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“i’m bored,” taehyung whines for the umpteenth time, legs jutting out to fall across jeongguk’s lap, dragging the younger man out of his half-sleep. “guk, wake up.”
jeongguk sighs out of partial annoyance, partial exhaustion, and pushes taehyung’s legs off of him.
“what am i supposed to do about your boredom?” he snaps, rubbing at his tired eyes, “watch a movie or something.”
taehyung frowns, flinging his legs back across jeongguk's lap- a sign of rebellion .
jeongguk wants to flick him.
“i invited you over to keep me company,” the older man hisses, arms crossed over his chest, “not to take a nap on my couch.”
“actually,” jeongguk yawns, hands folding over taehyung's legs, “you invited me over to help you study, which we haven't done.”
taehyung rolls his eyes.
“that's because studying is known to suck the life out of people and i don't want to die young, gukkie.”
“so that sob story about you not wanting to fail chem was all an evil plan just to lure me to your apartment?”
“more or less, yeah,” taehyung shrugs, a small smile playing at his lips.
“unbelievable,” jeongguk huffs.
taehyung pouts and pokes jeongguk in the stomach with his foot, murmuring, “oh please , don't act like you don't enjoy my company.”
“you're too loud,” jeongguk sighs, grabbing taehyung's feet before he can aim a kick at his ribs, “you complain too much, your hair is silly, your clothes are atrocious- ”
taehyung's giggling now, knows jeongguk is just picking on him. they've been friends for too long. if jeongguk didn't like him, he would have left ages ago.
“you're one to talk about fashion sense. this thing is hideous, ” taehyung says, leaning forward to tug at the strings of jeongguk's yellow hoodie.
jeongguk slaps his hands away and laughs as he straightens out the hood.
“this is your hoodie. i borrowed it from you last month.”
taehyung is quiet for a moment, eyes narrowed as he studies the offending piece of fabric.
“well,” he grumbles, “it looks good on me. ”
jeongguk aims a gentle punch at his stomach, and taehyung laughs, eyes crinkled at the corner as he grabs jeongguk's hand and holds it there, pressed against his abdomen.
“let's play a game,” he suddenly suggests, but jeongguk doesn't catch the words out right because taehyung is playing with his hand, their fingers occasionally linking together.
butterflies erupt in his stomach and that fucking irritates him because he isn't a kid, and also taehyung's got no right to be so adorable.
“guk?”
“a game, yeah,” jeongguk clears his throat, cheeks heating up as he yanks his hand away, “what kind of game?”
“hm,” taehyung places a hand on his chin, brows furrowed together as he thinks.
jeongguk thinks it's cute when he's so lost in thought, wants nothing more than to delve forward and kiss the little crease between his eyebrows until it smooths out.
he's dragged out of his daydream when taehyung suddenly exclaims, “let's play rock, paper, scissors!”
“rock, paper, scissors,” jeongguk deadpans.
“yeah!” taehyung nods, sitting up as he eagerly shuffles closer to jeongguk. “we can add a special twist to it.”
jeongguk gets a bad feeling in his stomach upon taehyung's words, and he's almost scared to ask, “what twist?”
“i saw a video on instagram,” the older man begins, to which jeongguk rolls his eyes, “these two guys were playing rock, paper, scissors; kiss or slap edition.”
kiss or slap edition.
jeongguk thinks he's going to be sick.
he's almost sure what this entails, but he asks anyway, “how do you play?”
taehyung's eyes light up in excitement as he begins with, “well, it's simple, really,” and jeongguk already knows, but it makes it real once taehyung says it aloud, “if i win, i get to kiss you. if you win, you can slap me.”
if taehyung wins, he gets to kiss him.
jeongguk's stomach feels as if it's about to leap into his throat at just the prospect of their lips meeting. he swallows thickly, desperately willing the light blush on his face to go away.
“i don't think that's a good idea, tae,” he says, sounding wholly unlike himself as he tries to preserve what's left of his fucking heart.
