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The first time Jungkook set his eyes on Taehyung, he knew he wanted him.
It was the start of a new semester, and Jungkook had picked out one of his favorite outfits—a black leather skirt, platform combat boots, and a white, cropped top with a hole around the neckline covered with a matching leather jacket. He always felt his best when clad in his armor of spikes and leather. People loved to stare at the boy dressed in all black and women’s skirts. He didn’t mind, though; in fact, the attention was flattering. Even when they were looks of judgment about his “way of life”, it still meant they were forced to acknowledge him. Jeon Jungkook was anything but invisible.
Given his look, he wasn’t surprised to see a boy he didn’t recognize with eyes boring holes into the hemline of his skirt. He was tall and muscular, lean in all the right places, with a basketball jersey draped over his tan torso. It made Jungkook chuckle quietly to himself as the athlete seemingly ignored everything his friend was saying, too focused on him to properly listen.
Ironically, he doesn’t think the boy has noticed Jungkook is looking back yet, only deepening his amusement. It’s cute, making him seem like a lost puppy who salivates over a treat just out of reach. Jungkook nudges his best friend, Jimin, calling his attention away from the funny video he was watching on his phone. “Hey, you know that guy over there? Black hair, basketball shorts, wearing a number seven jersey?”
Jimin squints before humming in acknowledgement. “Yeah, that’s Kim Taehyung. He’s a senior, I think. I’m surprised you haven’t seen him before. Apparently, he’s quite popular with girls on campus, so don’t get your hopes up too high, babe.”
With a sly smile, Jungkook lets his eyes rake over Taehyung’s strong form. He loves a good challenge. In order to get the man’s attention, he plays with the hem of his skirt. It works perfectly, Taehyung’s eyes darting up to Jungkook’s face. His face pales, surprise at being caught written all over his face. Jungkook grins, staring the man down with his dark eyes. He feels like a predator in a standoff with his prey.
The moment is broken when Jungkook sends Taehyung a wink, quickly looking away. There’s a slight flush on his cheeks that Jungkook finds pretty. He chuckles, “I like this one.”
Jimin snorts, rolling his eyes. “Of course you do.”
Before long, Taehyung’s friend is bidding him goodbye, leaving Jungkook an opening. He takes his chance, making long strides toward the man whose eyes are back on him, but much more guiltily this time. Jungkook crosses his arms over his chest, cocking his brow. “Is there a reason you were staring at me?”
The basketball player’s eyes dart away before settling back on the leather skirt. His cheeks only redden further at being confronted for his wandering gaze. Taehyung scoffs, looking at something behind Jungkook’s head as if all his attention isn’t on him. “Hah, that’s funny. No, I just-. I zone out sometimes, and you happened to be in the location my eyes were looking at.”
It’s endearing, really. The way he tries to deny the obvious, the little bit of defensive embarrassment in his tone as he scrambles for a reason. If he always reacts like this, Jungkook might have a new hobby. “Mhm. I’m Jungkook, by the way. It’s nice to formally meet you.” He holds out his hand, drawing Taehyung’s attention to his black chipped nails.
Still recovering from his shame, Taehyung clears his throat before grabbing his hand in a firm handshake. “Taehyung.” He replies curtly.
Jungkook leans in just enough to whisper in the man’s ear, “And don’t worry. You’re not the first straight boy to stare.”
Taehyung recoils, immediately stumbling over his words in an attempt to save face. “That’s not-!” He starts, but Jungkook is already walking away in the opposite direction, chipped nails wiggling with a wave of his fingers.
“See you later, basketball boy.”
- - -
By some stroke of fate, Jungkook is given Taehyung on a silver platter.
It turns out that they’re both taking the same elective this semester—a sociology class. Jungkook is an anthropology major, and apparently Taehyung is in psych. He’s not sure though. Either way, he’s just glad the universe has granted him such good fortune.
Jungkook decides not to torture the boy right away, keeping their interactions polite and friendly. Taehyung was clearly still flustered from their initial meeting, only making quick eye contact with Jungkook. Although that doesn’t stop the man from staring when he thinks Jungkook isn’t looking.
