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Blackbear’s ‘hot girl bummer’ plays in the background in low volume as the group of seven cheers and laughs together, bodies upon bodies on the small space of Jeongguk and Jimin’s shared apartment’s living room. From somewhere to the roommates’ right, Seokjin is arguing with Yoongi about fishing rods or whatever— Jeongguk never quite understood why they seem so obsessed with fishing when it’s no secret to anyone that the only thing they enjoy about the activity is each other’s presence. To their left, however, Namjoon has his eyes closed, head tucked into Hoseok’s neck and snoring softly after succumbing to the lethargic feeling of being high in such a comfortable, warm environment, lips slightly parted and no frown present on his angelic face; and next to Hoseok, Taehyung coos— passing him the joint with a giggle as Hoseok takes it gratefully with a tired but pleased gaze, fingers combing through Namjoon’s soft hair with fondness and care, and takes a drag, smoke exiting through his nostrils as he passes it back to Taehyung, who’s quick to mimic him with a heavy, satisfied sigh, pretty dark-brown hair looking golden despite how dark it is around them, all lights turned off except from the TV.
From the moment Jeongguk’s eyes fall on Taehyung after scanning the room, he can’t quite find himself to look away.
He’s really a sight to behold right now, always, with his dazzling smile, pretty eyes, and delicate mannerisms, long fingers curled around the joint like he’s holding something fragile, something expensive. Whenever they hang out and either alcohol or weed is on the table, Taehyung changes quite a bit— becomes a little more relaxed in contrast to his loud, flamboyant presence, a little more daring than he would usually be, but never losing the spark he always carries with him wherever he goes. Here, he is framed by the thick cloud of smoke hanging around them in the air, the light coming from the TV illuminating him like an angelic figure, like a priceless painting. It’s like a photoshoot waiting to happen, but Jeongguk’s camera is all the way back in Busan, having forgotten it there last week when he went home to visit his family, and he has never regretted it as much as he does right now, fingers itching and mouth drying at the absolute sight that is Kim Taehyung.
Jeongguk considers himself lucky to have him as a friend, although sometimes he wishes they could become more.
“You’re staring,” Jimin leans closer to him to whisper, plump, wet lips brushing against the shell of his ear and making him shiver, sensitive. “I totally don’t blame you, though. He’s really so fucking pretty.”
He swallows at being caught, but it doesn’t stress him— he’s on the clouds right now, far away from any worry. Really, who the fuck cares if Jimin knows how much Taehyung’s beauty hypnotizes him— that should be the norm to everyone around him.
“He is,” Jeongguk admits, lips quirking up automatically when Taehyung leans over Hoseok and hovers above Namjoon to blow some smoke onto his face, making his nose twitch in his sleep and Taehyung laugh mischievously by consequence. “So pretty.”
“He woke up and chose violence today, for sure,” Jimin hums, eyes slipping down to Taehyung’s exposed soft stomach, his skin a pretty, tan color that reminds Jeongguk of caramel, mouth watering at the sight— would he taste as sweet? “Crop tops on pretty boys should be illegal.”
Taehyung should be illegal.
“He looks good in it.”
“Why don’t you go tell him that, then?” Jimin suggests, lightly nudging Jeongguk with his shoulder, causing his body to sway slightly. He leans closer to the table to get an edible from the plate, taking a bite and offering the rest to Jeongguk, who shakes his head in denial. “Bet he’d love to hear that, especially coming from you of all people.”
It’s a great idea, actually. Frankly, Jeongguk doesn’t know why he didn’t think of it earlier. It’s perfect— Taehyung is pretty, gorgeous even, and he deserves to know that. If he already knows, he deserves to be reminded at all times. So, Jeongguk lifts himself off the floor and walks carefully to where Taehyung, Hoseok, and Namjoon are on the couch, heavy body dropping on the vacant seat next to the man who stole his heart without even meaning to three years ago when they first met.
“Hey,” Taehyung greets him with a pleased smile, body turning to face him and eyes, although heavy-lidded, still full of stars. “Missed me?”
“I was right there with Jimin,” Jeongguk replies with a nod to the place he came from, Taehyung’s smile growing. “But, yeah, of course I did. I always miss you.”
“I love high Jeongguk,” Taehyung admits suddenly, and, if Jeongguk were sober, he’d probably feel so many emotions his body would shut down, but he isn’t. Instead, he smiles at Taehyung and blinks lazily at him when he giggles, scooting closer to him and cuddling up to Jeongguk’s warm body on the couch, one of his legs thrown over Jeongguk’s lap as he rests his cheek on his shoulder.
There are many things Jeongguk loves in his life, but being able to hold Taehyung must be one of the best things he’s ever gotten to experience. It’s like their bodies fit together— Taehyung’s skin warm under Jeongguk’s palm as he holds him by the waist and his breath tickling his neck every time he speaks making him feel enamored. They both silently watch as Jimin plays mediator between Yoongi and Seokjin’s friendly but fired-up debate as they hold each other close, and it feels right to be like this.
Deep down, he knows it’s because of the weed— Taehyung is already clingy enough sober, but when high he becomes needier, and Jeongguk becomes a lot more pliant to comply with whatever he wants; vulnerable. He’s a brave person, he swears, but something about Taehyung makes him weak, makes him scared, but at least he gets to have this when he allows himself to let go of his insecurities and worries every now and then.
“Hey,” his train of thought is interrupted by Hoseok, who hands him the joint.
Thanking him with a nod, Jeongguk brings it to his lips and inhales, meeting Taehyung’s eyes and cocking his eyebrow at him in question when he notices him staring.
“You look hot,” Taehyung says, making Jeongguk gag around the hot, thick smoke.
It reminds him of the first few times he tried smoking, how his throat would burn and he wouldn’t stop coughing, no amount of water being able to wash away the disgusting taste it left in his mouth. He’s no newbie now, not after such a long time hanging out with his friends like this, but Taehyung’s bold words catch him completely off-guard.
“Thanks,” he struggles to say through another cough, eyes watering with the effort to keep himself from wheezing right in Taehyung’s face. However, Taehyung’s comment reminds him of the reason why he even came to the couch to begin with, Jeongguk waiting a few seconds for his body to calm down before saying, “You look really pretty in this,” as his fingers trail up Taehyung’s exposed waist until they touch the hem of his crop-top, right in the middle of his ribcage, taking notice of the way Taehyung shivers at his touch. “Very pretty.”
“Mhm,” Taehyung hums in response, hand reaching up to grasp at Jeongguk’s wrist and bring the joint closer to his lips, sucking onto the end and making the tip burn a bright red that reflects in his eyes as he stares at Jeongguk’s face. Like this, Taehyung’s lips brush against the pads of Jeongguk’s fingers and they itch to touch him more, to feel the plumpness and softness of them however way he likes it. “Do I?”
The words are asked around a thick exhale, smoke drifting up in the air between them and filling Jeongguk’s lungs, making him feel warm and comfortable, like he’s surrounded by a blanket. Safe.
“You do,” he insists, and, honestly, he feels like Taehyung is the reason why he’s so high right now, even as he takes another drag of the joint and ignores how much his mind screams at the fact that he’s got his lips touching the same place Taehyung’s did just a second ago. “You feel good, too. Warm.”
Seokjin pokes his thigh twice but Jeongguk’s eyes never leave Taehyung’s, handing his oldest hyung the joint without sparing him a glance, never once daring to let go of the feeling of losing himself to the stars hidden in Taehyung’s gaze.
“You’re a good pillow,” Taehyung tells him softly, nuzzling his face in the crook between Jeongguk’s neck and shoulder just like Namjoon next to them, nose brushing against Jeongguk’s skin and making him sigh. “Better than the one I hug when I sleep. Makes me wanna bring you home and cuddle you all night long.”
Jeongguk lets out a breathy laugh at that, not wanting to think about how much he enjoys the idea. “That can be arranged.”
Sometimes, when they have sleepovers, Taehyung and Jeongguk might share a bed. It’s not the norm, as Jimin is usually the one to pull Taehyung and hug him to sleep, which is fine— Jeongguk doesn’t mind, he actually loves seeing them together, in a weird way that makes his heart feel full and gratified, a way he can’t actually quite explain. But whenever he and Taehyung do sleep together, Taehyung clings onto him like his life depends on it, one leg thrown over his hip as he hugs him from behind, soft breaths tickling Jeongguk’s nape and making him desperate to turn around and kiss him awake.
“Mm,” Taehyung hums again, blinking up slowly as he lifts his head to stare into Jeongguk’s eyes more clearly, exposing how bright they look and luring Jeongguk in. “So, you’d be willing to be my little spoon for life, Jeonggukie? Just like that?”
It’s tempting. He’d love to, no questions asked. He might even beg, now that the offer is on the table.
“I don’t see any disadvantages,” he says through a shrug, acting casual despite how much his body, heart, and mind crave for it— for Taehyung.
“I see,” Taehyung smiles quietly to himself, only this smile is a lot less amused and a lot more… daring. Taehyung’s hand, which was resting on top of his own thigh, glides over their bodies until his palm rests on Jeongguk’s chest, warm to the touch and causing his heart to speed up in a way he knows Taehyung can feel. Entranced, Jeongguk watches as Taehyung blinks, long eyelashes reminding him of butterfly wings casting shadows over his golden cheeks, fluttering in a mesmerizing way that dares him to try to look away. “If you’re willing to replace my pillow, Guk…” Taehyung’s voice pulls him in, Jeongguk’s eyes instantly dropping to watch as his lips curl around every word, “You should know I don’t only use it to sleep.”
The words are whispered like a secret, carrying a certain tone to it that makes the air leave Jeongguk’s lungs.
“No?” Jeongguk asks, feeling breathless, powerless.
He sees the exact moment Taehyung’s smile grows, lips stretching as the seconds fly by.
“No.”
“What else do you do with it?” he wonders, desperate to know, desperate to watch Taehyung’s lips move every time he speaks, strangely fascinated in an almost obsessive way to memorize every shape.
But Taehyung doesn’t allow him to watch anymore as he leans closer, mimicking how Jimin had whispered to him earlier and letting Jeongguk feel all kinds of hot as he breathes close to Jeongguk’s ear, teeth briefly scraping at his lobe in a way that makes Jeongguk’s head spin before he admits, voice low and raspy, “I also love to ride it.”
“Fuck, Taehyung,” Jeongguk groans softly, throwing his head back against the couch just as Taehyung leans back, giggling with pure mirth swimming in his eyes, the hand on Jeongguk’s chest lifting to cover his mouth and, admittedly, Jeongguk misses the contact. “You can’t just say that.”
“I wish I’d seen your face,” Taehyung laughs at him, cheery, like he didn’t just almost give Jeongguk a boner while surrounded by their best friends. “That was so funny.”
Taehyung’s laughter manages to wake Namjoon up, their hyung grumbling sleepily and lifting his head to glare at him over Hoseok’s body. Jeongguk apologizes for him, too focused on his sleepy hyung to notice the way Taehyung stares at him fondly in response, feeling a pleasant warmth bloom in the center of his chest at how protective Jeongguk sounded, rushing to justify his actions despite not being asked to.
In the end, Hoseok and Namjoon move to the floor where Jimin is pulling at Seokjin’s arm, Yoongi snickering as their oldest hyung speaks chaotically fast, face burning red with either embarrassment or because of the effort. Despite having the whole couch for themselves now, Taehyung and Jeongguk don’t stop clinging onto each other as they watch over their friends, Jeongguk’s fingers softly caressing Taehyung’s leg over his jeans before his eyes glaze over to the TV, mute but playing some show he doesn’t immediately recognize, but that seems interesting enough to keep his attention.
“Hey, Guk,” Taehyung calls him after a moment of silence just watching as their friends get distracted by whatever it is that they are arguing about now, wanting Jeongguk’s eyes on him again.
“Mm,” he hums, lethargically turning his head to face Taehyung, their friends’ voices instantly turning muffled as he focuses on Taehyung’s gaze.
“Do you wanna kiss me?”
The question makes Jeongguk stop. He stops breathing, his heart stops beating, his eyes stop blinking. As he scans Taehyung’s expression, he sees him smiling up at him like an innocent little angel, teeth tugging at his bottom lip as if he were trying to stop himself from grinning too hard.
From a completely unbiased perspective, Taehyung looks absolutely irresistible right now, not even for being dressed as well as he is or for how pretty he is every day, but just… the way he’s looking at Jeongguk right now, like he wants it, wants him to say yes, it makes it nearly impossible to deny him of anything.
Not that Jeongguk ever would, but it’s important to point it out regardless.
“I do,” he tells him sincerely the moment he feels like he won’t choke on his own words. It makes Taehyung’s smile turn a bit softer, a lot less teasing. “Fuck, I do.”
Jeongguk likes to think that he knows Taehyung well, despite there being times when he’s often hard to read. Somehow, he manages to be both loud and private about what he thinks, what he wants, but Jeongguk can still see it in his eyes, hidden behind his irises and floating amongst the stars in his pupils—
He wants it just as badly as Jeongguk does.
“Then…” Taehyung whispers, voice incredibly soft and lips seeming even softer as he inches closer, just barely a millimeter away from him, tongue briefly glazing over his lower lip while he keeps his gaze trained on Jeongguk’s eyes. “Kiss me.”
And Jeongguk… he doesn’t stall to check if their friends are paying attention, doesn’t allow himself to think about it twice, instead just lifting his hand to cup Taehyung’s jaw in his palm and pull him in at the same time he leans forward, allowing himself to stare at his beautiful, bright eyes for one last second as their noses bump together softly, before finally closing the gap between their lips, feeling as Taehyung pushes back just as urgently and their eyes fall shut.
For the longest time he wondered how Taehyung’s lips would feel against his; if they’d fit together as well as their bodies do. It seemed surreal to him to think about then, like a dirty secret he’d allow himself to revisit when at his most vulnerable or a desire so farfetched it felt like a dream.
And what a dream this is, feeling Taehyung exhale against his skin as their lips glide together, his touch hot on Jeongguk’s arm as Taehyung pulls him closer, as he begs Jeongguk with his hands to consume him whole. Jeongguk can feel Taehyung’s tongue against his lip, testing, hesitant, and it makes him see stars behind his eyelids.
To answer all of his pressing questions, kissing Taehyung feels exactly like he had expected after so many years of longing and watching rom-com movies that filled him with wistful thoughts, perhaps even better than he had imagined, especially since he never really stopped to think about the other factors, far too focused on how it would feel to taste him on his tongue and not on how he could make Taehyung sigh as his fingers pressed into his skin, or how Taehyung would grow more desperate, huffing cutely in protest every time Jeongguk leaned back to breathe and remind himself that this is, in fact, real.
“Don’t stop,” Taehyung whispers, lips brushing against Jeongguk’s and the scent of his cologne clouding Jeongguk’s senses, intoxicating. “Keep kissing me.”
It’s easy to lose himself to the feeling of Taehyung— hell, they don’t even need to kiss for it to happen. Whether Taehyung is just talking or even just dancing around the room on a cheerful day, he is everything Jeongguk can think about, and it’s so, so easy to forget about everything else.
With his tongue pushing past Taehyung’s soft lips, Jeongguk doesn’t even think about where they are or who they are with, brain choosing to focus on the way Taehyung’s leg quivers on his lap or how his fingers clench unconsciously around Jeongguk’s bicep, nails lightly digging into the muscle as a soft whine is ripped from him.
“Movie time!” someone suddenly shouts from their side— Jimin, as he springs up from the floor and plops down on the couch right next to them.
Taehyung startles for a second, leaning back and blinking confusedly before snorting against his palm, throwing Jeongguk one last smile before settling down back on the couch from where he had almost gotten fully on Jeongguk’s lap during their little make out session.
No one mentions it as they take their seats on and in front of the couch, but Jeongguk can see the way Yoongi smiles at him rather teasingly, making the tips of his ears burn red in embarrassment. Then, just as whatever film they chose is about to start, Taehyung leans closer to him and presses a short peck to his lips before turning to the other side to cuddle with Jimin, leaving Jeongguk’s body feeling exceptionally warm despite the lack of his favorite human-heater clinging onto him.
Hours later, Jeongguk wouldn’t be able to tell what the movie was even about, his dopey smile unrelated to the comedy playing in front of him.
“So, mister Don Jeon,” Jimin says through a bite of his pancakes, making Jeongguk cringe from the other side of their kitchen counter. “Get it? Don Juan, Don Jeon—”
“Please never say that again,” he winces, “ever.”
