{bangtan; taehyung/jeongguk} feeling of your skin locked in my head
feeling of your skin locked in my head
taehyung/jeongguk // nc-17 // ~4k // graphic sex, d/s themes, barebacking
a playful make-out session on a sunday evening turns out to be a little more than that. (a peek into the sex life of jeongguk and taehyung in carboxyls's "kiss me hard before you go" fake dating!au, takes place after the events of the fic. read it here!)
Jeongguk tips his head up and lets Taehyung kiss him, slowly smoothing his hands under the hem of Taehyung's shirt and up over warm skin. "Mmm," he murmurs, adoring the way Taehyung blinks his eyes open to meet Jeongguk's gaze. "Your laundry's not going to wash itself, you know."
"One more, just one more," Taehyung insists, pressing back in before Jeongguk can tell him no, you just said that and it's been three more since. Instead, he lets his eyes fall shut again and opens his mouth to Taehyung's eager tongue, falling into a languid rhythm they both know well. When Taehyung kisses him like this, it feels like they've got all the time in the world.
Sadly, they're both university students with classes and part-time jobs and extra-curricular activities to juggle, and part of Jeongguk isn't too surprised when Taehyung suddenly jumps back, wide-eyed in alarm. "Fuck! I forgot to do my weekly journal and it's due in - " he seizes Jeongguk's wrist, Jeongguk making a sound of surprise, to check his watch - "half an hour?? I'm screwed - "
"Well, if you didn't stop to make out with me, you'd have time to do it properly," Jeongguk says, deadpan, and lets Taehyung scramble out of his reach to go grab his laptop from the backpack he left in the doorway, wailing, "Dooon't!" at Jeongguk's admonishments. He feels a little disappointed though, watching Taehyung move away from him. Even though they're more than happily dating now, all talks of pranks long gone, he likes it best when Taehyung's next to him, practically rolling on top of Jeongguk to catch his attention now that he's been given full clearance to do so. It's silly, and Taehyung's not really going anywhere, he reminds himself. Better go make himself useful until Taehyung's done.
He's been asking Seokjin for some cooking tips as of late (in secret, because if Jimin knew, he'd tease him for days. Not that Seokjin can keep anything from Jimin, but at least Jeongguk's being shielded here). It's harder than it looks, for some reason, and he set a very small fire in the oven the other day that Taehyung somehow managed to put out with a vaccuum (Jeongguk decided not to ask). But his kimchi fried rice is shaping up pretty nicely at least, so he sets about making dinner, another piece of the domestic picture their Sunday evening is shaping up to be. It's embarrassing as hell, but also really nice, the way Taehyung's face lights up when he sees Jeongguk's cooked for him. The way something so minor and mundane makes him so darn happy.
"Thank you," Taehyung says empathetically when Jeongguk drops off a bowl for him, fried egg with the yolk slightly runny the way Taehyung likes it. He tears his gaze away from the laptop screen long enough to peck Jeongguk on the lips thank you, beaming at him before getting back to work. When Jeongguk gets up to grab his own bowl, though, Taehyung's hand darts out to catch onto his shirt. "Stay?"
"Only if you won't get distracted by me," Jeongguk allows. Taehyung nods earnestly, so Jeongguk collects his food and his Financial Law reader and curls up on the couch behind the coffee table Taehyung's sitting at, his rapidfire typing a mild clacking pace in the quiet of the living room. Bambam and Yugyeom aren't home for the weekend, out on retreat with their dance team, so it's just the two of them here, the atmosphere around them so sweet and calm Jeongguk can almost taste it on the tip of his tongue. Surprisingly addictive.
He drowses over his reader on and off, since he doesn't even need to have the reading done until midway through the week, and startles awake a little whenever Taehyung shifts restlessly in his place or pauses to shovel more fried rice down his throat. "It's good, Jeonggukie," he says, and Jeongguk resists the urge to draw his fingers through Taehyung's hair in reply, even though Taehyung is right there in his reach.
"Yeah," he sighs instead, slouching against the arm of the couch. Touching Taehyung now would only distract him from his assignment, and sometimes - sometimes Jeongguk doesn't know for sure whether he'd be able to hold himself back, either. And for all his talk about staying on top of their academics, he'd never live it down if he pulled Taehyung away from his work for a tumble in the sheets. Besides, he can wait. Neither of them are going anywhere today.
Jeongguk knows the second Taehyung's completed his assignment and submitted it into cyberspace when Taehyung announces, "I'm done!" on the top of his lungs, with fanfare and everything, hurling himself onto Jeongguk's lap. All Jeongguk can do is grunt at the impact, no longer surprised that Taehyung's done with a few minutes to spare ("what kind of college upperclassman would I be if I couldn't bullshit like my life depended on it? Please.").
"I'm done," Taehyung repeats, hands coming up to cup Jeongguk's face, warm and strong. If Taehyung had a tail, he'd be wagging it now, hard enough to make his whole body sway with the movement. "Where were we?"
"Somewhere around here, but I think you skipped a few steps on the way," Jeongguk says solemnly, looking down pointedly at how Taehyung's planted himself in Jeongguk's lap. Taehyung laughs, shameless, and leans in for a kiss.
It's sweet, still so sweet, and Jeongguk can taste the bite of kimchi on his tongue from the fried rice. He'd made it mild, because they've long established Taehyung's tolerance for spicy food falls far behind his own. "We're already here, we might as well just keep going, right?" Taehyung says, smile tugging at his lips.
