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Taehyung dances around the living room, laptop open on the coffee table and showing his perfect grades. Jungkook watches him from the kitchen with a little smile on his face. Taehyung eventually dances his way over to the kitchen to wrap his arms around his boyfriend. “I passed all my classes with top grades. I haven’t done that before, ever.”
He knows part of it comes from being with Jungkook. He sleeps better here than he did in his other place since it’s quieter and has better beds. He doesn’t have to do as much housework, doesn’t have to cook as often, is eating better. All of these things help, and he gives Jungkook an extra big kiss to thank him.
“Congratulations,” Jungkook says, kissing him back. “I knew you could do it.”
“Thanks for your support.” Taehyung rests his head on his chest. “I wish there was a way I could treat you to thank you.”
“Well…” Taehyung looks up to see Jungkook wiggling his eyebrows at him, and Taehyung giggles at him. “We could always head to the bedroom.”
They could, but it’s the middle of the afternoon! “Or maybe you could make plans for us hang out, and we could do something fun tonight to celebrate.”
Jungkook starts to consider it, focus drifting away from him before looking down with a smile. “It’s Wednesday, a slower day at the clubs. How would you feel about checking out one of the clubs? We’ll go to a nicer one, one that’s not so in your face, and we can meet up with the guys again.”
“Are you sure?” Taehyung asks, not sure that a strip club is the best place to hang out with friends. “That just doesn't seem like the best place to celebrate or to spend sober time with friends." He can admit that being drunk at a strip club together could be a little less awkward.
“I’m sure,” Jungkook promises. “We spend time at these clubs all the time. It's not as sleazy as the clubs they talk about in the news or use to scare kids to stay in school. Think more like private club with poles for dancers. Some booths are set up for focus on a particular dancer upon request, and the tables are focused on the main stage and whatever dancers are on shift at the time.”
Taehyung wants to see the others, would enjoy seeing them again, but he’s still not completely sold on the club thing. Even dance clubs aren’t really his thing, and they’re still talking about a strip club no matter how nice Jungkook makes it sound. He really isn’t sure, but he knows that Jungkook likes to push him, and he knows Jungkook will listen if he says he has to leave.
“Would we have dinner there too, or just after dinner entertainment?” Taehyung asks.
“Whatever you prefer,” Jungkook says.
It might be smarter to do dinner somewhere else, so he knows dinner will be comfortable, but he might as well just go for it. “Why don’t we go for dinner too? I’m sure you can call everyone to schedule things?”
“I can handle that,” Jungkook promises, pulling him in for another kiss. “You have plans for the day?”
“Doing nothing at all for as long as I can until I have to get ready for dinner,” Taehyung says. “I don’t have work, I don’t have class, and I’m going to enjoy it.”
Jungkook laughs while moving away so he can grab his laptop bag and his coffee. “Well, have fun doing nothing. I’ll be in the office this morning, out and about in the afternoon. If you need me, call me.”
Taehyung nods and settles in to enjoy his day of nothing. He’s got great leftovers for lunch, but eventually it’s time for dinner and the club, and he has to figure out what to wear. He doesn’t want to wear his school clothes because that seems wrong, but he doesn’t really have clubwear. Maybe Jungkook has something he could borrow.
He starts with his own clothes, heading to the spare room where his clothes are. Jungkook made room for him in the master when Taehyung officially moved in, but he likes having the spare bedroom for his things his own space. Maybe later they’ll combine things, but not quite yet. Flipping through his shirts, he confirms that he doesn’t have any shirts to wear in a club.
Taehyung does have pants though. He pulls out the black super skinny jeans Jimin bought him last year. He has to lie down to get them on, but once on and buttoned, they’re not too bad. There's just enough room in the front to be okay, but he really hopes the dancing doesn’t turn him on too much.
Besides, they're not even the best part. The best part is the lace panties he's wearing to protect his dick from the zipper while avoiding awkward panty lines. He loves the way the lace makes him feel, sexy and dainty, and he hopes they'll be a nice surprise for Jungkook later on.
For a shirt, he heads to Jungkook’s closet. Business shirt after business shirt, he flips through them all wondering if there’s anything else in his closet. Taehyung sees him in tee shirts and polos sometimes, but those aren’t generally kept in a closet.