“aw, come on gukkie,” tae says with the sweetest little pout, eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbones in a way that's got jeongguk practically melting into his hands, “it’ll be really fun, and we're best friends. it won't be weird.”
jeongguk wants to scoff, but he stops himself. his eyes fall shut for a moment as he tries to breathe , because sure, it might not be weird, but the way his hands shake will definitely be a tell-tale sign that something is wrong.
and taehyung knows him too well, can figure him out just by looking at him, and that's terrifying because jeongguk has spent so long building up walls to keep taehyung's eager hands out. one slip up and they might go crumbling down.
“i don't think we should,” he whispers, gaze trained down on his hands as he wills them to stop shaking.
taehyung sighs, and jeongguk even doesn't have to look to know he's got that little gleam of disappointment in his eyes as he says, “okay. we don't have to. sorry for pressuring you, jeonggukkie.”
jeongguk is quiet for a moment, content to just let this go and maybe play some video games until both of them pass out on the couch together, but then he looks up and his heart clenches.
taehyung looks sad, like maybe he'd taken jeongguk not wanting to play the game as some sort of personal rejection, and jeongguk wants to yell, wants to say, “ no, trust me, i want to kiss you, but we can't. ”
instead, he is absolute putty in taehyung's warm, golden hands.
“alright,” he sighs, gently nudging taehyung with his knee, “let's play.”
taehyung's head jerks up, eyes widening just slightly as a smile adorns his pretty mouth.
“really?” he asks.
“yes,” jeongguk relents, unable to help the happiness that overwhelms him upon seeing taehyung smile, “i trust you. let's play.”
taehyung shifts positions so suddenly that he almost knocks jeongguk off the couch. he settles cross-legged and jeongguk follows suit, their knees bumping together as they fight to get comfortable.
jeongguk feels his heart speed up as taehyung meets his gaze, always soft and warm, but this time full of elation, too, and jeongguk is nervous but he's also head over heels for the boy in front of him.
he takes a breath so deep it rattles his bones, and taehyung must see right into his core, feel his nervousness coming off in waves, as he reaches out and places his hand across jeongguk's knee.
“ready?” he questions softly, and jeongguk nods because he'd follow taehyung anywhere so long as he asked with a smile.
“okay,” taehyung holds out his right hand, and jeongguk has just enough sense to follow his movements, “remember, if i win, you get a kiss. if you win, you get to slap me.”
“yeah, i remember,” jeongguk says because how could he forget what they're doing, even for a moment.
he feels too hot in his hoodie, in tae’s hoodie, and his legs twitch in a way that makes him want to get up and run until he collapses.
he doesn't have much longer to work himself up because not even a second later, taehyung is raising his hand up, fist clenched, and throwing it forward.
jeongguk catches on just quick enough to throw out a half-assed fist which serves as a rock, effectively crushing taehyung's peace sign-like scissors.
he smiles, relief flooding through him momentarily as he reaches up and gently brings his hand across taehyung's cheek; light enough to just be considered a tap, but hardly a slap.
taehyung laughs, tongue poking out at the corner of his mouth, and says, “you aren't going to break me, guk. hit me harder.”
jeongguk tries not to make it weird but his body betrays him, cock twitching beneath his dark gray sweat pants.
“right,” his face feels hot, and they've only just started, but he holds his hand back up. “ready to continue?”
taehyung nods, mirth in his eyes, and they go again.
jeongguk's a great strategist, knows how to read taehyung's moves before he's even figured them out completely, and so he easily wins the first few rounds.
the force behind his slaps doesn't pick up much, though, and jeongguk swears he notices a gleam of disappointment in taehyung's eyes.
it's about five rounds in that jeongguk slips up, confusing taehyung's rock for paper. he throws out scissors just as taehyung’s hand curls into a fist, and he feels as if his stomach drops through the floor.
they both freeze for a moment, as taehyung clearly hadn't expected to win, and jeongguk hadn't seen it coming, either. there's a certain stillness between them, leaving the air so thick with tension, jeongguk's feels as if he's suffocating.
but taehyung takes this in stride just like literally everything else, and if jeongguk weren't so terrified, he'd be in awe.
without any further hesitation, taehyung reaches out, both hands cradling jeongguk's face, and leans forward, pressing their lips together in a quick, dry peck.
it's nothing spectacular; jeongguk certainly doesn't feel fireworks like the movies would lead him to envision, but there is something so very nice about the kiss.