Still, he doesn’t want to scare Taehyung away by coming on too strong too quickly. He likes to play with his food a bit before going in for the kill, so he’s got to play his cards right. In the first few weeks, Jungkook mostly leaves him alone, smiling at him, giving him a small wave, or making small talk. Taehyung seemed surprised by it initially, seemingly believing Jungkook would ignore him after their meeting. But eventually, the athlete eases into it, granting Jungkook pleasantries and even asking him things back.
When they talk, Taehyung’s eyes stay firmly rooted on Jungkook’s face. It’s as if he’s willing himself not to let them stray too far at the sometimes revealing clothing Jungkook adorns. The history student can’t help but feel smug about it, especially because he can always feel those eyes wander to him during class. It’s honestly cute, the big, strong basketball boy getting all flustered by a goth boy in a mini skirt.
It isn’t until a few weeks into the semester that Jungkook decides to test the waters a little bit. After their professor assigns them a task to do with a partner, Jungkook jumps at the opportunity. He plops down into the seat next to Taehyung. “Hey, basketball boy, you wanna be my partner?”
The boy’s eyes go wide before schooling his expression. He leans back, feigning nonchalance. “Uh, yeah, that’s chill.”
And so their budding relationship begins. By their third week, the pair have become surprisingly comfortable. One might even consider them friends. They fall into a rhythm with Taehyung doing his best not to stare while Jungkook does his best to make him stare.
The basketball player tries to act unaffected by him, playing it cool whenever Jungkook is around. He even starts to casually mention girls he’s going out with, as if relaying that information will justify the way his eyes linger too long. Now that they’re spending more time together, Jungkook even catches the boy looking while they’re in the middle of talking. As if like a magnet, his gaze eventually falls to different parts of him—his exposed skin, the hem of his skirt, his glossy lips.
It only serves to make Jungkook more eager to fuck with him, make him a little more flustered, stare a little longer, or stumble over his words. He likes to wear his more revealing outfits on class days, showing off a shoulder or his toned stomach. He’s chaste but intentional with his touch, letting a leg brush against Taehyung’s or their shoulders as they walk together. He revels in the way Taehyung zeroes in on his lips whenever Jungkook bites the tip of his pen or licks over them to show off his tongue piercing.
Despite the flirtation, though, they do actually grow comfortable. Jungkook realizes Taehyung is surprisingly playful and funny. Whenever he teases the man or pushes his buttons, Taehyung is ready with a quip or joke. It’s easy to fall into the light banter, and Jungkook finds he rather enjoys their chats. Taehyung even shares things about himself, like he’s here on a full scholarship for basketball, but plans to open his own psychology practice eventually. They like the same video games, and even bond over their shared guilty pleasure of watching reality shows. It’s a pleasant surprise how down-to-earth the athlete is—but it only makes Jungkook want the boy even more.
During one of their usual study sessions at the library, Jungkook is going over the new textbook chapter when he notices Taehyung’s eyes start to wander again. He smirks, closing his book before resting an elbow on the table to prop up his chin. That seems to snap Taehyung out of his trance as Jungkook sighs. “You know, it’s so cute how you can’t help staring at me. You must see something you really like, huh, basketball boy?”
Taehyung snorts, rolling his eyes in exaggerated annoyance despite the color in his cheeks. “Shut up, JK, I’m just distracted. You know I space out.”
Jungkook’s grin is smug, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “Mhm, sure.”
With an offended scoff, Taehyung closes his own book, arms crossed over his chest. “Need I remind you, I’m straight. Why would I be staring at you in any sort of context that is not strictly platonic?” The furrow of his brow makes him look like an annoyed puppy, and Jungkook has to do his best not to coo.
Twirling his pen between his fingers, Jungkook grins wider as he leans in just a little closer. “I don’t know, Taehyung, why would you be?”