Jeongguk sighs again and obligingly puts his reader aside, so he can sit up, taking Taehyung with him so he's straddling Jeongguk's lap, and honestly, Taehyung is always so unfair, mouth wet and lips parting perfectly as Jeongguk brings their faces together again. And yeah, they were going to get here eventually, Jeongguk figures, and kisses Taehyung slow and steady until he can feel Taehyung gradually getting hard in his lap. He leaves his hands lingering on Taehyung's hips, but Taehyung can't stop touching him everywhere, gripping at his shoulders and sliding his hands down his arms and eventually tugging at Jeongguk's shirt so he can start pulling it up over his head.
"Someone's eager," Jeongguk whispers against Taehyung's lips. In retaliation, Taehyung nips his bottom lip, and says hotly, "Nothing wrong with that," and Jeongguk lets him yank his shirt off and drop it off the side of the sofa, Taehyung's own following in suit.
When it looks like he's going to start going for their pants, however, Jeongguk catches Taehyung's wrists and pins his hands behind his back, Taehyung's torso tightening deliciously like the string of a bow pulled taut. "Oh," Taehyung breathes, and when Jeongguk meets his gaze he can see Taehyung's pupils have blown wide.
It's not like they haven't experimented with this before. Jeongguk still remembers the first time Taehyung dropped down to his knees without hesitation, eyes fixed hazily to Jeongguk's face as if the only thing he needed at that moment in time was Jeongguk's next instruction. He still can't get over how smoothly Taehyung can flip the switch between his playful boyfriend and - and this, whatever it is, Taehyung's body suddenly turned obedient under Jeongguk's careful hands. Taehyung's always adored being coddled, Jeongguk probably shouldn't have been so shocked when it extended into the bedroom, too. The way he surrenders, pliant and perfect, never fails to send that flush of arousal creeping down Jeongguk's neck and across his entire body.
"Is this okay?" Jeongguk asks, making sure each word comes out clear, because there's no room for assumptions or misunderstandings when they get into this space.
"Yes," Taehyung whispers, and he's trembling a little from the exertion of holding his position. He's flexible that it's no big difficulty, though, Jeongguk knows this. "Please, yes."
"Mmh, all right," Jeongguk says. He mouths along the column of Taehyung's neck, tracing the ridged lines of his Adam's apple with his tongue before thoughtfully sucking a hickey on that smooth, golden skin. Low enough that Taehyung will try to cover it up, but high enough that his collars won't really cut it, and it's too hot out nowadays for him to pull out winter turtlenecks. Taehyung doesn't object though, whimpering softly and squirming a little against Jeongguk's grip on his hands. He wants to touch. "You can't yet," Jeongguk tells him.
"I can earn it," Taehyung says immediately. "Jeongguk, I want to - "
Jeongguk silences him with another kiss, slow again but this time burning, intense, plying Taehyung's lips apart to delve into his mouth with his tongue. Taehyung, of course, lets him in without resistance, feeding his keening moans back to him. "You have to wait. I'm going to hold you down with only one hand now, but you're not allowed to break free. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Taehyung says breathlessly. Jeongguk gives him another kiss, quick and unsatisfying, as he shifts his grip and slides his now freed hand down Taehyung's side, Taehyung shuddering at the contact. When Jeongguk reaches between his legs, he's not surprised to find Taehyung's hard, extremely so, pre-come pooling and dampening his sweatpants.
"You're not wearing underwear?" Jeongguk asks as calmly as he can.
Taehyung sobs a little, hips rocking against Jeongguk's hand in search of friction, so Jeongguk withdraws his hand entirely. "No," he says desperately, and it's both an answer and an objection to Jeongguk pulling away. "No, I'm not - I - I ran out of clean ones."
Laundry seems like a rather faraway notion, now, and Jeongguk runs his thumb idly along the jut of Taehyung's pelvic bone that peeks out over the waistband of his sweatpants. "Aren't you making a mess of yourself, Taehyung?" He lets his hand drift closer to Taehyung's crotch again.
"Yes," Taehyung gasps out instantly, always so eager to answer, so eager to please. "I am. B-But it's for you. I'm only like this because of you."
"Fuck," Jeongguk can't help but bite out under his breath; he's rock hard, too, but this isn't about him. Not yet. "Touch yourself for me."
Taehyung whines his complaint but he obeys the second Jeongguk releases him, of course he does, Jeongguk lending a hand in helping him tug his sweatpants down far enough. The inside of his pants are sticky just like Jeongguk pointed out, and Taehyung's so hard, his cock slaps against his belly when it's freed, leaking come everywhere. "Jeongguk," he pants out, the name coming out like a plea more than anything.
"Do it," Jeongguk says, settling his hand on Taehyung's clothed thigh, gripping lightly. "Go on, show me how you touch yourself."
"It's embarrassing when you watch," Taehyung whispers, but he's still wrapping his fingers around his length, pumping it slowly, gathering the pre-come slipping down the sides to give the movement a proper slide. He bites at his bottom lip as he jacks himself off, gnawing at it unconsciously until Jeongguk touches his chin in warning and Taehyung releases it, letting his mouth hang open instead, moans seeping from his throat on each exhale.
