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Taehyung hits upload, waiting for the comments to flood in on his recent photo. He’ll end up deleting it tomorrow anyways, but for a brief moment in time, he enjoys the attention.

He tends to upload photos of himself on nights like this one, after long, lonely days without his boyfriend… when he’s stuck alone in a hotel room with time off as he waits for the next big event. Also, on nights when he’s drinking. Alcohol seems to fuel his courage. 

He gets an alert from Seokjin and immediately rushes to open the app, eyes quickly glancing over the comments to find the one he’s looking for. 

          Boyfriend material

Immediately, Taehyung panics. It’s not often that Seokjin even comments on his posts, but surely, this had to be a slip? Before he even realizes what he’s doing he deletes the comment. Then realizes how weird that might look and decides to delete the photo all together. Even if fans had seen the comment, they wouldn’t think anything of Taehyung’s action… he hopes. He deletes photos all the time.

Minutes later his phone is ringing and Taehyung knows before he even answers who’s calling.

“Why did you delete that photo?” Seokjin asks him immediately and Taehyung can’t believe he even has to ask.

“Why would you write that, Hyung?” Taehyung bursts out, his face getting hot.

“Because, it’s true.” Seokjin says bluntly. 

“You can’t comment that!” Taehyung argues. 

“Why? No one is going to think that it means anything. At least, nothing more than me just being nice. Plus, it’s way more suspicious now that you deleted it.” 

“No it’s not. I delete everything.”

“Not that quickly.” Seokjin laughs through the phone, and damn, Taehyung misses hearing it in person. “Why do you even do that? You need to keep your photos up.”

“No, I look gross.” 

“Shut up. You know that you don’t…”

Taehyung sighs. Of course Seokjin would say so. 

“You’re my boyfriend, so you’re pretty much obligated to say that.”

“I would say it regardless. You know I thought that before we even started dating right? You always look beautiful Voo.” 

Even after 2 years, Taehyung will never get tired being praised by Seokjin. It always makes him feel… a certain way.

“Is that the only reason you called? To ask about the photo?” Taehyung asks.

“Of course not. Am I not allowed to miss you?” 

“Yes.” Taehyung smiles to himself. “I miss you too. When are you gonna be here?”

They’re currently in different counties, Taehyung’s in America attending some fashion shows and Seokjin is still in Korea finishing up some vocals on a new solo track. He has plans meet with Seokjin in Los Angeles soon, but keeps having his schedule shifted. It’s a lot harder to be apart from him than Taehyung thought. They aren’t used to be apart for this long, and they are going on four days now. Taehyung’s going crazy.

“Not until Monday.”

Taehyung huffs out a loud whine. Two more days alone in the hotel with nowhere to go and nothing to do? It’s going to be boring as hell. 

“Have a drink with me?” Taehyung asks. Alcohol will help take his mind off of things, and Seokjin is always so entertaining over video chat. Seokjin agrees, redialing Taehyung so they can finally see one another through their screens.

“What do you got?” 

Taehyung pulls out some wine, showing Seokjin. Seokjin does the same.

“Ew… whiskey is disgusting.” Taehyung complains, as if he’s the one who is going to be drinking it.

Seokjin ignores him, pouring himself a glass, and Taehyung follows suit. They ‘cheers’ through the video screen, both taking a sip. 

They drink and talk a bit more after that, until Taehyung starts to feel a little sleepy. He settles back against his bed, propping up his phone the best he can on some pillows.

“You look so cute.” Seokjin says over the phone and Taehyung keens at the praise. He loves when Seokjin compliments him, smiling softly as he sets his drink down.

“Just sleepy.” Taehyung replies instead, resting his head on his arm. His dark hair hangs into his eyes as he stares at Seokjin through the phone. He knows he looks good, and he wants Seokjin to notice. 

Seokjin looks to be headed into his own room, where he changes as he talks to Taehyung, finally settling into his bed.

“What else did you get up to today?” Seokjin asks, “besides taking sexy photos of yourself?” 

For a minute he’s out of view after he drops the phone, presumably to fluff up his pillow in the way he always does before sleep.

“Nothing. Watched youtube videos and listened to music, like always. I’ve been bored as hell.”

“Are you bored right now?” Seokjin asks, quirking his eyebrow at Taehyung. 

“A little. But talking to you helps.” Taehyung says sweetly, shifting onto his back.

Seokjin has a particular gleam in his eye when he leans closer to the phone, and Taehyung’s eyes dart to Seokjin’s mouth, where he trails his tongue along his bottom lip slowly before saying, “I’m sure we can find something to do to cure the boredom…” 

And Taehyung knows exactly what he means. But he wants to torture Seokjin a bit by pretending he doesn’t. 

“It’s okay, I’ll probably be going to bed soon… I’m tired.” Taehyung fake yawns and then pretends to close his eyes. If Seokjin is frustrated that Taehyung didn’t take the bait, he doesn’t show it, instead he just continues. 

“Mmm, wish I could be there right next to you.”

And it’s too sweet to ignore, so Taehyung turns back to the video and grins at him. 

“Really? Where would you be laying, exactly?”

Jin smiles, happy that Taehyung is finally giving him something to work with. Seokjin shifts, bringing the phone closer to his face.

He whispers, softly, “Behind you. Kissing your neck slowly… my hand playing with the buttons on your shirt.” 

Taehyung can imagine what it would feel like to have Seokjin here with him. His skin is getting hot just from the words. God, he wishes Seokjin were really here right now. 

“Then I would brush my fingers underneath it so I could touch the skin on your stomach. And I’d trail my hand downwards…”

“Really? We’re doing this?” Taehyung interrupts, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Come on, you’re always bugging me to have phone sex with you.”

“I am not!” Taehyung complains, not sure why he’s feeling defensive. Because Seokjin isn’t wrong. He has mentioned it before. “Okay, maybe sometimes I’ve asked for it, but not always. And the few times I have you’ve refused… I didn’t think you were ever into it.”

“Yeah because you always pick the worst times to ask for it! Like when I’m dead tired or around to many people…”

“I just thought you found it lame.”

“No.” Seokjin says. “I just prefer the real you. So I can usually wait for it… And when I’m away from you I’m not always in the mood.”

“But you’re in the mood now?” Taehyung teases, biting his lip. 

“Yeah.” Seokjin says bluntly, “You looked sexy as hell in that photo… and I’m fucking horny.” Taehyung can’t help but laugh at the honesty. 
“It’s been eight days Taehyung-ah. We’ve never been apart this long. I miss you so much.”

“You miss me, or you miss having sex with me?” Taehyung teases. 

“Can’t I miss both?” Seokjin smirks and Taehyung can’t help but smile back. 

“You were the one that said the time apart would be easy…”

“Yeah, well, I was wrong.” 

Taehyung hates to admit that he loves hearing Seokjin say those words. And he loves that he’s been missed. That Seokjin is yearning for him.

“I don’t know if I’m up for it.” Taehyung lies, pouting at Seokjin through the screen. He wants Seokjin to work for this.

“Come onnnnnn baby… just humor me.”

Taehyung remains quiet, wanting to see how far he can push Seokjin. He quite enjoys listening to him whine. 

“Taehyung-ahhh!” Seokjin pouts, purposely sticking out his fat bottom lip and finally Taehyung caves, turning to face him. 

“Well, keep going then.” 

Seokjin smiles, and Taehyung can tell he feels a little bit shy but he continues regardless, describing the way his hands would dip into Taehyung’s pants and over his erection. 

Taehyung inadvertently groans out loud, just thinking about Seokjin’s hands on him. “Wish I could really feel you.” He says, and Seokjin’s face looks happy and a little flushed through the screen. 

“Fuck, VV, I’m so hard already just thinking about you.” 

“Me too.” Taehyung responds, his hand moving downwards immediately to  touch himself. 

“Show me…” Seokjin urges.

Taehyung tilts the camera downwards slightly, groping himself outside of his sweats.