“Let me have my fun,” Jimin argues, threatening to flick some of his breakfast onto Jeongguk’s face, “after all, I did have to put up with you and Tae sucking face yesterday on my couch.”
“Our couch—”
“So, yeah! I’ll tease you as much as I want, thank you very much.”
Jeongguk hides his embarrassment by turning around and turning off the stove, transferring his scrambled eggs to a plate alongside his own set of pancakes.
Their friends all stayed the night at Jimin and Jeongguk’s apartment after the movie, most of them having fallen asleep during the first half of it. Like one of those rare occasions, Jeongguk and Taehyung did share a bed, the two of them having to promise Jimin that there would be no funny business while they’re all around, which was mortifying enough, but it was worth it, mostly because Taehyung and he were in such a comfortable, weirdly brave moment, that it meant Jeongguk didn’t have to hesitate before kissing him goodnight.
When he woke up, Taehyung had his arms around him, so warm Jeongguk had even kicked off the covers in his sleep to rely solely on his body heat. Usually, Taehyung would hug him from behind, his chest pressed against Jeongguk’s back, but not this time— instead, he had his head propped on top of Jeongguk’s chest, his cheek bulging cutely and lips parted, a wet patch forming on Jeongguk’s shirt just below his mouth.
He knew he had a crush on Taehyung for the longest time, but the fact that he didn’t mind him quite literally drooling in his sleep on top of him and instead found it incredibly endearing made him realize that maybe it went a little deeper than he initially thought.
“Anyway…” Jimin prompts, pulling him from his thoughts, “what was that all about, huh? You guys gonna date now or…?”
Jeongguk chuckles at the question, forking his breakfast with a soft smile.
“Don’t think so, hyung,” he tells him sincerely. “You know how he gets when he’s high.”
When Taehyung left, he did so with his roommate, Namjoon. Then, Jeongguk wanted to pull him aside for a minute and talk about what happened, just to acknowledge that, even if it wasn’t Taehyung’s intention to turn their relationship into a romantic one, they wouldn’t be awkward about it. However, he was not as comfortable and brave as he had felt the day before; not as daring to allow himself to be vulnerable. So, Taehyung left, waving at Jimin and him with a wide smile, thanking them both for the good time, good laughs, and good company.
He might not be brave when it comes to Taehyung, but he knows that, if Taehyung wanted to talk, he’d be the one to pull Jeongguk aside and do so. The fact that he didn’t tells Jeongguk enough, like one of those things that don’t have to be explicitly said to be understood, and he respects that. He never expected anything else from him, from them, so it’s not like it hurt to come to this conclusion.
Humming pensively at his words, Jimin leans back, appraising Jeongguk with a lifted eyebrow, eyes attentive to him and his reactions.
“That may be so, but…” Jimin pauses, shrugging as he lifts himself off his seat and takes his empty plate in hand, starting to corner the counter to place it in the sink, “that’s not how you get when you’re high, now is it?”
Shaking his head with an amused smile, Jeongguk twists his body to face Jimin. “I’ll pretend I don’t understand what you’re trying to imply here.”
“When did you start hiding your feelings from me?” Jimin rolls his eyes, planting himself next to Jeongguk as he leans against the counter. “You weren’t this secretive before, even when you used to have a crush on me instead of Tae. You said it straight to my face, no shame whatsoever.”
Groaning at the memory, Jeongguk goes back to his breakfast, mumbling, “That was a long time ago. We were children.”
Jimin smiles mischievously, shrugging, “I was your gay awakening and therefore it is my duty to help you through your romantic disasters.”
Spluttering around a bite of his pancakes, Jeongguk frowns up at Jimin. “First of all, no you weren’t; you know better than anyone that season three’s Zuko was my gay awakening, and definitely not 14-year-old going-through-a-bad-boy-phase Jimin,” he says, to which Jimin gasps offendedly. Paying him no mind, Jeongguk continues, “And second of all, there is no romantic disaster going on. Taehyung and I kissed, so what? You’ve kissed him before and I didn’t make a big deal out of it, did I?”
“That’s different,” Jimin argues, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches Jeongguk finish his food, “We kissed once because we were dared to and I don’t have anything but platonic feelings for him, unlike you.”
And although Jeongguk wants to argue, he chooses not to, acknowledging Jimin’s words in silence and shrugging in response.
He’s not ready to think about that yet, but he knows it’s something he can’t quite ignore forever.
JEONGGUK
did u guys make it home okay?
TAEHYUNG
yup! an hour ago actually
how cute of u to check on us
did joon hyung get a text too or am i just lucky?
JEONGGUK
what do u think
TAEHYUNG
i think u texted just me
because you miss me
and you wanna talk about yesterday
did i get it right? heheh
JEONGGUK
…maybe
do you wanna talk?
or am i just being too much rn
TAEHYUNG
we can talk!
what are your thoughts gukkie
i sure hope i didn’t scare you away
JEONGGUK
nono you didn’t
just wanted to make sure it wouldn’t be awkward now
TAEHYUNG
oh no never
if it’s awkward for u i understand
but it isn’t for me
JEONGGUK
ah ok
good
i’m glad
really
TAEHYUNG
good then i can make some comments right
JEONGGUK
uh
i guess
TAEHYUNG
you’re SUCH a great kisser
like
you’re good at everything
so i should’ve expected it
but damn. damn!!!!!
made me lose my breath and everything
JEONGGUK
you know…
you really shouldn’t base that off one experience
TAEHYUNG
ohhhh
i like where this is going
i’m interested
JEONGGUK
lol
just saying
TAEHYUNG
mkay jeonggukie
i’ll keep that in mind then
i gotta go help hyung with lunch now
so i’ll catch u later, mr golden lips
JEONGGUK
please don’t call me that again
TAEHYUNG
i’ll come up with something else then
please anticipate it!
JEONGGUK
……kinda scary
but ok
i will
TAEHYUNG
u know when its been 7 months since u last had sex
and u’ve been busy w work and school but ur body
decides it won’t wait for u anymore so it decides to
make u horny at every single little thing like wtf
i literally saw hyung eat a banana and felt like fainting
like have u seen namjoon hyung eat a banana
he looks like a bulldog attacking a sad little birdie
it’s a carnage
and it got me hot and bothered
i want to die
Taehyung’s texts come on a Wednesday evening, Jeongguk and Jimin settled on their couch as they watch reruns of the latest Riverdale season. Neither of them are too invested in it— after all, it’s Riverdale, but they’re both bored and have nothing to do and no excuse to move until it’s time for dinner.
Upon receiving the messages, Jeongguk’s phone pings annoyingly a few times, to which Jimin glares at him from the other side of the couch. Shrugging, he unlocks his phone and—
Well. He wasn’t expecting any of that.
As he reads through the texts, his jaw slackens more and more, eyes widening and, well… that’s a vision, for sure. Not like he needed an excuse to think of Taehyung feeling needy and hot, but he’ll take it.
JEONGGUK
um
are you
okay
TAEHYUNG
no!!!! no i am not!!!!
its been hell!!!!
i think ive never felt this frustrated b4
like i feel like a fucking teenager
JEONGGUK
cant u like
jerk off
TAEHYUNG
omg ur so smart
how come i didnt think of that before
…
JEONGGUK
fuck you
TAEHYUNG
please lol
bet that would help
Taehyung’s words make his heart stutter in his chest, the response not at all what he was expecting. Sure, he always knew Taehyung to be bold, but never to this extent.
His lack of reply caused purely by Jeongguk feeling too flustered to even think of something doesn’t slow him down, though, the next few texts coming in as fast as the previous ones.
TAEHYUNG
but like seriously ok i didn’t do it This Time
bc i don’t wanna think of hyung while doing it
i love him to bits but.
Not Like That
like i definitely could jack off or wtv
since he left a while ago
but u know……..
JEONGGUK
so what’s the plan here
TAEHYUNG
idk???
im so hard it hurts honestly
im just glad hyung isn’t here rn
to see me like this i mean
am kinda desperate :(
JEONGGUK
right now?
TAEHYUNG
yeah lol
it’s Bad bad
like idk why i’m feeling like this
i’m a healthy young man
but my dick woke up today and said
hey what if i got rock hard for no reason
for the whole day too!! cause thats cool
JEONGGUK
oh
and ur just chilling?
TAEHYUNG
not rlly much i can do right
want me to jerk off while texting you?
JEONGGUK
if it helps
TAEHYUNG
tease
JEONGGUK
don’t you have a certain pillow you can use
i do remember you mentioning something like that
TAEHYUNG
oh the pillow u promised to replace?
interesting
trying to imply smth here?
JEONGGUK
who’s the tease now
TAEHYUNG
still u
u haven’t seen me tease u yet
JEONGGUK
sounds like a promise
TAEHYUNG
good
it is one
anyway
thanks for getting my mind off hyung
i think i’m good now
can do my business w someone else in mind
right gukkie?
Maybe he shouldn’t be having this type of conversation while sitting right next to Jimin, but Jeongguk is only human.
So, he bites.
JEONGGUK
and who do you mean?
TAEHYUNG
i think u know
someone i can’t quite get off my mind
not since he kissed me last weekend
sounds familiar?
JEONGGUK
not really
any other tips?
TAEHYUNG
mmm
i mean i could go for hours
talking about how hot he is
how warm his smile makes me feel
how he’s so strong i think he could
probably lift me if he wanted
in fact he has in the past
but i guess i shouldn’t say much
so i don’t end up accidentally stroking
his ego, u know?
JEONGGUK
yeah that wouldn’t be good
sounds like a guy who wouldn’t let
you hear the end of it
TAEHYUNG
sounds about right
well anyway
great talk
i’ll take care of myself now
but no worries
i’ll let you know how it goes
bye bye gukkie
JEONGGUK
good luck
make me proud
TAEHYUNG
who gave u the right
shit that’s so
ok
ttyl wtf
JEONGGUK
lol
“Why on god’s earth do you have a semi right now, Jeon fucking Jeongguk?”
Startled, Jeongguk looks up from his phone to find Jimin staring at him with the most comically shocked expression he has ever seen. He can even see a hint of disappointment there, and he would definitely laugh about it if he weren’t so incredibly mortified.
“I don’t—”
“Shut up, we’re watching fucking Riverdale,” Jimin groans, taking the remote from where it rested by his side and holding it protectively against his chest. “Riverdale, Jeongguk! That shit’s not hot!”
He spends the next half an hour having to explain to Jimin that Riverdale has nothing to do with the barely-there semi tenting his sweatpants and, “Hey, why were you even looking in the first place!?” which started a whole new discussion that left them feeling both embarrassed and humiliated.
“I’d never in a million years fuck you and you know that,” Jimin started by saying, the highs of his cheeks blushing a furious red as he ordered pizza from the delivery app, avoiding Jeongguk’s gaze by all costs, “But I am still a gay man and I will appreciate another man in grey sweatpants, god damn it!”
Which, sure, Jeongguk can’t condemn him for.
In the end, it is all proven worth it when, just an hour later, Jeongguk receives another text.
TAEHYUNG
i feel much better now
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but i wish it was u instead
Attached to the messages is a picture of Taehyung like none other he has ever seen: head cut off from the frame, the picture was taken from above, showcasing Taehyung’s bare chest and legs, crotch hidden from view because of the angle. Between those golden, supple thighs of his, is a pillow covered in what Jeongguk assumes to be cum. Taehyung’s cum, most likely after he rode that pillow the same way he had described last weekend; the same way Jeongguk had suggested him to do to get rid of his unfortunate erection.
In his life, Jeongguk has expected many things, but he never saw himself being jealous of a fucking pillow of all things before.
JEONGGUK
fuck
me too
The next time they all hang out, Jeongguk is a ball of nerves for being able to see Taehyung again.
This time, they all gather in Seokjin’s apartment, which is a lot more spacious than his and Jimin’s and with a balcony wide enough to fit the seven of them as they stargaze and sing into the night. His neighbors are a lot nicer too, rarely ever caring about the smell of weed or the sound of their questionable, depressing music, sometimes even knocking on the door to hang out for a little bit. Some would find it inconvenient, but they love it; it’s just fun to them, the additional company, better yet that they don’t stay for long enough for it to become weird.
Taehyung takes a seat across from Jeongguk as they all sit in a crooked circle, bags of chips and different kinds of drinks in the middle of them. As always, he looks amazing, nails painted a soft violet color that contrasts beautifully with his tanned skin, curly brown hair styled in a messy way, and lean but broad upper body highlighted by the black, tight long-sleeved turtleneck he’s wearing.
“We should play truth or dare,” Jimin suggests, to which Namjoon and Seokjin groan.
“Boring,” Yoongi says, reaching for one of the chips and plopping it inside his mouth, chewing it noisily as Jimin glares daggers at him. “If you wanna ask something, just do it. We all know this game is boring if you’re not planning to hook up with anyone.” Then, he pauses, appraising Jimin with an arched eyebrow, “Unless…?”
“If I wanted to hook up with any of you, I wouldn’t need a game,” Jimin says, exuding confidence, and none of them have it in them to argue. “I just think it’d be fun. I wanna get fucked up tonight!”
From Yoongi’s side, Seokjin shrugs, “You can do that on your own, though?”
“Fine,” Jimin pouts, leaning back against the wall. “You guys are boring.”
Cooing at his reaction, Taehyung reaches across the circle to pat his thigh. “Jeonggukie and I will play with you, Min.”
It takes a while for Taehyung’s words to process, but when they do, the whole group turns to face Jeongguk in either badly concealed amusement or confusion. Meanwhile, all he can do is stare at Taehyung, whose eyes are already on him, and nod dumbly at what was said.
“Huh,” Namjoon is the first to speak after a collective, stunned silence, “I guess I do have something to ask, after all.”
After that, it’s unanimous: they’re playing the infamous game of truth or dare, but with a twist: truth or drink, as Jimin calls it.
And when Jimin sends Taehyung a thankful but wicked smile, Jeongguk realizes that it was all planned beforehand, Taehyung probably aware that his comment would give the rest of the group a reason to be interested to join the game.
Well played, he tells Taehyung with his eyes, to which the older responds with,
We’re not done yet.
While Jeongguk expected them to take it easy for the first few rounds, he’s proven wrong the minute it’s Yoongi’s turn to ask questions, the empty bottle of beer they chose landing straight on Jimin, narrowly missing Jeongguk by his side. Frankly, it seems like Jimin wasn’t expecting the question either.
“How many times have you and Namjoon fucked?”
Someone— Hoseok gasps as Taehyung snorts into his palm, Jeongguk turning to Jimin with wide, surprised eyes.
“Hyung!” Namjoon yells, seemingly mortified, to which Yoongi shrugs.
“Five times,” Jimin replies simply, not bothering to elaborate or express any discomfort. “Next.”
From then on, the gates to indecency have opened, Namjoon taking revenge on Yoongi by asking something equally as embarrassing, making him recount, in detail, the time he and Hoseok decided to explore their sexualities with a couple of bro-jobs. Jeongguk laughs about it, of course he does, and feels his heart stutter every time the bottle lands on Taehyung, but the question lingering in the air around them never comes, their friends choosing to ask him about his worst sexual experience, the riskiest place he’s ever had sex at, and anything and everything that did not include Jeongguk’s name.
If only he had known they were all waiting for it to land on him instead.
“So, Jeongguk,” Hoseok smirks at him, eyes flicking between him and Taehyung once the bottle finally does end up pointing towards Jeongguk’s rather intimidated figure, “What is going on between you two?”
At the question, Jeongguk sighs in relief. It could have been worse. Way, way worse.
“We kissed once, last weekend,” he says, reveling in the disbelief coloring his hyungs’ faces. “What? That’s all, it’s true.”
But then, Taehyung jumps in.
“I did send him a nude two days ago, though.”
Taehyung’s words make them all laugh, which is most likely caused by Jeongguk’s deer-in-the-headlights expression, except for Jimin, who stares at Taehyung with a puzzled expression, eyebrows knitting together as he thinks in silence.
“Two days ago…” he mumbles, suddenly turning to Jeongguk with an alarmed expression, lifting an accusing finger and pointing it at him. “So that’s why you got hard while we were watching TV!”
Forget what Jeongguk said before, this is mortifying.
“Jimin—!”
“You got hard because of the picture I sent you?” Taehyung asks with a shit-eating grin, mirth swimming in his eyes. “Aw, Jeonggukie.”
He’s about to argue and try to defend himself, explain to Taehyung and all of their friends that he didn’t get hard per se, that his dick just twitched a little bit and it wasn’t even Taehyung’s picture that did it, that just the thought of him touching himself was enough — well, it’s Taehyung! He doesn’t even need to be naked for people to get horny because of him! — when said target of his deepest affections and desires leans over the snacks and empty bottle, supporting himself on one arm as his free hand cups Jeongguk’s burning red cheek, pulling him closer and kissing him straight on the lips, a completely unapologetic display right in front of their friends.