He moves further and further back in the closest, flipping through the shirts. When he reaches the back of the left side of the closet, something glints, catching his eye. Curious, Taehyung pushes the shirts out of the way and stares when he recognizes what’s in the back of the closet.
A gun.
Two guns, actually.
Taehyung stares at them, curious because he’s never seen one in person before, just in movies and tv. One is black, all straight lines and boxy feeling. The other, the one that caught his eye, is a shiny silver and has more round edges. He’s not super familiar with gun terminology, but he thinks it’s a revolver since there’s a section that looks like it’ll spin around.
“Hey babe, what are you doi- Oh.” Taehyung jumps, turning back over his shoulder to see Jungkook in the closet with him. He's allowed in the closet, but he still feels like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't. “You weren’t supposed to see that. What are you doing all the way back in here?”
Taehyung doesn’t say anything for a moment. Jungkook doesn’t sound mad, and he doesn't scare Taehyung, but the guns serve as a strong reminder that Jungkook isn’t just the loving boyfriend he knows. He takes a deep breath and explains, “I was looking for a shirt to borrow for tonight because I don’t have clubwear.”
“Oh.” Jungkook reaches out a hand, and Taehyung takes it to get pulled to the middle of the right side of the closet. “Fun stuff is here.”
They look through the shirts in silence until a lace shirt catches his eye. It’s a black, floral lace over a dark grey backing. It’ll be tight on his torso and arms, making him look his absolute best. And it'll compliment his panties perfectly. “This doesn’t really look like something you’d wear.”
Jungkook laughs, a happy sound but not as full as normal. “It was a gag gift from Namjoon. I’ve never worn it, and I’m not sure it even fits. If you like it, and if it fits you, it’s yours.”
“Thanks.” Taehyung pulls off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor, then pulls on the lace shirt. It fits snug, but he knows it’ll look great. He poses, looking up at Jungkook from under his lashes. “What do you think?”
Jungkook smiles at him, soft and caring, reaching out to pull him close so their chests and thighs bump together. “Beautiful as usual, babe.” He kisses Taehyung before pulling back with a sigh. “Are you okay? With what you found?”
“Are they always back there?” Taehyung asks, not meeting Jungkook’s eyes right now because he doesn’t really want to yet.
“No. I have several gun safes around the place that no one can get into without the key card,” Jungkook says. “I was tired the other night and didn’t put them away the way I should have, and then I forgot,” he admits.
“How many guns are there here?”
There’s a moment of silence, then, “Ten.”
Taehyung swallows. That’s a lot of guns. That said, he’s been here for months with them there, and nothing bad happened. So does it really change anything, knowing that the guns are there if they’re going to be there anyway? “Do you want me to know how to use them?”
“No!” Jungkook puts a hand under Taehyung’s chin so he can make their eyes meet. “I know that being with me puts you in my world. That doesn’t mean you have to do anything in it. I don’t want you at my meetings, I don’t want you knowing all the details, and I don’t want you to be violent if that’s not who you are. So if you don’t want to see a gun ever again, I’ll do everything I can to make sure it happens that way.”
Taehyung sighs, not surprised by the answer, more comfortable meeting Jungkook’s eyes now that he’s a little more settled. He knows Jungkook cares about him, wants to keep him away from the nastier sides of his business, but it really helps to hear it again.
“I don’t want to learn how to use a gun,” he tells Jungkook, “and I agree that I hope I don’t ever have to need one. But I know who you are, and I know that means you’re not just a businessman. If having guns in the apartment makes us safer, then okay. I don’t mind having them around, but I don’t really appreciate the surprise.”
“I’ll make sure it doesn't happen again,” Jungkook swears, kissing him again. “I’ll show you where the guns safes are so you can know and shouldn’t be surprised by anything. Do you want to know anything else?”
“I don’t think so,” Taehyung says, “but I reserve the right to change my mind if I have questions later on.”
“Always,” Jungkook assures him. “I’ll get dressed, and I’ll take care of those before we leave for the club. Do you need anything else before we leave?”
“Um…” Taehyung fiddles with the hem of his shirt. “Are you going to have a gun when we go to the club?” Just how many times has he been around guns without knowing?