Jeongguk watches fixedly as Taehyung brings himself closer to climax, knowing that the focused gaze will have Taehyung feeling hypersensitive all over, self-conscious in the best of ways. When Taehyung starts letting out high, frantic moans, his hand picking up the pace, Jeongguk slides his own fingers over Taehyung's forearm and squeezes; Taehyung stops at once but not without a desperate groan, cock twitching between his fingers.
"If only you could see yourself right now," Jeongguk says slowly, each word measured but confident. Chosen with care, because Taehyung's lowered his guards all the way down now and put himself in Jeongguk's palms. "You look so lovely."
"Jeongguk," Taehyung whimpers. Jeongguk has considered gagging him sometimes, knows Taehyung would probably like that if it were maybe a tie, something silky on his tongue. But he likes it best this way, when he can hear everything bleeding into Taehyung's voice, how badly he wants this and how much he's enjoying something only Jeongguk can give him.
"You've been so good," Jeongguk tells him, softening his voice just right. Taehyung swallows hard, his throat making a dry click, and a thick bead of pre-come rises at the slit of his cock, sliding down the length of his shaft painstakingly slowly. But he still doesn't move, waiting for Jeongguk to speak again, and Jeongguk rewards him by running a hand through his hair, down to caress his neck.
Taehyung leans into his touch, his breaths shallow and his body still wound up tight. He is lovely like this. He is, like an instrument tuned and waiting to be played as long as Jeongguk plucks all the right strings. "Jeongguk," he repeats, but can't seem to put his request into words.
He doesn't have to. "I've got you," Jeongguk says soothingly. It jerks him out of the moment a little though, when he slides his hand down the swell of Taehyung's ass to ghost fingers over his hole, Taehyung shuddering even at the littlest touch, and realizes the lube is all the way in his bedroom. Leaving Taehyung now isn't the best idea, and even though he'll probably be fine, Jeongguk doesn't want to.
Turns out he doesn't have to, with Taehyung scrambling at his pocket where it's been shoved down to mid-thigh, caught there when they didn't bother shucking his pants off all the way, and presses a tiny container of lube into Jeongguk's palm. Jeongguk stills, staring at Taehyung's flushed cheeks. "I hoped," Taehyung says, and Jeongguk can hear it even though he doesn't say it out loud. Please don't say no. Please reward me.
"I don't know whether I should praise you for being prepared," Jeongguk says, without moving his gaze from Taehyung's face, "Or punish you for assuming and stepping out of line."
"Oh," Taehyung says, and his cock jumps between his fingers again. Jeongguk is so turned on he feels a bit light-headed, his own erection tormenting in the restraint of his jeans. Way to go, Jeongguk. Easy-access sweatpants like Taehyung's would've made this so much easier.
"I can't blame you for trying to do your best, though," Jeongguk continues, and Taehyung brightens, the fingers of his other hand reaching out to press against Jeongguk's bare stomach, notching against the muscles of his abs. "But you'll do anything for it, won't you?"
"Anything," Taehyung echos without hesitation. "Jeongguk, please." He looks so pretty, emotions playing out on his face without reserve, that Jeongguk has to lean in and kiss him, Taehyung moaning yesyespleaseyes against Jeongguk's lips.
"Then go ahead and do it," Jeongguk says, and gestures at his lap. "I'll finger you, but you'll need to do the rest on your own. Okay?"
Taehyung's pupils have expanded so far there's only a thin line of brown around the black, threatening to swallow the color up. He doesn't miss a beat, letting go of his cock and going straight for the fastenings on Jeongguk's jeans, scrambling out of his own sweatpants. He peers up at Jeongguk pleadingly so Jeongguk will lift his hips off the couch, let Taehyung pull them down to the knees. The entire time, he doesn't take his eyes off Jeongguk's hands as Jeongguk uncaps the lube, pouring it out on his fingers and slicking them up generously.
"C'mere," Jeongguk beckons, and Taehyung practically throws himself into his lap again, straddling his hips with his cock bobbing between his legs, the pre-come a steady mess now. He strokes his fingers teasingly down Taehyung's length, Taehyung startling but too fixed on his goal to bother begging Jeongguk to touch him more now.
"Your fingers, I - I want them," Taehyung begs when Jeongguk rubs at the skin behind his balls, not yet at his hole. "Jeongguk!"
He presses the first finger to Taehyung's entrance, testing, and the way Taehyung opens up to him perfectly here as well makes something lurch in the pit of Jeongguk's stomach. Taehyung takes him down to the knuckle easy, fucking himself on Jeongguk's finger, that wet heat tightening around him. One finger is nowhere near enough, and it isn't long before Taehyung is sobbing out pleas again, pressing his forehead to Jeongguk's shoulder so each word is breathed against Jeongguk's skin.
Taehyung's doing well, so beautifully, of course Jeongguk gives him a second, then a third finger, stretching him even as Taehyung grinds down on them mindlessly, hips working. Jeongguk doesn't even stop him when he finds friction for his cock against Jeongguk's stomach, too busy trying not to come before he even gets inside of him. "Look at you," he says, the breathlessness in his voice, too, the need and the desperation. "Look at you, Taehyung, you're so good. You're so good at this, babe."
