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It's a fun interview. Seokjin knows to cherish these. He laughs and jokes and tries on his best Japanese, and feeds off of the happiness of the members.
Then the interviewer asks Taehyung a question. An innocent enough one.
“What's your most valued fashion item?”
And Taehyung goes on and says he's bought panties. Seokjin chokes as the members correct Taehyung, shouting underwear, underwear as they laugh. Taehyung catches his eye, a blink and you'll miss it smirk on his lips before he agrees.
“Underwear!”
They dissolve into chaos of laughter and jokes and Taehyung makes things worse by giving him another hint. Black.
They're black.
Seokjin thinks of every off-putting thing ever, fighting his body's reaction to the mental image of Taehyung wearing black panties because oh God .
He's losing. He's certainly losing.
**
The drive back to the dorm is nothing short of torture. Taehyung purposefully runs to a different car than the one Seokjin's in, having the audacity to wink at Seokjin over his shoulder. Seokjin ends up with Hoseok, who takes one look at him and bursts into laughter.
“Oh boy,” Hoseok says. “I'm so glad I bet on Tae.”
Seokjin grits his teeth and says nothing. He doesn't care one bit about the bet anymore. All he wants is to arrive home so he can follow Taehyung into his room and strip him out of his clothes and make him beg.
Hoseok is speaking about one thing or the other but Seokjin's brain is in overdrive. He's hardening, can't help it and his heart pounds in his chest, his blood heats up and makes the rest of the ride unbearable.
Once they arrive, Seokjin runs out of the car, Hoseok's mocking laughter follows him but Seokjin pays it no mind. He punches the button of the elevator and thinks how fortunate it is that each of them has his own space now. He remembers the early days, when he and Taehyung had to beg their roommates to leave or sometimes, if they were too desperate just go at it until Yoongi or Namjoon escaped screaming.
He unlocks the door to Taehyung's room and sits on the bed, his blood boiling, rushing in his ears too loud and he's breathless like he's ran all the way up here. Taehyung takes his time, he probably knows Seokjin is waiting for him here and he's leaving him alone to stew. Seokjin fists his hands over his thighs and bites the inside of his cheek.
“Hello, hyung,” Taehyung says, pushing the door open and sauntering in before he locks it. “Miss me?”
Seokjin just stares at him. “Are you wearing them?” He says, voice husky and deep. Taehyung laughs and twirls on the spot.
“What if I am?” He goads. “I thought we weren't having sex until I crumble and come to you?”
“Taehyung,” Seokjin warns. Taehyung smiles and bats his lashes. “Tae,” Seokjin repeats and this time he doesn't hide the longing in his voice. Taehyung makes a soft noise in the back of his throat and walks to him and Seokjin opens his arms. He lets out a sigh of relief as Taehyung settles on his lap, arms around Seokjin's shoulders and head buried in Seokjin's neck.
“It's my loss,” Seokjin breathes and he pulls him in. “You're absolutely right. I can't keep my hands off of you and the past week was Hell.”
Taehyung whines and burrows closer. “Hyung,” he says. “I miss you.”
Seokjin nods and tightens his hold. They cling for a few moments, just taking each other in. He really won't let any teasing keep him away from Taehyung ever again, screw it. Let them be called desperate and juvenile, let them be called horny. Seokjin doesn't fucking care.
“I'm wearing them,” Taehyung whispers into his ear. Seokjin shivers, gropes his way down Taehyung's muscular back until he has handfuls of his firm ass. He kneads and Taehyung bucks against his touch and moans. Latches his open mouth under Seokjin's neck and sucks, licks along Seokjin's jaw.
“Stand up, babe. Show me,” he pleads. Taehyung scrambles up and hurriedly gets out of his clothes and Seokjin uses a will power he didn't know he had to stay seated and not pounce on him.
Taehyung looks good enough to eat. He always does but right now, naked save for the black lace hugging his obscenely hard cock, he's a feast and Seokjin is famished . readily, Taehyung slowly turns around, gives Seokjin a full view of his magnificent ass wrapped in lace like a gift. The panties are stretched over the swell of it, thinning in the spot in the middle so Seokjin can see a tease of Taehyung's crack and patches of tanned skin. He swallows multiple times, his throat feels raw and his tongue is heavy and clumsy behind his teeth.
Like Taehyung can sense it, he throws him a smile over his shoulder and Seokjin is so hard he can cry.
“You really thought it was a good idea to tease me on TV?” Seokjin asks. Taehyung faces him and tilts his head, a cheeky smile on his lips.
“I always think it's a good idea to tease you.”
Seokjin licks his lips. He scoots to the edge of the bed and opens his legs, pats one thigh. Taehyung's breath hitches but he obeys. He straddles the thigh Seokjin patted and bends over, supports himself on Seokjin's other thigh. Seokjin hums, fits his palm to the curve of Taehyung's butt and rubs gently.
“How many do you think you deserve?”
Taehyung whimpers.
“How many, babe?”
“I...I don't know,” Taehyung says. His chest rises and falls rapidly, sweat accumulates in the dips between his prominent bones, gleams on the beads of his spine. Seokjin slides his hand up Taehyung's ass and along his vertebrae, presses on his nape before he tangles his fingers in Taehyung's hair and yanks him up to look at him. Taehyung whines, and Seokjin can't stop himself from kissing him. There's something devastating about the way Taehyung always surges to meet him, how he opens his mouth and sucks at Seokjin's tongue and makes these small sounds like this is the best thing he's ever felt.
