taehyung’s butt with one hand, hard.
Jeongguk will never get over how firm it is.
“Really?” Taehyung groans. His member begins to stiffen in his pants, aching to be touched. “I’m gonna walk out right now if you don’t get to it.” Taehyung yanks Jeongguk’s hair enough just to hurt.
Jeongguk struggles with stifling his moan as tingles of pleasure run down his spine. He obeys and pulls Taehyung’s silk pajama pants down in one go. His ears tinge red with embarrassment. “You’re not wearing underwear?”
“Nah, it’s too constricting. My baby needs to breathe.” Taehyung lets out a hiss as Jeongguk takes him in without any warning.
“Don’t call your dick your baby.” Jeongguk sucks on the head and drags his tongue down the shaft. The hair pull had unsurprisingly got him excited quicker than usual. It reminds him of all the times Taehyung had grabbed his hair while coming, forcing his head to hang back as he’s on all fours. Quite animalistic, really.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Taehyung teases. He thrusts shallowly, not enough to hurt Jeongguk though. Doesn’t seem like he minds too much because Jeongguk quickens his bob, encouraging Taehyung to thrust faster, harder. He loses it at the sight of Jeongguk with tousled hair and sleepy eyes, pink lips wrapped around his dick.
Taehyung complies. He slowly ramps up the speed of his hips, holding Jeongguk’s face gently despite his rough movements.
There’s drool running down Jeongguk’s chin, small whimpers escaping his lips with every thrust. It’s just enough to push Taehyung over the edge and he moans, “Fuck, don’t stop. I’m coming.” Jeongguk moves his mouth even faster than Taehyung had even known possible, until Taehyung’s shooting his load down Jeongguk’s throat.
Taehyung’s thighs shake with pleasure, and he collapses onto the bed next to Jeongguk. His pants are pooled at his ankles, and the sheets brush against his overly sensitive dick. “Gahh,” Taehyung whines. “My baby is hurting so good.”
Jeongguk slaps Taehyung’s bare ass so hard it leaves a pink handprint behind. “Do you want to keep going or are you too tired?” Seeing Taehyung ass bared, bent over his bed makes him want to do something about it.
“Only if I don’t have to move,” Taehyung sighs. He crawls onto the bed, spreading out his limbs in anticipation. “Let’s get the engine warmed up.” He wiggles his butt in the air at Jeongguk.
“Your butthole is not an engine,” Jeongguk remarks, amused. He’s going through the contents of his nightstand drawers in search of some lube. There’s a bright bottle of strawberry flavored lube, but that’s only reserved for nights when Taehyung wants to stretch out their session nice and slow. However, he has at a minimum quota of at least six hours of footage today, so there’s no time for hot and steamy sex.
The plain, flavorless lube he was searching for was right in front of him, on top of the nightstand. Looks like any footage of this bedroom was ruined before Jeongguk even said ‘babe.’ A dim, but steady red blinking catches his eye. His hands falter on the bottle of lube.
“Taehyung,” Jeongguk does a sharp inhale.
It’s not a sound Taehyung’s unfamiliar with. It was the only sound Jeongguk made when he saw Taehyung wear lingerie for the first time. And the only sound Jeongguk made when Taehyung accidentally cut his hand on a butcher’s knife while chopping scallions. Wrong knife, he knows, but he didn’t have time to wash the other knives.
Taehyung slowly turns his head, cheek pressed against the sheets perfumed with Jeongguk’s scent. “Yes?”
“The camera.”
“What about it?”
“It’s still recording.”
“Oh.” Taehyung ponders for a moment. He could’ve sworn he paused it. The camera was angled on the nightstand so that the blowjob earlier was probably perfectly captured. “I’ll just delete it. I only filmed for twenty minutes this morning anyway.”
He reaches for the camera, but Jeongguk grabs it first.
Jeongguk turns it over in his hands, a curious look on his face. “Should we watch it first?”
Taehyung splutters, “No, that’s so embarrassing.” He does not want to know what kind of embarrassing faces or sounds he makes during a blowjob.