“Put your hands inside…”

Taehyung follows instruction immediately, dipping his hand under the band of the sweatpants and grabbing himself, stroking slowly. He can feel his dick hardening quickly in his hands. Something about Seokjin instructing him right now when they can’t actually touch is such a turn on.

“Keep going, let me hear you.” Jin grunts and Taehyung feels slightly embarrassed. He knows he has absolutely no reason to, Seokjin’s seen him naked so many times, but over video it’s different.

“I’m shy.” Taehyung laughs, moving the camera back up to his face. 

“Come on Tae-ah… don’t stop. You don’t have to show me but I just wanna hear you.”

“Okay…” Taehyung agrees, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the pillow. His hand moves back down, snaking under his boxers to touch himself again. It’s much easier now knowing he can’t be seen, and he allows his small moans and heavy breathing to filter through the phone’s speaker so that Seokjin can hear. 

“Fuck, Taehyung… you sound so sexy. I wish I was there.”

“Yeah?” Taehyung whines, turning the phone back to his face as he bites on his lip. 

“Yeah. I’m so wet already just listening to you… are you?” 

He can hear Seokjin breathing heavily too. It’s so damn hot. 

“Yes.” Taehyung answers immediately, as he pushes the precome around on his dick, imagining how Seokjin looks right now in his room doing this same thing. 

“If I were there, I’d be kissing you all over… trailing my lips down your chest, sucking on your nipples, and then pressing my lips to your stomach, biting you all over and marking you up.” Seokjin’s voice is low and gravely as he talks, Taehyung pumping himself harder. “Then I’d take you in my hands… work you a few times before pushing my lips over your cock…”

Taehyung loves hearing Seokjin talk like this. They’ve done it before, but not nearly as often as they should. It’s so sexy, hearing Seokjin describe how he would suck Taehyung off. It’s getting Taehyung worked up far easier than even he predicted. 

“Seokjin-ah, I’m gonna cum soon…” Taehyung whines through the phone, his stomach muscles tightening as his orgasm builds.

“Wait!” Seokjin mutters, and Taehyung’s hand immediately stills, wondering why Seokjin is stopping him. Isn’t this what he wanted? “My phone is going to die, baby.” 

“What?” Taehyung asks, so completely frustrated. “Right now?”

“Wait for me to find my charger…” Seokjin laughs, and then Taehyung can see Seokjin’s face come back into view. His hair is a mess and he looks sweaty. He’s too fucking hot to be mad at but all Taehyung wants to do is whine and complain.

“But I was so close…” 

“I know… and you were so hot,” Seokjin smiles, and it annoys Taehyung that he’s not just as frustrated as Taehyung is to delay this. “But you have to wait for me okay? Don’t be naughty until after I get back…”

Taehyung’s about to protest again but Seokjin quickly hangs up the phone. Taehyung can’t even believe that just happened. 

Taehyung has half a mind to completely ignore Seokjin’s request and finish himself off anyways, but he knows that Seokjin will be disappointed in him if he does. Plus, he also enjoyed the thrill of phone sex and wants to try it again. He wants Seokjin to hear when he actually orgasms. 

He ignores his raging hard on and immediately opens up his weverse, ready to rant abut it... discreetly.

             >> When you’re about to have a drink over video call and the other person’s phone dies… 

Taehyung posts, and then adds a mad emoji at the end. His message is very vague, and coded, but he hopes that Seokjin will see the alert once his battery is back up and understands that Taehyung is talking about him. 

After about 6 minutes he has a response on his weverse post from Jin, and it reads, 

             > It’s charging now! Wait for me! 

Taehyung panics momentarily as he reads Seokjin’s response. So now everyone knows who he was talking about? This, along with the earlier comment is sure to look suspicious to anyone paying attention. He has half a mind to delete this post all together too, but decides against it. It would only add fuel to the fire. This comment is probably fine to stay. It doesn’t look like anything but friends hanging out.

Eventually Seokjin does video call him back, but it’s been 20 minutes and Taehyung is just feeling sleepy now, his earlier erection already died down. 

“Okay, okay, I’m here!” Seokjin says through the phone and Taehyung just sighs loudly, feeling tired.

“The moment is gone.”

“What?” Seokjin whines. “Nooooo, come on. I’m still hard as fuck…”

“Jin-Hyung!” Taehyung pouts. He really is tired, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t fun to tease Seokjin. 

“Please… I wanna hear you cum.”

Taehyung sighs. Just the words make his stomach flutter again and he knows that he is no match for Seokjin’s begging. 

“Touch yourself again.” Seokjin pleads and Taehyung breathes out in annoyance, but follows instruction regardless, dipping his hand back inside of his boxers. It doesn’t take long to get himself worked up again.

“Show me this time.” Seokjin mutters through the phone and Taehyung turns to glance at the screen, Seokjin’s beautiful face staring back at him. 

“No…” Taehyung whines, purposely pouting at him. 

“Why? You are never this shy in bed.” Seokjin says bluntly and Taehyung complains that it’s different over video. 

“Pleaseeeeeee, baby. For me?” Seokjin begs again.

The look on his face does it, and Taehyung gives in. He angles the camera downwards again, showing Seokjin how he’s stroking himself. You can’t really see anything, except for Taehyung’s hand inside his pants, but regardless, he knows it’s enough. Just the idea of Seokjin alone watching him do this is a turn on. 

“Fuck, keep going.” Seokjin pleads. “You’re getting me so worked up, just listening to you.”

Taehyung moans again, louder than before as he feels his orgasm rising quicker to Seokjin’s words. God, he loves this. 

“I’m gonna cum…” Taehyung whispers and Seokjin is urging him on, telling him how good he looks and encouraging Taehyung not to hold back. 

“Come on Tae… cum for me… I wanna see it…”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He cries out , and it finally hits. 

He continues moaning through it, purposely not holding back so that Seokjin can hear him. He hopes the people next door however, don’t. 

“I’m so close, keep moaning for me…” Seokjin urges him and Taehyung ignores the mess in his pants, focusing on Seokjin instead. He can see through the phone Seokjin’s lower face and part of his neck. His skin is red and slick with sweat. It’s ridiculously attractive. He can tell by the movement on the screen that Seokjin really is touching himself. Can almost make out the sounds of it, too. 

Taehyung starts talking to Seokjin then, getting more courage now that he’s not the one being focused on. Seokjin particularly likes it when Taehyung calls him ‘Hyung’ in a really raspy tone, or tells Seokjin how sexy he looks, and it doesn’t take long at all for Seokjin’s orgasm to hit too, Taehyung watching in awe over the screen as Seokjin moans through it. Then Seokjin shows him the mess he’s made on his stomach, fingers playing with the fluid and gathering it between his fingers. 

“Fucking hell, I miss you.” Taehyung finds himself blurting out, watching as Seokjin cleans himself off.

“I miss you too, love.” Jin says quietly, who is also struggling to catch his breath. “Just two more days, we can make it.” 

“Okay.” Taehyung says softly, smiling into the phone as they both move to clean themselves up and get ready for bed. 

“Goodnight Taehyung-ah.”

“Goodnight, Hyung.”

Two days is nothing. 

Taehyung has zero plans for the following day, except for one: which includes sleeping in. 

He doesn't wake up until 1pm and then after wasting a few hours on his phone he finally manages to get out of bed. He starts to think about what he wants to do for the day, but those thoughts are quickly interrupted when he can hear the door to his hotel room opening. He’s still half-asleep so he doesn’t have time to call out to whoever it is. He assumes it’s a housekeeper coming to clean the room, but it shocked when he sees instead, his boyfriend entering through the door with a big smile on his face.

“Seokjin-hyung!” Taehyung calls out, immediately sitting up and blinking a few times to make sure that he is seeing things clearly. “What are you doing here?”

Just last night Seokjin was telling him he would see him in two days, and as far as Taehyung remembers he hadn’t slept that long, so what is going on? 