Taehyung rolls his eyes again, but doesn’t create any distance between them, even as his blush creeps down to his neck. “You really love fucking with me, don’t you?”
Jungkook’s giggles ring loud in the quiet library as he boops Taehyung’s cheek with the back of his pen. “That I do.” He proudly admits before opening his textbook again.
- - -
It isn’t long before people start to notice a shift. Even though they don’t really “hang out”, they get coffee together after class or study in the library despite their project being done. It happens often enough that Jimin asks Jungkook about it. And not only that, Taehyung’s behavior shifts too. He starts bringing him a protein bar before class because Jungkook forgets to eat in the morning. He offers to give the boy a ride home when it rains. He even put Jungkook’s hair up for him when it was too hot one day.
The behavior eventually draws the attention of Taehyung’s friends, too. Jungkook approaches him as his friend starts to mess with him. He laughs to himself as Taehyung shoves his friend, cheeks red as he tells him to fuck off. As soon as he’s within speaking distance, though, the friend bids Taehyung goodbye.
Jungkook takes the opportunity to pry. “So what was that about?”
Taehyung snorts, his posture a little awkward as he recovers from his embarrassment. “Nothing, nothing. The guys just know we’ve been doing work together and stuff, and I don’t know, they know you’re-,” the athlete rambles, but cuts himself off before he can finish. Throughout the weeks they’ve been getting closer, Taehyung has yet to actually fully acknowledge that Jungkook is gay.
Feigning offense, Jungkook raises a brow, crossing his arms over his chest. In reality, Jungkook doesn’t mind; Taehyung gets flustered enough as it is without him talking about his sexuality. Still, he loves to make the boy squirm, so he plays it up as he responds, “I’m… what? A cock sucker?”
Immediately, Taehyung chokes on his own spit, coughing in surprise. “What?! No, that’s not what I was gonna say! I just-, that’s not-,” he stutters out, cheeks more red than he’s ever seen them.
Jungkook can’t help but burst into a bout of laughter. He smiles wide, rubbing Taehyung’s back soothingly as he tries to compose himself from the cough. “Chill, Tae. I’m just fucking with you. It’s okay. Yes, I’m gay. Now what about that has your friends so interested?”
The glare Taehyung throws at Jungkook is well worth it. The athlete groans, blush still peppering his cheeks. “Not funny, dickhead.” Despite himself, the man smiles, continuing a little quieter. “I don’t know. They just started messing with me and have been calling you my boyfriend and shit.”
It’s a revelation that makes Jungkook grin like a Cheshire cat. “Oh, are they now? Kim Taehyung, I didn’t know you felt that way about me.”
Taehyung lightly shoves Jungkook’s shoulder—much lighter than he’s clearly capable of—as he retorts, “Shut the fuck up, oh my god. I’m tired of all of you. I need to get new friends.”
Fondness overcomes Jungkook as he laughs. He leans into Taehyung, hugging him. “Sorry, you’re just adorable when you’re flustered. I can’t help it.”
Taehyung huffs, looking away as his blush spreads down his neck. Jungkook’s smile grows as the boy mumbles, “Fucking annoying.”
- - -
Another shift in their relationship manifests when Taehyung asks Jungkook to come to his game.
He does his best to come off casual, but his fiddling fingers give him away. Jungkook smiles, cocking his head to the side as he looks at the man flirtatiously. “My my, isn’t this a surprise. Are you inviting me to watch you play?”
“Yeah, whatever, it’s chill. I just figured you’d maybe want to come since it’s the last qualifier.” Taehyung explains, hands hidden in his pockets. “There’s gonna be a party after if you’re down for that too.”
Jungkook can’t keep the smugness out of his tone as he teases, “Oh? Mr. Basketball Boy is not only asking me to watch him play, but also to go to a party with him? Is this your way of asking me to go as your date?”
The expression on Taehyung’s face is comical as he yells, “No!” But he reels it in quickly, clearing his throat as he speaks in a normal volume. “No, obviously. I just think it’d be cool to celebrate the win together. But you don’t have to come if you’re busy. You’re probably gonna be doing a tarot reading or drinking blood out of a skull or something.”
