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Jin thought he'd gotten used to just about every type of craziness that his dongsaengdeul threw his way during their ten-plus years together. They'd dragged him into some uncomfortable situations before, but nothing quite like this.
Never did Jin think he'd be standing in the middle of a gay club in Paris, after having attended Paris Fashion Week with Taehyung thanks to Celine.
But it definitely wasn't thanks to Celine that Jin was getting eye-fucked from every direction and subjected to a mix of loud moans and squelching sounds after managing to escape into the club's bathroom to avoid a guy trying to force a drink into his hand. No, this was entirely because of Taehyung and his complete inability to just relax in their hotel room after a taxing day of fashion shows and press interviews.
"Putain, juste comme ça! Juste là!" Jin winced at the moaned words coming from the stall beside his. The whole thing was making him feel like a pervert, despite the fact that he hadn't willingly chosen to listen in, he just happened to be there.
He sighed and collected himself, praying that the guy he’d run from earlier had given up on his quest. Pushing out of the stall and eventually out of the bathroom entirely, Jin was hit with the booming music all over again, swallowed up by the thick crowd in no time.
His eyes scanned the area, frantically looking for his dongsaeng, who wasn't where Jin had left him not even five minutes ago.
His gaze flicked up to one of the metallic stripper poles briefly, only to double back when he recognized one of the dancing men as none other than Taehyung himself.
The younger man was wrapped around the pole, his head thrown back with the biggest smile Jin had ever seen on his face. He was spinning alongside a stranger who mimicked his movements, albeit a little less sloppily than Taehyung was managing.
Jin started pushing through the crowd as politely as he could, recoiling a couple of times when he felt unfamiliar hands brush against his waist and chest.
"Taehyung-ah!"
His first three attempts were completely futile. Only when he raised his voice enough to send a sting sparking in his throat on the fourth try did he finally catch the other's attention. He and Taehyung locked eyes. The younger’s face lit up in recognition before he was stepping–or more like stumbling off the platform and straight into Jin's chest. "There you are! I thought I'd lost you!"
"I was just in the bathroom," Jin countered, glancing down at the hand settling on his chest.
Taehyung hummed, patting the firm muscle before wrapping his other arm around his hyung's waist and pulling them deeper into the dancing crowd. "Let's dance!"
"What?" Jin squeaked, his body tensing as he realized how close Taehyung had pulled him–close enough for Jin to smell the alcohol on his breath and see the sweat prickling at his temples.
"Dancing, hyung," Taehyung said, turning around to grab Jin's hands, settling them firmly on his own waist and flushing his ass against Jin's front. "You surely know what that is, right? And not the choreographed type." As if to emphasize his point, Taehyung swayed his hips along with the music and let his head rest back against Jin's shoulder.
Taehyung was drunk. There was no doubting it. Jin knew how the younger got when he had a few drinks in him–loud and reckless, but Jin himself had never been in the direct path of that recklessness until now, and it was making his brain short-circuit.
Maybe he should've accepted that drink from the guy earlier after all, because he surely needed it now.
His fingers curled into Taehyung's waist almost subconsciously, his body naturally responding while his mind raced.
Only when he felt one of Taehyung's hands come up to slide into his hair did he snap back to reality.
He looked over the younger's shoulder, focusing on the way Taehyung's body fluidly ground back into him. The scent of at least a dozen different perfumes clung to his white t-shirt.
"How many people have you danced with tonight? You reek," Jin commented, his voice closer to Taehyung's ear than he'd intended, his tone a little more judgmental than he would've liked.
He heard Taehyung giggle against his ear before spinning around in his hold to face him. His arms came up to loop around Jin's neck, eyes squinting as if he were actually counting. "Uhhh, probably like seven... or ten. Something like that," he concluded, nodding almost proudly with a grin.
Before Jin could release the scoff he was working up, Taehyung spoke up again. "But," his gaze traced over Jin's face, skimming over his lips, "I haven't done this with any of them."
And then he leaned in and kissed his hyung.
Jin froze immediately, his lips not even parting to reciprocate. If he thought his brain had been short-circuiting before, it was most definitely fried now.
Taehyung's lips were soft, dangerously so, but Jin couldn't find it in himself to savor them until the younger threaded his fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, tilting his head to coax his lips open.
It worked, much to Jin’s dismay–or delight, he wasn't entirely sure. But when he felt Taehyung's tongue trace his lips and slip past them, he began to lean into the contact. His eyes fluttered closed and he tentatively kissed back, his tongue peeking out almost shyly.
The longer they kissed, the more comfortable he became. His shoulders relaxed and his hands traced lines from Taehyung's waist down to his spine and hips, firmly squeezing the soft skin there.
