{bangtan; taehyung/jeongguk} can't get you out of my head
can't get you out of my head
taehyung/jeongguk // nc-17 // ~6.6k // graphic sex, mild bondage, bdsm themes
Taehyung always comes up with the best ideas. Luckily, Jeongguk is down to try anything Taehyung wants. Inspired by this and, of course, this.
In the wake of finals week, summer rolls in shamelessly hot, sweat gathering along the nape of Taehyung's neck and creeping down his back when he sprawls in the living room at midday. Their little flat doesn't have air conditioning, the building too old for such technological advances and too charming for Taehyung to consider moving out, so he often escapes to coffee shops and campus libraries.
Jeongguk passes the hours by in the maintained cool temperatures of a corporate office, at the prestigious consulting firm where he landed an internship for the summer. It's got him in suits every day, like he doesn't wear enough of them in the school year, but Taehyung's not complaining. There's something so very domestic about it: the way Jeongguk wakes up first and takes a moment to kiss Taehyung on the forehead before dragging himself out of bed. Or the shower water running distantly, the rustle of fabric as Jeongguk slides on his blazer. On the days Taehyung has a morning class, he's up in time to watch sleepily from his perch at the kitchen counter, Jeongguk going out of his way to steal a bite from Taehyung's bagel and another kiss, this time on the lips.
Summer classes are definitely lighter, especially since Taehyung is only taking a few general requirements to get them out of the way. He's been feeling lost lately, switching majors like he's got a panel of switches in front of him and keeps flicking random ones on as if they'll light something up in his mind. And, as much as he hates to admit it, seeing Jeongguk leave for work in an industry he's genuinely interested in and on his way to entering - well, it leaves Taehyung feeling kind of anxious.
He's still got dance though. That hasn't changed and doesn't seem like it ever will, the ache of physical and mental exertion lingering so good after a particularly challenging practice. Some of the team is in town for the quiet weeks before summer auditions, like Hoseok and Minwoo, and Howon leads casual weekly workshops alone while Dongwoo's gone back to his hometown. Jimin went home briefly too, but he's finally coming back today, and Taehyung has few qualms about skipping his Ancient Philosophy class to go pick Jimin up from the station.
A few minutes before the train is set to arrive, he fiddles with his phone, absently skimming the reading he downloaded onto his phone in hopes that it would make him actually read it, until Jimin appears among the crowd. Taehyung would recognize that slight figure anywhere, even when it's made bulky by the duffel bag Jimin has slung over his shoulder. "Hey, Jiminie!" he calls, and Jimin's face lights up in a smile when he catches sight of Taehyung waiting for him.
"You came to meet me!" Jimin says, bumping his shoulder companionably against Taehyung's and laughing when Taehyung pulls him into a tight hug. "I thought you had class at this time?"
"We're in the middle of watching some boring documentary, so I bowed out for today. Can't miss my best friend's return to town," Taehyung says, and shrugs good-naturedly when Jimin refuses his offer to help with his other bags. He knew Jimin would say no anyways, but it never hurts to ask.
It's only been a couple weeks since Jimin left - three, maximum - but it feels like months have passed since Taehyung joked around and caught up with him. Jimin's presence unwinds something Taehyung hadn't really realized was tense - hadn't really noticed building up over the days between Jeongguk bringing surplus casework back home and his own studying for his first approaching midterms. The dynamic between them is easy, always easy, and Taehyung is reminded yet again of how lucky he is to have the world's greatest best friend.
"Want to come over? Hang out before we practice and grab dinner?" Taehyung asks when they get to the street Jimin and Seokjin's apartment is on. With a full day of auditions for the team's summer intensive team coming up fast, they've definitely got to get some last-minute dancing in.
Jimin hesitates. "I still need to take all this stuff home and unpack," he says, but Taehyung can tell he's not that enthused about the idea. It isn't hard to guess why, either; Seokjin won't be back for at least another month, and Jimin can only stay so busy with the dance team and the research he's doing with the university's chemistry department this summer. Taehyung tries to imagine the hole at home without Seokjin there, and can't even begin to picture if Jeongguk worked elsewhere all summer.
"Do it later," Taehyung says insistently. "I still owe you an ass-kicking for that rigged round of Mario Kart during dead week."