His attempt to tease back is enough to make Jungkook chuckle. “I can postpone the blood drinking to Monday,” he jokes. “I’d love to come. Just don’t get distracted watching me cheer for you from the sidelines.”
Taehyung huffs a chuckle, denying it immediately, “Yeah, right.” Jungkook isn’t convinced.
- - -
The night of the game, Jungkook takes a spot in the bleachers to watch Taehyung play. He brought Jimin along since they’ll both be going to the party tonight. Instantly, Jungkook realizes this is definitely not his scene. It’s loud in the gym, cheers already echoing around the room. The lights are also horrendously bright. But Jungkook decides it’s worth it if it means he gets to watch Taehyung sweat as he runs across the court.
It’s surprisingly fun for Jungkook. Despite knowing next to nothing about the sport, he spends most of the game cheering for Taehyung as he runs back and forth, passing the ball to his teammates. It’s especially enjoyable whenever the athlete looks over at him. Jungkook flashes him his best smile, and unlike his usual flustered state, confidence drives his actions as he smirks back at him. And Jungkook has to admit, it’s incredibly attractive watching him in his element.
Just as Taehyung predicted, they end up winning the game. The team gathers, jumping on each other and shouting in celebration. Jungkook comes down from the bleachers, waiting for Taehyung to finish with his team.
As soon as Taehyung turns to him, Jungkook slow-claps for the man. “Bravo, basketball boy, bravo.” His smile is proud as Taehyung bows.
“Thank you, thank you.” He straightens back up, the smug grin plastered on his face suiting him well. “Were you incredibly attracted to me as you watched me absolutely fucking obliterate the competition?” He jests overconfidently.
Without missing a beat, Jungkook retorts, “Fuck yeah, couldn’t take my eyes off that fat ass bouncing across the court.”
The reaction is immediate, Taehyung going red as he stumbles over his words, as Jungkook cackles. Before he can properly respond, Taehyung’s teammate comes up, grabbing the player around the shoulder in a side hug. “Nice work out there, captain.” He comments before his eyes land on Jungkook. “Well, well, I see your boyfriend came to cheer you on. Careful, Tae, there was a room full of buff, sweaty guys that might try to steal him away.”
His friend wiggles his eyebrows before being shoved hard—much harder than he’s ever shoved Jungkook. “You’re a miscreant. Leave Jungkook, and for that matter, me alone.”
Jungkook laughs, never one to stray away from a good retort. “Don’t tempt me. I do love watching buff, sweaty guys chase after each other.”
Taehyung and his friend pause in their fighting before his friend laughs. “Oh-ho-ho, see, I like you.”
Having had enough, Taehyung shoves him again, pushing him toward the locker room. “Fuck off.” With one last laugh, his friend finally leaves, waving goodbye to them both. “I’m sorry about him. He just loves to fuck with me.”
“He and I have that in common, don’t worry.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes before stepping a little closer to Jungkook. “Still coming to the party?”
The history major finds himself staring at his sweaty chest before composing himself. Jungkook shrugs with a smile. “I can’t miss our date, can I?”
Taehyung shoves him (softly) and chuckles. “Shut up, not a date.”
Waving him off, Jungkook jokes, “Sure sure. Now go take a shower, you smell like a wet dog.”
The basketball player’s expression turns devious, “Do I? Sure you don’t want a hug first?” It’s spoken like a threat as Taehyung holds his arms out in a gesture to hug him.
Jungkook gags, trying to push Taehyung’s sweaty body away, but still ends up getting trapped in a hug. “I take it back. I’m not coming.”
His arms just squeeze more around his body as he whines. “Awwwh, I thought we had a date!”
Pretending to wretch, Jungkook finally manages to push the man off. “You’re disgusting,” he laments despite his own laughter.
Taehyung joins him, chuckling as he starts to walk backward toward the locker room. “Hey, you’re the one who said I was hot.”