Seokjin knows that for him at least, it is.
There's nothing he loves more than kissing Taehyung. Their mouths locked together, drinking each other's spit and need. It fans the flames of desire that reside as an eternal ember in his gut, ready for the slightest breeze to turn them into a consuming fire. He burns with it, with his want for Taehyung and he opens his mouth and kisses him deeper. Cups the side of his face and licks into him, moans at his taste.
“How many, Tae?”
Taehyung gasps and ruts forward, his hard cock rubs on Seokjin's slacks. Seokjin kisses him again, touches his lips to Taehyung's jaw and drags them to his ear.
“I think thirty to start. Ten for teasing me, ten for cheating to win the bet and ten....Ten for sharing what's supposed to be only mine on TV.”
Taehyung whimpers, calls. “Seokjin,” in a choked out voice and arches his back, presents his ass up for Seokjin to do whatever he wants. Seokjin groans, lands a quick slap that has Taehyung nearly flying off of his lap.
“One,” Taehyung moans.
“Good boy,” Seokjin praises. He lets go of Taehyung's face and Taehyung bends down properly again. Seokjin gives him another slap, then another and another before he squeezes the globe of one cheek and parts it to the side, eyes devouring the sight of lace riding up Taehyung's ass. Taehyung whines and rocks back against air and Seokjin complies and spanks him again.
“Ten,” Taehyung yelps. “Eleven.”
“You're doing really well, baby,” Seokjin praises. He leans down and kisses Taehyung's shoulder blades, sucks marks onto the rounds of his deltoids and bites on his nape. Taehyung bucks like a wild animal, dips his waist down to raise his ass more.
“Hyung, hyung come on. Finish the spanks so you can fuck me already,” he urges. And normally, Seokjin would add ten more spanks for the impatience but he's doing worse. His cock is aching and his heart is screaming, reminding him of long, horrible seven days without Taehyung's body pressed against his, without his sweet moans and the heavenly feel of them being as close as humanly possible, Seokjin surrounded by Taehyung and drowning in his smell.
“Get up,” he orders, voice shot to hell. Taehyung whimpers, starts to move but Seokjin can't wait for it to happen. He drags him up and flips them around. Taehyung's knees hook over the edge of the bed with Seokjin between them. They're kissing already, teeth clicking together and no finesse, just aching need.
Seokjin gasps when he pulls back, yanks at his clothes. He wants to fucking burn them, how dare they keep him away from Taehyung. Taehyung's deft fingers make quick work of his belt and zipper and they both struggle to push Seokjin's slacks and underwear off of him.
Seokjin falls down, fits their ribs together and Taehyung lets out a small sob at the feeling of skin on skin. Seokjin shudders, kisses whatever spot he can reach and tries to bring Taehyung closer. They're grinding and rutting, hips moving in circles. Seokjin's cock is scratched by Taehyung's lace but the heat of them gets through, the wetness of Taehyung's precome leaking, dampening the material and driving Seokjin crazier. There's no way he can stop now, so he doesn't slow down.
He attaches their lips and thrusts hard and Taehyung responds with the same fervor, fucks his hips up to get more friction and kisses Seokjin back like it's their last kiss. They grope at each other's flesh and cling. Seokjin slides his hand along Taehyung's arm, forearm and fits their palms together, threads their fingers and squeezes.
Taehyung's legs tighten around his waist and he huffs in frustration on Seokjin's ear. Seokjin sucks a mark on his neck as he speeds his hips up, thrusting wildly.
“Hyung, hyung. More, more please, please.”
Seokjin groans, he reaches between them with his free hand and tugs at Taehyung's panties, hooks the elastic band below his balls and crams their cocks together. He lets out a strangled sound at the contact, starts jacking them up together. Taehyung looks up at him with glassy eyes and messy hair, his lips swollen red from kisses but he still pouts them up and asks for more. Seokjin isn't strong enough to deny him, he never wants to. He kisses him again, soft this time. Slow.
“Come for me, love.”
Taehyung seizes up, explodes, a broken cry of Seokjin's name falling from his mouth. Seokjin laps it up and shuts his eyes as the heat of Taehyung's release triggers his own.
He collapses on Taehyung's chest, one of his knees slips off the mattress and they end up tangled with their legs hanging off of the bed. Neither of them cares. Seokjin wipes his hands on the sheets and grips Taehyung's hair, plants firm kisses all over his face and Taehyung digs his nails into Seokjin's back and pulls him in.
“We're never,” Seokjin says, every word dotted with a kiss to Taehyung's flushed, sweaty skin. “Ever,” kiss. “Doing this,” kiss. “Fucking bet,” kiss. “Again.”
Taehyung nods and moves his hands to frame Seokjin's head and draw him into a long kiss.
Eventually, they clean up and climb up the bed properly. Taehyung curls on Seokjin's chest and they share lazy, languid kisses.
“I'm still telling everyone you broke first,” Taehyung says, nips on Seokjin's bottom lip. Seokjin laughs.
“I don't care,” he says. Gives Taehyung a loud, smacking kiss. “I love you.”
Taehyung's eyes soften. “I love you, too.”
Seokjin smiles, brings Taehyung into another kiss and swears he'll never let a day pass without kissing him again.
-End.