"Not my fault you suck so bad at Rainbow Road," Jimin says, but he's smiling again even as Taehyung's whining about how no one is good at Rainbow Road and Jimin must be cheating, and it isn't long before he gives in. Just like Taehyung knew he would.
✧
The sound of their footsteps echo in the wide space as Jonghyun leads them through another run of the latest choreography. Auditions hadn't quite been a breeze, but both Taehyung and Jimin made it onto the summer intensive team, accompanied by Hoseok and several of the other regular members. Taehyung's on a not-so-secret mission to befriend the newest members, including a shy but smiley upperclassman named Park Daewon and a friend of Minhyuk and Hyunsik, Jung Ilhoon, who is a year older than him.
"Looking good, everyone," Jonghyun calls. He's watching from the front now, counting off the beats, after a few rounds of pacing around and adjusting the angle of an arm or the way someone's lunging forward. With how quietly confident he looks up there, no wonder Howon was so insistent Jonghyun start teaching some of his original choreography to the team - lower stakes in the summer makes it an optimal time to train the leadership board's potential successors. Taehyung can see the way they're doing the same thing with Jimin and it makes him want to swell up with pride. Once Jonghyun's piece is polished to perfection, they'll most likely be approaching Jimin to lead the next one.
They do look good, Taehyung thinks, when they've broken off into smaller groups to clean. Good enough to consider incorporating some of these pieces into their competition set when the school year comes back around. Howon is oddly absent today, and so is Hoseok, who was appointed as one of the summer directors alongside the existing ones, to the surprise of only himself. Even the rookies know how quickly Hoseok catches onto brand new choreography and turns it around to teach other people; the returners have seen him do it countless times. He's also the whole team's personal beacon of sunshine, which is exactly what they need with Dongwoo away.
All in all, it's a productive practice, great even. Howon and Hoseok walk in towards the end of practice, nodding hello at a slightly nervous Jonghyun before gathering the entire group together after one last run-through.
"Yo, everyone," Howon says, summoning their attention immediately, and the last conversations die down. Hoseok takes a seat next to Taehyung and Jimin, at the fringes of the crowd, and only then does Taehyung notice the huge cardboard box he's hefting around. He wants to lean over and ask what's inside, but Howon will catch him not paying attention before he can even open his mouth.
They go over the usual announcements, making note of a change in practice times to accommodate those who are helping with frosh orientation. Howon mentions a potential collaboration with one of the best girls' dance teams on campus, which has a few of the guys straightening up and exchanging excited looks. "We'll still need to talk with Soojung and Mijoo about it," Howon says, a smirk playing at his lips, "so don't get too carried away. Anyways, that's about it for me. Hoseok?"
"Yep," Hoseok says, rising to his feet, and he rolls his eyes affectionately when Taehyung and Jimin cheer quietly and flail their arms around as they've done whenever he's assumed his new director authority. "Hey, team. You've all been looking great with the new choreo! I know Jonghyun's mentioned that this one will come with props, yeah? So we brought those today, feel free to take them and incorporate them into the choreo during your own practice."
He gestures at the cardboard boxes, which Taehyung jumps upon at once, pulling out black and neon yellow bandanas. "Hey, these actually look pretty awesome," Taehyung says, and Hoseok shoots him a look as if to say did you think they wouldn't? that Taehyung mostly misses because he and Jimin happened to grab at the same gold bandana. They tussle a little before Howon prods them out of the way with a long-suffering groan so everyone else can get to the boxes.
"When's the last time these were cleaned, Howon hyung?" Ilhoon calls out, laughing. His closeness to Hyunsik and Minhyuk, who both stayed for the summer, enabled him to get comfortable quick in the team dynamic. He seems to particularly delight in little sarcastic comments towards Howon, who, to everyone's surprise, barely ruffles his feathers over Ilhoon's sass.
"I swear they're washed," Jonghyun says solemnly. "I'm the one who washed them. Twice."
Hoseok snickers at Jonghyun's put-out expression. "I definitely don't miss those days," he says, and grunts when Taehyung pounces onto his back.
"Just because you don't have to do laundry duty anymore doesn't make you the boss of us," he singsongs cheerfully into Hoseok's ear, twisting out of the way when Hoseok reaches back to tickle him to make him let go. "Back me up, Jiminie! Don't leave me to fend for myself alone!"