Not granting him a response, Jungkook simply rolls his eyes with a wide smile. As soon as the athlete is out of sight, he turns around, finding Jimin standing there with a quirk in his brow. “Yeah, he totally wants to fuck you.”
Jungkook’s smile turns to a smirk as he winks. “Oh, I know.”
- - -
In the few hours before the party, Jungkook decides he’s a man on a mission. He showers, blow-dries his hair, and puts on his sexiest outfit. As he swipes a fine layer of gloss over his lips, he is sure he’s going to get what he wants.
By the time he and Jimin arrive at the party, it’s already in full swing. It doesn’t take long for him to find Taehyung. He’s across the living room, a solo cup in hand as he chats with some friends. His eyes land on Jungkook, and he stills. Jungkook can’t help the wicked smile that forms on his lips as he watches Taehyung swallow dryly.
The man walks across the room, unoccupied hand shoved into his pocket as he greets them. “Hey.” It’s said a little breathy, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. Jungkook’s ego inflates.
“Hey, yourself. You’re looking much less sweaty and-,” he leans in, sniffing near Taehyung’s neck, “and smelling much better.”
With a stilted laugh, Taehyung scratches his nape. “And you look-.” He doesn’t finish his sentence, just letting his gaze roam over Jungkook’s body.
Jungkook smiles, hoping his sultry eyes convey what he’s yet to speak. “Thanks.”
Jimin steps out from behind Jungkook, pulling on his arm as he interrupts, “All right, if you’re done eye fucking my best friend, we’re gonna go find the dance floor.”
The comment makes Taehyung choke on his drink while Jungkook laughs, “That’s not-!” But he’s not able to finish, once again cut off as Jungkook leaves him to ruminate in his embarrassment alone.
After they find the dance floor, the two friends let the music move them. The songs are bass-heavy, and Jungkook closes his eyes, feeling it buzz under his skin. The music drives his dance, lost in the rhythm as his hands roam over his own body.
When he opens them again, he catches a familiar face out of the corner of his eye. Taehyung stands nearby, looking unabashedly at Jungkook despite being in a conversation with someone else. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of having that man’s eyes on him. Jungkook grins, lip caught between his teeth as he continues to dance. He keeps his eyes on Taehyung, too engrossed in the way he’s staring.
Jungkook feeds off of it, playing it up a little more. He runs his hands over himself with light fingers, lifting up his skirt as his palm glides over his thigh. Tension slowly builds in the space between them. For the first time, when Taehyung’s eyes meet his, he doesn’t look away. Even as Jungkook continues to touch himself and move his body, it stays. Something hot tingles under his skin as he revels in the attention.
When he feels Jimin brush up against him, Jungkook takes the opportunity to put on a show. They dance together, bodies moving as one as he grinds back against his friend. His gaze never leaves Taehyung as he bends his knees, letting his strong legs spread wide before lifting himself back up. The move is bold enough to have Taehyung’s eyes widen. The person talking to him completely leaves when he realizes the athlete isn’t listening at all.
Jungkook smirks, a hand roaming over his chest and lightly over his nipple piercing. He hopes Taehyung can see it through the black mesh of his shirt. It must be with the way the man’s grip around his solo cup starts to crinkle the plastic. When Jungkook lifts the side of his skirt just enough to get a peek at his underwear, something in Taehyung breaks.
In seconds, he’s striding across the dance floor toward him. As soon as he reaches Jungkook, he grabs his wrist, pulling him toward the stairs. Jungkook pouts, brows furrowed in confusion as he complains, “Hey, what’s your issue? I was dancing!” He whines, but relents as he’s pulled up to the second floor.
Taehyung doesn’t answer, just continues to drag him until they get to a bedroom at the end of the hall. He pulls Jungkook into the room before closing the door. When he turns around, his eyes are darker than Jungkook has ever seen them. His voice is low as he finally speaks, “What do you think you’re doing, Jungkook?”
It sends a shiver up his spine, but he maintains an attitude, arms crossing over his chest. He huffs petulantly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
A low chuckle escapes past Taehyung’s lips as a sardonic smile forms on his face. “Right, that little show you put on wasn’t for me then?”