“What do you think?” Seokjin smirks wickedly as he stands in the middle of the room and lets his luggage fall to the floor, “I came early to surprise you.” 

Taehyung is still in shock, only staring at Seokjin with a dopey expression, “but how?”

“I got on my flight pretty much immediately after you fell asleep. I kinda lied about the drinking… I mean, I had a few sips but I wasn’t as tipsy as I let on… basically pretended to go to bed and instead had to rush to get ready. I barely slept on the plane and ugh, I’m so tired and jet lagged.”

He zombie walks over to the bed and collapses, falling to the side of Taehyung and he reaches forward, to find Taehyung’s hand, holding it tightly before he’s shutting his eyes. 

He’s so cute and Taehyung is thrilled to see him but he can’t believe that Seokjin had played him. And that everything last night was an act. He knew the entire time how miserable Taehyung was without him and that he was coming to see him the next day and he’d kept that information to himself?

Then to make things even worse, he crashes on the bed as soon as he gets in, without so much as to give him a hug or kiss? 

“I can’t believe you!” Taehyung practically bursts out, shifting over and pushing at Jin’s shoulders as he hovers over him. “How dare you.”

He’s pretending, mostly, but he still can’t believe Seokjin managed to keep all of this a secret from him. But he forgets it pretty much immediately, because Seokjin looks so damn adorable and sweet laying under him, and all he wants to do is latch on and never let him go. 

He wastes no time bending down and smothering Seokjin with kisses, all over his face and shoulders and then burying his face into Seokjin’s neck and breathing him in. The real thing is 100x better than the image over a screen. 

“I’m so happy you’re here.” He whispers and then he can feels Seokjin’s fingers in his hair, tangling in and massaging his scalp softly.

“Me too.” Seokjin hums quietly in response. “But I should shower, eat and then take a nap cuz I’m so exhausted. And smelly. And gross.” 

Taehyung gets it. He sounds wrecked. But of the three things he’d listed, being exhausted is the only one he agrees with. 

“You look tired, but you certainly aren’t smelly or gross. Besides… I like you a little dirty.” 

Seokjin actually laughs at that, looking up at Taehyung in his arms. “Just let me freshen up, k? Then we can snuggle as long as you want.”

“Deal.” Taehyung replies, shifting so that Seokjin can move from the bed and stand up. 

He starts walking towards the bathroom, unbuttoning his sleeve cuffs and then his shirt, pulling it open so that his skin is exposed… Then he loosens the tie around his neck. Taehyung is about to ask why he’s so dressed up but he’s distracted by a flash of Seokjin’s ridiculously fit abs when he turns to smile at him. 

Taehyung can’t stop himself from standing, moving behind Seokjin and hugging him from behind. He just can’t be away from him, not after all the time apart. It was torture, and now he has Seokjin here, in his room, inches away from the bed, and he’s not ready to let him go. 

He places a few tender kisses to the back of Seokjin’s neck and runs his hand over Seokjin’s stomach, until Seokjin is turning around, grabbing Taehyung around the waist and holding him there. 

“Voo, you need to let me go.” 

Taehyung doesn’t think he’s heard a worse sentence and pouts, shaking his head. 

“No.” He says firmly and then he’s wrapping his arms around Seokjin’s waist too and walking him backwards, towards the bed again. “I changed my mind.”

“About what?” Seokjin asks, following Taehyung’s steps. 

“About letting you leave this bed. It’s been eight fucking long days and I missed you… I need you.” 

He swaps them around, pushing Jin roughly on his shoulders until he’s sitting back on the bed. He’s smiling up at Taehyung, looking slightly confused that he’s being pushed around, but also looks intrigued. 

Taehyung climbs over him, straddling Seokjin and leaning down, grabbing his chin and kissing him fully on the lips, finally. The kiss is sloppy and desperate, but it’s what Taehyung really wants.

For a moment Seokjin lets Taehyung take it, remaining passive on the bed as Taehyung kisses him, his hands stroking Seokjin’s face like he’s trying to remember every part of him. 

“Taehyung-ah…” Seokjin eventually tries to murmur, hands gripping around Taehyung’s arms, presumably trying to ask to shower again but Taehyung knows how to keep him quiet.

“You’re so sexy, Hyung,” he whines into Seokjin’s ear, kissing along Seokjin’s jaw and neck, his favorite place to be kissed. “So beautiful, and perfect, and handsome…” 

Seokjin chuckles again, clearly aware of exactly what Taehyung is doing here. 

“I knew there was a reason I was with you.” He teases, hands playing with the hem of Taehyung’s shirt and pushing it up, his hands stroking over the smooth skin on Taehyung’s back. 

Taehyung loves hearing that. He adores anytime Jin praises him. 

“Oh yeah?” He presses. Wanting to hear more. “What makes me so special?”

He pulls at Jin’s lower lip with his teeth, which earns a small growl out of Jin, and it makes Taehyung’s stomach flip. 

“Because…” Jin smiles into the kiss, hands fully massaging aver Taehyung’s lower back, dipping into the back of his pants slightly. He wonders if Seokjin can feel how hot his skin is right now. “You always compliment me. And, you kiss me just the way I like to be kissed…”

Taehyung giggles, sucking Jin’s lip into his mouth and nibbling gently, something he knows always turns Seokjin on. 

“What else?” 

“You give the best massages, and you… mmm…” Taehyung’s hand moves to Seokjin’s crotch then, palming over his hard erection through his pants, “know how to make me feel good.” 

“Yeah?” Taehyung goads, hand pressing even harder, feeling the outline of Seokjin’s dick and stroking the best he can with the material in the way. Then he trails his lips to Seokjin’s neck, ghosting along the skin there.

“Yeah… but sometimes, you’re a lot to handle.” Seokjin teases and when Taehyung stills, glancing at him, Seokjin is just smirking.

“Excuse me?” Taehyung pretends to be annoyed, sitting back so that he’s not touching him anymore. “You would be miserable without me.” 

Seokjin pretends to think, then answers, “True.” His response is sweet, but then he’s closing his eyes, and laying back on the bed, turning his head to the side, as if he’s planning to sleep. 

Taehyung grabs at his chin, turning it back in his direction and Seokjin’s eyes snap open.

“No, you aren’t allowed to sleep. Not yet.” 

“Why not? You won’t let me shower so… what do you wanna do with me?” Seokjin teases.

Taehyung smirks, knowing exactly what he wants. And he’s going to make Seokjin want it too. 

Taehyung rolls his hips then. Slowly. Grinding into Seokjin with a purpose. 

Seokjin’s trying desperately hard not to react, and keep his face steady, but Taehyung can tell that it’s affecting him. He knows Seokjin. Knows his body. Knows how he reacts. He can see Seokjin’s hands clasping gently into the sheets, see his breathing speed up. 

To make it even more challenging for Seokjin, Taehyung buries his face into the crook of Seokjin’s neck, one of his most sensitive areas, purposely moaning against his skin to rile him up. 

The friction between them is good. Too good that Seokjin can’t hold back for much longer, his hands grabbing Taehyung’s hips and holding Taehyung when he ruts into him again. 

But it’s not enough, and Taehyung wants more. So he pushes back, stilling his body yet again and staring down at Seokjin with a pout.

“I know that look…” Seokjin whispers, hands caressing Taehyung’s sides gently. “Just tell me what you want.” 

Taehyumg bites his lip, feeling a little shy. He doesn’t know why Jin even says it like he doesn’t already know. Like Taehyung hasn’t been making it obvious since the second Seokjin walked in that door. 

“Tae….” Seokjin coaxes. “Say it.” 

But Taehyung remains silent. 

“Do you…”

Seokjin pushes up from the bed, holding onto Taehyung as he gets their faces close together.

“Want me…”
 
His hands run over Taehyung’s back and down until they land on his ass, and he squeezes his cheeks through his sweats, pulling Taehyung’s body even closer.

“Inside you?”