"You started that one," Jimin says with a snort, his words slightly muffled because he's already got a black bandana tied across his face, revealing only his eyes. It doesn't take much imagination to picture how he'll look with kohl lining those eyes, stage lights on high - how sick they'll look with they perform. Taehyung's pumped.
He rolls off of Hoseok obligingly, conveniently sprawling across Jimin's thighs. "I want to try," Taehyung whines, reaching out grabby hands at Jimin's face even as Jimin leans back to avoid them. There's a few more bandanas lying around after the rush to grab them, and Jimin finds one within arm's reach and drops it on Taehyung's face.
"Thank you," Taehyung says pointedly, sitting up to pull the cloth across his face experimentally. "This would make a pretty cool headband, or maybe a blindfold."
"Blindfold him!" Hoseok yells out of nowhere, and retaliates for Taehyung's earlier sprawl by wrestling the bandana across Taehyung's eyes, Jimin betraying the best friend bro code to help pull Taehyung's beanie down to Taehyung's nose so he has two layers of fabric to contend with. Taehyung's mid-shout, something about how he didn't befriend heathens, when the darkness seals across his eyes and leaves everything ringing.
Somewhere in the back of Taehyung's head, a switch flicks on.
Not the exactly one he was looking for lately, but Taehyung isn't going to say no when the powers that be want to tell him something important. The universe wants what it wants and he must heed its call. He scrambles to get Jimin and Hoseok off of him, making too much noise and pretending to be pissed more for the sake of hiding his half-hard boner than actually putting up a fight.
He's restless for the rest of practice, through last-minute announcements and Jonghyun's insistent reminders to bring the bandanas to their next practice. Wanting to hasten home after dance practice is a new and strange feeling, but once an idea like this one has been placed into his head, Taehyung can't help but indulge it. Now that it's upon him, there's no way he wouldn't recognize this feeling - paired with the weight of the camcorder in his hand, a video on a nondescript black USB. Or with the way Jeongguk looked in the moonlight, the taste of champagne on his tongue and the promise of whatever I want so sweet.
Oh, yes. Indulge indeed. Taehyung comes home to an empty apartment, not quite as sweltering now that the sun has already set almost completely below the horizon, but still warm. He doesn't mind the silence as much as he does most days. Instead, he's free to let this build as it wants to, anticipation making him shiver even in the muggy heat.
Jeongguk won't be home for at least the better part of an hour, bleary-eyed from nodding off a little on the train ride home and already tugging at his tie; Taehyung just hopes he won't have to bring work home for more overtime. But Taehyung's waited every day for the past few weeks for Jeongguk to join him for dinner or cuddles on the couch, and he can wait now. Despite the fact that Taehyung's erection from practice earlier is back in full force, he reminds himself not to touch - Taehyung can pretend all he wants that Jeongguk won't know if he jerks himself off a little, at least to work off the edge, but Jeongguk will notice if that edge is missing. That's what makes it so good, though - the way Jeongguk knows exactly how to make Taehyung's body sing.
Sitting in one place and studying Aristotle is out of the question, but Taehyung tries to make himself useful, cleaning up the living room destruction from when Jimin came over for more Mario Kart duels (Taehyung has yet to play a satisfactory game on Rainbow Road but he will soon prevail, no matter how Jimin taunts) and doing the leftover dishes from last night's dinner. should i cook tonight? he texts Jeongguk once the kitchen is spotless. He had to pause halfway through loading the dishwasher to tuck his erection properly under the waistband of his boxers, because the friction from the fabric was distracting him. The whole point of the household chores was to take his mind off of that.
no need, Jeongguk replies a little over ten minutes later. i'll bring takeout from your fave.
yay youre the best!!!! Taehyung shoots back immediately. Takeout is good. Takeout is excellent, because that means they won't take the usual time to cook and there will be less dishes to do. He adds a few hearts to his reply on a whim, because anticipation makes him emoticon-happy and Jeongguk will only interpret it as a good mood, probably from dance.