It’s a short kiss, one that could even be called a peck, but it leaves Jeongguk’s brain malfunctioning. In fact, he thinks he even blacks out for a few seconds, coming back to their friends gagging and Taehyung giggling back in his spot across from him, his own cheeks turning a sweet shade of pink.
Then, Jeongguk smiles, because despite all the talk before, none of them have smoked or drank anything so far, Jimin being the one to chug the beer down so they have an empty bottle to play with, which gives Taehyung no excuse other than he wanted to kiss Jeongguk there, his high antics be fucking damned.
“I think… I think we should stop playing,” Yoongi suggests with a grimace, hiding his own embarrassment behind a bag of chips, to which Seokjin agrees with a hearty laugh.
As they all move to another topic, the group now focused on Hoseok’s dilemma at dealing with the new boss at work, Taehyung’s peachy-pink cheeks and soft, plump lips are all Jeongguk can think about.
The rest of the night is pretty much uneventful, the group of seven coming back inside once the night turns a bit too chilly and lounging in the living room before they disperse into groups, distracted by each other’s ideas, suggestions, and weird conversations.
Seokjin and Yoongi move to the kitchen with Jimin in tow so they can make something to eat – apparently the younger one found an interesting recipe on Facebook that the two best cooks in the group decided they should follow, none of their friends having it in them to disagree, especially not this late into the evening, with their bellies craving for food and their weed stash running out.
Jeongguk and Taehyung are cuddled together on a beanbag, the two of them staring dazedly at Seokjin’s living room ceiling and pretending they can see the stars through it despite having over five units above them.
“What would you name a star if you found one just lying around on the street?” Taehyung asks quietly, like a hum, careful not to bother Hoseok and Namjoon’s passionate conversation about some character neither of them recognize, Jeongguk’s eyes falling from the ceiling to land on Taehyung’s beautiful face, his eyes filled with more stars than Jeongguk’s mind was able to make up on the concrete ceiling. “There’s… there’s Polaris, Sirius… some with weird, long names too… huh. Do you think Sirius Black’s character is based on the star, what with him turning into a big dog and all?”
Jeongguk, admittedly, is not paying attention to what Taehyung is saying in the slightest, far too focused on him, his confused expression as he connects the invisible dots in his mind. Like this, his eyes grow a bit wider and his lips come together in a cute pout, eyebrows knitting in confusion and voice sounding a bit whinier, perhaps even higher than usual, and he loves to hear it.
“Let me google it,” Taehyung continues, unbothered by Jeongguk’s silence— used to it, especially when they’re both this high and out of snacks to keep them grounded.
Taehyung’s long, delicate fingers slide over the screen of his phone with intent, and he gasps quietly once he lands on a website.
“Oh! How interesting,” he mumbles to himself, reading over the lines of text easily. “It seems that many characters’ names came from stars. Fuck J.K. Rowling, but this is cool, right? There’s— there’s Sirius, obviously, Regulus, Bellatrix… oh, so many people.”
At that, Jeongguk hums. He honestly doesn’t care much about the Harry Potter saga and its universe, but he’d listen to Taehyung rave about anything if it meant that he’d get to watch his eyes light up with such a pure display of excitement every time.
Then, Taehyung blinks twice, locking his phone and letting it drop to his lap as he turns to face Jeongguk again, a big smile taking over his features and unknowingly making Jeongguk’s heart stutter.
“You kinda remind me of him right now, you know?” Taehyung says, one of his hands coming up to play with the tips of Jeongguk’s long, curly black hair. “Sirius Black. I had the biggest crush on him when I was a teen.”
And had Jeongguk been sober, he would probably acknowledge that this, perhaps, could mean something. Had he not had a misty white cloud fogging his brain, he would probably see Taehyung’s words as a cue for him to, maybe, imply something equally as suggestive— say that he’s always been fond of cheerful smart boys growing up and that that means Taehyung is just his type, or even straight-up tell him, ‘hey, that’s funny, because I have a crush on you.’
However, unfortunately for him, he’s not sober, and to Taehyung’s amusement, he says, “Isn’t he old as fuck?”
But it’s okay, because Taehyung laughs at his random question, and that’s probably the best reaction Jeongguk could have hoped for because, well— he loves Taehyung’s laughter, loves hearing it and being the reason behind it, especially when he laughs so hard his stomach clenches and he bends forward, head falling on Jeongguk’s shoulder as his body quivers with so much joy it’s hard for Jeongguk to stay stone-faced.
It takes him a few hours, but he realizes the missed opportunity to take a step forward into— well, into what, he doesn’t quite know, but still. Either way, he doesn’t regret it, not if it meant getting to witness such a pure display of happiness from his favorite person in the world. That, in all honesty, is more than he could ever ask for already.
It’s Jimin’s birthday and, as always, the group comes together to organize a little party for their favorite little Tinkerbell.
Well, party is a bit of an overstatement. Honestly, their birthday get-togethers are not that different from their usual hangouts that consist of lots of snacks, weird-ass songs, a bunch of weed, and only the seven of them to celebrate— except when it comes to Taehyung’s or Seokjin’s birthdays, the two of them making sure to invite as many people as they can, as they have such an easy time making friends outside their group and love to be surrounded by people and playing host (and, in Taehyung’s case, with his birthday being so close to the New Years, it’s always a blast to celebrate with a bunch of people).
When it comes to Jimin, surprisingly enough, he likes to keep things private and homey. Therefore, each person in their seven-people-group is assigned a chore: some go out to buy drinks, some come over to decorate, some order the food and cake, make the playlist, bake the edibles, and so on. It’s always been like this, ever since they became an established group of friends, and it’s the sort of tradition they’re proud to keep every year, every time.
This year, Hoseok and Seokjin handle the decorations in Jimin and Jeongguk’s living room as the birthday boy drags Namjoon along to the convenience store, reminding him of the promise Namjoon drunkenly made a year ago, when he said he’d cover the cost of the alcohol next time. Yoongi has his laptop on his lap as he sits on the living room couch, sometimes helping Hoseok and Seokjin, but mainly just focusing on making the playlist for Jimin’s party, which is scheduled for the whole afternoon and evening, as he is ‘a fairy whose birthday must be celebrated for as long as they’re still conscious.’ Needless to say, those are his own words.
If one must wonder about the two lovebirds that constantly tip-toe around each other, say no more: Jeongguk and Taehyung can be found in the kitchen, mixing their ingredients in a big bowl as they prepare the weed brownies. There, they’re only a few feet away from the ruckus happening in the living room— their hyungs bickering as they try to come to an agreement regarding the decorations and Yoongi filling the ambient with loud songs as he tries to organize them into a list that makes sense, but it doesn’t bother them. Jeongguk has his phone playing Louis Armstrong as per Taehyung’s request, the jazz-loving man swaying his hips to the song as Jeongguk mixes the eggs, sugar, and flour together, trying not to be too distracted by the sensual sight that is Taehyung allowing his body to move to the sound of The Sunshine of Love.
Taehyung stops dancing to help him add in the chocolate mixture and the weed, this time giving Jeongguk a break and stirring it himself, taking his time to make sure it’s not lumpy or with a weird texture. While resting, Jeongguk can’t help but stare at the way the muscles of Taehyung’s defined forearms flex as he stirs the batter, skin exposed by the short-sleeved oversized blue t-shirt he is wearing, which contrasts beautifully with his warm skin tone. Taehyung, although not bulky and somewhat lean, has been working out lately and it shows— biceps and forearms reflecting perfectly the amount of weight he lifts and, if Jeongguk might respectfully observe, his ass sure indicates that he’s not forgetting to do his squats either.
“Seems about right, yeah?” Taehyung suddenly asks, wide, puppy-like eyes lifting from where they were focused on the mixture to look at Jeongguk, the innocence in his gaze unknowingly chastising Jeongguk for his rather perverted thoughts.
Clearing his throat against his fist as he looks away, Jeongguk shrugs. “I think so,” he says, unlocking his phone and quickly reading over the recipe he had open in the browser. “Yeah, I guess it’s good enough. Says here that it’s time to put it in the oven, then.”
But, before Jeongguk can transfer the mixture into another recipient that is proper to be put in the oven, Taehyung dips his finger into the batter and swipes it on Jeongguk’s bottom lip, pulling back and gasping as if he hadn’t done a single thing, startling Jeongguk by how fast everything happened.
“Oh, no! It seems that you got— no, no Jeonggukie—!” Taehyung whines when Jeongguk licks it off without a thought. Huffing cutely like a petulant child, he reaches up to once again smear chocolate batter onto his lip, warning him in a scolding tone, “No licking.” Then, with a badly concealed cheeky smile, he continues, “As I was saying… oh, no! It seems that you have some chocolate on your lip, but don’t worry, I’ll clean it for you.”
Jeongguk barely has time to blink before Taehyung pulls the bowl out of his hands and places it on the counter, quickly stepping into Jeongguk’s personal space and kissing him, just like that, without a single warning to his pure, incredibly whipped heart.
Kissing Taehyung is always great, of course, and Jeongguk would like to be able to do it at least once every day. Somehow, each kiss manages to be different, some carrying second intentions that are clear in the way they pull each other close and some being a bit more subdued, a lot tamer and, admittedly, somewhat romantically charged. This time, Taehyung sucks on Jeongguk’s bottom lip in a way that makes his knees buckle, tongue peeking out and tracing the chocolate smeared on his lip, and it takes Jeongguk a second before he leans fully into it, still startled by the suddenness of it all but not at all about to pretend like he doesn’t want this.
Jeongguk’s hands settle on his waist, fingers tight around the fabric of his shirt, as Taehyung pulls him closer by the neck with one of his hands, humming into his mouth and allowing Jeongguk to taste the sweetness on his tongue that has little to do with the chocolate and all to do with Taehyung himself.
He doesn’t want to admit it, but right here, right now, it’s like something bursts in his chest, heart expanding in reaction to how great this makes him feel. It may be a bit too hopeful, maybe even too optimistic, but something about this feels right, and Jeongguk doesn’t believe that he’s the only one who can feel it. Being here, with Taehyung, in his kitchen as they bake, feels overwhelmingly domestic, and part of him wishes that this is what the future holds for them— a life where they can share kisses as they cook each other breakfast, lunch, or dinner; where they’re able to whisper sweet nothings to each other every morning and every night; where Jeongguk doesn’t need to attempt to hide the fascination he holds for the stars in Taehyung’s eyes, free to stare at them unabashedly and admire them for hours to no end.
When they part, Taehyung’s eyes are as soft as the smile he sends Jeongguk’s way, lips a pretty shade of pink that lure Jeongguk in, willing him to kiss him again, and again, and again, until Taehyung has to physically hold him back by pushing him lightly on the chest with his free hand as he laughs, the apples of his cheeks tinted red with either embarrassment or an intense amount of fondness.
Jeongguk hopes it’s the latter.
“Oh, oops,” Taehyung giggles as his eyes fall to Jeongguk’s neck, the hand on his chest lifting to hold him by the chin, gently turning Jeongguk’s face so he can have a better look. “I forgot my finger was dirty and, um, I might’ve smeared a bit of chocolate there, too,” he explains, his guilty smile quickly melting into something a bit more unapologetic, eyes filling with mirth as he says, “Let me— let me clean that, too.”
Without another word, Taehyung leans in, his wet, warm tongue tracing up Jeongguk’s neck and licking the chocolaty trail left by his touch. Jeongguk, sensitive as he is and with his heart as vulnerable to Taehyung as it is, shivers upon contact, fingers tightening around Taehyung’s waist and unconsciously pulling him even closer, until their chests and hips are glued together.
Not satisfied with just cleaning Jeongguk’s neck in such a lewd way, Taehyung sucks onto his skin, leaving behind a faint, pinkish mark that succeeds in making all of Jeongguk’s hair stand. Not only does it feel good, but the symbolism of it goes straight to Jeongguk’s heart, filling it with feelings of yearning and longing that make it hard for him to ever want to let go of Taehyung.
“No!” they hear Jimin shout the moment Taehyung is leaning back, both of them turning their heads to face the entrance to the kitchen, where Jimin and Namjoon both stand with plastic bags in their hands, Jimin glaring daggers at the pair while Namjoon just avoids their eyes with an adorable blush blooming on his cheeks. “Not on my birthday, no! Taehyungie, you promised!”
Cheekily, Taehyung lies, “Well, technically I didn’t kiss him— he had chocolate on his neck.”
“You’re a heathen!”
Giggling, Taehyung shrugs teasingly at Jimin before taking a step back, recovering from the whole chocolate ordeal and being caught far too quickly, going as far as turning back to Jeongguk and looking straight into his eyes as he sucks his finger clean of any remnants of brownie batter as Jeongguk watches, wide-eyed and with his mouth gaping, still like a statue.
“Tastes good,” Taehyung announces, unbothered by the three sets of eyes stuck on him. Then, as if nothing had happened, he smiles, “Let’s get to baking!”
Jeongguk is not entirely sure of what just happened and how it got to this, but he’s not about to question it. If anything, the fact that Jimin of all people apparently asked Taehyung to behave just for today and he wasn’t able to makes him feel good, enough so that he can’t be bothered to feel guilty for what Namjoon and Jimin had to witness.
What can he say, really? He’s a whipped man and that much should be obvious already.
Kissing Taehyung becomes somewhat of a habit whenever they see each other.
It’s not always that it happens, but when it does, it’s constantly by Taehyung’s initiative, the man a lot bolder than Jeongguk would ever dare to be. Sometimes, it happens for a reason (as a greeting, Taehyung’s soft lips touching Jeongguk’s for just a second, but long enough to ignite the fire within his heart regardless; when Jeongguk makes him laugh extra hard, Taehyung hovering above him to press a rewarding kiss to the corner of his mouth; as a thank you, either because Jeongguk got Taehyung a gift or because he did something thoughtful, and these kisses are the ones that linger the most, hours after Taehyung has kissed him, because Jeongguk can feel how much he meant it) and, sometimes, it happens in a very unprompted way such as purely making out lazily on the couch, Taehyung’s fingers tracing Jeongguk’s skin and causing shivers to rise through his sensitive body as they pretend they can’t hear the other guys talking just a few feet away from them.
Their friends are a lot more used to it by now, perhaps even more so than Jeongguk himself. They’re great— they don’t pay attention to them and just let them figure themselves out for the most part, ever since the first time keeping to themselves and not figuratively cornering them to get answers they’re not ready to disclose. That’s not to say that they don’t tease them— Jeongguk doesn’t know if it’s the same with Namjoon, but Jimin, as Jeongguk’s roommate and Taehyung’s closest friend, will not let him hear the end of it, constantly bringing up Taehyung’s name to startle Jeongguk into a blush or make his palms sweaty in a very inconvenient Pavlovian response.
However, Jimin is also helpful when he wants to be, continuously checking up on Jeongguk and making sure he’s not running away from his feelings. Instead, he encourages Jeongguk to embrace them, reminding him that he’s part of a group of people that loves and cherishes him, Taehyung included, and that whatever he might feel is valid and important to experience despite his deepest fears of, for the lack of a better word, fucking things up.
“I can’t tell him,” Jeongguk had sighed one day, sitting on his bed with Jimin splayed in front of him on his stomach, just the two of them in the apartment as they listen to their neighbor play Chet Baker’s I Fall In Love Too Easily in the unit above, which, as most jazz songs do, reminds Jeongguk of Taehyung. “It’d— if he doesn’t feel the same, it’d ruin our friendship. It could ruin the whole group and turn things awkward for everyone. It’d be selfish of me.”
“Bullshit,” Jimin shook his head, immediately denying the claims before they sunk in Jeongguk’s mind; before doubt planted its seeds in his brain. “Jeonggukie… Taehyung loves you. I can’t tell you if it’s romantic or platonic love— he’s the only one who’d be able to tell you that, but it doesn’t change the fact that he cares about you and wants whatever is best for you. If he doesn’t like you back, you’ll make it work somehow, together. Nothing will be ruined,” he made sure to assure him, reaching out so his tiny palm laid on top of Jeongguk’s knee, exposed due to the short shorts he was wearing. “We’re family, yeah? Nothing’s gonna change that, ever.”
It’s definitely scary to see himself slowly fall deeper and deeper for someone as close as his best friend, but, weirdly enough, Jeongguk doesn’t feel as pressured as he once did, and that’s all thanks to Jimin’s pep-talks and Taehyung’s sweet gestures, constantly reassuring him that this, whatever it is, is happening because they both want it to, even if he never went as far as saying that out loud.