Jungkook looks at him before starting to pull off his work jacket, hanging it up on the left side of the closet. “Yes, I will. I have one whenever I leave the house. If we were going somewhere I might take off my jacket, I’d consider not carrying one because someone else will have one, but tonight, I’ll carry it.”
“Okay.” That's a lot of times without him know. Taehyung kisses Jungkook's cheek and heads out of the closet and through to the living room where he sits on his phone, randomly scrolling through social media as a background to his thoughts. He didn’t realize just how prevalent the guns were in his new life. He meant it, that it doesn’t really bother him, but he has a feeling that if he has to see them come out, see them be used, he’s going to have some issues. For now, he’s just going to see how he feels and talk to Jungkook if anything changes. That’s worked for them so far, and that should continue to work.
When Jungkook appears in the living room, he looks a little hesitant, but he manages to get a smile on his face. “Ready?”
“Yeah.” Taehyung gets up and shoves his phone in his pocket. Well, he tries, but they’re too tight, so he just holds onto it. He goes over to his boyfriend and just looks at him for a moment. “You don’t believe me, do you? That the guns don’t bother me.”
Jungkook sighs. “No, not yet. I think I will but…” He trails of, pulling Taehyung down onto the sofa next to him, hands moving while he tries to find his words. “Most of my prior partners, they wanted the prestige, the money, and they knew it came with certain drawbacks. But you’re not here for the money. You’re here for me, the positive parts, and I don’t always get why you stay when you see the not so positive parts.”
What? He’s always so strong and confident around Taehyung, seeing him as less than confident is a surprise. Taehyung gets off the sofa to crouch in front of Jungkook, not getting into his lap because he doesn’t want this to be sexual at all. “You’re caring, not only about me but random people who ask you for help like that girl at school and all of your employees of all kinds. You’re smart which is awesome. You’re driven and have dreams which shows your strength. I love all of that about you, and that’s why I’m staying. I’ll put up with the guns because that’s just another part of you. The money?” He shrugs. “Sure, it’s nice, and it does nice things, but I’d love you even if we were both working at a coffee shop to support ourselves through school.”
Jungkook stares at him before reaching down and wrapping him up in a massive hug. He doesn’t say anything, just hugs Taehyung super close, holds him tight. Taehyung pats his back and hugs him as tight as he can. “Thank you,” Jungkook says, still hugging him close. “Did you mean that?”
“Every word,” Taehyung says, dead serious.
Moving back, Jungkook scans his face. “You love me?”
Taehyung blinks at Jungkook, thinking back over what he said. He didn’t even realize that he’d said that, but now that he has, Taehyung just shrugs. “Yeah, I meant it.” He nods because he’s not going to lie about his feelings.
Jungkook looks at him for a moment longer than chuckles. “I really wish we didn’t have plans for tonight.”
Smiling, Taehyung works his way to his feet, holding out a hand to Jungkook. “Consider it foreplay, hours of foreplay so that tonight is even better.”
Jungkook laughs this time, the big, full laughter Taehyung didn’t get to hear earlier in the closet. “I’ll keep you too that. You going to let me eat your ass again tonight?”
“If that’s what it takes to get you through dinner with your friends.” Taehyung pushes Jungkook out of the apartment, stealing the keys from him to lock up behind them. “Chop chop.” Jungkook laughs again, and Taehyung smiles, glad to see him so happy again after the conversations earlier. He loves his happy boyfriend.
When they reach the club, Taehyung looks at the outside of the building and just kind of shrugs. He’s not quite sure what he expected to see, but this boring building apparently wasn’t it. It’s not like they could have neon lights advertising what goes on inside. They’d be shut down in a heartbeat if the police had that much evidence.
Jungkook gives him a side eye, and Taehyung smiles while reaching over to wrap an arm around his so Jungkook can lead him inside. His boyfriend relaxes a little and escorts him inside the club. The doorman recognizes him and lets them inside without fuss which Taehyung could get used to. Waiting in line for the club sucks, especially in the winter.
Inside, the first word that comes to mind is sumptuous. Dark red walls make the large space feel small, and the booths add to that sense even more. Thick cushions and deep shadows make each booth seem like its own little space. The tables filling the middle of the room, the main space, seem a lot more exposed, but the high winged chairs give a sense of privacy. Then again, it’s not like you can tell anyone who you see here because then you admit to being here.