A few minutes later, Jeongguk's replied again. least i can do for coming home so late all the time
By the time Jeongguk does get home, Taehyung's lying on his stomach across the couch, absently flipping the pages of a novel he plucked off their haphazardly arranged bookshelf. If his boner flagged in the downtime before Jeongguk walked in through the door, how goddamn good he looks in his suit takes care of that. His hair is mussed in the front, the way it gets when he runs his hands through it when thinking hard, but with his tie already undone and hanging around his neck, he's the best thing Taehyung's ever seen.
"Jeonggukie!" Taehyung says excitedly, rolling off of the couch and hastening to take the takeout containers out of Jeongguk's hands so he doesn't have to juggle them along with his laptop bag.
"Hey, you," Jeongguk says, and catches Taehyung by the wrist to give him a long kiss hello. When he dips his tongue into Taehyung's mouth, Taehyung nearly whimpers and has to pull himself together before he drops their dinner. Jeongguk doesn't seem to notice how tightly wound he is just yet, turning to put down his keys and start undoing his tie.
Taehyung makes himself go into the kitchen and get bowls from the cupboards, anything to keep his eyes away from Jeongguk's fingers against that silky black fabric. Oh, god. He focuses on not spilling the japchae - Jeongguk really did get his favorite, he can't wait to get it into his stomach - and pretends not to notice Jeongguk coming back into the kitchen until Jeongguk wraps his arms around Taehyung's waist from behind.
"Did I mention yet that you're the best?" Taehyung asks, leaning back into Jeongguk's embrace. He's dressed down now, the fabric of his t-shirt tickling at the nape of Taehyung's neck, and Taehyung's overly conscious of how warm his boyfriend is as Jeongguk hooks his chin on Taehyung's shoulder, eyeing the food.
"Yes, but it never hurts to say it again," Jeongguk hums, turning his head to press a kiss to Taehyung's jaw.
"Good boyfriends bring home yummy food," Taehyung says sagely, and pats Jeongguk's interlocked fingers around his waist to get Jeongguk to release him. "But you have to let go of me so we can eat, babe."
Jeongguk nuzzles against Taehyung's neck, somehow still blissfully oblivious to the situation already in Taehyung's pants. "I guess we could do food now," he says, "or…" He lets his voice trail off like he knows Taehyung will fill in the rest of the sentence. It's early enough in the evening that his hands stay in their place, though.
Little does he know, Taehyung despairs, and turns to gently hip check Jeongguk towards the dining table. "Food," Taehyung says firmly. If they don't eat now, they might not eat again until tomorrow, and he isn't trying so hard now for nothing. He has plans far bigger than the makeout session against the kitchen counter Jeongguk has in mind.
Dinner is nice, and on Taehyung's terms (he isn't quite holding a grudge for the butt plug escapade, but it's a close one). He fills Jeongguk in on almost everything that happened at dance practice earlier today, happy to chatter, and Jeongguk tells him about the new case he was just assigned to today for an international airline company. It sounds glamorous, but Taehyung's already seen Jeongguk spend enough long nights at the coffee table, surrounded by paperwork, to guess it's not all luxury flights and meetings with CEOs. But Jeongguk seems to be enjoying himself, and that's what matters.
There are some days Jeongguk comes back from work as if he stepped out of the company gym and directly into the train station, in his workout clothes and slightly sweaty. Gym days are the days when the adrenaline high has yet to dissipate completely and Jeongguk likes to nip Taehyung's bottom lip when he draws back. But today is an easy day, Jeongguk comfortable in his t-shirt and sweats after a day in a suit, and judging from the back hug in the kitchen, Taehyung thinks he might be open-minded to what Taehyung's been thinking almost obsessively about since he got back from practice. After all, Jeongguk has yet to tell him no, not even once.
"Baaaabe," Taehyung says, wriggling up against Jeongguk's side. They've migrated from the dining room to the living room couch, but Jeongguk doesn't reach out to turn the TV on.
"Yes?" Jeongguk answers patiently. He puts an arm around Taehyung's shoulders, petting at the hair he can reach at the nape of Taehyung's neck and smiling at Taehyung's pleased quiver. "What is it?"