Jeongguk doesn’t know what kind of spell Taehyung has cast on him to make him so unsure, so scared, but he’s done surrendering to this character that doesn’t fit him. In all his previous relationships, he felt nervous while confessing, sure— but he always made it through. He might not be as open with his romantic feelings and affections as Taehyung, but he’s never backed down from fighting for what he wants.
With Jimin’s words cheering him on and his own resolve stronger than ever before, Jeongguk doesn’t even hesitate before typing in a message for the one man who’s managed to turn his world upside down, leaving him powerless at his feet without even trying to.
JEONGGUK
can i see you today?
i need to tell you something important
Taehyung’s response comes an hour later, the man apologizing for taking so long to reply. In the end, they settle on Taehyung coming over, Jimin shooting Jeongguk finger-guns as he grabbed his wallet, phone, and keys and left the apartment, making sure to shout, “Keep the naughty stuff on your bed only!” before slipping past the door and closing it shut behind himself.
They live pretty close to each other, just a 15-minute walk if either of them is feeling lazy, but it takes almost forty minutes until Jeongguk can hear someone knocking on the door.
Being friends as close as they are, they all have copies of the keys to each other’s apartments and, occasionally, they won’t even knock before barging right in, but not Taehyung— he’d always knock, using the key only to get through the entrance of the building but never the apartments, and he’d wait outside for as long as it took until someone let him in, saying that it was their space and he respected it, even if he didn’t necessarily need to.
(Hoseok once accused him of being a vampire, and Jeongguk chuckles quietly to himself every time he remembers it.)
Despite all the pep-talk, Jeongguk still finds himself nervous as he walks to the door, palms already turning clammy as he reaches for the doorknob and twists it, pulling the door open to reveal Taehyung standing on the other side.
As always, he looks beautiful— unruly dark brown hair falling over his eyes, an oversized cream-colored sweater accentuating his broad shoulders and hiding his lean frame, as well as loose, brownish slacks that are a perfect fit for his height. Despite his comfortable, teddy-bear-like outfit, his smile is the thing about him that makes Jeongguk’s heart feel the warmest, so sincere and wide, like he’s genuinely happy to see Jeongguk again, like he missed him, even though they saw each other just a couple of days ago, the taste of Taehyung’s kisses still lingering on Jeongguk’s tongue.
Taehyung has his arm behind his back, clearly hiding something from Jeongguk’s view. Cheekily, he greets him under the doorstep, leaning forward with no hesitancy and pressing a soft kiss to Jeongguk’s lips, one that leaves him flustered and somewhat giddy, always grateful to be in the receiving end of Taehyung’s heavenly kisses, but still not used to how comfortable Taehyung is with it, like it’s something they’ve always done.
“Hey,” Taehyung says, a certain glint of shyness in his eyes as he pulls his hand from behind his back, extending his arm towards Jeongguk and revealing what it is that he was hiding. “This is for you.”
In Taehyung’s hand is a beautiful bouquet of white magnolias and red chrysanthemums, the composition contrasting with the earthy tones of Taehyung’s outfit and standing out prettily against his caramel-toned skin. Jeongguk wishes he could appreciate the flowers a bit more— enamored with the mixes of florals, fillers, greenery, and line flowers that make the bouquet come alive, but the only thing his mind can focus on is the fact that Taehyung bought it for him and with purpose, most likely going out of his way to purchase this with Jeongguk in mind and Jeongguk only.
Taking the bouquet from Taehyung, Jeongguk’s eyes never leave his, searching.
And while he doesn’t know what he’s searching for, part of him thinks he’s found it.
“Um… is it too much?” Taehyung asks after a while of silence, his smile not managing to mask the nervousness rising in his expression at Jeongguk’s lack of reaction. It snaps him out of his thoughts, Jeongguk bringing the bouquet closer to his chest, right up against his heart, and shaking his head, feeling lighter than he’s ever felt.
“I love it,” he tells Taehyung, whose smile widens in response. “It’s— it’s beautiful, Tae. Thank you.”
“You said you wanted to talk about something important,” Taehyung says, and it’s clear in his expression that he’s happy Jeongguk liked his gift, “so I thought I shouldn’t come empty-handed. There’s, uh—” he pauses, noticing he’s still standing under Jeongguk’s doorstep and stepping in, closing the door behind himself and taking his shoes off by the entrance, following Jeongguk as he moves to the kitchen to look for somewhere to place the bouquet in. “There’s this flower shop a few streets away that I found a while ago and I thought that maybe you’d appreciate a splash of color in the apartment. I know red is your favorite, so…”
He can’t tell if Taehyung is rambling or if Jeongguk is just seeing too much into it, but something tells him that Taehyung is nervous, and while he knows he shouldn’t find that good, it does fill him with hope. Surely he can’t be reading this wrong, right? After all, Taehyung being nervous after buying him flowers when he knows Jeongguk has something important to talk about, something he must already know… well, he hopes he’s not wrong, at least.
“No, no, you’re right,” he assures him gently as he fills an empty, clean bottle of soju with water, delicately placing the bouquet in it and taking a step back to admire the way it looks, stealing a glance in Taehyung’s direction to see the way his eyes soften at the sight. “Where do you think I should place it?”
Thinking about it for a few seconds as he leans against the kitchen counter, Taehyung hums. “On the TV stand, in the living room? Next to the window, where the light hits. But you have to keep your blinds open, yeah? Don’t let this beauty die in two days, please,” he begs jokingly.
“Don’t worry about it,” Jeongguk smiles, taking the bottle in his hand carefully as he walks past Taehyung and into the living room, turning his head around to add, “Now I have something to care for every time I miss you.”
He doesn’t see Taehyung’s reaction, instead rushing to the living room as he feels his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. ‘Do you think you’re in a drama?’ he mentally scolds himself, standing in front of the TV stand and delicately placing the makeshift vase onto it, taking a step back to check if it looks good. Unsurprisingly enough, Taehyung’s suggestion seems to work out perfectly, the colors of the bouquet bringing life to the room of grey walls and black seats.
Jeongguk turns around just as Taehyung is entering the living room, his face a fading pink color that indicates that he might have blushed before, when Jeongguk’s inner Don Jeon (damn it, Park Jimin—) came to life. Hopefully, he didn’t react like that because he was cringing, that… that wouldn’t be good.
“Hey, it looks good!” Taehyung beams, sitting on the couch that faces the TV, eyes taking in the beautiful composition that has found its home in Jeongguk’s living room like it was always meant to be there. “Maybe I should switch majors. Is it too late to become an interior designer?”
Laughing at his words, Jeongguk takes a seat next to Taehyung, one of his arms instinctively lifting to circle Taehyung’s shoulders before he pauses awkwardly, taking a bit too long to react and startling Taehyung into an amused chuckle that results in Jeongguk burning a new, brighter shade of red. In the end, Taehyung is the one to reach for Jeongguk’s arm himself, leaning into his touch and fitting himself in his embrace, nuzzling closer to him like a kitten on a cold day.
“Are you nervous?” Taehyung asks him, to which Jeongguk responds with a guilty chuckle and a nod. “That’s cute, but you really shouldn’t be. It’s just me, Gukkie.”
“I know,” Jeongguk says, burying his nose in Taehyung’s hair as his fingers tighten lightly around his shoulder, inhaling the scent of Taehyung’s sweet, fruity shampoo and sighing, content. “And, well… that’s actually exactly why I’m nervous.”
Taehyung hums, hiding a smile in the crook of Jeongguk’s neck.
“We can postpone this talk for another day, if you want to,” Taehyung suggests, his voice soft as he reaches out, placing a comforting hand on Jeongguk’s thigh, his fingers caressing it through the fabric of his sweatpants, touch warm and familiar. “We could just watch a movie instead, or I could leave, too, if you want.”
At that, Jeongguk scoffs, his breath messing with Taehyung’s hair and causing him to press a chaste kiss to the crown of Taehyung’s head in apology. “I’d never want you to leave,” he says. “If anything, I’d rather you stayed forever.”
Jeongguk’s words cause Taehyung to lift his head to stare at him, his eyes wide and vulnerable in a way he’s never seen before. Taehyung’s hand trails up Jeongguk’s body until it lays on his chest, right above his heart, feeling as it races against his palm at the weird shift in the atmosphere, the casual, light air around them becoming a bit more suffocating, but not in a bad way.
“I’m not reading this wrong, am I?” Taehyung asks, his voice so incredibly soft it’s almost like a whisper. They stare at each other, faces close enough that Jeongguk can feel Taehyung’s warm, shallow breath against him.
“I want to ask you the same thing,” Jeongguk says, feeling like his heart might jump out his throat but chuckling nervously despite himself. It makes Taehyung smile at least, his cheeks bulging cutely and causing his eyes to squint.
Admittedly, Jeongguk didn’t have a plan when he invited Taehyung over. He didn’t want to raise his expectations, didn’t think of a grand gesture to try to sway Taehyung into maybe giving him a chance if he wasn’t completely convinced already. Instead, Jeongguk decided to let things happen naturally, as it seems that that is how this thing between them even started in the first place— impulsive, unprompted actions that neither of them had planned before and that felt right. As scary as it might be to dive in head-first without a plan, it feels right; it feels like them.
“I don’t think we are, then,” Taehyung tells him. They are so close to each other Jeongguk can see the dark brown of his irises gleaming as they reflect the light coming from the gaps between the curtains flowing in front of the living room window, giving it an almost golden highlight that only accentuates the stars swimming in Taehyung’s eyes, Jeongguk’s favorite constellations, the ones he’d spend hours, days, months mapping out. “Jeongguk,” Taehyung calls him softly, and Jeongguk can see how much brighter his eyes shine at the mention of his name, “Do you want to kiss me?”
Jeongguk’s response comes in the form of him leaning in to capture Taehyung’s lips between his, pulling him impossibly closer until Taehyung is seated on his lap, swallowing the gasp of surprise that Taehyung lets out, not expecting him to be so physically forward, but— but Jeongguk aches for him in ways he himself can’t comprehend, his body craving to hold Taehyung close, to have him take over all of his senses, so much so that he doesn’t even think before he’s moving.
With Taehyung’s thighs on either side of Jeongguk’s hips and his hands urgently reaching to hold him close, Taehyung feels warm on top of him, fitting himself on Jeongguk’s lap like he belonged there. Like a king assigned to his throne, he owns every single inch of Jeongguk’s body, heart, and soul, the entirety of him resting on the palm of Taehyung’s hand, at his mercy, ready to follow his every command, to swear his life to him without being promised anything in return.
“Jeongguk,” Taehyung breathes against his lips, leaning his forehead against Jeongguk’s as his thumb traces his jaw, planting short, sweet kisses to Jeongguk’s lip with every breath, like he himself can’t get enough; like he can’t help but chase after his touch. “Jeongguk. I don’t— I don’t kiss my friends.”
He knows what Taehyung is trying to tell him. He knows that, since the beginning, everything that happened came from Taehyung’s initiative. If the roles were reversed, if Jeongguk were the one to reach out to him constantly, he’d want the last step to be Taehyung’s, as it’d probably feel somewhat reassuring, somewhat real.
That’s why Jeongguk smiles, his nose rubbing against Taehyung’s as they breathe each other in, far too close to even look at each other in the eyes but neither of them daring to lean back and burst the comfortable bubble floating around them.
“That’s fine,” Jeongguk tells him, and he sounds just as breathless as Taehyung did. “I don’t want to be your friend. Not just your friend.”
He can feel Taehyung’s smile, can hear the emotion in his voice as he says, “You were never just a friend to me, Gukkie.”
The following kiss is a lot more passionate than any other they’ve ever shared, fueled by the euphoria that comes with their own little way of confessing. Jeongguk’s hands don’t hesitate as they fall to Taehyung’s thighs, gripping them tightly and causing Taehyung to hum into Jeongguk’s mouth. In exchange, Taehyung has one of his hands still holding Jeongguk by the jaw as the other trails down to his bicep, feeling the muscles contracting under his palm and reveling in the feeling of it, always one to admire Jeongguk’s strong physique.
At one point, Jeongguk sucks Taehyung’s tongue into his mouth in a way that makes Taehyung’s hips buck against his stomach, the moan that follows sounding outright sinful along with their heavy breathing that continues to disturb the quietness of the room. Not only that, but Taehyung himself looks like sin incarnate, his miles of golden skin glowing under the sunlight and the taste of him like the world’s most lethal, addicting drug.
“Be mine,” Jeongguk rasps out after Taehyung leans down to trail kisses up his neck, lips burning against his skin, his absence leaving Jeongguk time to catch his breath. It’s hard for him to focus, fingers itching to slide into Taehyung’s shirt and feel his warm skin under his fingertips, body craving his touch, his heat. Instead, he allows one of his hands to trail up Taehyung’s thigh, reaching behind him and holding him by the lower back, just a couple of inches away from fully grabbing his ass like he has long wished to do. “Taehyung, please— please, be mine.”
Jeongguk’s words, the urgency of his tone as well the badly concealed desperation in the plea that comes with it, make Taehyung lift his head again, leaning back to stare into Jeongguk’s eyes with a dazzling smile that steals his breath away all over again. The hand on his bicep slides down his arm until it reaches his wrist, gently lowering Jeongguk’s hand until his palm is fully covering one of his ass-cheeks, silently granting him permission— asking him to touch him however way Jeongguk wants to.
“I’m already yours,” Taehyung tells him, and it should be a crime how incredibly beautiful he looks right now, seated on top of Jeongguk’s thighs with the light coming from the window framing him from behind, giving him a holy-like appearance, like an angel. “Always have been yours, Jeongguk.”
They kiss again— for hours, days, months, and years, until their hearts become an extension of each other’s; until Taehyung’s scent is all Jeongguk can smell, his silky, curly hair tangled between Jeongguk’s fingers; until Taehyung’s laughter, weak and breathless every time they part, becomes the only song he’ll ever want to listen to, for the rest of his life.
He didn’t have a plan when inviting Taehyung over, but he didn’t need to— not when the stars in Taehyung’s eyes had already mapped out their fate together.
Something shifts then— Taehyung’s hand slides down Jeongguk’s body, his touch warm as it trails down his chest and stomach until it reaches the hem of his sweatpants. Wordlessly, as he leans away and stares deep into Jeongguk’s brown eyes, his gaze asks for permission, Jeongguk wasting no time before granting it.
With a smile and a short nod, Taehyung kisses him again, the feeling of his addictive lips moving against Jeongguk’s doing little to distract him from the pleasure that runs through his body as Taehyung’s big, warm hand begins to palm Jeongguk’s clothed, soft cock through his sweatpants, his palm rolling up the shaft and his fingers shaping it through the fabric, gently feeling it against his fingertips.
“Fuck, you’re big,” Taehyung comments, his words ending on a whine that causes Jeongguk to twitch under Taehyung’s hand.
He doesn’t reply, just chases Taehyung’s lips again, pulling him by the back of his neck and swiping his tongue against his lower lip before pushing it inside his mouth, Taehyung greedily sucking on it as he slips his hand inside Jeongguk’s pants to feel his cock slowly harden against his skin, pleasantly surprised to find out Jeongguk isn’t wearing any underwear, making it all the more convenient for him as he trails the tip of his thumb up Jeongguk’s cock before circling the shaft with his palm.
Upon contact, they both moan— Jeongguk because of the obvious stimulation coming from Taehyung’s slow and delicious strokes, and Taehyung because Jeongguk’s cock feels even bigger and thicker as it swells up against his palm, and he can’t help but wonder how much bigger it will feel once he gets it inside himself.
Taehyung is growing desperate, Jeongguk can tell— his body quivers as Jeongguk’s hand move to his back, sliding down until he’s gripping either side of his ass with both hands, squeezing and pulling him into rocking his hips back and forth on Jeongguk’s lap, grinding their crotches together as they breathe each other in. Taehyung’s fingers claw at his shirt desperately, like he can’t stand the thought of ever letting go, at the same time as he jerks Jeongguk off with his other hand, feeling his cock pulse against his palm and wanting nothing more than to drop to his knees and get it inside his mouth.
“Take me to your room, Guk, so I can show you—,” Taehyung pleads, his lips moving against Jeongguk’s, the words spoken directly into his mouth as he slips his hand out of Jeongguk’s sweatpants to cling onto the front of his shirt instead. “Show you that just like my heart, my body belongs to you, too.”