The oddest thing is the poles. Taehyung looks at them as they walk past heading to what looks like a massive booth in the back. In such a rich space with high ceilings and fancy fabrics and nice finishes, shiny metallic poles used only for one thing just feels odd. Part of him wonders if they can be painted another color so they don’t stand out so much, but another, smaller part that he’s not willing to address yet wonders what it’s like to dance on one of those poles himself.
Would Jungkook want to see him dance like that?
When they reach the booth at the back, Taehyung smiles at Jin and Namjoon, happy to see others already there. He slips into the booth and bumps shoulders with Jin who hands him a plate of dumplings already. “We ordered appetizers while waiting for you slowpokes.”
“Sorry, not sorry,” Taehyung says while taking the plate of food. “We had to have a conversation, and it delayed us a bit.”
“A conversation?” Jin wiggles his eyebrows as Taehyung chews and swallows. “Is that what you’re calling it now?”
“No, we actually were talking,” Taehyung defends himself, Jungkook nodding in support.
Jin stops teasing with a little shrug. “Did it go well?”
Taehyung remembers telling Jungkook that he loves him and smiles at his boyfriend with a nod. “Yeah, it went well.” It could have been awesome, if Jungkook had said it back, but everyone feels things at different pace, and he doesn’t want to hear empty words just to try and make him feel better. He knows Jungkook cares for him, and actions are enough right now.
“Good. I’m so glad you’re here tonight,” Jin continues, stealing a dumpling of his own. “One of the dancers here, Minmin, is my favorite. He’s super cute but really sexy, and we’re friends too. I want you to meet him today. I bet you could be great friends.”
“I’m always up for new friends,” Taehyung says. It’ll be nice to have friends who already know about this side of his life so he doesn’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing. Knowing him, if he starts to trust someone too much, there’s definitely a chance of that. He's never had many friends though, just classmates he would wave at in passing or might share a table with at the library or the coffee shop.
“Minmin’s on today,” Hobi says, joining them on their side of the booth, Yoongi heading to the other side to sit with Namjoon and Jungkook. “He’ll be out after we have dinner, so he’ll be over at our table.”
“Good.” Jin nods while stealing the last of the dumplings. Taehyung pouts because he only got one of those, so they’d better bring more out.
It’s one of Jungkook’s places, so of course they have more food. There will be more than enough food for all of them; they just have to be patient. After the appetizers, Taehyung wiggles his way under the table to move over to the other side and come up next to Jungkook. After everything this afternoon, he just wants to sit with him.
“Hello, babe.” Jungkook looks bemused but leans over to press a kiss to his cheek. “You okay?”
Taehyung shrugs, reaching over to snag a piece of pork off Jungkook’s plate. “Wanted to be closer to you.” He looks up at him with big eyes, daring him to say anything.
He doesn’t, just smiles at him. “Alright, babe, whatever you need.” They eat side by side until everyone's eaten their fill. As a half naked server removes their plates, Jungkook looks over to the others at the table. “Are we ready for Minmin to come out?”
Everyone nods, and Jungkook gestures at a server Taehyung can’t see. The lights around their booth change slightly, darkening over them and emphasizing the stage a little more. Taehyung settles in, curious to see what Minmin looks like, what dancing at a club looks like. He’s never seen a stripper dance before.
The man who comes out to grab the pole and start walking around it is dainty but also looks really strong. Delicate lace covers his crotch, heavy enough to hide his dick but fading away in the back. The only other part covered is his face with a mask that reminds Taehyung of a masquerade. He hoists himself up the pole to slowly spin around in descending spirals. It’s not sexy to Taehyung, but maybe this is just the warmup and things will change later.
Rolling his hips side to side, the dancer moves away from the pole to walk up to the edge of the stage. He actually jumps off to walk over to the table, dancing up against Jin’s side for a moment before waving his fingers and moving across the table. As he gets closer, Taehyung realizes that he knows those moles and freckles. “Jimin?”