It makes Taehyung moan out loud. With the way Seokjin is touching him, and looking at him, with how he muttered that last sentence so slowly, that gravel apparent in his voice; Taehyung can barely contain himself. He’s been with Seokjin for so long. How come every time they have sex, it still turns Taehyung on so much? Seokjin is like a drug. He’s addicted. 

Taehyung nods immediately, not even able to hold himself back. He can’t think of anything he wants more.

"Then say it." Seokjin goads, staring into Taehyung's eyes, pushing him.

"Fuck me." Taehyung spits out.

Seokjin breathes heavy, dipping in and sucking on Taehyung’s neck. “How do you want it?” He mutters. “Slow… and soft?”

He says it with a certain tone, teasing Taehyung. He knows that’s not what Taehyung wants at all. When he gets like this, Seokjin knows exactly what he needs.

“No.” Taehyung answers firmly. 

“No?” 

Seokjin’s mouth trails over his neck and jaw, until he reaches Taehyung’s ear, pulling the lobe into his mouth and nibbling on it.

“You want it rough, then?”

His lips close around his earlobe and then he tugs, biting a little harder with his teeth. Taehyung can feel his arousal growing just at the thought. 

"You want me to fuck you hard?"

“Yes.” He whimpers, not caring how desperate he sounds right now. “Fuck, yes, Hyung.” 

And his words are like a trigger, because Seokjin’s shifting them, pushing Taehyung over and knocking him directly onto his back. His entire demeanor has changed from seconds earlier and he is not careful at all as he grabs Taehyung’s wrists and pins them back into the mattress, shoving his body on top of Taehyung and pressing down into him.

“Are you turned on right now?” Seokjin growls and Taehyung nods instantly, waiting. 

But Seokjin doesn’t push further, and Taehyung is growing more and more impatient. 

Then Seokjin releases his grip, sitting back on his knees and yawning. He’s pretending, Taehyung can tell, but he’s closing his eyes and sitting to the side of the bed. 

“It’s a shame I’m too tired. But maybe tomorrow?”

Seokjin keeps going with the facade and turns his back to Taehyung, curling onto his side, and pretending to sleep yet again, but Taehyung is over the game. He doesn’t even try hiding his annoyance. He huffs out loudly, until Seokjin is opening is eyes and looking at him. 

“Don’t be pouty. And don’t look at me like that.” Seokjin warns.

But Taehyung isn’t going to listen, because he’s frustrated. He likes being teased, but not to this level. Hasn’t Seokjin made him wait long enough? 

“But… maybeeeeeee,” Seokjin starts, shifting onto his elbow and watching Taehyung carefully, “I can be persuaded. If you make it worth my while.”

Taehyung instantly lights up. This is something he can work with. He rolls onto his side, eyes locking with Seokjin’s. He loves that he has his full attention. 

“I’ll do anything you want.” He whispers, keeping his eye contact strong and his voice steady. He thinks he can see a tiny smirk starting to form on Seokjin’s face. Teaching knows that he loves hearing the words.

“I, want…” Then Seokjin pauses, like he doesn’t know if he should say the next words or not. But then he’s leaning even closer, staring right at him. “Your lips. On my cock.” 

That’s easy. Taehyung thinks to himself. He wants that too. Seokjin is so easy to please.

“Then get it out.” Taehyung presses. “Use my mouth however you want to.”

He loves the way Seokjin reacts.

“Get on your back.” Seokjin commands and Taehyung instantly falls to the side of the bed, resting his head back and watching as Seokjin sits up on his knees and straddles Taehyung’s waist, before reaching for his own belt.

There’s a gleam in Seokjin’s eyes as he undoes the buckle slowly, his eyebrow lifting at Taehyung like he’s challenging him. 

“Hurry up already.” Taehyung pushes, licking his lips, and he can tell that the words are turning Seokjin on. 

Seokjin gets his pants undone, and pushes them down, his boxers going right along with them. He doesn’t waste any time. 

He starts stroking himself, and Taehyung’s eyes are glued to his dick. It’s so big, and wet already, and it’s weird to say that he’s actually craving having it in his mouth, but he truly is, because he loves making Seokjin feel good. Loves the weight of it on his tongue.

“You sure you want it?” Seokjin asks again before he’s shifting up on his knees, getting closer to Taehyung’s face.

Taehyung ignores the question, hand reaching forward and brushing over the head of Seokjin’s dick playfully with his thumb. 

“i knew you were hard already.” He says, dropping his hand. “You probably had this in your mind all along huh? Just wanted me to beg you for it?” 

“Maybe,” Seokjin laughs, “maybe it’s been the only thing I could think about since last night… watching you touch yourself over that screen… God, Taehyung, you were so hot.” 

“You’re one to talk.” Taehyung spits up at him, but then it’s quiet again as Seokjin dips his hips forward, tapping his dick gently against Taehyung’s lips, testing the waters. They’ve had rough sex plenty of times before but Seokjin’s never really used him like this. 

Taehyung opens his mouth all the way, sticking his tongue out and waiting, mouth ready for Seokjin to use. He can see Seokjin’s eyes widen, surprised at how willing Taehyung is being.

Seokjin stares Taehyung in the eyes as he finally pushes his dick past Taehyung’s lips and into his mouth, and Taehyung holds steady, keeping his promise. He resists the urge to close his mouth around him, wanting to remain still so that Seokjin can set the pace. 

“Come on, get me wet.” Seokjin begs. roughly grabbing Taehyung’s hair at the back of his head and pushing him forward a little, so he can get his dick deeper inside.

He fucking loves when Seokjin is rough with him. When Seokjin makes him feel like a dirty slut. 

Taehyung purposely drools over Seokjin’s cock, doing as he is told. Some of it spills out and over his chin, which Seokjin gathers up with his hands and strokes over himself before sliding his cock back in again. 

“You’re hair is perfect for this you know…” Seokjin smiles wickedly, hands tangling harder into Taehyung’s fluffy locks. “Don’t ever cut it…” 

Taehyung couldn’t reply even if he wanted to, but he would be responding with an, “anything you ask,” if it means they could do this more often. It’s so incredibly sexy. 

Seokjin continues muttering dirty things while he fucks into Taehyung’s mouth, spewing how much Taehyung turns him on, and that only Taehyung makes him feel like this. How the first time he ever saw him, he knew he wanted to fuck him. That he knew Taehyung would be good at this.

And the praise feels so good, making Taehyung’s insides feel warm and soft. He can feel his own orgasm stirring low in his gut just from the words. 

Seokjin pulls out, teasing Taehyung when he dangles his balls over Taehyung’s mouth instead. Taehyung’s lips close over them, immediately taking one inside, careful not to suck too hard. The slide out with a loud pop a few seconds later.

When Seokjin pushes his dick back in, he gets even rougher, and Taehyung chokes a little when he can feel Seokjin’s dick at the back of his throat. When Taehyung sputters again, Seokjin pulls off, sitting back against Taehyung’s chest to take a breath and let Taehyung readjust. 

Seokjin’s hands are running over his chest and up his neck, staring at Taehyung softly.

“You okay?” 

Taehyung simply nods, but when Seokjin doesn’t make a move to continue, Taehyung grabs for Seokjin’s waist and maneuvers them both over, shoving Seokjin down onto his back. Without saying another word Taehyung climbs over him, moving between his legs and holding Seokjin’s dick up so he can push his lips back over the head. He wastes no time, pushing his mouth all the way down, deep throating Seokjin the best that he can.

“Fuck, Tae!” Seokjin moans out, yanking on Taeyhung’s hair and pulling him up back. “I’m gonna cum too fast if you keep doing that.” 

Taehyung smirks at the compliment, dipping low to suck at Seokjin’s balls again. He doesn’t resist being messy, allowing spit to pool and drip out of his mouth and all over Seokjin’s body.

“You’re such a little whore.” Seokjin teases, knowing that Taehyung loves to be called names like this during sex. 