and in a lot of ways, it feels like maybe it could be better than the movies because this is taehyung- jeongguk's best friend- so warm and real right in front of him.
taehyung pulls away, retreating back into his own space, before jeongguk even has time to fully register that it's over.
and he wants to say something, truly, but he isn't even sure what, and it's frustrating.
they're playing a stupid game and he's got no right to get worked up over it, but he is anyway.
taehyung grounds him, brings him back to the actual reality of things, and they pick up where they left off.
jeongguk tries not to slip up anymore.
and it's relatively easy- beating taehyung in something like this- because the older man is brilliant but he also doesn't take this seriously, and so he more or less acts before he thinks.
jeongguk calls every move before taehyung even throws them out.
it's during a moment of weakness, a moment of intentional distraction, that he fucks up.
taehyung has stretched out now, legs placed on either side of jeongguk's crossed ones, and he uses one foot to dig into jeongguk's side, just under his ribs where he's most ticklish.
jeongguk nearly flies off the couch, giggles erupting from his lips as he shoves taehyung's foot off him and completely misses his next move.
“i win,” tae says cheekily, grabbing hold of jeongguk's face again before the other man's even had a moment to prepare himself.
when their mouths press together this time, jeongguk is hyperaware of how different it is.
the last kiss- peck, more like- was fleeting and lacked any real emotion on taehyung's part.
this time, though, taehyung meets him with a mouth open just wide enough to slot jeongguk's lips with his own, and though it feels practiced, it also feels overwhelmingly good.
the kiss itself is still relatively innocent, but the way taehyung cards his fingers through jeongguk's hair and holds on tight is not, and jeongguk jerks back so suddenly that taehyung's teeth catch on his bottom lip.
copper floods his mouth, and taehyung's eyes widen comically as he reaches out, holding jeongguk's head in place so that he can assess the damage.
“holy shit, i’m so sorry,” he rushes out, clearly on the verge of panic, “i didn't mean to-”
jeongguk softly shushes him, takes tae’s hands and gently tugs them away from his face.
“it's okay,” he assures him, desperately fighting back memories of their most recent kiss because even though it had been startling, it had also sent electric through jeongguk's veins, “i’m fine, i swear. you wanna keep playing?”
“only if you want to,” taehyung says quickly, sending him an apologetic smile.
jeongguk nods, willing the blush on his cheeks to go the fuck away because taehyung's smiled at him a million times before, and the way his heart is reacting is just ridiculous.
“let's keep playing,” he says, to which taehyung grins and prepares his hand once more.
it goes smoothly for a while after that; taehyung wins a few times, merely settling for pressing gentle kisses to jeongguk's cheeks, instead. jeongguk wins even more though, and before long, they've got a slightly disproportionate but steady rhythm of, ' kiss, slap, slap, kiss,’ going on between them.
it's when jeongguk starts picking up more wins that things actually change a bit. with him trying to get in slap after slap, he doesn't quite realize that the force of each one has increased until taehyung whimpers, his eyes squeezing shut.
jeongguk is quick to yank his hands back, folding them in his lap.
“i'm sorry,” he bites out, voice low and guilt-ridden. the thought of him actually hurting taehyung sends a pang of guilt right to his chest. “i didn't realize i was hitting you so hard.”
when taehyung finally opens his eyes once more, jeongguk nearly chokes on the gasp that climbs up his throat.
the older man's eyes are blown black, pupils only leaving a thin ring of brown for jeongguk to search out.
“tae,” he begins slowly, “are you-”
“let's keep going,” taehyung cuts in, throwing his hand out in scissor formation.
jeongguk doesn't form anything fast enough, and so taehyung grabs the strings of his yellow hoodie and tugs him forward so hard he nearly topples over.
the incessant press of taehyung's lips against his own is no longer soft, but jeongguk finds that it's still sweet, and his stomach twists.
taehyung kisses him deep, tongue darting out to trace over the stinging cut on jeongguk's lip in a way that's got the younger man both wincing and delving forward for more.
they kiss until jeongguk can't breathe.
his hands shake as he pulls away, gulping in as much air as possible. his face feels too warm , and all of a sudden, taehyung's hoodie burns hot against his skin. he wants it off.