They were in Paris, in some dingy gay club, so no one would notice them, right? They definitely weren't the only two making out; if anything, they were blending right in. At least, that's what Jin told himself as he tangled his tongue with his dongsaeng's.
When they finally pulled apart to catch their breath, Jin's eyes were wide and his cock was already half-hard in his pants, a fact that he tried to brush off, praying Taehyung wouldn't notice.
"What was that for?" he questioned breathlessly, his fingers tracing up and down the other's spine absentmindedly.
Taehyung drunkenly giggled, continuing to do so until he lulled forward and rested his forehead against Jin's chest.
"Wait..." the older began. "Are you laughing at me?"
Taehyung's giggles only intensified at that, but he managed to straighten and meet his hyung's eyes again. "Maybe... well, yes." Jin’s face began pulling into an offended frown, making Taehyung rush to add, "But only because you look so adorable all flustered like this, hyung!" His hands untangled from Jin's hair and came to rest on Jin's supple, red-tinted cheeks.
"Flustered?!" Jin echoed, his eyebrows drawing together despite knowing he was most definitely flustered, in more ways than one.
Taehyung leaned in closer then, one of his hands dropping down to cup the front of Jin's jeans. "And turned on," he added smugly right by his ear, his lips brushing against Jin's sensitive lobe.
"Taehyung-ah..." Jin sighed out, his jaw clenching as a shiver ran down his spine. His cock jumped in his pants at the sudden attention and Taehyung just hummed, trailing hot kisses down Jin's neck.
"We shouldn't... we can't be doing this," he muttered weakly, his resolve crumbling with every passing second.
"Yeah? Why not?" Taehyung murmured against his skin.
Jin's brain scrambled for an excuse, coming up with a million of them, but none that would actually make the younger stop. "You're drunk."
"Drunk off of you, hyung!" Taehyung shot back as he finally detached himself from the other's neck. Jin winced slightly at the tacky pickup line.
"That's not–can you just be serious for one second, Taehyung-ah!" Jin gritted out. He tried to move his hips away from Taehyung's hold, but the younger’s fingers were already teasingly stroking his hardening erection through the fabric.
Taehyung's face dropped into a dramatically serious expression. "I am serious. So serious, look," he mocked, drawing his eyebrows together exaggeratedly.
Jin sighed, completely overwhelmed by everything, from the club's booming music and stuffy environment to the weight of his dongsaeng pressed against him.
The younger just giggled at his hyung's exasperation and began tugging him away from the crowd, lacing their fingers together. "C'mon."
Wordlessly following him, Jin couldn't help but swallow thickly as his eyes traced up and down Taehyung's figure, particularly snagging on the way his dress pants perfectly filled out his ass. God, he must've gotten drunk by association, because he had never looked at his dongsaeng in this light before.
When he looked up again, Taehyung was pushing the door to the restroom open. This time, there weren't any vulgar sex sounds echoing in the stuffy room, though something told Jin that would be changing soon enough.
Taehyung pulled him into the exact same stall Jin had been in before, slamming and locking the door behind them before crashing their lips together again. This time it was with much more intent, allowing Jin to kiss him back properly without the initial panic.
"Taehyung... are you sure?" Jin muttered between kisses, panting with building adrenaline but still needing to make sure.
Taehyung pulled back and swept Jin's hair away from his forehead with a soft smile. "What happens in Paris stays in Paris, right?"
"Uh, I don't think that's how the saying goes..." Jin retorted with a grimace, but Taehyung just laughed and pulled him right back in.
Both of their hands were everywhere all at once. When Taehyung popped the button on Jin's pants, Jin mirrored his actions, dipping his hand down until it was skimming the hard ridge of Taehyung's cock.
Both groaned aloud as they wrapped around each other, their foreheads bumping as their thumbs brushed over each other's tips to gather the accumulated pre-cum as makeshift lube.
Jin's mouth fell agape at the sparks of pleasure lapping at his gut from the way Taehyung's skilled hand moved. It felt almost like he'd done this before, which Jin couldn't say for himself. Nonetheless, he tried, and going off the way the younger was biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut, he gathered he was doing well enough.
He dipped his head and mouthed at Taehyung's neck, who gladly gave him better access, letting out a moan that was muffled against Jin's hair.
"Shit... hyung," Taehyung panted, trying to get Jin's attention, who just distractedly hummed in response. "Seokjinie," the younger doubled down, pulling away just enough to snap Jin out of his lust-induced daze.
Jin had no choice but to blink into focus and meet Taehyung's eyes.
"I want you to fuck me."