Taehyung’s statement ignites something primal within Jeongguk, his body moving on its own accord as he holds Taehyung by the back of his thighs and hoists him up, standing up from the couch and carrying him effortlessly, the unapologetic display of strength making Taehyung groan as he kisses Jeongguk again, hips instinctively rocking against his hold as his legs circle Jeongguk’s hips.
Somehow, they make it to Jeongguk’s room unharmed, Taehyung not giving him a break and constantly clinging onto him needily, like he can’t help himself but chase after Jeongguk’s lips time and time again, making it hard for him to maneuver through the apartment. Jeongguk doesn’t blame him, though, as he himself feels at the edge of a cliff, desperate to have Taehyung moaning and twitching under him after so many months of fleeting touches and kisses, most of which were filled with unspoken, hidden promises, the anticipation crashing into him like powerful waves that leave him laying weakly at the shore.
He gently places Taehyung on the bed, falling on top of him as Taehyung pulls him down by the front of his shirt, their lips never disconnecting. Taehyung’s legs quickly wrap themselves around Jeongguk’s waist again, caging him on top of him with little to no finesse, his movements fueled by want and need.
“Slow down,” Jeongguk tells him softly, leaning back and placing one of his hands on Taehyung’s face, his thumb caressing his jaw lovingly as he stares into Taehyung’s eyes, noticing right away how dilated his pupils are. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Taehyung nods wordlessly, taking a deep breath as a way of recomposing himself. Then, he laughs, cheeks turning a rosy shade as he smiles up at Jeongguk, seemingly embarrassed of his behavior.
“Sorry,” he says, giggling when Jeongguk leans down to rub their noses together, “You just… do things to me.”
Pride settles itself in Jeongguk’s chest, his confidence boosted by Taehyung’s words. He leans down further, placing kisses down the expanse of Taehyung’s neck until he reaches his mostly clothed clavicle, eager to taste him all over.
“Yeah?” he inquires, sitting back on his knees and placing his hands on Taehyung’s spread thighs, massaging them up and down over his slacks. “What things?”
Taehyung’s half-hard cock is pressing tightly against the front of his pants, pushing against the zipper and making it bulge, but Jeongguk pretends like he can’t see it, his eyes focused on Taehyung’s face only, on how meek and obedient he seems, so different from his usual behavior— teasing, daring, bold. It reminds him of when they all talked about sex once a few weeks back, the issue being brought up by none other than Hoseok himself, who decided he should officially announce that yes, ‘their boy’ finally got to bottom for the very first time!
“Vers fist-bump!” Jimin had exclaimed, extending his arm towards Hoseok, who obliged with a hearty laugh.
It became the topic of the moment then, the seven of them sharing their experiences and preferences, not afraid of judgment and not ashamed to not spare the details. Jeongguk would rather not know about Seokjin’s very questionable kinks, but he felt sort of honored that the man trusts him enough to share them nonetheless.
“It’s not something I decide, it just depends on the person I’m with, at least in my case,” Taehyung had explained once they delved a bit more into the nuances of being submissive in bed. “Like, if I were with Jimin, you just know I’d be a brat— how could I not? Imagine thinking I’d take him seriously.”
“Just say you’d want me to punish you and go,” Jimin argued, though his words carried no malice as he had said them with an amused smile, making all of them laugh in response.
“But, say, if I were with Jeonggukie…” Taehyung continued as if he’d never been interrupted, meeting his eyes from across the room and shooting him a strangely charged smile, one that instantly reminded Jeongguk of the infamous Cheshire cat, “…I’d be so good for him.”
Back then, it felt like another one of Taehyung’s teasing words that carry no actual weight, said only to leave him flustered, perhaps even a bit bothered, but now… now he can see that they held some truth to them, after all. It’s something about the way Taehyung just lays back and stares up at Jeongguk, waiting for him to take the lead, so ready to listen to Jeongguk’s words and commands, like when he had instructed him to slow down, instantly doing so despite his hectic, eager behavior earlier.
“You know what things,” Taehyung finally responds, the softness in his voice causing Jeongguk to smile, triumphant at the clear effect he has on Taehyung, proud of himself for reducing him to something so meek and docile with little to no effort.
Slowly, he trails both hands up Taehyung’s thighs, thumbs tracing the inner parts of them in a way that makes Taehyung sigh and quiver under his touch, more sensitive than Jeongguk expected him to be, until he’s holding him by the hips, fingers barely grazing at where his slacks tent with his arousal.
“I do,” he tells Taehyung with a sweet, knowing smile, the corners of his lips curling upwards the more he stares at the pretty angel that is offering himself to him, “but I want you to be good for me and tell me yourself. You can do that, right, baby boy?”
His words, the pet-name in particular, seem to have the effect he was expecting, Taehyung’s lips immediately curling into a smile as he nods, reaching and placing both of his hands on top of Jeongguk’s, his touch warm and familiar.
“Remember when I texted you a while ago and I told you about the issue I was having?” Taehyung asks and, although he is vague in his words, Jeongguk knows exactly what he is talking about— how he complained to Jeongguk about being horny to the point it became an inconvenience. So, he nods, his right palm facing upwards as he begins to hold Taehyung’s hand. “When you told me to make you proud, it only made things worse. I wanted to ask you to come over so bad, so you’d take care of me, but I didn’t. Instead, I kept thinking about it, about you, and I haven’t stopped ever since. You make me so desperate, it’s like I can’t think straight.”
Then, Taehyung did mention he’d take care of his problem while keeping Jeongguk in his thoughts, going as far as sending him a message explicitly stating that he wishes he had gotten off while riding Jeongguk instead of his pillow and attaching a picture, but having him say it once again, and this time in person as he’s laying on Jeongguk’s bed with his lips blooming red as a consequence of how much they’ve kissed, it’s a whole new experience.
“Don’t worry, beautiful, I’m here now,” Jeongguk tells him softly, stroking the back of Taehyung’s hand with his thumb as he leans back down to plant feather-light kisses all over Taehyung’s rosy cheeks and pretty, little round nose. “I’ll take care of you, yeah? Would my pretty angel like that?”
“Please,” Taehyung says, his voice the mixture between a whine and a groan, his big eyes staring up at Jeongguk’s face with anticipation swimming in them. “Want you.”
“You have me,” Jeongguk murmurs, inching down Taehyung’s body, tasting his skin on his lips as his hands start to trail up his middle, pressing against his waist and chest under his sweater, feeling his warmth under his fingertips as Taehyung’s body quivers, sensitive and shivering at Jeongguk’s cold touch, “for as long as you want me.”
Jeongguk’s words are punctuated by the sudden flick to Taehyung’s right nipple, the man’s surprised gasp making Jeongguk chuckle as his teeth scrape the edges of his collarbone. He can feel Taehyung’s hips cant up as he tries to chase some sort of stimulation against his clothed cock, his crotch rutting against Jeongguk’s thigh desperately. It’s frankly such a sight to see— the usually composed Taehyung falling apart under Jeongguk, pleading and begging in such a high tone because of something as simple as a little nipple play. It makes him feel powerful.
“Take it off,” Taehyung says, voice full of breath. “My sweater— take it off, please.”
With a hum, Jeongguk slides further down Taehyung’s body as he pulls his hands from under his sweater, grabbing it by the hem and slowly lifting it off his middle as he plants kisses on Taehyung’s golden tummy, which is now exposed. He both feels and hears the short intake of breath coming from Taehyung the moment he bites down softly on the side of his waist, mind going back to when Taehyung wore a crop-top to one of their hangouts, Jeongguk’s thoughts filled with the need to touch and taste his pretty, soft stomach.
He licks a stripe up his torso and feels Taehyung’s leg kick in reaction, throat rumbling with a pretty whine that has Jeongguk’s cock aching, the sound of it stimulating in its own. He reaches Taehyung’s nipple and attaches his mouth to it, Taehyung’s mewls becoming louder as he pinches it with his teeth. One of his hands slides down to palm Taehyung’s cock through his trousers, finding it hard and twitching, straining against the fabric of his pants and begging to be released.
Jeongguk knows Taehyung has a big cock, has seen it before as an accident, walking into his room after a night of heavy drinking two years ago to find him sprawled naked in bed, passed out and drunk. Jeongguk himself wasn’t with the clearest of minds, not sober by any means, and it was too dark for him to see anything clearly as he uncoordinatedly tried to pull a pair of boxers up Taehyung’s legs, but he knows what he saw. Besides, Taehyung isn’t shy about it either, constantly reminding them of the fact that he is, indeed, hung. Therefore, Jeongguk knows perfectly well how painful it must be for him to be so hard and so needy but so incredibly constricted, cock tightly hidden inside those perfectly fitted pants of his.
Jeongguk is no sadist— he wouldn’t want his pretty boy to suffer, so, as he plays around with Taehyung’s sensitive nipples, rolling the hard buds around his tongue intermittently, his fingers work their way around his pants, pulling down the zipper and undoing the button that holds his drooling cock hostage, lowering both his slacks and underwear until he can wrap his hand around the base of Taehyung’s cock, smiling against his skin as he hears him moan.
He’s hot and heavy in Jeongguk’s hand, wetness staining his lower belly and making it glisten in a way that Jeongguk would love to lick clean. He’s sensitive, too, hips bucking upwards against Jeongguk’s touch as he kisses and licks around his chest, and it’s quite amusing to see that he simply lays there, arms perpendicular to his body and glued to the bed under him, completely still despite receiving no order from Jeongguk to do so; pliant and obedient like he once promised to be.
“Look at you,” Jeongguk says as he lifts his head, thumb tracing the tip of Taehyung’s cock and smearing pre-cum around the glans, watching with satisfaction as Taehyung’s eyelashes flutter prettily and his teeth pull at his bottom lip.
As usual, Taehyung looks absolutely beautiful— his cream-colored, soft sweater bunched up under his armpits, exposing his tanned chest and stomach, which are filled with pretty, purple-pink bruises left by Jeongguk’s eager mouth; his pants opened and pulled under Taehyung’s cock in a way that shows off the defined V-line of his hips, one which Jeongguk can’t help but want to kiss and bite until it’s blooming with countless hickies; his face, cheeks tinted pink and eyes filled with lust, so incredibly gorgeous while laying on Jeongguk’s bed like an offering, one that he would never dare to refuse.
He’s so very hard to resist, so much so that Jeongguk can’t help but kiss him again as he helps him kick off his pants, letting go of his needy cock to hold him by the hips. Then, he pulls Taehyung’s sweater off him, leaning back to admire Taehyung’s flawless body, taking notice of every curve, every perfect little shape— the broadness of his shoulders, the thickness of his biceps, the veins of his forearms, the softness of his stomach, the miles of long, beautiful legs, which lay spread and invitingly on Jeongguk’s bed.
“Not fair,” Taehyung says and, fuck, he sounds good— voice dipping lower than Jeongguk has ever heard it, charged with lust and desire, dipped in honey and thick, melted caramel. “I want to be able to stare at you, too.”
Laughing, Jeongguk nods— that’s fair, he thinks, as he grabs his shirt by the collar and pulls it upwards, ridding himself of it and exposing his torso to Taehyung’s eyes, which grow wide as they glide over his body, taking in the numerous tattoos and his hourglass-shaped body, which is usually hidden by the oversized shirts and hoodies he chooses to wear.
“Fuck,” is the only thing Taehyung says before he’s sitting up and attaching his mouth to the middle of Jeongguk’s stomach, pressing wet kisses along the shapes of his abdomen, one hand gripping his cinched waist as the other slides up Jeongguk’s thigh to palm his hard cock through the sweatpants, obvious in the way it tents against the loose fabric.
It’s Jeongguk’s turn to curse and quiver as Taehyung works his body like a charm, massaging his balls through his pants as he licks and sucks on his nipples, completely aware of just how sensitive they are, as it is common knowledge between all of their friends. It doesn’t help that Jeongguk can see the way Taehyung’s cock twitches every time he moans in response to how good Taehyung is making him feel, the sight of it fueling him with confidence and encouraging him to be as loud as he so wishes.
But before Taehyung can pull Jeongguk’s sweatpants down, hunger clear in his eyes and the uncoordinated way in which his hand moves as he feels him up, Jeongguk stops him by leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to his spit-slicked lips, his own voice coming out a little rough as he suggests, “How about you show me how pretty you look when you ride your pillow, angel?”
Taehyung looks a bit caught off-guard by the question, breath hitching in his throat and his eyes widening for just a fraction of a second, before his parted lips spread into a wicked, dangerous smile that has heat simmering at the bottom of Jeongguk’s stomach.
“I’d love to,” Taehyung says, and just the tone of his voice is enough to make Jeongguk shiver, his own hand reaching up to brush Taehyung’s wild hair off his eyes, tucking a strand of it behind his ear just as he continues, “but only if you follow through with your promise of replacing the said pillow.”
He laughs— Jeongguk can’t help it, not when Taehyung is so transparent with what he wants, no shame whatsoever even as he makes such a dirty request, staring up at him with those sweet, mockingly innocent eyes of his that give him no choice but to hold him by the cheek and kiss him silly again and again and again, always chasing Taehyung’s lips like he’ll never have enough of it, like it’s the only thing he’d ever want to taste.
Taehyung kisses him back, nails digging into Jeongguk’s waist as Jeongguk bites on his bottom lip and sucks on it, reveling in the guttural moan Taehyung lets out and the way his body reacts to it.
“Get on top of me and ride me like you’ve been wanting to, baby,” Jeongguk whispers filthily against his lips, noticing how Taehyung’s eyes threaten to roll back from just that. Then, he leans back and takes the place Taehyung was previously occupying, lying down on the bed on his back and smiling up at his pretty boy when Taehyung straddles his middle, not an ounce of shyness despite the bareness of his body, exposed to Jeongguk’s eyes and begging to be touched.
Taehyung’s cock lays heavy and big against Jeongguk’s abs, his soft legs on either side of Jeongguk’s waist. He reaches out then, placing both hands on Taehyung’s thighs, thumbs tracing the insides of them in the way he knows makes Taehyung shiver and twitch needily.
And just like that, as he stares up at Taehyung, who’s sat like a god on Jeongguk’s stomach, Taehyung begins to move, one of his hands placed beside his cock, his thumb pressing down on it and stroking it every time he thrusts back and forth on top of Jeongguk, who can feel the muscles of his legs work as he does so, flexing against his palm with the effort.
Like this, somehow, Taehyung becomes a little more bashful, the reality of it finally sinking in, like he just now notices how exposed he is to Jeongguk’s eyes and touches, baring himself wholly to him and using Jeongguk’s body as a means to chase his own pleasure as he keeps his eyes trained on Jeongguk’s face.
The sight in itself is erotic enough, with Taehyung looking so innocent and shy as he rocks his hips back and forth, dragging his cock against Jeongguk’s abdomen and smearing pre-cum all over his stomach, his hair falling over his eyes and framing his pretty face as he stares down, wanting to see Jeongguk’s every reaction, wanting to be the center of his attention despite how vulnerable he is presenting himself to be. The way he moves is sinful and Jeongguk has to hold himself back from touching him more, wanting to see Taehyung getting to live one of his fantasies while making up some of his own, brain instantly conjuring images of Taehyung actually riding him, straddling his lap and bouncing on his cock like a desperate, perfect little angel.
“So good, baby,” Jeongguk praises him, smiling up at Taehyung at the sound of his thankful whine, “such a good boy. You look so beautiful like this, rutting against me so prettily. Makes me want to devour you, Taehyungie.”
“Please,” Taehyung says through a needy hum, his free hand reaching backwards to palm at Jeongguk’s cock, stroking it through the sweatpants. “Want you inside of me. Wanna take every single inch of your big cock, sir.”
Sir. That’s new.
Jeongguk can definitely get behind that.
“Gonna have to finger you first, baby boy,” Jeongguk tells him, hands sliding up Taehyung’s thighs to hold him by the hips, tips of his fingers pressing against the curve of his ass, which he has been dying to touch. “Get you nice and wet for me so I can fuck you properly. How many do you think you can take, huh? Three, four?”
Laughing breathlessly, Taehyung leans down as he arches his back prettily on top of Jeongguk, his head hovering just above his as he pushes his ass against Jeongguk’s hands, humming softly when Jeongguk squeezes.
“I know I could take your entire fist if it came to it and love every second of it, sir,” he says, and it’s so fucking filthy, the stars in his eyes, the ones Jeongguk loves to admire and memorize, shining even brighter at such a dirty admission. “Have been practicing my entire life to be able to take a cock like yours. I wish I could show you my dildos— bet I’d make you proud.”