“Only for you.” Taehyung retorts, shoving his fingers into his mouth to get them wet before moving his finger to play with Seokjin’s ass hole, not pushing in but circling around the puckered flesh, teasing. 

“I’m gonna spill all down your throat…” Seokjin whines, “I wanna see you swallow it all… watch it drip out of your mouth.” 

Taehyung had never imagined when they first met that Seokjin could ever talk like this. Not even after they’d really gotten to know one another. He was always so reserved and poised. Sometimes he still can be. It’s quite funny that people think of him as even a little prudish. He’s thankful that only he gets to see this side of Seokjin. 

But Taehyung won’t give in so easily, instead, he starts kissing Seokjin’s hip, purposely avoiding his dick. He makes his way up, placing kisses onto Seokjin’s stomach and chest.

“Don’t stop now, you tease…” Seokjin warns and Taehyung smirks at him again, kissing him gently on the lips one more time before moving back down. 

He really goes for it then, not holding back as he pushes his lips over Seokjin’s cock and sucks hard, stroking his hand in time with his mouth. He moves quickly, pushing all the way back down and up, again and again. 

He knows that Seokjin is seconds away from coming, can recognize the way that Seokjin grips into his shoulders and closes his eyes tightly, his breathing coming out in quick spurts. 

Taehyung could keep going, but what fun would that be. Instead he releases Seokjin, pulling completely off and watching as Seokjin realizes what he’s done. 

“Fucking hell… Taehyung, why’d you stop, I was so close…”

“Sorry.” Taehyung lies, “thought I had to cough.” He smiles wickedly, reaching for Seokjin’s dick and stroking it slowly. 

“You’re such a little shit…” Seokjin complains, but Taehyung knows that he loves it too. “I was seconds away…” 

“I’m sorry, baby…” Taehyung mutters, eyes wide and pout on his face. He knows that Seokjin will forgive him. He can’t resist this face. 

He sticks his tongue out slowly, swirling it around Seokjin’s dick and over the slit as he keeps his eyes on Seokjin. He’s watching Taehyung so intently, it’s almost too much. Then he kisses the head tenderly, “I’ll make it up to you.” 

“God… I love you.” Seokjin breathes out.

It encourages Taehyung to be generous, and he moves his fingers back to Seokjin’s ass, barely fingering Seokjin as he focuses on the head of Seokjin’s cock. He gathers spit onto his tongue, letting it drip over and down Seokjin’s length before licking it back up.

“Feels so good…” Seokjin is murmuring and Taehyung can’t hold off any longer. He needs to see Seokjin explode. Needs to feel it in his mouth. Needs to watch as his boyfriend experiences pleasure caused by him. “Please… make me cum.” He’s begging.

Taehyung then pushes his finger inside, just the slightest bit, and at the same time, closes his mouth over Seokjin’s cock again, bobbing quicker. He can feel the way Seokjin reacting underneath him. He lets his mouth relax, letting his tongue do most of the work, listening to Seokjin’s moans getting louder and whinier. 

“Are you close?” Taehyung pulls off to ask again, dipping back down as he waits for Seokjin’s response.

“Yes…” He whines, his hand moving to the base of Taehyung’s neck and pushing him back down, “don’t you dare pull off this time…” Seokjin warns.

Taehyung wouldn’t be able to even if he wanted, because Seokjin’s hand is so firm around his neck, and it’s only seconds later that he can feel Seokjin releasing, spilling into Taehyung’s mouth. 

Taehyung continues sucking for a while after, holding the cum in his mouth so that when he pulls off again he can let it drizzle out and down over Seokjin’s cock. Seokjin said he wanted to see it…

“I will never get tired of watching you do that…” Seokjin praises, hands tangling into Taehyung’s hair and massaging tenderly as he stares down at him. Then Seokjin’s fingers are on Taehyung’s chin, wiping him up.

“I should have made you wait…” Taehyung teases, and Seokjin looks at him questionably. “For saying I was too much to handle…and for pretending to sleep last night.” 

“I was just teasing you before…” Seokjin explains before grabbing at Taehyung’s arms and pulling him up. “besides, you stopping right before I was going to cum would have been meaner.”

Taehyung settles up on the bed next to Seokjin, thinking over what he said. 

“I thought you always wanted to try orgasm denial?” Taehyung asks. “Besides, it was kinda fun watching you get all whiney and beg for it… I kind of want to try it.”

“Oh yeah? Maybe we should then?” Seokjin quirks an eyebrow and smiles at Taehyung wickedly before leaning down, mouth attaching to Taehyung’s neck as he begins sucking.

“We need to clean up…” Taehyung mutters. He’s still sticky and covered with Seokjin’s fluid. 

“Why?” Seokjin whispers, taking Taehyung’s ear between his teeth and nibbling gently, “you’re just gonna get messy again?” 

“But I thought you weren’t gonna let me cum?” 

“Who said it’s going to be you?” Seokjin jokes, kissing Taehyung. 

“You think you can, again?” Taehyung asks, surprised. 

“Do you understand just how wound up I’ve been with you gone?” Seokjin asks.

Taehyung has to laugh at that. He and Seokjin do have a  pretty healthy sex life, so when they are apart, it’s always hard to deal with. 

“I didn’t even touch myself once the whole time you were away. Well, except for last night…” 

He’s looking at Taehyung with so much lust in his eyes and it makes Taehyung feel so good. 

Then Jin’s hands are around his wrists again and pulls them above Taehyung’s head, holding them tightly together. 

“Keep these here.”

“Or what?”

“Find out.”

Seokjin’s voice is strict, but even. And it’s only riling Taehyung up more. He does as he is asked and keeps them where they are, but as Seokjin kisses him, he moves them around Seokjin’s neck, just to test him. 

Seokjin entertains it for a minute but then he’s quick to grab Taehyung’s wrists and pin them back in place. “I warned you.” Seokjin mutters and then he’s up in a second reaching for the tie that is still untied around his neck. How it managed to stay in place all this time, Taehyung doesn’t know, but right now, he really doesn’t care.

He stares as Seokjin grabs for Taehyung’s wrists, holding them together so that he can wrap the tie around them and tighten it securely, keeping Taehyung’s wrists together before he pushes them up and over his head. 

“Don’t make me tie you to the headboard…” Seokjin warns again, and Taehyung smiles. He loves when Seokjin gets like this.

“Did you wear that tie just for me? For this?” Taehyung blurts out, finally understanding. 

Seokjin doesn’t respond, which answers his question. He really dressed up just for this? He really had everything planned?

Taehyung is surprised when he feels a harsh slap to inside of his thigh, through his thin sweats. 

“Stop asking questions. And stop smirking at me and behave.” Seokjin growls. 

“Yes, sir.” Taehyung responds immediately. He can’t help himself. The role playing is too much fun. He’s glad that he and Seokjin enjoy the same things during sex.

The look on Seokjin’s face goes straight to Taehyung’s gut. He’s so turned on, watching Seokjin’s reaction. 

“You think you’re funny teasing me like this?” Seokjin whispers into Taehyung’s ear. He all but whimpers at how sexy he sounds. Seokjin’s fingers slowly trace over Taehyung’s collar bone and then up, until they are dancing on his throat. Then suddenly, his hands are wrapping around his neck, firm, but not too tight. 

“Do I need to fill your mouth again so you can’t talk?”

Taehyung can’t give a proper response, so he shakes his head no, not a smirk detected this time. 

“Good, because I want to use your body in another way… are you gonna let me?” Seokjin questions and Taehyung nods, releasing a small moan. God, he would let Seokjin do anything to him right now. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” Seokjin threatens, leaning his head down. His forehead rests against Taehyung’s as he stares him in the eyes. “The last eight days without you was torture.” His hand tightens around Taehyung’s throat, “I just kept thinking about all the things I wanted to do to you when I saw you again…” 

Seokjin’s lips press over Taehyung’s feverishly and Taehyung kisses back, loving the way Seokjin’s tongue is trapped between their lips, the kiss turning messy. 