Everyone at the table stares at Taehyung as the dancer freezes. Taehyung wiggles over Jungkook's lap until he can get out of the booth to stand in front of the dancer. When he meets his eyes, he knows for sure. He knows his friend. “How long have you been here?”
Jimin looks behind Taehyung and must see what he needs because he reaches up to take off the mask while heading to a table to grab a chair. As he walks back, Taehyung sees the difference in his walk, just a normal walk now instead of a sexy dancer walk. He sits down in his chair, gesturing for Taehyung to sit too. Jungkook wraps an arm around his waist to pull him into his lap.
“I’ve been here for six months,” Jimin says, pulling his legs up to wrap his arms around them which gives him a little more modesty. “I lost my job on campus, and I couldn’t find a new one, so I got desperate.” He looks up at Taehyung. “I’m not ashamed, but I didn’t want to you to judge me.”
Taehyung feels a little hurt that his friend would expect him to leave him behind just because he took a nontraditional job. Then again, many people would, so he can’t really blame him. “I don’t care, I don’t. I can’t lie, being with Jungkook changed the way I see things, but I wouldn’t have walked away.” He stops to think about it for a moment. “Well, I might have needed a couple of days.”
Jimin smiles at him. “Sounds like you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” He reaches out to grab Taehyung's hands, and they squeeze each other's hands tight.
“You did what you had to do.” Taehyung doesn’t blame him for protecting himself. He can’t. “Although that kind of explains why you weren’t worried about me dating Jungkook at all.”
“No, I’ve seen him here, heard about him with others, so I wasn’t worried.” Jimin looks up at Jungkook. “And he’s not stupid enough to hurt someone as good as you.”
Taehyung blushes at the compliment while snuggling back into Jungkook’s chest. “He’s a good person too.”
“No shit. I would have pushed you away if he wasn’t.” Jimin stands up with a big stretch, coming down back into a little sexy dancer pose. “Now, personal stuff done, can I get back on stage? I have a shift to work.” He winks at them even as Taehyung puffs up at the idea of Jimin not getting paid because of him.
“Don’t worry,” Hobi says, pulling attention over to him. “You’re covered tonight no matter what happens. Besides, a little real-life drama, even if doesn’t boil over into anything crazy is a good enough show.”
Jimin smirks, popping out a hip and putting a hand on it. “Any time I’m around, you’re going to get a show.” He picks up the mask, to toss it to the table, then turns to head back to the stage, wiggling his ass with every step, and Taehyung giggles at his friend’s actions.
“I don’t know about you guys,” Taehyung says once Jimin’s back on stage and starting to dance again, “but I can’t see him as sexy. It’s just my friend Jimin.”
“You don’t have to see it as sexy,” Hobi tells him. “Jimin’s attractive, and you can just appreciate the aesthetic of his form and the way he moves.” The others nod along, supporting his position.
Taehyung considers it for a moment and has to agree. You can appreciate the beauty in something without being turned on. He settles even further in Jungkook’s lap, wanting to see his best friend dance and show him what he’s good at.
After a while, Taehyung gets antsy. He’s a little more turned on than he expected to be, but it’s not just Jimin. Taehyung wants to do this. He wants to get up on a stage and learn how to move around a pole and turn people on. He wants to make Jungkook look at him like that, like that businessman across the room is staring at Jimin’s ass.
Bending down to take off his shoes and socks, Taehyung pushes up from the table and heads over to the stage. He looks up at Jimin who sees him and holds out a hand immediately to help him up on the stage. “You want to turn on your boyfriend?”
“Yes, please.” He loves that his friend knows him so well.
Jimin starts showing him some moves, how to grip the pole, how to wrap a leg around it, how to role his body up into the pole like he does against Jungkook’s body. Taehyung doesn’t expect it to be easy, to know how to do it perfectly right away, but it’s still frustrating that he can’t do much more than take a few steps around the pole to build minimal momentum for a few spins.
“Take your pants off,” Jimin says with a little shrug, watching over his shoulder and picking up on Taehyung's struggles. “It’s not like anyone here will care.”
Taehyung bites his lip and looks back at the table to Jungkook and the others. Jungkook looks up at him, a little concerned. He gives Taehyung a thumbs up before turning it down then spreading his hands in a question. Taehyung gives him a thumbs up before working on his belt and wiggling his way out of his pants, tossing them to the floor. Not a sexy set of moves at all, but he'll do better soon.