“guk,” taehyung breathes out, red lips glossy with spit, “let's go another round.”
“taehyung-”
“ please,” taehyung says, eyelashes fluttering as he meets jeongguk's gaze, “another round.”
jeongguk is so fucking whipped, can't deny taehyung anything he asks for, and so he flings out his hand suddenly; catching taehyung off guard.
with his rock, he crushes taehyung's scissors, and his hand flies out to smack across tae's cheek; tentative but still forceful enough to echo through the air between them.
it's taehyung's turn to blush then, cheeks dusted a pretty pink as the softest moan slips past his lips, so quiet jeongguk almost doesn't catch it.
he raises an eyebrow and reaches up, gently grabbing taehyung's chin between his fingers and tilting his face to study him, to take in the way his eyes fall closed, just for a moment.
“you like it,” he states, more as an observation than anything else.
jeongguk isn't dense, can see the way tae shudders when jeongguk thumbs at the red blotch on his cheek, and that's enough to have his cock pressing half-hard against his boxers already.
and then tae huffs, shoves his hands away in an act of bitterness that is so very unlike him it's almost bruising.
“stop looking at me like that.”
“like what?” jeongguk asks, taking in the soft dip of his cupid’s bow, lips still so tempting, even when they're jutted out into a pout.
“like i'm weird or something,” the older man says, voice just hardly above a whisper. “i’m not weird.”
“i didn't say you were weird,” jeongguk says, and in a sudden act of confidence gained upon taehyung trembling at his touch, adds, “let's play another round, tae.”
“another round?” taehyung asks, voice small as he eyes jeongguk.
jeongguk nods.
“don't you want to?”
it's quiet for a moment, taehyung's bottom lip pulled taught between his teeth before he sighs and lets it go.
his mouth is cherry red and so tempting that jeongguk almost misses his little whisper of, “let's play some more.”
they go through another round, taehyung pulling out a win with shaky hands and even shakier breaths, and as he presses a kiss to jeongguk's mouth, the atmosphere between them shifts again- for the umpteenth time that night.
this kiss is deeper than the last, and infinitely slower, too.
taehyung's hands find purchase in jeongguk's dark hair, tugging at it just sharp enough to sting , eliciting a gasp from jeongguk's mouth.
when their tongues meet hot and heavy for the first time, jeongguk feels as if he's been punched, breath vacating his lungs so quickly that it burns.
taehyung makes these tiny noises as jeongguk gets bolder, sucks his tongue into his mouth and relishes in a taste that is new but somehow familiar.
because jeongguk has known taehyung for a long time, has become so accustomed to him that his taste- something so sweet - is reminiscent of the fresh strawberries that taehyung sometimes brings him for lunch, and of the smell of his cherry red lip balm.
jeongguk's hands find their way to taehyung's hips, sliding up the thin fabric of his t-shirt to settle against his warm skin.
taehyung jerks at his touch, back arching slightly as their chests press together. he moves up onto his knees so that he towers over jeongguk, hands running through his hair.
taehyung pulls away for a moment to breathe, hot air puffing out against jeongguk's lips and he squeezes his eyes shut.
“i want to play another round,” he says, chest heaving, “please.”
jeongguk doesn't hesitate in raising his hand and taehyung follows suit. they're so close that they practically breathe each other in, foreheads nearly pressed together.
jeongguk forms paper just as tae goes for rock.
he hears a sharp intake of breath as he raises his hand, hovering near taehyung’s shoulder.
taehyung's cheeks are flushed a deep red, the color such a pretty contrast compared the the golden tone of his skin, and he looks wrecked already, eyes blown and glassy as he watches jeongguk.
jeongguk wants to kiss him but he also wants to touch him; wants to reach out and place a gentle hand on his cheek. wants to see if it's as burning hot as it looks.
he won the last round and it's only fair that they still follow rules, so he lifts his hand and brings it across taehyung's cheek; careful but firm.
taehyung's entire body racks with a shudder, attempting to squeeze his legs shut, but jeongguk places his hands on his thighs and holds him in place, heart leaping as taehyung's hips jerk up.