“Taehyung-ah… You looked so beautiful last night. I got off so quick to image of you touching yourself…” 

The words are twisting in Taehyung’s gut and he can feel himself more aroused. It’s insane that just simple sentences can do this to him. 

Seokjin leans down again and Taehyung expects another kiss but then Seokjin pulls away, chuckling to himself. 

Taehyung pouts, not even pretending this time. 

“How does it feel to be teased?” Seokjin asks, sitting back. His hand releases from Taehyung’s throat and he crosses his arms, waiting for a response. 

Taehyung wants to say that it feels amazing, but he doesn’t dare. He wants Seokjin to keep going. So instead, he continues pouting, opening his eyes wider and blinking rapidly. Perhaps his cuteness can get Seokjin to cave quicker.

Seokjin tilts Taehyung’s head to the side harshly and without warning begins kissing Taehyung’s neck and along his jawline. Taehyung doesn’t get why Seokjin is deciding to be to kind to him now, but maybe Seokjin’s self control isn’t very strong. It fills Taehyung with pride thinking that Seokjin may not be able to resist him. 

“Seokjin-ah…”

“‘Hyungggg’.” He warns.

“Hyung. Mark me up… please…” 

Taehyung can’t help but ask for it, but he surely doesn’t expect Seokjin to cave so easily. But he enjoys the feeling of Seokjin’s mouth latching to the soft skin on his neck as he places a hickey there. He continues moving along Taehyung’s neck, placing multiple hickey’s across his skin. 

“You want everyone to see that you’re mine?” Seokjin whispers into his skin, moving all the way over to right below Taehyung’s ear and kissing softly. It makes Taehyung shiver, because it’s in such a sensitive area.

He knows that no one will ever see the hickeys. That they will fade in time. It’s too risky letting the media see them, or rumors will fly. But the idea of it is nice to think about. He wishes the world could know that Seokjin is his. 

Taehyung gets lost in it. The feel of Seokjin kissing and biting and licking every inch of him, peppering hickeys all the way down to his stomach, only pausing so that he can rip his own shirt off and over his head, followed by his pants, then doing the same to Taehyung until they are left only in their boxers. 

Seokjin drags his nails down the side of Taehyung’s stomach, touching the flesh tenderly, as if Taehyung were fragile. And maybe right now, he is. 

“I love your body.” Seokjin praises up at him, and if Taehyung could get red, he would be scarlet, because he adores when Seokjin compliments him. He doesn’t quite know how to take it. 

“Please.” Taehyung whimpers, not even sure what he’s asking for, but Seokjin seems to understand and he pushes at Taehyung’s body until he’s rolled over onto his stomach. Seokjin kisses Taehyung’s lower back, over the skin right above his ass and Taehyung can feel his fingertips playing with the waistband of his boxers, dipping in and dragging them down slowly over the swell of Taehyung’s cheeks. He’s kissing and sucking over the flesh and Taehyung naturally ruts his hips up, needing more. 

Seokjin slaps his ass in retaliation, warning Taehyung to behave. So he remains still, wanting to be good for Seokjin, who kneads at his cheeks then, to sooth over where he’d just slapped. And then Taehyung can feel the gentle press of Seokjin’s fingers over his cheeks, before they move inwards and slide down between his crack. He gets close to Taehyung’s center, but he doesn’t touch… not yet, and it’s torture. Taehyung’s never wanted it more. 

But then Seokjin is slapping back the material of his boxers in place, covering Taehyung up and pushing at him to face Seokjin. Taehyung allows himself to be moved, pliant and patiently waiting for Seokjin to take what he wants. 

Seokjin marks up his hips next, kissing and licking against his lower abs, teasing him. He gets his face right against Taehyung’s dick, but doesn’t touch, breathing purposely so that Taehyung feel the hot ghosting of his breath through the material. 

“Ugh…” Taehyung whines and Seokjin’s head snaps up, grinning at him. He knows how much he’s torturing him. 

But, a few seconds later, he takes pity on him, finally leaning down and pressing his mouth against the base of his dick, outlining his length with this mouth through the fabric. 

“You’re so wet already Tae, I can feel it through your boxers.” Seokjin whispers up at him, continuing to mouth at him. 

“Come on, Hyung…” Taehyung practically begs. But it causes the opposite effect, and Seokjin instantly moves up, grabbing Taehyung’s face between his hands and kissing him harshly, shoving his tongue right into his mouth. 

“Stop whining or I’ll stop right now.” Seokjin threatens. Taehyung pouts at him instead, knowing he wouldn’t actually do it, but he plays along, and Seokjin smiles. “Good boy.” 

Taehyung watches as Seokjin’s fingers slip between and loosen the tie that's binding him, getting it undone and yanking it away from Taehyung's arms, a wild smirk on across his face. Taehyung sucks in a breath, keeping his arms still as Seokjin places the tie around his head, blinding Taehyung and tying it firmly in place.

“You’re punishment is not getting to watch what I do next…” Seokjin whispers into his ear.

Taehyung thinks it’s not quite a punishment, that it’s even more thrilling this way. And he knows that somewhere Seokjin realizes that too. He’s lucky to have such a thoughtful boyfriend. 

Then Taehyung can feel fingertips pressing against his shoulders again, roughly turning his body over on the bed so that he’s face down into the mattress like before. 

Taehyung groans loudly, his stomach doing somersaults as Seokjin’s hands fit right underneath his hips, pulling them upward so that his ass is sticking up into the air. 

Seokjin pulls down his boxers, exposing him again, except this time, Seokjin drags his boxers all the way off his legs, then pushes at Taehyung’s thigh, spreading his legs. Taehyung feels so on display and exposed like this.

Seokjin slaps his ass again, promising that it’s going to be 'so fucking red tomorrow' and slaps a few more times, each time releasing another loud whine from Taehyung’s lips. 

“You won’t be able to walk after I’m done with you.” Seokjin spews, and Taehyung hides his next moan into the mattress because he’s getting so turned on from all of Seokjin’s words. 

“Too bad we aren’t at home… if we were I’d come inside of you and then force a plug in…. make you walk around with my cum inside of you all, day, long.” Seokjin finishes. Taehyung can feel his orgasm building deep in his gut. The thought of that is exciting. They’ve never done something like it before, but honestly, he wants to try it. “It would be so obvious to anyone that saw you what we did the night before.”

Taehyung waits until he feels he soft padding of Seokjin’s tongue trailing over his skin. It starts on his lower back and then he’s running his tongue all the way down, sliding it between Taehyung’s cheeks. He stops though, before he gets all the way down and Taehyung can feel him littering kisses and bites all over his butt cheeks, then his inner thighs… Taehyung wonders how many marks he’ll have on him tomorrow. 

He can hear Seokjin shifting, reaching for his bag and pulling something out.

“You’re lucky I brought lube with me…” Seokjin sneers, flicking open the cap and dripping it on his fingers. Taehyung watches him over his shoulder, waiting eagerly for what Seokjin plans to do next. “We shouldn’t use too much… I should let you feel me raw… make it hurt…”

Taehyung thinks to himself that it doesn’t sound too awful. It’s a little fucked up but a small part of him wants it to hurt. He’d let Seokjin do whatever he wanted to him.

But despite his words, Seokjin is very careful with him, sliding one of his slicked fingers along the inner skin on his ass cheeks, gently rubbing around he edges of his hole, one hand pulling at one of his cheeks so that he can get a better view. 

Taehyung loves how on display he feels and pushes his hips back further, which forces a small laugh out of Seokjin.

“Impatient, are we?” He chuckles, and then Taehyung can feel the slide of his long finger finally entering him. 