Jimin looks him up and down then comes over to unbutton his shirt. “Leave it on and open. It’ll look sexier that way, and it shouldn’t affect your dancing.” Taehyung doesn’t argue, clearly not the expert here. "Besides, it looks really good with your panties."
Oh, shit. How did he forget about that? He blushes and can't look at the table because he doesn't want to know what the others are thinking. At least he knows that his ass looks good in lace panties. So he stiffens his spine and straightens up to look at Jimin who smirks at him. "Now what?"
“Follow me and do what you can.” He gestures at a pole a few feet away, far enough away to be on its own, but they could easily work together. Both are aimed at the table where Jungkook and the others watch.
Grabbing the pole, Jimin bends backwards while rolling his hips and thrusting a few times. Once he’s far enough back he can put his free hand on the floor, he starts lifting his left leg until he’s doing the splits. When he lowers his leg, he makes sure to straddle the pole so he can grind up against it as he works his way up to standing again.
Taehyung has no idea if he can do that, but he decides to give it a shot. He grabs the pole and walks around a few times to then do a few spins, building up his courage. When he starts bending back, he puts his faith in the pole and realizes it’s safe and stable. He can’t do the full splits, but he can raise a leg to then wrap it against the pole to then hump it. That’s easy enough, and as he stands back up, hips rolling and grinding, he realizes it’s turning him on as much as just thinking about dancing did.
He just rolls with what he feels like doing, turning around to slide down the pole while still holding on above his head. When he gets low enough his ass touches his heels, he spreads his legs to show off to Jungkook, using his free hand to tease his nipples. Jimin isn’t the only one wearing lace underwear, and Taehyung knows he looks good right now.
Standing back up, Taehyung builds up momentum then pulls himself up to spin around with his legs out behind him, slightly spread and giving Jungkook a different view. When he comes back to standing, he pulls up to kick his legs from one side to the other, fanning them back and forth a few times. He then puts his back to the table and holds on while popping his hips from side to side.
All the moves make him feel good, but he wishes he knew how to do more. He just keeps trying and doing different things, hoping he doesn’t look stupid. Taehyung works on pulling himself up the pole, separating his legs on either side to spin and grind while coming back down to the floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jimin spinning around, arms out wide, looking like he’s flying.
He knows he can’t do it all the way up the pole, but Taehyung does his best to copy it. He builds momentum, starts climbing up the pole with his arms and between his legs. Once high enough to feel good about it, he locks the pole in the back of his right knee, holds tight with his right hand, then holds his left arm out and his left leg straight so his foot is planted against the pole. He spins a few times, slowly sliding down and reaching the floor just as it starts to feel uncomfortable.
Deciding to stay a little safer on the ground now, Taehyung does some small spins again before rubbing up against the pole and grinding again. The thing that made him feel best was squatting down and spreading his legs to tease the others, playing with his own body while on display, and he throws his head back on a gasp as he makes himself feel good.
It’s not until someone grabs his arms and pulls him up that Taehyung realizes that he closed his eyes. He opens them to see Jungkook staring down at him, eyes dark and a small growl in his chest. “Enough. We’re leaving.” He doesn’t give Taehyung time to grab his pants or shoes, just pulls him through the back of the club and out to an alley where the car already waits for them.
The car takes off as soon as the door shuts, and Taehyung turns to Jungkook, worried that he did something wrong, that he made him mad. “What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?”
“Wrong?” Jungkook looks back at him, breathing heavy. “Fuck babe, you did everything right. Looked so fucking hot up there, turned me on, and I don’t want anyone else seeing you like that. You’re mine, and no one else needs to see you like that. It’s mine to see.”
Taehyung stares at Jungkook for a moment, processing, then he rushes to get into Jungkook’s lap, not caring that they’re in a car. “You think I was hot?”
“I know you were fucking sexy,” Jungkook growls, hand coming up to grip the back of his head. “And I don’t want anyone else to see you like that ever again.” He uses his grip to pull Taehyung in for a kiss, and Taehyung just holds on for the ride.