“Fucking hell, Taehyung,” Jeongguk groans, unable to hold himself back from giving Taehyung’s ass a mild little spank, one that rips a sweet, startled sound from Taehyung. “Wanna make me proud?” he asks, to which Taehyung nods, humming lowly as one of Jeongguk’s hands force his hips to move, cock once again dragging against Jeongguk’s stomach, while the other hand moves upwards to Taehyung’s face, three of his fingers pushing between his lips. “Then be a sweetheart and get my fingers wet and ready for me to fuck you with, baby.”
Taehyung’s lips curl into a smile as he licks up Jeongguk’s fingers before sucking them into his mouth, the inside of it warm and wet and perfect. It’s hard for Jeongguk to focus on anything but the way Taehyung’s tongue curls itself around each and every one of Jeongguk’s fingers, his enchanting eyes making Jeongguk feel hot all over, at complete mercy of his heavy gaze. This is just a taste of what Taehyung can actually do, a small little tease of what’s to come in the future, once he has the opportunity to wrap his pretty lips around Jeongguk’s cock instead, and he’ll anticipate it eagerly, as he can tell Taehyung knows how to use his mouth like no one else.
Once he’s done, Jeongguk slips his fingers out of his mouth, so wet there is a string of saliva connecting it to Taehyung’s lips, and uses his hand on Taehyung’s ass to pull him closer until he’s seated on Jeongguk’s chest instead of his stomach. Like this, he instructs Taehyung to guide his cock inside his mouth as he begins spreading his ass-cheeks apart, wanting to reward his little angel for being so good for him.
Wet fingers teasing at his fluttering, awaiting hole, Jeongguk sticks his tongue out just as Taehyung starts to push his cock in, gritting his teeth at the double stimulation and holding Jeongguk’s head gently with his free hand as he sucks the tip of Taehyung’s cock inside his mouth.
“Stop teasing, please,” Taehyung says, whining as the seconds stretch and Jeongguk continues rubbing his fingertips against his rim without pushing in, wanting to feel those thick fingers of his inside of him already.
Jeongguk does not respond, mouth being quite preoccupied, but does as Taehyung wishes, slowly pushing one finger inside as Taehyung’s body curls itself inwards in response, his forehead resting against the wall and over Jeongguk’s head, breathing harshly when Jeongguk pulls him closer with his free hand, consequentially swallowing more and more of his cock as he does so.
Groaning, Taehyung reaches back as far as he can to finally pull Jeongguk’s sweatpants down, wanting to reciprocate in some way as the man below him does his most to spoil him. The hum Jeongguk lets out once Taehyung’s warm palm begins stroking his now exposed cock, which stands tall and proudly behind him, rumbles deliciously against Taehyung’s own, making him feel weak and close to melting on top of Jeongguk. The single finger inside of him is not nearly enough to satisfy him, his body already used to such a minimal stretch and his mind far too clouded for him to want to take it this slow, but he’s not calling the shots right now— Jeongguk is, and he’d rather follow through with whatever he wants, revel in the delicious feeling of being recognized as obedient and good for him, than to make any sort of demands, understanding that he wants to drag this out for as long as they possibly can.
Before Jeongguk can get the three fingers inside Taehyung, though, they needed to take a break to fetch the bottle of lube Jeongguk keeps stored inside his bedside table drawer, the moisture of Taehyung’s saliva not nearly enough to keep him properly lubricated.
As Jeongguk stretches himself over the bed to get it, Taehyung takes the opportunity to completely pull Jeongguk’s sweatpants off his legs, throwing them away like it has personally offended him. In a way, it has— keeping Jeongguk’s gorgeous lower body hidden from his eyes for so long, his poor, deliciously-looking cock constricted even in such a loose pair of bottoms. Now, without the offending item, Taehyung can finally reach out and nuzzle his face against Jeongguk’s cock like he’d been wanting to, dragging his tongue up the shaft and moaning at the taste and thickness of it.
“You only needed to wait for, like, two seconds,” Jeongguk says, but he doesn’t sound mad at all— in fact, as he looks down at Taehyung, who has his head between his legs, Jeongguk’s lips are stretched into an amused smile.
“Can’t help it,” Taehyung pouts prettily against his cock, bottom lip touching the very tip as his right hand pumps it up and down slowly, the movement making Jeongguk swallow tightly around a moan. “I’m not usually such a cock-slut, I swear, but…”
Jeongguk snorts, placing the bottle of lube on the mattress as he reaches out to caress Taehyung’s cheekbone with his thumb. “You want me to believe that while you’re quite literally nuzzling my dick like a kitten?”
“Like I said, I can’t help it,” it’s Taehyung’s response. He presses one last, wet kiss to the tip of Jeongguk’s cock before lifting himself and crawling closer to his body, half straddling Jeongguk’s thigh as he now moves to kiss him chastely on the lips. “You have such a perfect cock, Jeonggukie. I kinda wanna touch it all the time, but I don’t want you to think I’m a freak.”
“We’re… kinda way past that, don’t you think?” Jeongguk laughs, shaking his head at the memories that come rushing in, of all the teasing and all the kisses and all the innuendos that ended up leading towards this very moment. “If you want something from me, you can have it. It’s how this thing between us will work now, if that wasn’t clear before.”
Taehyung smiles, humming softly against Jeongguk’s cheek. “This thing between us… it just reminded me that I never told you what I decided to call you,” he says, to which Jeongguk frowns, not understanding what he means. “After we kissed for the first time. You said I shouldn’t call you Mr. Golden Lips, so I told you I’d come up with something else, and I did.”
“Yeah?” Jeongguk asks with a smile, not knowing what to expect. He circles Taehyung’s naked waist with his arms, keeping him close and glued to his body, like he should always be. “And what did you come up with, hm?”
“Boyfriend,” Taehyung says simply, as if the single mention of the word didn’t make Jeongguk’s heart double in size; as if it’s not a title he’s been dying to own, to hear coming from Taehyung’s pretty lips, the same lips he has kissed over and over again while dreaming of, one day, being able to claim them as his boyfriend’s. He says it like it’s easy, like he’s made peace with it in his mind, has practiced saying it countless times in the mirror, like it’s natural; like it’s always been a word he has related to Jeongguk.
He can’t be blamed for the way he just throws himself onto Taehyung, knocking him back on the bed and kissing him breathless, the emotions within him overflowing and overwhelming. Taehyung laughs against his lips, but those beautiful giggles of his turn into moans as Jeongguk fits himself between his legs, their cocks rubbing against each other as Jeongguk’s hands caress every single inch of his body that he can possibly reach.
“Oh my god,” Taehyung gasps between kisses and groans, “did you just pounce me?”
“You had it coming,” Jeongguk says and, okay, Taehyung did not expect it to sound so incredibly hot, but it does. It really fucking does.
Lowering his head to kiss Taehyung’s neck instead, Jeongguk reaches out and grabs the lube from the bed, quickly opening and squirting some of the lubricant onto his fingers without even having to look. That in itself is enough to make Taehyung hum, admiring how efficient he seems to be in bed when he’s done teasing him endlessly. He also takes notice in the way Jeongguk seems so eager to mark him up, sucking hickies on his neck and leaving bruises all over his body, and Taehyung would be lying if he ever said he did not enjoy it, finding himself getting more and more attracted to Jeongguk’s sexually charged desires the more he sees them come out to play.
“Spread your legs for me,” Jeongguk instructs him, Taehyung wasting no time before following through with his command.
Jeongguk is careful in the way he pushes three fingers inside of him, lifting his head to watch Taehyung’s every reaction. He is so attentive, noticing every frown and every inhale, and it makes Taehyung’s pretty face bloom a just as pretty shade of pink, loving the attention but also becoming shy because of it, not used to being under such an intense, lust-filled stare, even from Jeongguk.
“You’re so beautiful,” he praises Taehyung, sounding soft and sweet, as if he wasn’t thrusting his fingers inside of him in ways that make Taehyung want to scream for everyone to hear. “The most handsome man I have ever seen.”
Taehyung clenches around his fingers, the glint in his eyes exposing just how much he loves being praised and complimented. He’s truly a sight to behold, tan body flushed with want and glowing under the bright rays of sunlight slipping past the curtains of Jeongguk’s bedroom, shining due to the thin layer of sweat that is covering his body and the wet kisses left by Jeongguk’s eager mouth, slowly trailing down Taehyung’s chest and stomach until he reaches the top of his spread thighs.
“Shit, fuck,” Taehyung moans senselessly as Jeongguk begins biting onto his soft flesh, sucking even more bruises on the inside of his thigh as he scissors his fingers and thrusts them deeper than he’s ever reached. “I’m ready, come on— I can’t wait anymore, s-sir.”
Slipping his fingers out of Taehyung’s ass with a sloppy sound and making him whine at the sudden loss, Jeongguk hums as he lifts his head to stare down at him, the pout in his lips making Taehyung shiver. “Oh, but you can,” Jeongguk says, the hand on his thigh caressing his skin, touch trailing up until the pads of his fingers are tickling the base of Taehyung’s desperate cock, making it twitch and jump upon contact. “Are you my good boy or am I mistaken?”
Taehyung’s response is but a meek, shy, “I am,” which splits Jeongguk’s face into a smile. He instructs Taehyung to turn around and get on his hands and knees with the promise to finally hurry up and give him what he wants, which works exactly as he had expected.
Now, sitting back to admire the delicious curve of Taehyung’s back as it arches when he presents his ass towards Jeongguk, keeping it raised with his legs spread open, Jeongguk feels his cock throb painfully at such an erotic sight, unconsciously reaching down to pump it a few times as his free hand moves to rest on Taehyung’s ass-cheek, using his thumb to gently pull it apart and expose his glistening, pretty hole, which clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled up again. He rubs it softly with the tip of his finger, barely just pushing inside and sighing at the way Taehyung mewls in response, eagerly pushing back against his hand. At that, it’s honestly a wonder how he manages to hold himself back from fucking him right here and now as Taehyung shakes his ass to entice him, like he knows the kind of effect seeing it jiggle right in front of his eyes, just for him, might cause.
He gives Taehyung’s ass one last squeeze, groaning at the reddish mark that blooms under his fingertips, before pulling away and reaching for the lube again. As he fumbles with the bottle, his fingers slippery as they’re still coated with lubricant, it seems that Taehyung is not done enticing him, the little minx lowering his upper body until his chest touches the mattress and reaching back with both arms, hands on either side of his ass and spreading his ass-cheeks apart himself, exposing his slightly gaping, glistening pretty hole to Jeongguk’s eyes, like he doesn’t want Jeongguk to focus on anything else but the sight of him, stretched and ready to be taken and torn apart by him.
It’s hard to rip his eyes away from the sight, but Jeongguk succeeds— finding, instead, Taehyung’s face as he keeps his head buried against the mattress and looking back at him, his cheek bulging cutely both from the position and how hard he is smiling.
“Wanna taste?” he dares to ask, the glint in his eyes almost hypnotic. Jeongguk would never be able to say no to him or to such an offer.
Dropping the lube, he dives in, covering Taehyung’s hands with his own and wasting no time before licking a stripe up Taehyung’s crack, starting from the bottom of his hanging balls to the top of his pretty hole, making him moan and quiver under Jeongguk’s ministrations. Then, he leans back just enough to spit directly onto Taehyung’s rim, watching as his saliva drips down before catching it with his tongue and pushing it inside of Taehyung, humming at the heat and the taste of him, loving the way Taehyung pushes back, begging for him to go deeper, for more.
Jeongguk has always loved giving oral, having such a fixation for keeping his mouth busy, either eating snacks when distracted, biting random stuff when anxious, or kissing Taehyung just because— it doesn’t matter as long as he has something to do with his mouth. Therefore, it’s no surprise that he gets such a pleasure from this, having the honor to experience his partners fall apart, melting and burning at the tip of his tongue.
And fall apart Taehyung does, pushing back against Jeongguk’s face as he screams his name for everyone to hear, feeling both too sensitive and too eager for more, a living contradiction that makes him unable to pull away regardless of how overwhelming it feels, cock aching between his legs and dripping pre-cum down on Jeongguk’s bedsheets, making a mess even bigger than they already were. It’s hard for him to keep himself sane as Jeongguk pushes his fingers back inside along with his hefty tongue, the stretch as well as the stimulation bringing him close to madness.
However, as incredible as it feels, it’s not enough.
“Please,” Taehyung begs, voice coming out choked and faint, his throat burning with how much he’d moaned and groaned throughout their less than holy activities, “your cock— inside, please, fuck.”
The chuckle that leaves Jeongguk’s lips as he leans back, fingers still thrusting inside of him, makes Taehyung’s legs shake. It’s like he’s enjoying seeing him like this, needy and desperate for him, at his mercy.
Jeongguk lowers one of his hands, the one which was resting on Taehyung’s ass-cheek, sliding it down the back of his thigh and reaching for his cock instead, which bobs, rock hard, with every intake of breath and every quiver of Taehyung’s body. Stroking it in his palm, Jeongguk traces every vein with the tip of his thumb, the sounds coming out of Taehyung’s mouth like music to his ears.
“My baby wants to cum so bad, doesn’t he?” Jeongguk asks, cooing at how adorable Taehyung looks right now, his face smushed against the bed and his nails leaving indents on his skin as he keeps his ass spread open for Jeongguk like a good boy. “Wants sir to get his cock inside of him and give him what he deserves, isn’t that right?”
Taehyung’s response is nothing but more wails, the man twitching and pushing back against his fingers while simultaneously trying to fuck Jeongguk’s hand faster, stimulating himself on both ends and drooling needily against Jeongguk’s bed, eyes seeming dazed and unfocused as he keeps them on Jeongguk’s face despite laying in such an uncomfortable-looking position, like he would never dare to look away.
“I wonder if my pretty boy could handle cumming once before I get to fuck him,” Jeongguk comments aloud, the sound of his voice grounding Taehyung in a way that forces him to keep his moans down, low enough for him to listen to every single word that comes out of Jeongguk’s mouth, like a reflex of sorts, “and show me how pretty he looks when unraveling under my fingertips.”
“I don’t— I don’t know,” Taehyung cries out, sounding breathless and desperate as his own body betrays his words and chases his orgasm, hips moving faster and faster until his movements grow uncoordinated, completely unashamed to be in such a state under Jeongguk’s intense gaze, which swallows up every reaction and every single twitch of his body. “I might, but, fuck, please.”
“Your wish is my command,” Jeongguk says through a smile, loving to watch Taehyung’s glossy eyes and fluttering eyelashes as he allows pleasure to take over his body, quickening the movement of his wrists as he both jerks him off and fingers him at a brutal pace, leaning back down to put his tongue to better use as well, licking around Taehyung’s stretched rim and down his perineum, hearing him scream and wail as he pulls at the sheets to ground himself, thighs shaking and back arching like his body might burst from how good Jeongguk is making him feel.
It’s inevitable— Taehyung cums with Jeongguk’s name on his tongue and the said man all over him, both inside and around him, leading him to his orgasm like he always knew the way and how to get there. By the time Taehyung opens his eyes again, having closed them with how intense it all felt, he is laying on his back, Jeongguk between his legs and over his body, stroking his cheek with a sweet, almost proud smile, one that makes Taehyung’s heart flutter with joy.
“Angel, you’re so good for me,” Jeongguk says, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to Taehyung’s sweaty forehead despite the mated hair clinging to his skin. “So precious, my perfect little angel. Beautiful.”
It’s hard for him not to whine at such an unprompted string of praises being directed at him, body, despite tired, heating up with many feelings— pride, happiness, love, hornyness. It’s only when Jeongguk shifts in bed, getting more comfortable on top of Taehyung while also conscious of his weight as to not crush him under pure muscle, that Taehyung remembers that they’re not done.
Silently, he lowers one of his hands, allowing the tip of his fingers to trace down Jeongguk’s shoulder, bicep and forearm, moving down his waist and curling his fingers around Jeongguk’s neglected, hard cock, which is poking Taehyung’s thigh unashamedly. Giving him a mild stroke, Taehyung looks up into Jeongguk’s eyes and smiles, feeling and seeing him shudder as he circles his thumb around the tip of his cock teasingly.
“Get your big cock inside of me and make me cum again, sir,” Taehyung says, whispering the words against Jeongguk’s jaw, the movements of his hands unstopping. “I want you to fuck me until I pass out.”
“Shit,” Jeongguk groans, punctuating the word with a breathy chuckle as he stares deep into Taehyung’s eyes. “How can I say no to such a tempting offer?”
“Exactly,” Taehyung smiles, pulling Jeongguk closer with his free hand until their noses touch, “you can’t.”