“I’ve always loved watching you, though,” Jeongguk says softly, still the biggest Kim Taehyung fan ever since his acting debut as an extra in a cable drama.
“That’s not the same as acting,” Taehyung trails, but the curiosity is killing him too. What would they look like from a third person perspective? How does Jeongguk’s side profile look, taking him in, inch by inch, eyes glassy and mouth moving desperately?
It’s not long before Jeongguk’s sitting between his legs, and pressing play. He fast forwards past Jimin’s introduction, Namjoon and Seokjin cooking in the kitchen together, Hoseok eating breakfast, and the ambush on Yoongi leaving the bathroom. Jeongguk presses play again at the part where Taehyung entered his room.
They watch Taehyung wake Jeongguk up and soon, the camera is resting on the nightstand, definitely still recording. It’s out of focus for a while, but the quality becomes clear once Jeongguk pulls Taehyung’s pants down. The camera cuts off Taehyung’s torso, but Jeongguk’s face is as visible as day.
Taehyung sits up a bit straighter and Jeongguk’s hands take on a slight tremble, watching the scene unfold before their eyes. Taehyung rests his chin on Jeongguk’s shoulder to get a closer look, grinning when he sees Jeongguk lick up and down his shaft with fervor.
“That’s not fair, I can’t see your face,” Jeongguk grumbles.
“This is some good shit,” Taehyung whispers. He can feel himself quickly hardening against the base of Jeongguk’s back.
“Tae, I can feel your—” Jeongguk gasps when he feels a warm pair of lips attach themselves to the side of his neck.
“Shhh, I want you to watch yourself.” Taehyung places the camera back into Jeongguk’s hands, but not before turning up the volume so that the wet, messy sounds of Jeongguk’s blowjob is clearly audible.
Taehyung might be getting a tad too excited for someone that was initially opposed to the idea of watching his dick sucked off, but that doesn’t stop him from shamelessly enjoying the recording.
All those times he had his eyes closed and his head hung back, he was missing the beautiful view of Jeongguk’s round eyes, too innocent for what his mouth was doing. But the camera allowed him to see everything that he had missed, including Jeongguk’s sneaky hand that was rubbing at his own growing bulge through his pants.
“You were touching yourself while sucking me off?” Taehyung softly bites at the nape of his neck. He lets his hand trail up and down Jeongguk’s thigh before resting at the hem of his thin boxers, hovering there.
“Yeah, i-it felt good.” Jeongguk gasps when Taehyung nibbles at his ear. The warm weight of his hand on Jeongguk’s dick is maddening. “Make me feel good,” Jeongguk begs. He grips the camera with so much force it feels like it’s going to crumple in his hands. There’s already a wet spot forming on the fabric of his boxers.
“Needy,” Taehyung says in a sing-song voice, but complies anyway. He squeezes Jeongguk’s bulge for a moment, feeling it pulsate in his hand, almost satisfyingly so. His hand slips through the opening in the boxers and thumbs at the slick, wet head. He makes short, squeezing movements with his hands, slowly spreading the wetness to coat the base of Jeongguk’s dick.
Jeongguk leans his head back against Taehyung’s chest, mouth slightly open. “Ahh, just fuck me already.”
Taehyung raises an eyebrow.
Jeongguk is rarely so brazen with offering to bottom. Taehyung knows he loves it, the feeling of being filled up, come dripping down his inner thighs even hours after sex. Maybe other people couldn’t smell it, but with Jeongguk’s keen sense of smell, the heady musk of sex is all he can think about for the rest of the day.
Bottoming always leaves Jeongguk a hot mess, and he’s too proud to let himself get to that state. Not today, evidently.
Jeongguk goes to pause the video, but Taehyung stops him with a tight squeeze around his dick. “Start recording. I want to watch it after.”
Jeongguk blushes down to his neck. “Okay.” He sets it on the nightstand, angled to capture the entire bed.
He warms Jeongguk up slowly, one and then two fingers. He makes sure to rub his prostate steadily, to drown out the slight pain with immense pleasure. Taehyung doesn’t stop until Jeongguk’s back is impossibly arched, fists clenching the sheets so hard his veins bulge.