It’s a kiss, sure, lips pressed together, moving together, a little bit of tongue here and there too. But it’s also not a kiss, too violent and needy for that. As Taehyung lets Jungkook take what he needs, he realizes it’s more of a statement, a declaration of possession. If anyone else could see this, they would immediately know that Taehyung belongs to Jungkook. And as much as Taehyung knows he’s his own person, he doesn’t mind it.
He doesn’t mind belonging.
When Jungkook ends the kiss, they’re both panting messes, and Taehyung reaches down to press the palm of his hand against his dick. He’s hard, really hard, and he hopes they get home soon. Jungkook pulls his head in again, but this time just rests their foreheads together. “I fucking love you. I know I didn’t say it earlier, and we’re all riled up now, but I mean it. Showing off sexy, having dinner together, frustrated with classes, I love every aspect of you all the time, Taehyung.”
Taehyung smiles at him, not sure what to say. He knows this isn’t just about feeling sexy and being aroused because Jungkook has said things like he loves his ass, he loves kissing him. Now he’s saying he loves Taehyung, and that means everything. Even the profanity makes it feel more serious because Jungkook has to feel really strongly to lose the filter he keeps on his language. “I love you too.”
They stay with their foreheads pressed together, eyes meeting, just sitting together until the car comes to a stop. Jungkook doesn’t wait for the door to open, scooping Taehyung into his arms and opening the door himself, heading directly to the private elevator. Taehyung’s so grateful for it because while he doesn’t mind being in his shirt and underwear at the club, when only Jungkook and his friends can see, he doesn’t want to go through the condo building like this.
He keeps his arms around Jungkook’s neck, his legs around his waist, and he get carried all the way to the bedroom where Jungkook taps his ass. Taehyung unwinds his legs and looks up at Jungkook. The heat of arousal from the club and the car has died down a little, but he’s still more than ready for sex. Jungkook looks him up and down, sucking in a breath. “I’m going to get undressed, take care of my things. You need to go to the bathroom, start prepping yourself. I don’t want to hurt you, and I’m going to move fast when I get my hands on you.”
Taehyung knows Jungkook won’t hurt him on purpose, but accidents happen. He appreciates the chance to start prepping himself for sex. He's the one who takes off his underwear which means it's not a present for Jungkook, but at least he got to see it on while he was dancing. Fingering himself is not sexy at all like this, the slightly awkward angle of fingering his ass open, and his hard on fades a bit, but he knows it’ll be worth it. He manages to get three fingers inside himself before he hears something behind him.
Looking up in the mirror, Taehyung meets Jungkook’s eyes while still working himself open. Jungkook swallows before walking up and pulling Taehyung’s hand free. “You open enough for me, babe, or do you need more time?” His hands run up and down Taehyung’s side, soft but needy, and nowhere near hurting.
“I need more,” he admits while stretching forward to wash his hands. He needs at least his four fingers, Jungkook’s are better since they’re thicker, before he’s ready.
“Wanna open you up with my cock,” Jungkook says, gaze dropping down to Taehyung ass, kneading the cheeks even as his thumb starts pulling on his rim. “Gonna let me try?”
Taehyung swallows, not sure. It sounds hot, his cock hardening again at the idea of Jungkook using his cock to force his ass open, but he’s worried it might hurt. He knows Jungkook will listen to him if it becomes too much, so he braces himself on the counter and wiggles his ass. “I’m green, Kookie.”
Understanding the message, Jungkook grabs the lube and slicks up his cock. “Tell me if it doesn’t work, babe.” Planting his hands on Taehyung’s hips, Jungkook lines up his cock and starts pushing forward.
It stretches and burns, but it makes his cock harder, not softer. Taehyung moans, head falling forward as the feelings start overwhelming him. He’s only touched on his hips and his ass, a small part of his body, but he can feel it everywhere. It feels so good, so, so good, and Taehyung wishes they had tried this before. “More, Kookie, please. Need to feel all of you in me.” It’s really just the tip right now, and that’s never been enough for him.
Jungkook responds by pushing forward, slow and steady until Taehyung’s ass rests against the cradle of his thighs. He runs a hand down the middle of his back, and Taehyung shivers which makes his cock shift in his ass. Taehyung moans, and Jungkook laughs. “Like what you feel?”