Jungkook smirks mischievously, taking a small step toward the man and cocking his head to the side. “And what makes you think that, basketball boy?”
The laugh Taehyung lets out is humorless as he responds, “Please. You can’t help yourself. You’re always fucking with me, like I’m some kind of toy for you to play with.” His brows scrunch together as he takes his own step forward. “Always wearing these short skirts around me. Touching on me. Flirting with me. It’s all fun and games, but need I remind you again, what you think you’re doing, I’m straight.”
The distance between them has drastically decreased to only a few inches. Jungkook pouts in mock pity, reaching out to run a hand down Taehyung’s bicep. However, it quickly turns to a self-satisfied smirk. “It’s cute you still think that.”
Taehyung doesn’t pull away from his touch, but he still scoffs as he questions, “What are you even saying?”
Jungkook leans in a little more, voice hushed as he looks at Taehyung’s lips. The action causes the other to mirror him. “Straight boys don’t blush when I call them pet names,” he starts, hand moving to the man’s chest and slowly pushing him backward. “Straight boys don’t look at my body the way you do.”
Throat bobbing around a dry swallow, Taehyung lets Jungkook continue pushing him back until his back is pressed against the door. The boy crowds him against it as he continues, “Straight boys don’t get a hard-on from watching me lift my skirt on the dance floor.” Jungkook grins, leaning in to whisper against Taehyung’s ear, voice dropping lower, “And straight boys, most certainly, do not want to fuck me.”
He leans back enough to look at Taehyung’s face. He can feel the boy’s heart racing under his fingertips, but his eyes are wanting as they stare back at him. For a moment, it’s silent in the dark room, the only sound their breathing. Jungkook starts to move back, giving Taehyung the space to make his own decision. No matter how much he wants him, he needs to be sure.
He doesn’t get far, Taehyung reaching out to grab his arm. He pulls him back in, a hand pulling at his waist as he crashes their lips together. Jungkook yelps in surprise but quickly melts into the kiss. The grip on his waist is firm, the other moving to the side of his face. It gently cups his cheek as it guides his movement. Jungkook sighs against Taehyung’s mouth, letting him control the kiss. A wet, hot tongue breaches past his lips, exploring with urgency.
Jungkook moans gutturally as he feels the wet muscle lave over his own. He claws at Taehyung’s shirt, pressing their bodies together enough to feel every inch he can. The kiss is even better than he imagined, Taehyung leading the charge in a way Jungkook didn’t expect. Long gone is the flustered boy with rosy cheeks who stumbled over his words.
Taehyung finally pulls back, panting heavily as he rests his forehead against Jungkook’s. His fingers squeeze at the boy’s waist as he chuckles breathlessly. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook whispers.
The hand on his waist moves to his back, running softly over his spine and making him shiver. Taehyung smiles, “Yeah. Ever since I first saw you, I’ve wanted to touch you.”
“Though you were straight,” Jungkook goads, letting his own hands wander over the planes of muscle on Taehyung’s body.
Taehyung huffs a quiet chuckle, pulling him even closer against his body. “I guess you’re the exception.”
Jungkook smiles, sealing their lips together once again. The kiss is feverish, eager mouths and even more eager hands. Taehyung touches all over him as he walks him backward toward the bed. When Jungkook feels his legs against the edge of the bed, he takes the opportunity to flip their positions, pushing Taehyung down on the bed.
The basketball player lets out a surprised gasp, and Jungkook smirks down at him. He gets up onto the bed, crawling up the man’s body until he’s hovering over him. Taehyung looks up at him, eyes dark and wanting. He brushes aside strands of Jungkook’s long hair as they make eye contact. “I’m sorry I haven’t had the courage to tell you how beautiful you are.” Jungkook’s stomach swoops with the compliment. A moment passes of silence between them before Jungkook leans down to kiss him.