“guk,” he whimpers, breath hot as it hits jeongguk’s face, “again.”
“tae-”
“ please,” he climbs into the younger man's lap, ass resting against jeongguk's thick thighs, “come on, guk, it's okay.”
“what if i hurt you?” he asks, voice cracking and rough. he clears his throat, mumbles, “what if it's too much?”
“my safe is red , okay?” taehyung suddenly says, arms looping around jeongguk's shoulders.
“your safe?” jeongguk's brows dip together in confusion.
taehyung huffs and says, “my safe word, jeonggukkie, jesus. keep up.”
“right,” jeongguk breathes, pouting slightly.
taehyung smiles a little, leans forward to take jeongguk's bottom lip between his teeth and tug, before licking into his mouth.
when they separate, taehyung whispers, “hit me again.”
and he looks so goddamn pretty , with his lips bitten and swollen, cheeks highlighted in a rouge that spreads all the way down to his neck, that jeongguk can't find it in himself to think about anything other than ruining him.
the next time his hand flies across taehyung’s cheek, it has a bit more force behind it. it's easier now, makes jeongguk feel better that they've established safe words and that taehyung actually wants this.
the older man whines, a sound that starts low in his chest and climbs its way up his throat as his cheek turns a deeper shade of red.
it seems that he's having trouble keeping himself composed, legs shaking and hips canting forward into nothing each time jeongguk strokes at the red blotches left on his face.
he opens his mouth, presumably to ask for more, but jeongguk cuts him off with a kiss before he can form the request.
he holds tightly to taehyung's thighs and lifts him off the couch just as their tongues meet, taehyung spilling soft noises into jeongguk's mouth.
jeongguk knows taehyung's apartment like the back of his hand, and gets them to the bedroom in no time, managing to avoid the mounds of clothes taehyung's got shoved everywhere.
he tosses the older man on the bed, a tiny ‘ oof’ leaving taehyung's mouth as he scoots up the mattress, propping himself up on his elbows.
jeongguk is still too hot- either from the actual summer heat outside, or the arousal in his pants- so he tugs off his hoodie and flings it aside, cool air washing over his bare torso.
taehyung whimpers, eyes raking over jeongguk's form. he makes grabby hands for him, fists opening and closing impatiently.
jeongguk chuckles, wondering how, even in this situation, taehyung still manages to be the sweetest thing he's ever laid eyes on.
he climbs over him, settles down on taehyung's thighs with his legs on either side of him. his palms press flat against the smooth plains of taehyung's chest, and he leans down to kiss him; slow, but still full of poorly concealed urgency.
“guk,” taehyung murmurs against his lips, “guk, 'm hot. let me take off my clothes.”
jeongguk would very much like to see a naked taehyung, so he has no problem breaking the kiss and assisting the other man in discarding his clothes.
once taehyung has stripped down to his boxers, he grabs at jeongguk's hair and pulls , the pain sending a pleasant thrum through the younger man's body. their lips connect again in a rushed kiss as jeongguk grinds into taehyung's lap.
“ah,” taehyung whines, “jeongguk, i want to get my hands on you. take off your sweats.”
jeongguk obliges, kicking the gray material off to the floor to find later. his briefs- colored baby blue- cling to his body, a wet patch seeping through the front.
taehyung coos as if he finds this cute or something, and jeongguk blushes so fiercely that he hides his face in his hands to avoid further embarrassment.
“gukkie,” tae says, fingertips smoothing over the dark spot on the front of the briefs, “look how worked up you are already. we haven't even gotten started, baby.”
“you're one to talk,” jeongguk grumbles, “i can feel you leaking through your boxers.”
he wiggles his ass to make a point of this, and taehyung moans, soft and low, hips jerking up slightly.
“let me touch you,” taehyung says, voice breathy and lower than usual, sending heat straight to jeongguk's stomach, “please, guk, want to feel you so badly .”