“Love it,” Taehyung says, hands on the edge of the counter to push back and try to get his cock even deeper in him. The burn has faded, and now Taehyung wants more. “Fuck me, Kookie please.”
“Whatever you want,” Jungkook says, hands tightening on his hips. He starts fucking him, hard enough that Taehyung’s cock bumps against the doors under the sink. The sound of skin on skin fills the bathroom, echoing off the marble floors, mixing with the sound of Taehyung’s moans and Jungkook’s grunts. Neither of them has the capacity to say anything, just holding on for the ride as they get closer and closer to their orgasms.
Every other stroke of Jungkook’s cock hits his prostate, and Taehyung knows he’s making a mess of the cabinets. It’s awesome, but not quite enough. When he reaches for his cock, Jungkook slaps his hand away. “Tell me what you need, babe. You just take it.”
Can you be a pillow princess if you’re bent over the bathroom sink?
“Touch my dick,” Taehyung begs, clenching his ass down on Jungkook’s trying to incentivize him. Jungkook does exactly as requested, fisting Taehyung’s cock and stroking hard. It’s not great without lube, but the roughness highlights the pleasure from his ass, and it’s not long before Taehyung cums with a shout, Jungkook fucking him through the whole thing.
Even when he’s done, Jungkook keeps fucking him, still hard in his ass. It’s almost too much, right on the edge, but he wants Jungkook to take what he needs. “What do you need?” He twists enough to look at Jungkook over his shoulder. “Want you to cum too.” There’s no way he can be happy if Jungkook doesn’t cum too.
Jungkook grits his teeth and shakes his head, still pumping his hips even as his even pace falters, starting to become irregular. “Just a little more.”
He thinks he means time, but Taehyung wants to do more. Reaching down between his legs, he finds Jungkook’s balls, rolling them across his fingers, tugging the sac down just a little. Jungkook’s movements stutter, and then he’s cumming ropes deep in Taehyung’s ass. He collapses over Taehyung’s back, the bathroom counter the only thing holding them up right now.
He has no idea how long they stay still like that, but his legs are starting to get sore, and he knows he’s going to have lines in his skin from the edges when they stand up. Taehyung taps at Jungkook’s thigh, and he sighs but stands up, pulling Taehyung with him. Both are on wobbly legs as they move to the shower to clean up before heading to bed. It’s a little early for them, especially for the weekend, but they’re done.
Jungkook tucks him under the blankets before wrapping him in his arms. Taehyung closes his eyes but waits to see what Jungkook’s going to say. It’s not too long before he finally does speak up. “I love you, babe.”
Taehyung rolls over in his arms to kiss him back. “Love you too.”
“You looked beautiful on stage.” Jungkook pauses to take a few deep breaths. “Is that something you want to do? Dance at a club?”
He knows his boyfriend means well, but Taehyung can’t help but laugh. “No, I don’t. I don’t want people to watch me dancing naked or mostly naked. But doing that for you?” He shrugs even though Jungkook can’t see it in the dark. “I think I want to learn how to do that.”
“We can get a pole in one of the spare rooms if you want,” Jungkook offers, and Taehyung laughs again.
“I can practice at one of the clubs, I’m sure, and you can just pay Jimin to teach me instead of dancing,” Taehyung says, not sure if he really has the authority to make that decision. “Then we can head out to the club when you want to watch, and I know you have to have a place with private rooms we can use.”
“I’ll shut down the club for the night if that’s what I want,” Jungkook says, hands roaming down his back to grab at his ass again. “As long as you let me keep you, you’re mine and no one else gets to see. You can practice in the mornings, before clubs open, or on the days we’re closed, and I’ll pay Jimin to teach you.” Jungkook pauses for a moment. “He’s smart enough to do more, and moving him to some management too might be a good plan.”
That’s way beyond his knowledge because Taehyung doesn’t know enough about the business to know what he needs. That said, he knows Jimin has the brains to be more than just a dancer. It’ll all come down to what he wants to do. “Can we talk about it in the morning? Because I’m a little tired now.”
Jungkook kisses him before rolling him back over to his other side, spooning him from behind again. “In the morning then.” They fall quiet, and the last thing Taehyung hears just before falling asleep is, “Love you.”