A desperation unfamiliar to him overtakes his actions. He licks into Taehyung’s mouth eagerly, moaning into it as the man grabs onto his ass. Jungkook grinds down, letting their hard cocks brush with each roll of his hips. Taehyung’s large hands leave goosebumps in their wake, arousal simmering low in Jungkook’s stomach when the man rakes them over his exposed thigh. They travel under his skirt, tracing over the line of his panties.
Jungkook rolls down harder before separating from Taehyung’s lips. “Need you to fuck me good, basketball boy.”
Taehyung chuckles, grabbing onto Jungkook’s bare ass from under the skirt. His grip makes the flesh dimple, drawing a quiet whimper from the other. “I promise.”
With one last kiss, Jungkook sits up, pulling his mesh top over his head and throwing it to the side. It’s relatively dark in the room, but the moonlight shines through the window just enough to bathe their bodies in it. Taehyung shudders under him, watching Jungkook’s nipple piercing glint in the light. “Fuck,” he whispers, reverent.
Honestly, Jungkook could probably cum just from having Taehyung’s eyes on him if he tried hard enough. But he’s far too eager for that, grabbing one of Taehyung’s hands and placing it over his chest. Taehyung gets the hint, leaning up to get a better grip on the flesh. He rubs his palm over the piercing there. Jungkook’s other nipple is pulled into Taehyung’s mouth. A wanton moan escapes him as the bud is licked. Taehyung swirls his tongue around it before gently biting it between his teeth. His eyes stay on Jungkook’s face, watching as the man whines in pleasure.
“Fuck, that’s so good, Taehyung.” Jungkook keens, pushing the man more against his chest with a tight grip in his hair. Taehyung’s eyes flutter at a particularly hard pull, his clothed cock twitching against Jungkook’s ass. “Take this off,” the man demands, pushing him back to get his shirt over his head.
When Taehyung is properly exposed, Jungkook bites his lip. He runs his hands along the athlete’s firm stomach up to his chest. He flicks over a nipple, and Taehyung groans. “Do that again.”
Jungkook smirks, pushing him back down against the bed as he lines his face up with the hard bud. Jungkook’s eyes are sultry, staring at Taehyung’s flushed face. “You like it, baby?” He doesn’t give him a chance to answer, sticking his tongue out to flick his nipple. His tongue piercing rubs against it, causing Taehyung to moan. “You ever had your nipples played with?”
The man shakes his head, but Jungkook doesn’t give him a chance to relax, palming over his hard cock as he assaults his nipples. It makes Taehyung’s buck, pleasure clearly overwhelming. “Fuck, you look so amazing like this, Jungkook.”
Jungkook smirks, giving Taehyung a short reprieve as he leans back to unbutton his skirt. He watches intently for the other’s reaction as the small bit of fabric is removed. As soon as it’s off, Taehyung groans, hips bucking involuntarily. Jungkook’s pink tip pokes through the top of the black panties, barely concealing him. He smirks at the look of desire that overtakes Taehyung’s expression. The reaction is exactly what he hoped for, his own arousal sitting at the pit of his gut, seeing the kind of effect he has on Taehyung.
The next few minutes are a blur, a flurry of clothes and shoes being hastily removed and tossed aside until both of them are completely naked. Jungkook perches himself on Taehyung’s naked lap. “Gonna open myself up for you, baby,” Jungkook states, grabbing a bottle of lube from the nightstand and pouring it over his fingers.
Taehyung is enraptured as Jungkook’s hand disappears behind himself. As soon as the first digit circles his rim, Jungkook sighs. He relaxes his body, maintaining eye contact as he sinks the first finger in to the knuckle. Taehyung watches with rapt attention, hands running over Jungkook’s thighs. He watches with intent, honed in on any reaction on the other’s face as he opens himself up.
Jungkook loves it, how much he affects Taehyung. It’s enough to make him impatient, quickly inserting a second finger down to the knuckle. He moans, clenching around them. Taehyung gazes at him as he gently grazes the tips of his fingers over Jungkook’s flushed cockhead. “Such a pretty cock.”