It’s crazy that, despite not having done this before, things between them are oddly familiar, as if previously choreographed. Jeongguk has his eyes closed and his lips glued to Taehyung’s when he finally pushes into him, swallowing his moans and feeling Taehyung’s chest press up against his as he arches his back in response. He doesn’t need to look to know when to move, understanding the cues hidden in Taehyung’s body, every single twitch meaning a different thing— if he’s uncomfortable, if he’s in pain, if he needs time, if he wants him to hurry the fuck up and start thrusting. Jeongguk knows it all, like the palm of his hand, engraved behind his eyelids like a map, and it shouldn’t be like this but he’s not about to complain.
“You’re so— so fucking big, fuck,” Taehyung gasps as Jeongguk bottoms out, shivering as Jeongguk’s hand slides down his torso, accidentally tickling his waist. “Tearing me up f-from inside out, god fucking damn it.”
Taehyung sounds like he’s struggling, like he’s not sure if he’d rather risk fucking himself against Jeongguk or wait it out, and, despite how breathless he is and how much he’s tensing under him, Jeongguk can’t help but chuckle as he leans back to watch Taehyung’s expression, seeing him with his eyes scrunched shut and his eyebrows furrowed.
“I’m sorry,” Jeongguk says sincerely, planting kisses down Taehyung’s jaw and neck in an attempt to comfort him. He knows it’s not easy— topping in bed always meant long minutes of prepping his partners and, sometimes, just sticking to hand-jobs and blowjobs if they judged it’s not worth it. Despite Taehyung’s claims of being ready for it, ready for a cock the size of Jeongguk’s, he’s still incredibly tight, even with all the time spent fingering and eating him out, not even his orgasm helping him relax.
“Don’t you dare apologize for having the most perfect cock I’ve ever had inside of me, Jeon Jeongguk,” Taehyung says, surprising him, god, and the universe around them.
Come again?
Staring down at Taehyung’s face, he sees the precise moment in which he opens his eyes and it’s—
It’s a lot.
The stars Jeongguk is so used to seeing, they— it’s like they multiplied, shining brightly as they float around his irises, illuminating them and bringing a rather golden, yellowish tone to his gorgeous brown eyes.
Taehyung isn’t struggling because he’s in pain, but because he’s enjoying it far too much.
“You never told me you’re a size queen,” Jeongguk says, risking a shallow thrust that makes Taehyung gasp, his pretty pink lips parting around a moan that he wastes no effort in trying to contain. Jeongguk can see now, clear as day, how much Taehyung has to hold himself back, how much he wants to move his hips and chase the high that the sheer size of Jeongguk gives him.
“You never asked,” is Taehyung’s response, his voice breathless and somewhat needy, eyes transparent for Jeongguk to read into, open like they’ve never been before. “But now that you know, you should do something about it.”
Jeongguk can’t help but laugh, the sound of it unknowingly bringing a smile to Taehyung’s lips— and the sight, admittedly, brings warmth to Jeongguk’s heart.
“I really should, shouldn’t I?” he says through a smile, placing the hand that rested on Taehyung’s waist just above his cock, on his lower belly, pressing against the skin with his thumb and lifting an eyebrow as he stares into Taehyung’s eyes. “Does it make you feel hot, knowing I can feel how full you are just by touching you right here? That I can feel how deep my cock reaches when plugged into you like this?”
Before Taehyung even has a chance to answer, the way he clenches around Jeongguk’s cock is enough of a response for him.
“Please, please— move, please,” and just like that, he cracks, Taehyung melting into a string of pleas and whines, clinging onto Jeongguk’s shoulders and pulling him closer, legs tensing on either side of Jeongguk’s hips and eyes staring up at him, wide and needy, so full of want and lust it’s hard to look anywhere else.
He’s beautiful, even like this— especially like this, all flushed cheeks and grabby hands, body naked and vulnerable for Jeongguk to consume, not an ounce of shame in him or hesitation, his soul completely bare under Jeongguk’s eyes, under his touch and his presence as a whole. It’s hard to believe that this is happening, that this is real, that the months and years he was left yearning led him to this, to Taehyung’s beautiful golden eyes begging for him; to his smile, shaky and desperate, curling around another silent plea that only Jeongguk would be able to hear.
“You’re taking me to madness, Taehyung,” Jeongguk whispers, the low volume of his voice contrasting with how hard Taehyung is breathing, his exhales loud and disrupting the silence in the room.
“Silly,” Taehyung’s smile widens, one of his hands reaching up to cradle Jeongguk’s cheek, “you’re the one leading the way.”
It might be too early to know for sure, the years of friendship perhaps mixing with the romantic feelings that only just recently were accepted and allowed to bloom, but as Jeongguk loses himself to the stars in Taehyung’s eyes again, dipping his head down and melting both of their smiles into a passionate kiss, he thinks that, maybe, just by chance, he might be a little bit in love with the man whose galaxy he’s yet to fully explore, maybe a bit too in love even.
“Are you ready?” Jeongguk asks, leaning back and smiling down at Taehyung, who chuckles cutely in response.
“For you, I always am.”
Despite Taehyung’s eagerness, Jeongguk starts by rolling his hips in a controlled, slow pace. While he himself is dying to fuck Taehyung as fast and hard as he deserves to be fucked after being so incredibly good for him and so patient, he’d never dare to do anything that would risk hurting his baby, even if said baby is currently whining for him to go faster.
(He doesn’t mind, though. It’s always cute seeing Taehyung beg.)
After keeping the same pace for the first couple of minutes, making sure that Taehyung is used to the length and the girth of his cock, only then does Jeongguk begin to thrust in and out of him, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he groans at how good and tight it feels, Taehyung’s ass a perfect fit for him, like he was made to be fucked like this.
The sounds Taehyung makes aren’t any better either— loud, raw, and absolutely debauched, like he couldn’t care less if the neighbors hear him, like he wants them to hear and know just how good it feels to be impaled by Jeongguk’s thick cock and driven to madness, already sensitive after an orgasm but eager for a second one to rock his world.
“We— shit, we should be doing this since day fucking one, Guk,” Taehyung says, nails digging into Jeongguk’s skin as he holds him close, his hair a complete mess caused by the way his body keeps rocking up and down the bed with every thrust from Jeongguk, and he’s still quite a sight to see— beautiful, bright, and to die for. “To think that you’ve been… you’ve been walking around me wearing those goddamn sweatpants for years and I managed not to— n-not to drop down to my knees in front of you and suck you off every time. Ah, fuck— shit, just like that.”
Jeongguk finds out that Taehyung is as talkative in bed as he is on every other occasion, and he loves it. Every little comment, every pleasure-filled sound, and every request, he doesn’t hesitate to voice it, telling Jeongguk what he likes, what he wants, what he so desperately wishes for, all the while managing to banter with him despite how breathless and strained he sounds. Taehyung has a strong personality, that much has always been obvious, and it’s quite comforting to know that it’s a pattern of his in all situations.
“Hyungs were already scandalized enough seeing us kiss a couple of times, let’s not scar them anymore with some exhibitionism,” Jeongguk says, huffing out a breathless laugh as he slows down his thrusts once more, right hand sliding up Taehyung’s thigh and raising goosebumps on the way. “Unless you’re into that, of course.”
“There’s little I’m not into, Jeonggukie,” Taehyung replies with a cheeky smile. “But I’d rather surprise you than expose everything right now. Sounds a lot more fun like that, yeah?”
“Oh, absolutely,” he can’t help but agree, though part of him is eager to get to know this side of Taehyung he never thought he would have an actual chance of seeing. “Get on your hands and knees for me again, gorgeous, come on.”
He pulls out gently and allows Taehyung to turn around and reposition himself, following Jeongguk’s command and spreading his legs apart as he raises his ass, the sight of his gaping hole making Jeongguk’s cock twitch pitifully from where it hangs between his legs, heavy and desperate to get inside of him again. Like this, Jeongguk knows he will be able to time his thrusts better, alternating between pistoling his hips to a brutal pace and rolling them against Taehyung’s ass, reaching deeper and making sure to allow Taehyung to feel every inch of him, both in length and in girth. Besides…
“I’ve seen you stare at my ass many times before,” Taehyung mentions, craning his neck back so he can look at Jeongguk’s face, the most attractive smirk ever pulling at his lips, like sin incarnate. “Do you like it that much?”
The question is emphasized with a light shake of his hips, causing his bubbly ass to jiggle right before Jeongguk’s eyes.
“Definitely, yes,” Jeongguk replies, reaching forward with his right hand and cupping the underside of one of Taehyung’s ass-cheeks, squeezing it between his fingers before giving it a light spank, the sound that resonates upon contact leaving him satisfied. “Doing squats did you good, for sure.”
“You were already staring before I even joined the gym, don’t try to fool me.”
Laughing, Jeongguk shakes his head in embarrassment as he positions himself behind Taehyung, taking ahold of his cock with his left hand as he holds Taehyung steady with his right one. Well, it looks like he was caught, after all.
He can’t really be blamed, though— with or without his new workout regimen, Taehyung’s body has always been something close to perfection and made to be admired. Every curve, every shape, every little, tiny divot or smooth path of skin seems to be molded by the hands of the most skilled sculptor. Da Vinci probably wished he had someone like Taehyung to base all of his paintings, drawings, and sculptures on. He’s just that beautiful.
He lines himself with Taehyung’s fluttering rim, pushing in a little less slowly than he did at first, finding almost no resistance this time. Jeongguk watches, entranced, as Taehyung swallows the length of his cock, hypnotized by the sight of it. In front of him, Taehyung throws his head back with a pleased sigh, arching his back and allowing Jeongguk to admire the way his back muscles flex as he moves, beautifully stretched like a sleepy cat fresh out of a nap.
As Jeongguk rolls his hips forward, bottoming out and hearing Taehyung groan in response, he places his left hand just above his waist, feeling those same muscles move under his palm as he fucks Taehyung deep and slow at first, his right hand squeezing the side of his ass.
“You feel so fucking good,” Jeongguk groans, abdomen clenching with the effort to keep the steady, slow pace, little droplets of sweat dripping from the tip of his hair. “So fucking hot.”
“Why’re you holding back on me, huh,” Taehyung breathes out, holding himself up with both arms, biceps and forearms straining to keep his weight up. “Give it to me, sir. Want you to fucking break me in half with your big cock.”
“Shit. I should’ve expected you to have such a dirty little mouth, baby,” Jeongguk chuckles breathlessly, kneading Taehyung’s ass like a stress-ball before delivering a particularly deep thrust that leaves Taehyung whining desperately against his pillow, arms having given up with the force of it. “You must be so impatient. Bet you can’t hold yourself back after cumming once, needy to cum again, yeah? Don’t worry, my pretty angel,” Jeongguk murmurs, leaning over Taehyung’s body to press kisses down his shoulder, “Sir will take care of you.”
“God, when you speak like that— fuck!” Taehyung interrupts himself, moaning obscenely as Jeongguk finally speeds up the pace after leaning back up, slamming his hips against the back of Taehyung’s thighs, the sound echoing lewdly in the room, almost as loud as the sounds Taehyung is making, fists closed around the sheets like even daring to let go would cause his ruin. He’s shaking under Jeongguk, body twitching and hips attempting to push back against him, so pretty and so needy, so perfect.
Every cell in Jeongguk’s body is focused on making him feel good, his eyes attentive to his reactions as his hands go up and around his body, finding new ways to stimulate him. He learns that the back of Taehyung’s thighs are particularly sensitive to the touch and he abuses this new knowledge to the max, caressing his skin as well as delivering light spanks from time to time, alternating between that and leaning forward to play with his nipples, to which Taehyung always mewls beautifully from under him.
Taehyung sounds like heaven and feels even better, clenching around Jeongguk’s cock and quivering every time it brushes past his prostate, crying softly against the bed as he reaches back urgently, looking for Jeongguk’s hand to hold. It’s honestly heartwarming, even in such a situation, to see that, despite cursing like a sailor and behaving like a little cock-slut, Taehyung still craves some innocent form of affection. So, Jeongguk doesn’t even think twice before lacing their fingers together, joint hands resting on Taehyung’s lower back, and he feels Taehyung’s fingers squeeze his every time he feels overwhelmed and sensitive, which helps a lot in knowing what to do, what feels right.
Jeongguk is no virgin, despite not sleeping around much and having his sexual experiences mostly reserved for past boyfriends and girlfriends, people he trusted and felt a real connection to, and, sometimes, the random one-night stand after a party or a tinder date gone casual, but, even then, something about this— getting to hold Taehyung close and learn what makes him moan and what makes him cry from pleasure, getting to feel his heat and see him at his most vulnerable… it’s different. It feels different in ways he can’t quite put into words, almost like revisiting a place you sometimes dream of that you’ve never been to in real life or letting go of all the pressure of the daily life as a college student and taking a hike at a secluded area, reaching the top of the trail and watching, tired but refreshed at the same time, as the sun begins to set in the horizon, cold wind blowing past your body and making you shiver, but in a good way; perfect, even.
It might be just the Taehyung effect, how nothing about him is ever ordinary, but Jeongguk thinks it goes a little deeper than that, maybe even being the result of them finally happening, something that he wonders if it was once written in the stars, perhaps even the ones in Taehyung’s eyes.
“I’m close,” Taehyung informs him, voice so deep with need it’s barely recognizable, instantly pulling him from his thoughts and bringing him back to the present, eyes focusing once again on Taehyung’s figure as he fucks himself against Jeongguk’s cock in time with his thrusts, which haven’t slowed down a single bit despite his more than just enamored reverie. “You’re fucking me so good, Jeonggukie, god. Gonna make me cum so fucking hard.”
“I wanna kiss you,” Jeongguk says— pleads, squeezing Taehyung’s hand in his, wanting to feel his lover’s lips against his once again, missing the way he’d gasp against Jeongguk’s mouth at every moan, every whine. “Straighten your back and lean back against me, let me— I’ll jerk you off, just please kiss me.”
Taehyung must hear the obvious desperation in his voice, for he lets go of Jeongguk’s hand and pushes his upper body off the bed, Jeongguk’s arm circling his middle to keep him steady as he shortens his thrusts into deep body-rolls, his free hand reaching for Taehyung’s chin and turning his head back.
“What’s gotten you so needy so suddenly?” Taehyung asks through a breathless laugh, his perfectly straight teeth and crooked, amused smile making butterflies come alive in Jeongguk’s stomach.
“Just want to kiss my boyfriend as I make him cum,” Jeongguk explains, lowering his hand to circle Taehyung’s cock, stroking it slowly at first, feeling how hard and heavy it is against his palm as he leans forward, finally closing the gap between their mouths, pulling Taehyung’s bottom lip between his teeth and soothing the bite with his tongue, reveling in the sweet little mewls Taehyung lets out in response to both that and the constant stimulation on his cock and ass.
Jeongguk’s hand on Taehyung’s middle reaches for one of Taehyung’s hands, bringing it down his body until they both rest on his lower stomach, pressing Taehyung’s palm against his own skin, hearing him groan against his lips and whine prettily as he realizes Jeongguk’s intention.
“Can you feel it, baby?” Jeongguk asks as Taehyung struggles to kiss him, his own voice rough and scratchy, rumbling like a growl. “Feel how deep I’m fucking you right now? Got you all filled up with my big cock, just like you always wanted… so how about you show me how grateful you are and cum for me, my good boy?”
As he leans back to watch Taehyung, he can see tears streaming down his baby’s face, his cheeks red and eyes unfocused but still just as bright. Taehyung’s bottom lip trembles as he tries to speak, his whole body shaking as he gets closer and closer, and Jeongguk would never dare to look away from such a beautiful sight.
“You can’t— c-can’t just say that, g-god,” Taehyung whines, squeezing his eyes shut and causing even more tears to drip down his cheeks, and he’s so beautiful, so good for Jeongguk, so perfect for him, he doesn’t even think twice before kissing him again, tasting the salt of his tears on his tongue as he sucks Taehyung’s bottom lip between his, unbothered by how out of it Taehyung seems to be, drooling and moaning desperately against him.