Taehyung allows his body to relax as he lets Seokjin works two fingers in and out of him, pouring more lube over them both. Taehyung can feel the cold liquid dripping down his inner leg as Seokjin’s fingers get even deeper. And then, Seokjin’s tongue is flicking into him too, and it’s almost too much, both sensations overtaking his entire body. Taehyung tries to remain still but its nearly impossible, it feels so good.

Eventually Seokjin is moving up, kissing against the back of Taehyung’s neck, but his fingers are still firmly inside of him. 

“I’m gonna come all over you.” Seokjin whispers into his ear, roughly jabbing his fingers deeper until Taehyung can actually feel Seokjin hitting that specific spot. He could probably cum again with how precise Seokjin is, years of experience has taught him a lot about Taehyung’s body. 

But then Jin is slowing down his rhythm, telling Taehyung that he needs to wait. He asks if Taehyung can and he nods immediately, telling Seokjin he will try.

He’s still blindfolded, making it difficult to see anything. But he can feel Seokjin kissing the side of his cheek softy and then pulling his fingers out of Taehyung slowly. Then he feels himself being shifted backwards.

Seokjin’s hands tug at him, pulling him from around his stomach, and Taehyung goes effortlessly, letting Seokjin pull him between his legs, with Tae’s back to Seokjin’s chest. He can feel Seokjin hard between them, his erection pressed against his back.

“Spread your legs.” Jin whispers into his ear and Taehyung instantly complies, his feet settling on the mattress, Seokjin’s body bracketing his. He allows himself to fall back and rest against Seokjin's body. There’s something about following instruction when he can’t see what’s happening that’s really getting Taehyung going. 

He waits patiently as Seokjin’s hand runs over his stomach and then down, grabbing his dick loosely and not exactly working him but just gliding his palm down the length before stopping at the base, hands trailing even lower. They cup his balls, squeezing once, softly, and then moving back to the place they were earlier, Seokjin’s long fingers pressing against Taehyung’s center and curving back inside. 

Taehyung moans out, his hips lifting slightly as he falls deeper against Seokjin’s chest. He can feel Seokjin’s breath against his neck, his other hand gripping Taehyung’s thigh tightly to hold him in place.

His hips start moving more rapidly then and he imagines how ridiculous and needy he probably looks right now. But Seokjin isn’t saying a word, he just continues pressing his fingers in and out.

Seokjin entertains him for a bit longer, before his fingers are sliding out again and then Seokjin’s hands are reaching underneath him, hands cupping his ass as he pushes him. 

“Up.” He demands.

Taehyung follows wordlessly, his weight falling to his left arm as he pushes up onto his feet. He already knows what Seokjin is asking for. Once Seokjin’s hand his back on his hip, he can feel his body being lowered back down. 

He feels a pressure between his cheeks, and as he sinks back down he can feel Seokjin entering him. It’s a little wet, probably from Seokjin’s precome, but without lube, it’s a much tighter fit than usual. As much as he wants Seokjin, it still hurts, the pain of Seokjin entering him greater than he remembers it being the last time they did this. But maybe it’s just been too long. 

“Come on baby…” Seokjin begs, hands gripping around Taehyung’s arms as he gently pulls him back. Taehyung whines out loudly, as he sinks deeper down onto Seokjin. “It’s okay…just take it…”

And Taehyung can barely focus, not with Seokjin’s hands on his body and his lips close to Taehyung’s ear. It’s fucking hot, but also so soothing, the sounds of Seokjin’s voice as he’s urging Taehyung on. 

And then Seokjin’s hand is reaching forward, stroking against Taehyung’s hard cock, and it makes it feel so much better. 

“Can you move?” Seokjin urges and Taehyung uses all the energy that he has to push back up so he can start bouncing the best he can on Seokjin’s lap, increasing the friction between them. Not being able to see anything makes this much more difficult too, relying on Seokjin to help guide him.

Seokjin’s hands are tangling into his hair and it feels so incredible, but it’s difficult for Taehyung to really move the way he wants, which Seokjin seems to wordlessly understand, because a few seconds later he’s pushing at Taehyung, who falls to the side of the mattress.

Taehyung falls onto his back, and Jin immediately hooks his hand underneath Taehyung’s knee and pushes upwards, maneuvering it so that it’s resting on Seokjin’s shoulders. 

He’s still not entirely stretched, but he doesn’t care, because when Seokjin pushes back inside, it’s so worth the pain. And it feels so much better like this, with Seokjin fully in control, and he gets so deep inside of Taehyung, he doesn’t even understand how it’s physically possible. 

Then suddenly light is blasting into his eyes when Seokjin finally rips the blindfold off of his face. Taehyung’s eyes instantly shut, trying to adjust, and when he faintly opens them Seokjin’s just smiling down at him.

“Hi.” He says. And it’s so soft, and so sweet, that Taehyung has to say it back, not even noticing that Seokjin has stopped moving.

“Just wanted to look at you.” Seokjin mutters, and then he leans down and nibbles at Taehyung’s lips. Taehyung enjoys it, kissing back slowly for a brief moment, but then Seokjin is pulling out of him and thrusting so hard back in that he can’t manage to kiss back. 

Taehyung doesn’t even attempt to hide his loud whines, his orgasm stirring low in his gut at Seokjin continues to fuck into him. 

He can feel fingers clasping around his neck, choking him, but not too hard, just the perfect amount; Taehyung's hands reaching up to hold them in place. Seokjin’s littering kisses all over his face and jaw, whispering sweet nothings into Taehyung’s ear.

“You’re so perfect. So beautiful.” Seokjin whispers, and Taehyung wants to respond with “so are you” but he can’t speak properly right now. “I love how you let me do whatever I want to you…” 

Seokjin sticks out his tongue, and licks deeply into Taehyung’s mouth, not quite kissing, and letting his saliva gather on his tongue before it’s dripping out and into Taehyung’s. And he’s trying to prove a point, because Taehyung’s briefly mentioned before how gross spitting is. He’s tempted to complain, even, but he doesn’t dare. It’s a test, and the truth is, it’s easy to overlook when it’s Seokjin. He will do anything to please him.

And then they’re kissing again, and Taehyung can’t stop. His hands tangle into Seokjin’s hair, pulling him closer. He doesn’t care at all if he’s breaking any rules, but if he is, Seokjin doesn’t say a word, he only kisses Taehyung harder. 

“Tell me how much you love me.” Seokjin says, pulling back and staring down at him. 

“I love you.” Taehyung says immediately. But it doesn’t feel like enough. His hands move to the sides of Seokjin’s face. “I love you much, Hyung, and you’re so, so good to me. I love everything about you.” And it’s completely genuine, the words coming out so effortlessly. 

“I love you so much, too.” Seokjin whispers, mouth moving to Taehyung’s neck. Taehyung can feel the pressure where Seokjin is sucking, marking him up. 

“Really fuck me, Hyung.” Taehyung begs. Which is silly, because they are already, but he wants more. “Fuck me harder…” He says again, practically begging this time. 

It stirs Jin into action immediately, and he pushes up, Taehyung’s leg falling off him and to the side as Jin pushes at his inner thighs, spreading him wider. Seokjin holds out his legs and then with one long thrust, pushes into him, hard. Then he does it again. And again.

Taehyung’s getting louder by the second, so Seokjin leans forward, grabbing Taehyung around the neck. He chokes him again, just enough to restrict a bit of Taehyung’s air. He doesn’t know why, but it makes all of this feel that much more intense. 

The bed rattles every time Seokjin fucks into him, in and out, and then he leans down, lips right against Taehyung’s ear. 

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” And Taehyung’s nodding yes the best that he can.

Seokjin moves him again, maneuvering Taehyung where he wants, and Taehyung finds himself sideways on the mattress, his head hanging off the side of the bed, giving Seokjin even more control. 

“I think you were made for this.” Seokjin’s sputtering out, his mouth peppering kisses over Taehyung’s collarbone. He bites, and licks, and his hand is releasing and then re applying pressure to where it’s still clasped around his throat. “Made to let me use you… you take me so well Taehyung-ah.” 