The knowledge that everything is being recorded makes Taehyung want Jeongguk to come undone even more, fingers slowly dragging against his walls until the younger’s held back moans and sighs are loud enough to his liking.
Taehyung removes his fingers and drags his thumb across Jeongguk’s entrance, watching it squeeze around nothing but air. “You ready?”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk huffs, voice strained. “Stop teasing.”
“I’m not teasing,” Taehyung grins. He holds his dick, lets it prod at Jeongguk’s opening, but not putting it in quite yet, teasing him very much so. He does this until the aching in his groin becomes unbearable.
Jeongguk inhales sharply once Taehyung has pushed himself in all the way.
The thrusts are slow and shallow until Jeongguk adjusts. Taehyung grips at Jeongguk’s shoulder with one hand, firmly holding his hip with the other.
“I’m good,” Jeongguk croaks. Taehyung’s dick just barely brushes against his prostate and it fills his body with unbelievable pleasure. “Faster.”
Taehyung’s brain barely processes the words before he slams in hard. The sound of skin slapping skin along with Jeongguk’s constant moans almost pushes him over the edge.
There’s lube dripping down Jeongguk’s thighs, and Taehyung scoops whatever he can with one hand before slathering it on Jeongguk’s dick. He jerks him off at the same rhythm of his hips which only begin to falter, when Jeongguk moans lewdly.
“I’m-I’m almost coming,” Jeongguk breathes. “Touch me.”
As vague as Jeongguk’s words are, Taehyung knows exactly what he wants. Taehyung tugs harshly at one of Jeongguk’s sensitive nipples, his other hand moving steadily up and down Jeongguk’s shaft.
Taehyung lets himself come when he feels Jeongguk’s hot come spurt all over his hands, sticky. It doesn’t take any more than a dozen thrusts before blinding pleasure shoots through his entire body, and he collapses over Jeongguk’s sweaty torso.
“Get off me,” Jeongguk whines. “Where is my aftercare, you big oaf?”
“I can’t believe I came twice today. The day has barely begun.” Taehyung drops a big kiss on Jeongguk’s shoulder.
“You’re welcome,” Jeongguk says, giving up on hygiene with Taehyung’s weight pressing him down. They’re gross and sweaty, but it’s not so bad with Taehyung peppering him with kisses. Thinking about everything they missed out on before Jeongguk sorted his shit out makes him sad, but there’s no better way to make up for it than now.
“I love you,” Jeongguk whispers.
“Ditto.”
They lay there for a few minutes in silence before Taehyung speaks up. “We should stop the recording if we want more storage space.”
“What do you need more space for?”
“Our shower scene,” Taehyung chirps. “Let’s go!”
“This is my family.” Taehyung smiles, filming Jeongguk and Seokjin stirring some sweet-smelling batter on the kitchen counter. The aroma fills his nose pleasantly, and he makes a note to himself to call dibs on having the first taste later.
He pans the camera over to Hoseok and Namjoon watching TV and arguing about whether salt or sugar is the superior seasoning. “We’re just a group of seven boys that happened to be really good at cooking, but I’m glad I met them. I hope you guys love them as much as I do.”
“Awww, Taehyung, I love you too!” Jimin says cheerily as he comes down the stairs with Yoongi in tow. Taehyung zooms in on the faint smile playing at Yoongi’s lips, before the elder quickly turns his head in embarrassment.
“I know a lot of you guys were disappointed that I went on an acting hiatus to further my cooking career, but I’ve decided, why not both? Follow me on social media to stay tuned for my upcoming teen drama, Food Wars! It’ll be filmed right here at this school, and all of my dorm mates will play a supporting role!”
Loud exclamations of surprise and shock fill the air.
“The fuck you mean?”
“I’m going to be famous!”
“I don’t remember signing any contracts for an acting role, though?”
“How much are we getting paid?”
“Taehyung, don’t tell me those papers you made us sign for this documentary included a contract for the drama too!”
“I’m gonna kill you.”
Taehyung smiles cheekily into the camera. “And that’s a wrap!”