The position is rather uncomfortable and awkward, but neither of them seem to care, Taehyung’s neck straining and Jeongguk’s thighs burning from the effort to keep his hips moving despite having nowhere to hold onto apart from Taehyung’s unstable body that depends solely on him to keep itself straight. Regardless of any of that, Jeongguk can feel himself getting closer and closer to his orgasm, the complex, paradoxical burning of his muscles adding to the pleasure of being all over Taehyung, fucking him and jerking him off as he kisses him into incoherency, drool dripping down Taehyung’s chin as he moans, open-mouthed, and reaches back to hold Jeongguk’s bicep rather shakingly, having barely any time to announce that he’s cumming before his whole body goes still, ass clenching impossibly tight around Jeongguk and his pretty, twitching cock spurting out cum, staining Jeongguk’s fingers and beginning to froth around them as he keeps going, encouraged by the needy whines and pleas coming from Taehyung’s mouth as his body thrashes against Jeongguk’s hold, his baby so incredibly sensitive and overstimulated, and yet begging for more.
At some point, Taehyung pushes back against Jeongguk until he’s fully seated on his lap instead of just leaning against his front, breaking the kiss to look at him through hooded eyes as a tired smile pulls at his lips, his long eyelashes casting beautiful shadows on his cheekbones, giving him an even more ethereal appearance, glowing beautifully as the sun sets outside the windows of Jeongguk’s room.
“Let me ride you,” Taehyung says, voice velvety and smooth, “for real, this time.”
Golden soft legs on either side of Jeongguk’s hips, Taehyung leans forward, placing his hands on Jeongguk’s thigh and knee for leverage, as he raises his ass and drops back down, both of them groaning as Jeongguk’s cock slips right back in, filling him up again like it was something it was always meant to do.
Taehyung starts slow, the new position making him a lot more sensitive, especially now that he’s somewhat in control and fresh out of a second orgasm, limbs feeling like jelly and mind a little fuzzy. The bigger part of him wants to impress Jeongguk and show him how good he is at making him cum too, how much he’d thought about this and fantasized when no one was looking, hidden in the safety of his room with nothing but his fertile mind to entertain him.
With his arms braced behind him and supporting his upper body upright, Jeongguk watches as Taehyung rides him with eagerness despite the lethargy consuming him, his beautifully rounded ass bouncing on top of him, cheeks a little red from the previous, random spankings Jeongguk couldn’t help but deliver and reminding him of juicy peaches he wishes he could taste all day long. To help him with his movements, he reaches forward with one hand, placing it on Taehyung’s waist and guiding him, only to hum questioningly when Taehyung grabs his hand and pulls it back down.
“I can do it,” Taehyung says, punctuating his words with a groan. “I want to be the one to make you cum. Just— s-sit back and— and enjoy it.”
Jeongguk hisses as Taehyung fucks himself on his cock a bit more forcefully then, the sounds of their bodies connecting loud and wet. It’s hot around them, so much so that Jeongguk begins to regret not turning on the fan or the air-con, but the sight of Taehyung’s back glistening with sweat as if coated with oil, glowing bright and gold in front of him all the way down to the curve of his ass, makes it absolutely worth it.
“Fuck— I’m not gonna last, angel,” Jeongguk warns him, biting on his lower lip as he watches Taehyung move on top of him, beautiful and needy and perfect. It’s hard not to imagine him in the privacy of his room, either riding one of his dildos or the same pillow that started all of this, wishing for a real cock to sate his needs, for lips like Jeongguk’s to suck bruises on his back as he moves, which is what he does— needy himself to taste him on his tongue, sitting up straight and attaching his lips to Taehyung’s shoulder, kissing and biting and sucking and moaning against his skin, feeling him shudder and stutter on top of him.
“Wanna— shit, wanna cum on my face?” Taehyung asks, and the suggestion is enough to make Jeongguk’s cock twitch inside of him, legs tensing with the effort to keep his hips still and let Taehyung do his thing.
“Next time, peach,” Jeongguk promises, licking up the side of his neck, breathing heavily at the loud, startled moan Taehyung lets out in result. “Gonna cum on your pretty ass.”
His words cause Taehyung to chuckle, voice thick and heavy with need. “Yeah?” he moans, nails digging into Jeongguk’s legs as he begins to rotate his hips on his lap, greedy hole clenching around Jeongguk’s cock, making it impossibly tight. “Wanna brand this ass, sir? Cover it with your cum, make it all yours?”
“Shit, Taehyung—,” Jeongguk whines, eyes squeezed shut and body begging for him to fuck into Taehyung’s tight heat, to push him down against the bed and pound into him from behind. “Get on all fours, now.”
Happy to oblige, Taehyung ignores his own tired body as he lifts himself off Jeongguk’s cock, assuming the new position and presenting his gorgeous behind to Jeongguk, who sits up on his knees and groans as he closes a fist around his cock, jerking it off rather uncoordinatedly, chasing his orgasm and fucking his hand hard and fast, Taehyung’s words still clouding his mind, making him feel all sorts of hot inside and out.
“Give it to me, sir,” Taehyung encourages him, tone dripping honey and making him shiver, low and raspy, tickling his ears. “Cum for your boyfriend.”
Jeongguk doesn’t know why he chokes upon hearing those words, why his body seems to react so intensely to them, thighs and hands shaking as he grits his teeth, cock twitching in his hand and aching for release, so close, so fucking close he can taste it, the sight of Taehyung’s beautiful, golden ass all ready for him, waiting for him, driving him absolutely insane.
It’s with a broken moan that Jeongguk finally cums, hips stuttering as he angles his cock towards Taehyung, painting his lower back and ass white with his release as Taehyung moans in response, some of it dripping down his crack, slowly making its way down to his pretty hole, causing Jeongguk to curse and whine at the thought of someday filling his baby boy with more than just his cock.
Fueled by those thoughts, he lets go of his twitching cock to hold Taehyung by the hips, sticking his tongue out and licking his cum off Taehyung’s skin, swiping up his ass and feeling his angel shiver in response, startled by the sudden stimulation to his sensitive behind, gasping softly as Jeongguk continues until there’s no trace of it left. Then, just as Taehyung thought he was done, Jeongguk pulls him closer and turns him around until they’re facing each other, one of his hands rising to hold him by the jaw as his eyes meet Taehyung’s and they share a messy kiss, Jeongguk’s tongue immediately pushing past Taehyung’s lips, feeling him shake in his hold and moan, so pretty, as he kisses him back just as enthusiastically, tasting Jeongguk’s cum and accepting it as it is fed to him.
When he leans back, Jeongguk watches through hooded eyes as Taehyung smirks at him before swallowing, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out, no remnants of Jeongguk’s cum left in his mouth. Not only that, but Taehyung also reaches for Jeongguk’s right hand, the same one he used to jerk Taehyung off and himself, fingers still sticky with a mixture of their releases, and licks it clean, just like he had done to his own fingers a few weeks back, only they were stained with brownie batter and not their cum.
“Holy shit, Taehyung,” Jeongguk breathes out, forcing himself to look away before he risks getting hard again, body and soul far too tired after such an emotionally and physically draining activity to think of going again.
Pulling off from where he was sucking on the tip of Jeongguk’s index finger, Taehyung smiles. “So, you’re into some kinky shit yourself, huh,” he says, looking oh so pretty and innocent with the way his long eyelashes frame his gaze, as if he hadn’t just done exactly what he did, giving Jeongguk more than enough jerk-off material for the next two and a half decades. “Who would’ve thought.”
“What, did you think you were the only one?” Jeongguk chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to Taehyung’s cheek, such a cute contrast to what they just did, before getting off the bed to get something to clean Taehyung with— properly, this time, as the man remains on the bed, avoiding sitting down as to not dirty Jeongguk’s bedsheets.
As Jeongguk returns with a soft, damp towel, hands properly washed when he was in the bathroom, Taehyung smiles thankfully at him as he wipes him clean, looking so comfortable it reminds Jeongguk of a kitten— and, frankly, he’s sure Taehyung would be purring if he could.
“Say, you got a boyfriend kink or something, don’t you?” Taehyung asks, making Jeongguk splutter embarrassedly, hand freezing between Taehyung’s spread legs, the man now laying down on the bed on his back, head buried on the pillow. Before he can even ask, Taehyung explains, “First time I called you boyfriend, you went all feral on me, and then when I said it again you legit came, like, within seconds.”
“I was already close—”
“Nuh-huh,” Taehyung interrupts him, smiling cheekily down at him. “Baby, you can’t lie to me, come on.”
Baby. Fuck, how can Jeongguk ever say no to him when he says it like that?
“It just felt good hearing you say it,” Jeongguk shrugs, feeling his cheeks heat up in embarrassment as he turns around to throw the towel in the hamper, almost missing it by a couple of centimeters, before laying down next to Taehyung, who wastes no time before cuddling close to him, hugging him by the waist. “Makes me feel all fuzzy, I don’t know.”
“Mhm, yeah? That’s cute, boyfriend,” Taehyung teases him, laughing when he sighs and blushes a darker shade of pink. “My Jeonggukie, my boyfriend—”
“Please stop,” Jeongguk whines, sounding pitiful and causing Taehyung to laugh harder.
“Who knew my boyfriend would be so shy—”
This time, Jeongguk takes matters into his own hands and shuts Taehyung up himself, pulling him by the nape and sealing his lips with a kiss, feeling as Taehyung smiles against him, like that was his plan all along, like the bratty little shit he is sometimes.
Giggling as they part, Taehyung presses a soft peck on Jeongguk’s lips before stating, “You taste like cock.”
“As if you don’t like that,” Jeongguk fires back, causing Taehyung to gasp in mock-offense, mouth parting and eyes widening at Jeongguk and, god, he is so beautiful, so absolutely stunning— “We should probably shower and brush our teeth.”
“Not right now,” Taehyung huffs cutely, tightening his hold around Jeongguk’s waist. “I’m very needy during and after sex, you have to cuddle me and fall asleep next to me. Don’t you dare leave this bed; we’ll shower later, please.”
As it’s been previously established many times before, Jeongguk would never even think of saying no to Taehyung, so that’s precisely what he does, getting comfortable on the bed and laying on his side, facing Taehyung so he can watch his satisfied expression, eyes a bit soft with a hint of tiredness that Jeongguk is sure can be also found in his own.
And then? Well, they talk, because they love to hear each other’s voices, would never run out of things to say despite being best friends for so long, Taehyung always having something to recount or a story he never told Jeongguk, laughing softly as the room turns dark and the sun finally sets, neither of them caring to turn on the light. And despite the darkness, Jeongguk can still see Taehyung clearly from where he is, like he’s shining a light of his own, never to be swallowed by the shadows.
“I never told you about how much I love your eyes,” Jeongguk murmurs quietly, sleepily, as always hypnotized by Taehyung’s soft gaze as they lay in bed, body both light and heavy at the same time, comforted by Taehyung’s presence, his warmth. “Never told you about the stars in them.”
“Stars?” Taehyung repeats, smiling tiredly against the pillow, playing with Jeongguk’s fingers rather mindlessly as he listens to the sound of his voice, his own sounding soft, like a whisper.
“Yeah, there are— there’s a whole constellation,” he explains, voice small and quiet, reserved to the two of them. “It’s beautiful. You’ve never noticed them?”
After a pause, Taehyung shakes his head. “I think only you can see them, Guk.”
“I guess,” Jeongguk agrees, yawning right after. “I told Jimin about them once and he called me whipped.”
“Well, he’s not wrong,” Taehyung giggles softly, bringing Jeongguk’s hands up and pressing kisses on each finger, lips soft and warm, making his skin tingle in adoration. “It might be because they only show up when I look at you, though. Probably because I love you so much.”
Jeongguk, who was so close to dozing off, being lured to sleep by Taehyung’s sweet touches and his calming, deep voice, snaps awake right away, eyes widening as he stares at him with his mouth gaping and his heart feeling heavier, pounding against his chest, absolutely terrified he might have heard him wrong, part of his brain refusing to accept it as the rest keeps replaying his words over and over again like a broken record, one Jeongguk would keep stored in a safe for the rest of his life, never to be lost.
“You… you what?”
“I love you,” Taehyung repeats easily, grinning through his words. “Isn’t that obvious?”
Maybe if Jeongguk were a little bit less sleepy and comfortable, a little less emotional after experiencing such an incredible afternoon next to Taehyung, getting to confess his feelings, kiss him all day long, hold him close, and hear him moan, so whiny and so prettily, just for him, then maybe he’d be able to smile just as wide as Taehyung and say it back, perhaps even attempt to be smooth and channel his inner Don Jeon once again, ready to sweep him off his feet, but… but that’s not him right now, not with the way his eyes water and he sobs, hugging Taehyung’s naked body close, burying his face in the crook of his neck and holding him tight, promising himself to never let go.
And Taehyung? He laughs, cheerful, endeared, and absolutely in love with his emotional boyfriend, massaging Jeongguk’s scalp with his long fingers and pressing kisses on his forehead and hair, whispering how much he means to him, how much he’s dreamt of this moment, which only makes Jeongguk cry harder.
“Baby, why are you crying?” Taehyung asks softly and Jeongguk can hear the smile in his voice, the fondness.
“You’re such an asshole,” Jeongguk whines, lifting his head to stare at Taehyung with puffy eyes, his boyfriend laughing at his words, knowing he’s not serious. “How can you say that so suddenly and not expect me to break down like this? You know I cry when we watch romance movies, you know how I am.”
“In my defense,” Taehyung starts by saying, the hands on Jeongguk’s hair lowering to his jaw and neck, thumb softly caressing his wet cheeks, “I really thought you knew it already. I’ve loved you for such a long time, Gukkie. I think I was born loving you; born to love you.”
“You— you’re just saying shit to make me cry now,” Jeongguk groans, leaning into Taehyung’s touch despite his words, closing his hand around Taehyung’s wrist and holding it steady as he presses a soft kiss in his palm, the little giggle Taehyung lets out pulling a smile from to lips. “I love you too, you know? I kept trying to convince myself it was just a crush because I was scared, but… but, yeah. I really do love you, Taehyung.”
“I know, baby,” Taehyung grins at him, leaning closer until their foreheads are touching, noses rubbing against each other. “But it feels amazing to hear you say it.”
“But you didn’t cry,” is Jeongguk’s response, voice sounding whiny in a way that fills Taehyung’s chest with warmth, with love. “God, I’m so embarrassing. Shit, don’t you dare tell Jimin about this—”
“Honey,” Taehyung interrupts him softly, smiling as he leans back, “that ain’t happening. You know, ‘bros before hoes’ and all, but I’ll make sure he promises to not tell hyungs, though. I’m a good boyfriend like that.”
He really, really doesn’t want to act like such a simp for Taehyung, but just hearing him say that word again is enough to melt his resolve, a wide smile spreading on his lips as he stares into Taehyung’s beautiful eyes again, not even bothered about the whole crying ordeal anymore, just feeling himself fall for him the more the minutes stretch and the more time he spends next to him.
It feels surreal.
“Tae… don’t make fun of me right now, but…” Jeongguk begins by saying, just these words already making Taehyung’s lips curl amusedly. “We’re… we’re really boyfriends, right? You’re my boyfriend… right?”
“We’re boyfriends, Gukkie,” Taehyung replies through a giggle, one that only grows louder as Jeongguk kisses the tip of his nose. “We’re gonna go on dates, and finally get those couple’s discounts, and celebrate Valentine’s Day together, and tell our families, and wear cute matching shit, and be teased by hyungs and Jimin, and— and we’re gonna be boyfriends for a long time,” he says, voice softening with every word, his left hand meeting Jeongguk’s, Taehyung curling his pinky around Jeongguk’s and pressing a kiss to the pad of his thumb. “I promise. Now, before you start crying again,” Taehyung says, laughing when Jeongguk grimaces, lips pulling into a pout that Taehyung is quick to kiss off, “can we please take a good, long nap before you cook me dinner?”
The fact that Jeongguk does exactly just that, turning his back to Taehyung and allowing his boyfriend to hug him close, naked chest and naked everything glued to his behind, leaving no space between their bodies whatsoever, should come as no surprise to anyone after the journey the two of them went through, Jeongguk far too in love and far too pliant under Taehyung’s spell to ever deny him of anything.
Taehyung has an arm around Jeongguk’s middle and a leg pulled over his hip, hugging him so tight it reminds him of an octopus, and he loves it. Loves Taehyung’s warmth, his scent, the weight of his limbs on top of him, and the ticklish way in which he breathes so close to Jeongguk’s nape.
The suggestions and promises made once at the dead of night, smoke and laughter surrounding them and keeping them grounded, suddenly come back to him, Taehyung’s voice, deep and smooth, asking him,
“So, you’d be willing to be my little spoon for life, Jeonggukie? Just like that?”
Yes, just like that. Because, regardless of the fact that he’s currently in his apartment and laying in his own bed, being with Taehyung like this, between his arms and surrounded by his presence, lips tingling with the memory of his kisses and body still sensitive to his touches…
Being like this, having this, is when he feels the most at home.