The wind got knocked out of Jin all over again, leaving him wide-eyed and paralyzed. "What?"
His face must've lost some color, prompting Taehyung to think he'd taken it too far. "Unless... you don't want to?" he asked, offering an out.
"No! No, no... it's just that, uh," Jin swallowed, retracting his hand from Taehyung's pants. "We don't have any lube or condoms, so..."
Taehyung relaxed, realizing he could easily solve his hyung's concern. He slipped his own hand out of Jin's jeans and held up a finger while unlocking the stall door with the other. "One second." Then he was gone, slipping out of the cubicle and leaving a painfully hard Jin leaning heavily against the wall.
Just as Jin began doubting himself and what they were doing all over again, Taehyung returned with a smirk, proudly presenting a condom and a travel-size bottle of lube. "Where'd you–?"
"There are little dispensers right outside the bathroom. You didn't see?" Taehyung answered, biting at the plastic wrapping of the lube bottle to open it.
"No... I think I was too busy staring at you," Jin admitted shyly, scratching at the back of his neck.
The compliment only widened Taehyung's smile into a full grin. "That's so sweet." He leaned forward and pecked Jin's lips for good measure before focusing on unbuttoning his own pants.
Jin watched, completely mesmerized, as Taehyung let the linen fabric cascade down his legs and onto the floor along with his boxers, his deft fingers untying the jacket around his waist until he could discard it onto the closed toilet seat.
Once his hands were free, he popped open the cap of the lube bottle and squeezed a generous amount onto two of his fingers. "Kiss me," he breathed out, and Jin complied immediately, taking the younger's face between both hands and connecting their lips again.
The kiss was sloppier and more desperate this time around, messy tongues licking into each other's mouths and teeth occasionally clicking together. Jin could tell the exact second Taehyung pushed his fingers into himself to prep–the way his body tensed slightly before relaxing again with a deep moan right into their kiss.
Jin trailed his lips down Taehyung's jaw and to his neck, followed by his collarbone, before his hands were pushing the hem of Taehyung's shirt up to expose his chest. Jin immediately licked over his nipples, pulling another loud moan from Taehyung, whose back arched into the contact.
He kissed and sucked on both before moving down the lean planes of Taehyung's stomach, his teeth nipping at his hip, which earned him a sharp hiss as those same hips canted forward. One of Jin's hands smoothed down Taehyung's thigh, tucking under his knee to lift his leg up, exposing the beautiful sight of two fingers buried knuckle-deep inside.
The tight ring of muscle seemed to swallow Taehyung's slender fingers, and for a second, Jin desperately wished it was his own there instead. "You're so fucking hot," Jin breathed out, his lips skimming the younger's inner thigh.
"Add another," he muttered after a moment, his eyes flicking up toward Taehyung, who was looking down at him with awestruck eyes. Taehyung wordlessly complied, adding his ring finger and curling all three until he let out another string of heavy moans, his hips practically pushing back against his own hand.
Jin just wanted to kiss him everywhere, so he did exactly that–from his thighs to his stomach, to his leaking cock and pubic bone. Each kiss drew a tiny whimper from the younger until he eventually spoke up. "How do you want me?"
The question made Jin pull back and slowly rise to his feet, considering his limited options for exactly three seconds before deciding. "Turn around," he nudged Taehyung's hip. The younger complied, facing his back to his hyung and letting his fingers slip free.
Jin pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he smoothed a hand up Taehyung's spine, guiding him to bend over and support himself against the toilet tank.
One hand pulled Taehyung's cheeks apart while his other thumb dipped into the slick opening, catching on the lubed-up muscle. "You sure about this, Taehyung-ah?"
Taehyung hummed and nodded rapidly, biting his lip to the point of pain in pure anticipation.
Adjusting his position to stand directly behind the younger, Jin tore open the foil packet, rolled the condom on, and added a generous amount of lube, working slower than he normally would thanks to his lingering nerves.
He'd done this before, but never with any of his fellow members–and definitely never with Taehyung. This was completely different, and only time would tell if it would be a good or bad different.
He slotted his cock at Taehyung's entrance, hovering for a tense second before slowly beginning to push his way in. He heard Taehyung exhale a curse, but gave him no actual indication to stop. So Jin kept going until he was fully inside, his hips flush against Taehyung's ass.
"You okay?" Jin muttered, leaning down until he was folded completely over Taehyung, peppering kisses over his shoulder blades and wrapping an arm tightly around his waist from behind.
"Mmm-hmm," Taehyung hummed, sounding like he was holding his breath, his composure, or both. "Feel so full."
It was true; even Jin could feel it–the way his cock perfectly fit into the tight, welcoming walls, snug in a way that made his head spin and his cock twitch against them.