Even though he's always known Taehyung loves when Jeongguk praises him, it's entirely different when he sees Taehyung shudder apart in his arms, because of Jeongguk's touches and his words, his endearments. Jeongguk is the only one who gets to see Taehyung like this, so gorgeous, so hazed in pleasure he can only mouth at Jeongguk's lips clumsily when Jeongguk kisses him again. He never knew it could feel like this, to give your partner so much pleasure they went dizzy from it, how he can hardly figure out which way's up, where he is, anything besides this boy in his lap right now.
"Am I good enough for your cock yet?" Taehyung asks, clinging to him. "Jeongguk, please, I need you - so bad - "
"Fuck, fuck, yes," Jeongguk forces out and he was going to make Taehyung wait longer, because he looks so good when he's edged almost to the limit, but Jeongguk's human too and Taehyung like this, the perfect picture right here before him, is too much to resist. He withdraws his fingers, dripping lube onto the couch cushion, and Taehyung looks near tears at the emptiness, even these few moments of neglect. "I got you," he whispers, pressing a kiss to the corner of Taehyung's mouth before lying him back on the couch. It takes some shuffling, kicking off his jeans completely and getting onto his knees, propping Taehyung up so he can line up his cock to Taehyung's hole. Part of him is sure that the second he slides in, he's going to come, he needs to come so bad.
"Jeongguk, Jeongguk," Taehyung moans, whimpers, grasping at anything he can reach; his fingers catch on Jeongguk's shoulders and biceps, digging into the muscle right where the dragon lies coiled on Jeongguk's skin.
"I'm right here, baby," Jeongguk whispers, low, and presses in to the hilt, Taehyung crying out like the sound is punched out from his chest. Honestly, neither of them can last long at this point, Jeongguk setting a fast, hard pace that would be punishing if not for the way Taehyung encouraged it with every frantic whine, fingers tugging at the back of Jeongguk's neck so he'll lean forward and crush their lips together again. It's good, it's so damn good, Jeongguk murmurs a stream of non-stop praise against Taehyung's mouth and his jaw and his neck, Taehyung falling apart beneath him like it's the first time all over again.
"Tell me I can come," Taehyung chokes out. "Jeongguk -"
Jeongguk lifts his mouth from where he was sucking another hickey onto Taehyung's neck. "Come for me," he says, and rests his teeth against Taehyung's skin, right over the new blemish, "now."
There it is, the string pulled so tight finally released, Taehyung making a single sound of desperate bliss as he comes all over himself, streaking their stomachs with come. It shudders through him in waves, and he clings on tight to Jeongguk like that's all he can do to keep from breaking apart. When he's done though, lying back and panting for air, and Jeongguk starts to pull back, he tightens his legs around Jeongguk's waist. "Do it," he says, voice languid now, pulled out in long, slow notes. "Please. I want it so bad, don't I deserve it?"
"Holy fuck," Jeongguk hisses, rolling his hips forward slow, but deep, and he can tell when he grazes against Taehyung's prostate when Taehyung twitches, mouth dropping open at the pleasure of the overstimulation. In the end, he grinds out his orgasm like that, Taehyung tightening obscenely around him as Jeongguk comes inside of him. Wet and full.
He does his best not to collapse on top of Taehyung when his arms threaten to give out, but Taehyung doesn't seem to mind, if the way he cuddles against Jeongguk despite the sweat and the come everywhere is any indication. Taehyung whines and locks his legs when Jeongguk tries to pull out, though, so they just rest there for a long moment, kissing lazily as Taehyung comes back to himself.
"Was that okay?" he asks eventually.
Taehyung props himself up on his elbows to give Jeongguk a stern look, pressing forward to kiss Jeongguk on the lips with a loud smack, the kind that's more noise than kiss. "That was amazing," he says, completely serious. "You made me come my brains out. And you're seriously so hot. I cry every time we sext because we can't do it like this."
"God, Taehyung," Jeongguk says, burying his face against Taehyung's chest. He presses a kiss to his chest, then a teasing one to his nipple, and Taehyung wriggles against him like he really wants to get hard again but can't yet. It's a good sign, though. The first few times they did this, it took longer for him to shift back into Taehyung, playful boyfriend Taehyung, and Jeongguk pampered him in any way he knew how to make sure nothing went wrong. They've gotten better at this though, he knows what he's doing now.
It makes a wet, filthy sound when Jeongguk finally pulls out, and Taehyung's hole automatically contracts, like he wants to hold the come inside of him longer, arousal climbing through Jeongguk's bones again in a hot rush. "Next time," he says, mostly to himself, "we'll have to get you a plug or something."
"Ah," Taehyung says, and Jeongguk glances up to see the agreement plain on Taehyung's face, like he'd want nothing more. For now, Jeongguk dips the tip of his thumb into the slick mess he left, Taehyung shuddering a little, and tries not to get any on the couch.
"Shower?" Jeongguk asks, and Taehyung nods enthusiastically, more than ready to be washed gently - he especially likes it when Jeongguk shampoos his hair, massaging the foam in with slow, sweeping strokes - and held in bed for a nice, long nap. And then Jeongguk will try to figure out how to get the come stains out of the couch before Bambam and Yugyeom get back, and maybe then Taehyung will finally get around to doing his laundry instead of stealing from Jeongguk's underwear drawer the way he always does.