The harder Seokjin pushes the further back Taehyung starts to fall, but then Seokjin will grab his legs around his thighs and pull him back into place, fucking into him even harder than the time before. 

“Seokjin-ahhh” Taehyung can barely spit out, he can barely focus with how blissed out he is in this moment.

“Tae, I’m so close…” Seokjin’s whining, and Taehyung can only nod his head in response, encouraging him. “I’m gonna make a mess of you…” 

But his threats do nothing except excite Taehyung and finally he reaches down, hands pressing into Seokjin’s back and pushing their bodies even closer together as Seokjin moves frantically above him. 

“I want it…” Taehyung whispers. “Give it to me, Hyung.” And that’s finally what causes the dam to break. He can feel the wetness between them as Seokjin cums, but he barely has time to even enjoy it because Seokjin is already pulling out from him, and kneeling right over his chest, pumping himself quickly. Taehyung’s eyes are attached to his cock, cum spilling out over Seokjin’s hands and all over Taehyung’s body. 

Taehyung instinctively opens his mouth, allowing Seokjin to aim for his tongue, where a small drop manages to land, but by that point, Seokjin is mostly spent, the majority of the fluid landing over Taehyung’s stomach and chest. 

“Fuck…” Seokjin moans out as he comes down for his orgasm, but his hands are busy playing with the liquid, his body resting to the side of Taehyung’s, though he’s still trapped between his legs.

“I didn’t get any…” Taehyung whines playfully, still deeply turned on. 

It forces a wicked smirk out of Seokjin and he pushes up onto his knees, straddling Taehyung’s body and instead forcing his dick against Taehyung’s mouth, trailing it over his lips and then inside. Taehyung opens wide, taking whatever he can.

He loves the expression on Seokjin’s face. It turns Taehyung on being able to please Seokjin in this way. 

“Swallow it all.” Seokjin presses, before pulling out of Taehyung’s mouth and then swiping his thumb over Taehyung’s face, gathering what little remains of the fluid and pushing it into Taehyung’s mouth. Taehyung willingly takes Seokjin’s thumb into his mouth and sucks, really making a show of it. “Good boy.” Jin teases. 

Taehyung is going to say something, but his mind goes blank the second he watches what Seokjin is doing next. He gathers some of the remaining liquid that’s still on Taehyung’s chest and uses it as lubricant to wrap around Taehyung’s dick, quickly jerking him with it. 

Then Seokjin leans down, kissing Taehyung tenderly, and it’s so soft and so delicate, and it’s stirring all kinds of feelings in Taehyung’s gut. God, he loves Seokjin.

Seokjin kisses him messily, jerking him with one hand and then loosely fingering him with the other. 

“You’re such dirty little slut for me.” Seokjin teases, and Taehyung tries his hardest not to smirk or show how much he loves hearing the words, because it’s embarrassing, that he actually likes being called names. But with Seokjin, it only turns him on more. 

His attempts to conceal his true thoughts must fail because Seokjin only smiles at him and keeps pushing, “you should see how you look right now… all spread out for me,” Seokjin whispers into Taehyung’s ear, desperately kissing along his neck, “taking my fingers like this… clenching around me, practically begging for it… you're so fucking needy. So easy...” 

And fuck, it makes Taehyung feel a certain way. The words Seokjin is spewing into his ear as he touches him, working him up quickly. 

“Please… Hyung…” Taehyung whines out, needing more. 

Seokjin complies almost instantly, moving his body downwards, pressing his lips between Taehyung’s legs, tongue flicking out and pushing into his body. It happens so fast that Taehyung barely registers it until Seokjin is using both of his hands to spread Taehyung open, dipping his tongue in and out in quick little jabs. 

And then Seokjin is licking all the way up, his tongue dragging over Taehyung’s balls and up his dick, quick and fast until he’s pushing his entire mouth over Taehyung’s length, bobbing quickly and forcing Taehyung’s orgasm to shoot to the surface. Seokjin’s fingers slide back inside of him, pushing hard and quick. Taehyung can feel his entire body shake when Seokjin hits his prostate, and relentlessly jabs into it. 

“Oh my god… fuck!” Taehyung whines out, and then he’s coming in stripes, releasing right into Seokjin’s mouth without warning. He’s moaning so loud that Jin finally has to reach up and cover his mouth, silencing him. 

“Everyone in this hotel is going to hear you getting railed by me if you don’t stop.” Seokjin laughs, clearly proud of his work. Taehyung knows he probably wants everyone to hear. 

“You’re a fucking mess…” Seokjin says, his hand still over Taehyung’s mouth. He licks some of Taehyung’s cum off his chest before finally removing his hand, and moving to kiss Taehyung on the mouth again. 

Seokjin’s tongue is hot and wet and he can feel his own cum in his mouth as they kiss. Seokjin collapses on top of him, softly kissing his temple and whispering into his ear, “are you okay?”

Taehyung nods, love that Seokjin is always checking up on him. He’s more than okay. 

“Did you like what we did?” He asks, softly stroking Taehyung’s jaw and watching his reaction. 

Taehyung nods, “Mmhmm,” he answers, too blissed out to form proper words.

Seokjin nuzzles his face into Taehyung’s hair. “It wasn’t too much? We haven’t been like this in a while.”

“No, I loved it.” Taehyung insists. “I love when you’re like that… and I missed you so much.” 

“I missed you too.” Seokjin replies, kissing Taehyung’s lips again, this time much slower. “I love you.”

“Don’t leave me again.” 

“Okay.” Seokjin promises, kissing him slowly. 

And Taehyung loves how soft Seokjin is with him now, after everything. It’s an immediate shift in his behavior from earlier. He even gets up a few minutes later to start a bath for the both of them, and carries Taehyung all the way there. 

“If we were at home I’d add some bubbles and candles, but… we’ll make do.” 

Taehyung is exhausted and more than willing to accept anything at this point, slipping into the bathtub slowly, Seokjin making his way behind Taehyung so that Taehyung can rest against his body. He feels slightly guilty, letting Seokjin do all the work when he is the one that just flew 11 hours on so little sleep but well... it's just them. It's what they do.

Seokjin washes his hair too and Taehyung can see him staring, can feel Seokjin’s fingertips dancing over his skin. 

“What are you thinking?” Taehyung asks.

“Just admiring my work.” Seokjin smiles, pecking Taehyung against the shoulder. 

Taehyung looks down at his own body, appreciating the marks and hickeys that Seokjin left all over him.

“You’re gonna be bruised tomorrow.” 

“Good.” Taehyung hums contently.

“Why do you like them so much?” Seokjin asks as he rinses out Taehyung’s hair. 

“I like the reminders. That I belong to you.” 

“You don’t belong to anyone Tae…”

“Shush.” Taehyung responds. “I do. And you belong to me.” 

Taehyung shifts around kissing Seokjin possessively on the lips, Seokjin falls into it with ease. 

“You should let me mark you up too. Show everyone that you’re mine.” 

“I know it, and that’s all that matters.” Seokjin says. 

Taehyung pouts, knowing that Seokjin will not be able to resist his face. 

Seokjin groans. “Fine… but just one. And not where anyone can see, or Joon will freak. Remember how he acted that day Jungkook came to practice with a hickey from Jimin?”

Taehyung laughs, remembering the moment clearly. 

“Where do you want it?”

“Where do you?”

Taehyung shifts around, looking over Seokjin’s body. Since he can’t go for his neck, he’ll pick another favorite spot of his. 

He leans over, lips latching onto the skin near Seokjin’s shoulder. Seokjin’s hands tangle into his hair, holding him steady as Taehyung sucks.

“Can we please sleep now?” Seokjin practically begs once Taehyung is done. “I am so ridiculously tired.” 

“Deal. But, only if you promise we don’t leave the bed until at least noon tomorrow. We have a lot of catching up to do…”

“You asked for it.” Seokjin smirks, grabbing Taehyung and holding him tightly.