“okay,” jeongguk nods quickly, eyelashes fluttering as taehyung's fingers skim the waistband of his briefs, “okay, whatever you want, tae.”
taehyung looks up at him, lips stretched into an almost cheeky smile, as he dips his hand into jeongguk's briefs.
the initial warmth of taehyung's fingers wrapped so tightly around jeongguk's cock is enough to have the younger man reeling, breath punched right from his lungs. he nearly collapses forward, but manages to keep himself upright with his hands pressed to taehyung's chest.
taehyung uses his free hand to tug jeongguk's bottoms down, allowing better access as he jerks him; nice and slow and just how he likes it.
he keeps a steady pace, thumb rubbing over the head of jeongguk's cock on each upstroke.
his hand feels so good, all lanky fingers and smooth palms, and jeongguk's head fucking spins as he tries to control the pitiful moans spilling past his lips.
taehyung's hand makes a slick sound as it slides along jeongguk’s cock, the squelching only becoming louder as he drips more precome. it isn't long before taehyung's jerking him off in earnest, fist moving so quickly along his length that jeongguk feels dizzy.
he's dangerously close to finishing already, and he'd maybe feel embarrassed if his brain could concentrate on anything besides taehyung's slick fingers.
“close,” he pants, swatting at taehyung's hand. the older man doesn't pay him any attention as he thumbs at the head of his cock. “ah- tae, 'm close,” he tries again, voice pitched slightly higher than usual as heat brews in his stomach, “fuck, i’m gonna- ”
taehyung abruptly yanks his hand away, settling it on jeongguk's thigh instead. it's wet, precome sticky against his skin as taehyung strokes his leg.
jeongguk leans down to kiss him, tongue sliding into his mouth as a mere distraction from the hand he's got creeping into taehyung's boxers.
taehyung's cock isn't as thick as jeongguk's, but it's long and curved and sensitive, and taehyung jerks when he touches it. jeongguk aches to see more of him; to get taehyung in his mouth as quickly as possible.
“i’m gonna blow you now,” he murmurs against tae's lips, hand tugging down the other man's boxers just enough to get his cock out, “okay?”
taehyung whimpers, head tossed back against the pillows and throat on display, just for jeongguk.
“yes,” he says, “fuck, yes, please. ”
jeongguk’s eager to taste taehyung, to see if it matches that sweet personality of his, so he steadies his hands on either side of taehyung's hips, and gets right to it.
let it be said that jeongguk isn't a professional deep-throater. in fact, he doesn't think his blowjob skills are all that spectacular at all. still, this is taehyung writhing beneath him, trying to push up into his mouth, so he's going to give this his all.
so, maybe he needs a bit more practice. maybe he chokes a little when taehyung thrusts up into his mouth. maybe he's a little worried at how much he likes it.
it isn't like he just goes around giving people blowjobs on the spot. he doesn't even like people that much. though, there was that one time yoongi did his chem homework for him, and jeongguk had to repay him somehow-
he groans a little. he's probably repressing too much yoongi-brojob-trauma, but that's entirely unrelated to sucking taehyung. there's something special about this. there's something so amazing about the butterflies that fly through his stomach when taehyung pushes up into his mouth so perfectly. like maybe he was made to give taehyung kisses and blowjobs.
he's getting sentimental over having taehyung's cock in his mouth which is really quite enough.
also, taehyung's fucking ramming into the back of his throat now, and it burns, so he pulls back. his eyes are watering, and he wipes them away before climbing up taehyung’s body to give him a kiss.
“guk,” taehyung murmurs into the kiss, spit-slick lips sliding against jeongguk's mouth, “‘m getting impatient. come on, there's lube on the nightstand.”
jeongguk breaks away from the kiss to look over, and-
sure enough, there's a massive bottle of cherry-flavored lube just sitting out in the open, right on the corner of taehyung's bedside table.
jeongguk quirks an eyebrow and asks, “you just keep it out in the open like that?”
taehyung shrugs, says something like, “it's more convenient,” and jeongguk just scoffs.
“you're shameless, kim taehyung,” he teases, reaching out to grab the (industrial sized, what the fuck ) lube.