But then again, seeing his boyfriend saunter around in his underwear and a tank top he stole from Jeongguk's closet doesn't seem that bad either. He kisses Taehyung on the temple, and decides he's more than happy to indulge.
taehyung/jeongguk // nc-17 // ~4k // graphic sex, d/s themes, barebacking
a playful make-out session on a sunday evening turns out to be a little more than that. (a peek into the sex life of jeongguk and taehyung in carboxyls's "kiss me hard before you go" fake dating!au, takes place after the events of the fic. read it here!)
Jeongguk tips his head up and lets Taehyung kiss him, slowly smoothing his hands under the hem of Taehyung's shirt and up over warm skin. "Mmm," he murmurs, adoring the way Taehyung blinks his eyes open to meet Jeongguk's gaze. "Your laundry's not going to wash itself, you know."
"One more, just one more," Taehyung insists, pressing back in before Jeongguk can tell him no, you just said that and it's been three more since. Instead, he lets his eyes fall shut again and opens his mouth to Taehyung's eager tongue, falling into a languid rhythm they both know well. When Taehyung kisses him like this, it feels like they've got all the time in the world.
Sadly, they're both university students with classes and part-time jobs and extra-curricular activities to juggle, and part of Jeongguk isn't too surprised when Taehyung suddenly jumps back, wide-eyed in alarm. "Fuck! I forgot to do my weekly journal and it's due in - " he seizes Jeongguk's wrist, Jeongguk making a sound of surprise, to check his watch - "half an hour?? I'm screwed - "
"Well, if you didn't stop to make out with me, you'd have time to do it properly," Jeongguk says, deadpan, and lets Taehyung scramble out of his reach to go grab his laptop from the backpack he left in the doorway, wailing, "Dooon't!" at Jeongguk's admonishments. He feels a little disappointed though, watching Taehyung move away from him. Even though they're more than happily dating now, all talks of pranks long gone, he likes it best when Taehyung's next to him, practically rolling on top of Jeongguk to catch his attention now that he's been given full clearance to do so. It's silly, and Taehyung's not really going anywhere, he reminds himself. Better go make himself useful until Taehyung's done.
He's been asking Seokjin for some cooking tips as of late (in secret, because if Jimin knew, he'd tease him for days. Not that Seokjin can keep anything from Jimin, but at least Jeongguk's being shielded here). It's harder than it looks, for some reason, and he set a very small fire in the oven the other day that Taehyung somehow managed to put out with a vaccuum (Jeongguk decided not to ask). But his kimchi fried rice is shaping up pretty nicely at least, so he sets about making dinner, another piece of the domestic picture their Sunday evening is shaping up to be. It's embarrassing as hell, but also really nice, the way Taehyung's face lights up when he sees Jeongguk's cooked for him. The way something so minor and mundane makes him so darn happy.
"Thank you," Taehyung says empathetically when Jeongguk drops off a bowl for him, fried egg with the yolk slightly runny the way Taehyung likes it. He tears his gaze away from the laptop screen long enough to peck Jeongguk on the lips thank you, beaming at him before getting back to work. When Jeongguk gets up to grab his own bowl, though, Taehyung's hand darts out to catch onto his shirt. "Stay?"
"Only if you won't get distracted by me," Jeongguk allows. Taehyung nods earnestly, so Jeongguk collects his food and his Financial Law reader and curls up on the couch behind the coffee table Taehyung's sitting at, his rapidfire typing a mild clacking pace in the quiet of the living room. Bambam and Yugyeom aren't home for the weekend, out on retreat with their dance team, so it's just the two of them here, the atmosphere around them so sweet and calm Jeongguk can almost taste it on the tip of his tongue. Surprisingly addictive.
He drowses over his reader on and off, since he doesn't even need to have the reading done until midway through the week, and startles awake a little whenever Taehyung shifts restlessly in his place or pauses to shovel more fried rice down his throat. "It's good, Jeonggukie," he says, and Jeongguk resists the urge to draw his fingers through Taehyung's hair in reply, even though Taehyung is right there in his reach.
"Yeah," he sighs instead, slouching against the arm of the couch. Touching Taehyung now would only distract him from his assignment, and sometimes - sometimes Jeongguk doesn't know for sure whether he'd be able to hold himself back, either. And for all his talk about staying on top of their academics, he'd never live it down if he pulled Taehyung away from his work for a tumble in the sheets. Besides, he can wait. Neither of them are going anywhere today.
Jeongguk knows the second Taehyung's completed his assignment and submitted it into cyberspace when Taehyung announces, "I'm done!" on the top of his lungs, with fanfare and everything, hurling himself onto Jeongguk's lap. All Jeongguk can do is grunt at the impact, no longer surprised that Taehyung's done with a few minutes to spare ("what kind of college upperclassman would I be if I couldn't bullshit like my life depended on it? Please.").
"I'm done," Taehyung repeats, hands coming up to cup Jeongguk's face, warm and strong. If Taehyung had a tail, he'd be wagging it now, hard enough to make his whole body sway with the movement. "Where were we?"
"Somewhere around here, but I think you skipped a few steps on the way," Jeongguk says solemnly, looking down pointedly at how Taehyung's planted himself in Jeongguk's lap. Taehyung laughs, shameless, and leans in for a kiss.
It's sweet, still so sweet, and Jeongguk can taste the bite of kimchi on his tongue from the fried rice. He'd made it mild, because they've long established Taehyung's tolerance for spicy food falls far behind his own. "We're already here, we might as well just keep going, right?" Taehyung says, smile tugging at his lips.