"I know, baby," Jin murmured and straightened his posture, bringing Taehyung up with him so they were chest-to-back before drawing his hips back and thrusting forward experimentally.
The action pulled a loud moan out of Taehyung, completely different from the others, and his head lulled back onto Jin's shoulder, giving him the silent go-ahead to keep going.
And that's exactly what he did, setting a steady pace. Taehyung melted into his arms, and Jin could see his face beautifully contorted in pleasure. In that moment, Jin couldn't think of a prettier sight in the world.
The skin of his hips smacked into Taehyung's supple cheeks with every building thrust, the sound echoing obscenely in the small restroom stall. Jin was determined. To him, being the oldest of the group always made him feel a certain need to prove that he could do anything just as well as anyone else, and this was no different. He wanted Taehyung to feel good; the younger had placed his complete trust and expectation into this moment, and Jin was going to make sure to surpass both.
He adjusted his slipping grip around his dongsaeng's waist, this time hiking his body higher so Taehyung was forced to stand on his tiptoes. It was at that exact moment that Taehyung let out the loudest moan yet–more like a cry of pleasure. One of his hands flew to Jin’s forearm while the other slapped against the wall for purchase. "Hyung! Oh God, right there–right fucking there!"
The blabbering was better than any liquor Jin could've downed. The words made Jin let out a deep moan of his own against Taehyung's shoulder blade as he sped up, driving right into that same spot continuously, hitting the younger's prostate thrust after thrust.
Heat accumulated in his stomach quickly, quicker than he would've liked to admit, but he forced himself to think of any and everything else in a weak attempt to subdue his rapidly growing orgasm.
What did the trick, though, was the bathroom door suddenly slamming open. A pair of loud voices sounded outside, jolting Jin out of his trance quickly enough to smack his free hand right over Taehyung's open mouth to silence him.
Even so, he didn't stop or slow his thrusts. The friction made Taehyung's fingernails dig into his forearm to the point of pain before he began rapidly tapping the limb in a silent signal.
Then Taehyung was cumming, white spurts spouting out of his cock rapidly as his eyes rolled back, letting out a muffled cry into Jin's palm.
Jin was completely hypnotized by the whole thing, temporarily forgetting that they weren't alone as his eyes drank in the sight of Taehyung's cock twitching and sputtering cum over his stomach and thighs, some of it even getting onto the floor and the toilet seat.
"Fuck," Jin groaned under his breath, helping Taehyung ride out the wave of his orgasm until his cock began to soften.
He dropped his hand away from the younger's mouth and set him back down on his own two feet before slowly pulling out with a small grimace, his still-hard erection aching for release inside the wet condom.
Taehyung was quick to spin around, albeit a little clumsily, his eyes flicking down between them before parting his lips as if words were on the tip of his tongue. But Jin shushed him with a finger to his lips, nodding toward the door to indicate that people were still out there, separated only by a singular stall door.
Taehyung understood immediately, but it didn’t stop him from reaching between them and slipping the condom off Jin's cock, quickly replacing it with his own bare hand, stroking him in time with the exact rhythm Jin had just been nailing into him.
Jin almost choked on his own spit, his hips fucking into Taehyung's fist on their own accord as he chased his release. The younger dipped his head, pecking his hyung's lips before trailing down to his neck, his lips latching onto the sensitive skin under his ear, shamelessly sucking a mark there.
That was Jin's final straw. Throwing his head back, his orgasm tore through him, weakening his knees and making them buckle. But Taehyung didn't show him any mercy, his grip only tightening on the upstroke as white ropes painted his skin.
The outer door of the restroom swung open again and the voices finally faded, allowing Jin to finally release the loud whimper stuck in his throat, his back hitting the stall wall with a heavy thud.
When the two finally locked eyes again, they stared at each other for a stretched moment, slow smiles creeping onto both of their faces.
"Did we really just fuck in a Parisian nightclub?" Jin muttered breathlessly, still trying to catch his breath.
Taehyung huffed out a laugh as he reached down, rolling ample sheets of toilet paper around his hand. "It’s called the city of love for a reason, right?" The younger retorted with a small smile that warmed Jin's heart.
The fact that he was referring to what they'd just done as love, and not just as a tryst or a cheap hookup, made Jin want to surge forward and kiss Taehyung's face off all over again.
"Come here," Taehyung softly called, pulling Jin closer to start wiping away at his skin. Jin gazed at him with what could only be described as heart-eyes, unable to help himself as he reached up and caught Taehyung's jaw, tilting his face up to press a lingering kiss to his lips.
In return he was met with a soft smile and equally loving eyes.