“you love it,” taehyung says, smile playing at his lips, and all jeongguk can do is admire him and maybe nod a little. of course he loves it. he can't think of one thing about taehyung that he doesn't love.
he's quick to slick up his fingers because he can sense that taehyung is beginning to get impatient again, based on the way he's squirming around. jeongguk himself is fucking impatient too, but he's got to stretch taehyung right first.
and, well, maybe the image of taehyung whimpering as jeongguk's fingers stretch him open has the younger man reeling.
taehyung kicks off his boxers completely, then spreads his legs so nicely for him, allowing jeongguk to fit between them, and it's perfect; the way they work together. like, no words are needed to grab hold of the situation. everything just seemingly falls into place when they're working together.
jeongguk reaches down, prods a finger at taehyung's entrance, relishing in the way the latter shudders. and then he's slowly pushing one digit into him, feeling his way around as he tries to get accustomed to this feeling. to being inside of taehyung, in some sense.
and tae, well, he's positively keening by the time jeongguk’s got two fingers stretching him open. his hips keep jerking up, as if he's unable to keep them on the mattress for even a moment. when jeongguk slides in a third, he mewls softly, desperately trying to get more, though jeongguk doesn't have anything left to give.
he spends some time scissoring taehyung open, listening to the whimpers that fall from his lips, along will all of the rushed out, garbled versions of the younger man’s name. it's beautiful; makes jeongguk quiver each time.
he knows that he finds taehyung's prostate when the older man cries out so loud it makes jeongguk's heart jump. it's difficult to keep stretching him when taehyung's back arches, rising off the mattress so elegantly as his body goes taut like a bow. but jeongguk pushes through it; keeps going because taehyung is chanting, “ guk, right there. don't stop-- please ,” and jeongguk only wants to make him feel good.
taehyung reaches down to swat at his hand a moment later, whining as he tries to push jeongguk way. his forehead is glistening with sweat now, as is the little bit of his tummy that's exposed, and jeongguk smiles, a little too fondly. taehyung is all disheveled because of him. it's a beautiful sight.
“come on,” taehyung huffs, seemingly growing more impatient by the second, “want you to fuck me, guk, please, i--”
jeongguk nods quickly, murmurs, “yeah,” because god, yes, he definitely wants that too. it takes him all of five seconds to locate a condom in the bedside drawer, and then he's ripping it open with shaky fingers and desperately trying to slide it on, but his hands are sweaty-
“let me help you, baby,” taehyung says, reaching out with long, steady fingers to roll the condom onto jeongguk's length, “take it easy.”
baby. the word gets stuck in jeongguk's chest; pounds right against his ribcage, to the unsteady rhythm of his heart. it makes him flush all the way down to his chest, covered in pretty patches of red and purple.
and then taehyung is wrapping his legs around jeongguk's waist, tugging him forward, and he gets pulled from his train of thought. he doesn't have time to be stupidly sentimental when taehyung is spread open and waiting for him.
jeongguk lines himself up with taehyung, feels the resistance of taehyung's entrance as his cock presses against it, like it won't work, it's too much-
he's pushing forward anyway because taehyung is practically begging for it, urging him on with his feet against the small of jeongguk's back. he slides home in one slow thrust, feeling taehyung shudder against him as he accommodates jeongguk’s thick girth. it feels so incredible that jeongguk's got to stop; has to take a moment to breathe, lest he come right then and there.
taehyung's groaning, “come on, gukkie, i thought you were going to fuck me. you said--”
he's cut off with a gasp as jeongguk rolls his hips nice and slow, deep into taehyung's heat. he does that a few more times, practically has taehyung arching off the bed, before he finally, finally pulls out almost all the way, and slides back in hard.
taehyung moans so loud it punches the breath from jeongguk's lungs. he's already pushing his hips up to meet jeongguk's thrusts- progressively getting harder by the second.
“guk--” taehyung pants, nails raking down jeongguk's back, making his head dizzy as he pushes faster, cock disappearing into taehyung in a way that's got him fascinated, “ah, don't stop, don't stop --”
“not planning to,” jeongguk grits out, trembling hard when taehyung reaches up to yank at his hair. it's too good; the pleasure pain of fingernails digging into his skin and his hair being pulled. it's so good , has jeongguk's mind spinning as he grunts, “god, taehyung, you have no idea what you're doing to me, fuck--”
taehyung whimpers, eyes blown as his gaze rakes over jeongguk's face for moment. and then he's reaching off to the side, grabbing haphazardly at one of jeongguk's hands pressed against the mattress.