Jeongguk sighs again and obligingly puts his reader aside, so he can sit up, taking Taehyung with him so he's straddling Jeongguk's lap, and honestly, Taehyung is always so unfair, mouth wet and lips parting perfectly as Jeongguk brings their faces together again. And yeah, they were going to get here eventually, Jeongguk figures, and kisses Taehyung slow and steady until he can feel Taehyung gradually getting hard in his lap. He leaves his hands lingering on Taehyung's hips, but Taehyung can't stop touching him everywhere, gripping at his shoulders and sliding his hands down his arms and eventually tugging at Jeongguk's shirt so he can start pulling it up over his head.
"Someone's eager," Jeongguk whispers against Taehyung's lips. In retaliation, Taehyung nips his bottom lip, and says hotly, "Nothing wrong with that," and Jeongguk lets him yank his shirt off and drop it off the side of the sofa, Taehyung's own following in suit.
When it looks like he's going to start going for their pants, however, Jeongguk catches Taehyung's wrists and pins his hands behind his back, Taehyung's torso tightening deliciously like the string of a bow pulled taut. "Oh," Taehyung breathes, and when Jeongguk meets his gaze he can see Taehyung's pupils have blown wide.
It's not like they haven't experimented with this before. Jeongguk still remembers the first time Taehyung dropped down to his knees without hesitation, eyes fixed hazily to Jeongguk's face as if the only thing he needed at that moment in time was Jeongguk's next instruction. He still can't get over how smoothly Taehyung can flip the switch between his playful boyfriend and - and this, whatever it is, Taehyung's body suddenly turned obedient under Jeongguk's careful hands. Taehyung's always adored being coddled, Jeongguk probably shouldn't have been so shocked when it extended into the bedroom, too. The way he surrenders, pliant and perfect, never fails to send that flush of arousal creeping down Jeongguk's neck and across his entire body.
"Is this okay?" Jeongguk asks, making sure each word comes out clear, because there's no room for assumptions or misunderstandings when they get into this space.
"Yes," Taehyung whispers, and he's trembling a little from the exertion of holding his position. He's flexible that it's no big difficulty, though, Jeongguk knows this. "Please, yes."
"Mmh, all right," Jeongguk says. He mouths along the column of Taehyung's neck, tracing the ridged lines of his Adam's apple with his tongue before thoughtfully sucking a hickey on that smooth, golden skin. Low enough that Taehyung will try to cover it up, but high enough that his collars won't really cut it, and it's too hot out nowadays for him to pull out winter turtlenecks. Taehyung doesn't object though, whimpering softly and squirming a little against Jeongguk's grip on his hands. He wants to touch. "You can't yet," Jeongguk tells him.
"I can earn it," Taehyung says immediately. "Jeongguk, I want to - "
Jeongguk silences him with another kiss, slow again but this time burning, intense, plying Taehyung's lips apart to delve into his mouth with his tongue. Taehyung, of course, lets him in without resistance, feeding his keening moans back to him. "You have to wait. I'm going to hold you down with only one hand now, but you're not allowed to break free. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Taehyung says breathlessly. Jeongguk gives him another kiss, quick and unsatisfying, as he shifts his grip and slides his now freed hand down Taehyung's side, Taehyung shuddering at the contact. When Jeongguk reaches between his legs, he's not surprised to find Taehyung's hard, extremely so, pre-come pooling and dampening his sweatpants.
"You're not wearing underwear?" Jeongguk asks as calmly as he can.
Taehyung sobs a little, hips rocking against Jeongguk's hand in search of friction, so Jeongguk withdraws his hand entirely. "No," he says desperately, and it's both an answer and an objection to Jeongguk pulling away. "No, I'm not - I - I ran out of clean ones."
Laundry seems like a rather faraway notion, now, and Jeongguk runs his thumb idly along the jut of Taehyung's pelvic bone that peeks out over the waistband of his sweatpants. "Aren't you making a mess of yourself, Taehyung?" He lets his hand drift closer to Taehyung's crotch again.
"Yes," Taehyung gasps out instantly, always so eager to answer, so eager to please. "I am. B-But it's for you. I'm only like this because of you."
"Fuck," Jeongguk can't help but bite out under his breath; he's rock hard, too, but this isn't about him. Not yet. "Touch yourself for me."
Taehyung whines his complaint but he obeys the second Jeongguk releases him, of course he does, Jeongguk lending a hand in helping him tug his sweatpants down far enough. The inside of his pants are sticky just like Jeongguk pointed out, and Taehyung's so hard, his cock slaps against his belly when it's freed, leaking come everywhere. "Jeongguk," he pants out, the name coming out like a plea more than anything.
"Do it," Jeongguk says, settling his hand on Taehyung's clothed thigh, gripping lightly. "Go on, show me how you touch yourself."
"It's embarrassing when you watch," Taehyung whispers, but he's still wrapping his fingers around his length, pumping it slowly, gathering the pre-come slipping down the sides to give the movement a proper slide. He bites at his bottom lip as he jacks himself off, gnawing at it unconsciously until Jeongguk touches his chin in warning and Taehyung releases it, letting his mouth hang open instead, moans seeping from his throat on each exhale.