With a gasp, Jungkook bucks into the touch and back onto his fingers. He stretches himself hastily, wanting something else filling him as soon as possible. He makes quick work of it before pulling the digits out. “Need you to fuck me now, baby.”
Taehyung nods, covering his cock in lube before holding it up by the base. Jungkook is breathless as he gets up onto his knees, spreading his cheeks. When he feels the tip graze over his hole, he exhales, opening up to take in the head. Just that is enough for him to whimper, the stretch almost overwhelming. Taehyung’s fingers claw into his hips, sweat beading over his forehead at the strain of not fucking upward.
It’s a slow process, taking the rest of Taehyung’s cock. Jungkook can feel every inch filling him up. Once he bottoms out, the pair moans in unison. There’s a delicious fullness he can feel from his toes to his fingertips. Jungkook can see the restraint behind Taehyung’s heavy breaths and tight grip. “You wanna fuck me so bad, don’t you, Taehyung?”
The athlete groans with an eager nod. “So fucking bad,” he whispers, “Fuck, you feel amazing, pretty.”
Jungkook bites back his smug smile, the praise washing over him in waves. He finally lifts himself up, using his hands as leverage on Taehyung’s thighs. He drives himself back down with a harsh thrust. A lascivious moan is ripped from his throat, echoed by Taehyung as their bodies connect.
Without further prompting, Jungkook starts to bounce on Taehyung’s cock with all of the strength he can muster. It’s overwhelming, body alight with the sensation of Taehyung fucking him so deep. The man’s eyes never leave his face, even as Jungkook changes position, hands on his firm chest. Taehyung grabs one of his ass cheeks, encouraging his movements.
“Fuck me, Taehyung,” Jungkook demands breathlessly. Taehyung eagerly complies, planting his feet on the bed as he fucks up into Jungkook’s tight heat. The other keens, eyes fluttering shut as the man’s large cock hits all the right spots. “Oh fuck, yes, right there, baby.”
“Right there?” Taehyung confirms through labored pants. He jackhammers into Jungkook with vigor, trying to fuck him as hard as he can. Jungkook’s moans reverberate throughout the room, hips trying to meet each fervent thrust.
Jungkook leans down, capturing Taehyung’s lips in a heated kiss. It’s more teeth and tongue than anything, mouths permanently open from the wanton moaning. Jungkook feels Taehyung everywhere, body on fire as his cock brushes over his prostate with each snap of his hips.
It isn’t long before Jungkook feels that familiar sensation coiling deep in his gut. “Fuck, baby, I’m close.” It’s enough of an admission to have Taehyung fucking into Jungkook harder, helping him to chase that high.
In mere moments, the tension snaps, Jungkook’s body locking up as he cums over Taehyung’s stomach. It makes him clench hard around the cock nestled deep inside him. Taehyung is close behind, cumming with a guttural groan. Jungkook pants harshly, letting himself collapse against Taehyung’s chest.
For a few minutes, they lay like that, coming down from the intensity of their highs. Eventually, Taehyung’s hands wrap around Jungkook’s body, drawing circles over the man’s back. “So…” Taehyung starts hesitantly.
Jungkook lifts his head from Taehyung’s chest, eyebrow cocked curiously. “So?”
“So I don’t think I’m straight anymore,” he admits with a lopsided smile.
For a moment, Jungkook just stares at the man under him, until he can’t help but laugh. Taehyung joins him, the flush on his cheeks from sex somehow growing redder.
When their chuckles die down, Jungkook gives Taehyung a cheeky smile. “Only one of us thought that, baby. You haven’t taken your eyes off me in six months. I’m glad you’re catching up.” He teases, patting Taehyung’s cheek playfully.
Taehyung grins, grabbing Jungkook’s wrist. He stares into the man’s eyes as he pulls it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against the pulse. “As long as I get to keep staring,” Taehyung whispers, dark eyes gazing at him. Jungkook’s breath hitches before breaking out into a smile. He leans down, pressing their lips together in a languid kiss.