“want it here,” he says, guiding jeongguk's hand up to his throat. jeongguk feels him swallow under his palm before he says, “come on, guk, do it-- shit. you know my safe.”
jeongguk's weak-ass putty in taehyung's hands, so he presses his thumb down gently, just enough to feel taehyung's pulse beneath his touch. with a little more pressure, he finds that it's easy enough to cut taehyung's airway.
the steady noises leaking from taehyung's mouth stop abruptly. all there is is skin slapping against skin and jeongguk's shaky breathing as he pushes in harder, faster because taehyung is arching into him wantonly.
he releases his grip on taehyung's throat long enough to let him take a few deep breaths. taehyung gasps; sucks in big gulps of air, and then croaks, “'m so close, gukkie. harder, fuck, come on. i want more, please--”
and then jeongguk's squeezing at his throat again, cutting off his words as he punches into taehyung once, twice, three times-
“can you come just like this, taehyung?” he asks, words morphing into a moan as he steadies his knees on either side of taehyung and pushes in harder; so much so that the older man slides up the bed, “can you come just from my cock?”
jeongguk lets go of taehyung’s throat and moves his hand back to the mattress, to rest beside taehyung's head. he waits for taehyung to draw in a few breaths and nod in answer to jeongguk's question, before he shifts back a little, pushing himself up to his knees. he then reaches out to grab at taehyung's hips and tug him into his lap.
taehyung fucking shudders at the new position, sitting upright on jeongguk's cock. his arms come up to balance on jeongguk's shoulders, and he lifts himself up, before sinking back down quickly.
“g-gukkie,” he keens, entire body trembling with the effort it takes to keep bouncing on jeongguk's cock, “i can't-- i’m gonna come. 'm so close, guk, fuck--”
jeongguk uses the leverage he has on the bed to push up into taehyung, hips angled in a way that's sure to hit taehyung's sweet spot repeatedly. taehyung reels, body lurching as he falls against jeongguk, moaning his name over and over-
taehyung comes so hard it sends him rocketing forward, chest pressed to jeongguk's as he spurts white between them. it's slick and warm as it hits jeongguk's abdomen, rolls down onto his thighs, and the way taehyung tightens so deliciously around him has his own orgasm flickering deep within his stomach.
all taehyung's got to do is tug nice and sharp at jeongguk's hair before the younger man is pulsing, cock twitching as he fills up the condom. he hides his face in the crook of taehyung's neck; leaves little whimpers of his name painted there as he rides out this shockwave of pleasure.
it takes a while for either of them to come back to their senses. by the time jeongguk finally does, taehyung is already lifting himself up, sliding off of jeongguk with the sweetest little moan.
jeongguk reaches down to take the condom off, ties it up and launches it across the room into taehyung's trash can. it goes in with a little thud, and jeongguk grins.
“score,” he says, falling back onto taehyung's bed, exhaustion creeping into his veins.
“dork,” taehyung snorts in reply, before plopping down right next to jeongguk. he shifts so that his head rests on jeongguk's chest, right above his heart.
jeongguk wonders if he can hear it beating for him.
it's quiet for a while, but in a comfortable way. jeongguk's eyes fall closed, and he's just fading to sleep when taehyung shakes him a little.
“hm?” he asks, opening one eye to glance down at him. he's sleepy, now. knows taehyung probably is, too.
“you gonna spend the night?” taehyung asks, though jeongguk suspects he was maybe going to say something different, but chickened out.
jeongguk doesn't push, though. merely nods and wraps a strong arm around taehyung, tugging him closer.
“sure am,” he murmurs, half asleep, “you can't get rid of me so easily.”
taehyung grins, impossibly bright, and shifts so that he's tucked into jeongguk's side.
“didn't want to, anyway,” jeongguk hears him say, voice hardly above a whisper.
that's good. makes jeongguk so happy to hear. and, as he fades in and out with taehyung's warmth pressed up against his side, he vaguely notes the soaring feeling throughout his chest. it's familiar; something he only gets around taehyung. something he knows he wants to feel forever.
moments later, sleep engulfs him, and there are only good dreams to come.