Jeongguk watches fixedly as Taehyung brings himself closer to climax, knowing that the focused gaze will have Taehyung feeling hypersensitive all over, self-conscious in the best of ways. When Taehyung starts letting out high, frantic moans, his hand picking up the pace, Jeongguk slides his own fingers over Taehyung's forearm and squeezes; Taehyung stops at once but not without a desperate groan, cock twitching between his fingers.
"If only you could see yourself right now," Jeongguk says slowly, each word measured but confident. Chosen with care, because Taehyung's lowered his guards all the way down now and put himself in Jeongguk's palms. "You look so lovely."
"Jeongguk," Taehyung whimpers. Jeongguk has considered gagging him sometimes, knows Taehyung would probably like that if it were maybe a tie, something silky on his tongue. But he likes it best this way, when he can hear everything bleeding into Taehyung's voice, how badly he wants this and how much he's enjoying something only Jeongguk can give him.
"You've been so good," Jeongguk tells him, softening his voice just right. Taehyung swallows hard, his throat making a dry click, and a thick bead of pre-come rises at the slit of his cock, sliding down the length of his shaft painstakingly slowly. But he still doesn't move, waiting for Jeongguk to speak again, and Jeongguk rewards him by running a hand through his hair, down to caress his neck.
Taehyung leans into his touch, his breaths shallow and his body still wound up tight. He is lovely like this. He is, like an instrument tuned and waiting to be played as long as Jeongguk plucks all the right strings. "Jeongguk," he repeats, but can't seem to put his request into words.
He doesn't have to. "I've got you," Jeongguk says soothingly. It jerks him out of the moment a little though, when he slides his hand down the swell of Taehyung's ass to ghost fingers over his hole, Taehyung shuddering even at the littlest touch, and realizes the lube is all the way in his bedroom. Leaving Taehyung now isn't the best idea, and even though he'll probably be fine, Jeongguk doesn't want to.
Turns out he doesn't have to, with Taehyung scrambling at his pocket where it's been shoved down to mid-thigh, caught there when they didn't bother shucking his pants off all the way, and presses a tiny container of lube into Jeongguk's palm. Jeongguk stills, staring at Taehyung's flushed cheeks. "I hoped," Taehyung says, and Jeongguk can hear it even though he doesn't say it out loud. Please don't say no. Please reward me.
"I don't know whether I should praise you for being prepared," Jeongguk says, without moving his gaze from Taehyung's face, "Or punish you for assuming and stepping out of line."
"Oh," Taehyung says, and his cock jumps between his fingers again. Jeongguk is so turned on he feels a bit light-headed, his own erection tormenting in the restraint of his jeans. Way to go, Jeongguk. Easy-access sweatpants like Taehyung's would've made this so much easier.
"I can't blame you for trying to do your best, though," Jeongguk continues, and Taehyung brightens, the fingers of his other hand reaching out to press against Jeongguk's bare stomach, notching against the muscles of his abs. "But you'll do anything for it, won't you?"
"Anything," Taehyung echos without hesitation. "Jeongguk, please." He looks so pretty, emotions playing out on his face without reserve, that Jeongguk has to lean in and kiss him, Taehyung moaning yesyespleaseyes against Jeongguk's lips.
"Then go ahead and do it," Jeongguk says, and gestures at his lap. "I'll finger you, but you'll need to do the rest on your own. Okay?"
Taehyung's pupils have expanded so far there's only a thin line of brown around the black, threatening to swallow the color up. He doesn't miss a beat, letting go of his cock and going straight for the fastenings on Jeongguk's jeans, scrambling out of his own sweatpants. He peers up at Jeongguk pleadingly so Jeongguk will lift his hips off the couch, let Taehyung pull them down to the knees. The entire time, he doesn't take his eyes off Jeongguk's hands as Jeongguk uncaps the lube, pouring it out on his fingers and slicking them up generously.
"C'mere," Jeongguk beckons, and Taehyung practically throws himself into his lap again, straddling his hips with his cock bobbing between his legs, the pre-come a steady mess now. He strokes his fingers teasingly down Taehyung's length, Taehyung startling but too fixed on his goal to bother begging Jeongguk to touch him more now.
"Your fingers, I - I want them," Taehyung begs when Jeongguk rubs at the skin behind his balls, not yet at his hole. "Jeongguk!"
He presses the first finger to Taehyung's entrance, testing, and the way Taehyung opens up to him perfectly here as well makes something lurch in the pit of Jeongguk's stomach. Taehyung takes him down to the knuckle easy, fucking himself on Jeongguk's finger, that wet heat tightening around him. One finger is nowhere near enough, and it isn't long before Taehyung is sobbing out pleas again, pressing his forehead to Jeongguk's shoulder so each word is breathed against Jeongguk's skin.
Taehyung's doing well, so beautifully, of course Jeongguk gives him a second, then a third finger, stretching him even as Taehyung grinds down on them mindlessly, hips working. Jeongguk doesn't even stop him when he finds friction for his cock against Jeongguk's stomach, too busy trying not to come before he even gets inside of him. "Look at you," he says, the breathlessness in his voice, too, the need and the desperation. "Look at you, Taehyung, you're so good. You're so good at this, babe."
Even though he's always known Taehyung loves when Jeongguk praises him, it's entirely different when he sees Taehyung shudder apart in his arms, because of Jeongguk's touches and his words, his endearments. Jeongguk is the only one who gets to see Taehyung like this, so gorgeous, so hazed in pleasure he can only mouth at Jeongguk's lips clumsily when Jeongguk kisses him again. He never knew it could feel like this, to give your partner so much pleasure they went dizzy from it, how he can hardly figure out which way's up, where he is, anything besides this boy in his lap right now.
"Am I good enough for your cock yet?" Taehyung asks, clinging to him. "Jeongguk, please, I need you - so bad - "
"Fuck, fuck, yes," Jeongguk forces out and he was going to make Taehyung wait longer, because he looks so good when he's edged almost to the limit, but Jeongguk's human too and Taehyung like this, the perfect picture right here before him, is too much to resist. He withdraws his fingers, dripping lube onto the couch cushion, and Taehyung looks near tears at the emptiness, even these few moments of neglect. "I got you," he whispers, pressing a kiss to the corner of Taehyung's mouth before lying him back on the couch. It takes some shuffling, kicking off his jeans completely and getting onto his knees, propping Taehyung up so he can line up his cock to Taehyung's hole. Part of him is sure that the second he slides in, he's going to come, he needs to come so bad.
"Jeongguk, Jeongguk," Taehyung moans, whimpers, grasping at anything he can reach; his fingers catch on Jeongguk's shoulders and biceps, digging into the muscle right where the dragon lies coiled on Jeongguk's skin.
"I'm right here, baby," Jeongguk whispers, low, and presses in to the hilt, Taehyung crying out like the sound is punched out from his chest. Honestly, neither of them can last long at this point, Jeongguk setting a fast, hard pace that would be punishing if not for the way Taehyung encouraged it with every frantic whine, fingers tugging at the back of Jeongguk's neck so he'll lean forward and crush their lips together again. It's good, it's so damn good, Jeongguk murmurs a stream of non-stop praise against Taehyung's mouth and his jaw and his neck, Taehyung falling apart beneath him like it's the first time all over again.
"Tell me I can come," Taehyung chokes out. "Jeongguk -"
Jeongguk lifts his mouth from where he was sucking another hickey onto Taehyung's neck. "Come for me," he says, and rests his teeth against Taehyung's skin, right over the new blemish, "now."
There it is, the string pulled so tight finally released, Taehyung making a single sound of desperate bliss as he comes all over himself, streaking their stomachs with come. It shudders through him in waves, and he clings on tight to Jeongguk like that's all he can do to keep from breaking apart. When he's done though, lying back and panting for air, and Jeongguk starts to pull back, he tightens his legs around Jeongguk's waist. "Do it," he says, voice languid now, pulled out in long, slow notes. "Please. I want it so bad, don't I deserve it?"
"Holy fuck," Jeongguk hisses, rolling his hips forward slow, but deep, and he can tell when he grazes against Taehyung's prostate when Taehyung twitches, mouth dropping open at the pleasure of the overstimulation. In the end, he grinds out his orgasm like that, Taehyung tightening obscenely around him as Jeongguk comes inside of him. Wet and full.
He does his best not to collapse on top of Taehyung when his arms threaten to give out, but Taehyung doesn't seem to mind, if the way he cuddles against Jeongguk despite the sweat and the come everywhere is any indication. Taehyung whines and locks his legs when Jeongguk tries to pull out, though, so they just rest there for a long moment, kissing lazily as Taehyung comes back to himself.
"Was that okay?" he asks eventually.
Taehyung props himself up on his elbows to give Jeongguk a stern look, pressing forward to kiss Jeongguk on the lips with a loud smack, the kind that's more noise than kiss. "That was amazing," he says, completely serious. "You made me come my brains out. And you're seriously so hot. I cry every time we sext because we can't do it like this."
"God, Taehyung," Jeongguk says, burying his face against Taehyung's chest. He presses a kiss to his chest, then a teasing one to his nipple, and Taehyung wriggles against him like he really wants to get hard again but can't yet. It's a good sign, though. The first few times they did this, it took longer for him to shift back into Taehyung, playful boyfriend Taehyung, and Jeongguk pampered him in any way he knew how to make sure nothing went wrong. They've gotten better at this though, he knows what he's doing now.
It makes a wet, filthy sound when Jeongguk finally pulls out, and Taehyung's hole automatically contracts, like he wants to hold the come inside of him longer, arousal climbing through Jeongguk's bones again in a hot rush. "Next time," he says, mostly to himself, "we'll have to get you a plug or something."
"Ah," Taehyung says, and Jeongguk glances up to see the agreement plain on Taehyung's face, like he'd want nothing more. For now, Jeongguk dips the tip of his thumb into the slick mess he left, Taehyung shuddering a little, and tries not to get any on the couch.
"Shower?" Jeongguk asks, and Taehyung nods enthusiastically, more than ready to be washed gently - he especially likes it when Jeongguk shampoos his hair, massaging the foam in with slow, sweeping strokes - and held in bed for a nice, long nap. And then Jeongguk will try to figure out how to get the come stains out of the couch before Bambam and Yugyeom get back, and maybe then Taehyung will finally get around to doing his laundry instead of stealing from Jeongguk's underwear drawer the way he always does.
But then again, seeing his boyfriend saunter around in his underwear and a tank top he stole from Jeongguk's closet doesn't seem that bad either. He kisses Taehyung on the temple, and decides he's more than happy to indulge.