Taehyung looks up at Jeongguk through his eyelashes, and leans forward for another kiss, this one short but still sweet. Up this close, Taehyung sees the divot of Jeongguk's dimple when he smiles at Taehyung, and resists the urge to fit his fingertip against it. He can't get distracted when he's already come so far. "I was thinking…"
He can see the uh oh on Jeongguk's face before Jeongguk even says anything, but it doesn't deter him. This is a cycle they've been through before. "What's on that mind of yours, Kim Taehyung," Jeongguk says, stopping his hair petting in favor of lightly curling his fingers around what he can reach of Taehyung's neck. It probably isn't something he's consciously aware he's doing, but it makes Taehyung's breath stutter all the same.
"So today during dance practice," Taehyung begins, but despite all his build-up, all his mental planning, words suddenly fail him. He falters for a moment as the expectant silence drags on, and then simply draws the bandana out of his back pocket and puts it into Jeongguk's free hand.
Jeongguk looks down at the square of cloth, thick but not entirely opaque, slightly wrinkled from being in Taehyung's pocket all day. The realization dawns on him more quickly than Taehyung could've hoped, Jeongguk snapping his head back up to fix wide, incredulous eyes on Taehyung's face. "Babe…?" he says hesitantly, like he's afraid he misinterpreted what Taehyung is asking of him.
"Yes," Taehyung manages to get out, the newly rekindled desire flooding through his body so fast it feels like a hot flash. "Yes, Jeongguk, please."
"You want me to...put this on you? Tonight?" Jeongguk says. As if he needs to make sure yet again, that Taehyung means what he couldn't say when he put the bandana into Jeongguk's hand. As if Taehyung hasn't trusted Jeongguk with his body and more, time and time again.
Taehyung practically climbs into Jeongguk's lap, unable to hold himself back anymore now that the cat's out of the bag, and when Jeongguk doesn't lift a hand to stop him, he curls his fingers into the fabric of Jeongguk's shirt and presses close. "Please?" he pleads. "Jeongguk, I want it."
"You are going to be the end of me, god, yes," Jeongguk groans, and reels Taehyung in for a deep, thorough kiss.
✧
Between reaching into Taehyung's pants to find him hard and slick with pre-come and Taehyung himself panting out encouragement and more begging, it doesn't take long for Jeongguk to wrench himself upright and bodily drag Taehyung into their bedroom. "Clothes off, now," Jeongguk says once they stumble through the doorway, his voice a growl in the seat of his chest. Taehyung can feel it reverberate against him as Jeongguk crushes their mouths together again, kissing the daylights out of him so well Taehyung can hardly figure out which way is up, nevermind try to take off his clothes.
"Jeongguk," Taehyung moans against Jeongguk's mouth, shuddering at Jeongguk licks his way in, his tongue sliding wetly against Taehyung's. He's so hard he feels lightheaded, and there was really no need to worry about losing that edge when Jeongguk could unravel him in minutes if he wanted.
"Clothes," Jeongguk repeats, and decides to take matters into his own hands when Taehyung whines needily for Jeongguk's mouth back on his. Relieved of his task, Taehyung lets his head drop back against the wall as Jeongguk trails his lips down the side of Taehyung's throat, hands scrambling at Jeongguk's shoulders as Jeongguk fights open the button of Taehyung's jeans. They separate very briefly so Jeongguk can tug Taehyung's shirt over his head, but then Jeongguk pressing Taehyung back to kiss him stupid again.
Taehyung struggles to untangle his feet from the jeans now left in a heap on the ground without breaking contact. By the time he manages it, Jeongguk's dumped his shirt on the ground to join Taehyung's clothes and Taehyung moans out loud, running his hands down Jeongguk's chest. The hours in the gym have clearly been paying off, that's all he can say. He just wants to put his hands everywhere.
"Babe," Jeongguk huffs out, lifting his mouth from a blotchy hickey he just sucked at the base of Taehyung's neck, settled mostly in the hollow between his collarbones. It's one of several, in a lopsided chain along his neck, and Taehyung knows they'll bruise spectacularly come morning. "Underwear, too, yeah?"
"Yes, okay, but take your pants off first," Taehyung says breathlessly. He can feel the well-worn material against his bare thighs and it's in the way of their bodies skin-on-skin, of how badly Taehyung wants to press forward, back into Jeongguk's touch, meld the two of them together.
Jeongguk laughs softly, presses a wet kiss to Taehyung's neck again, before he's shoving his own sweatpants down and divesting Taehyung of his underwear, too. He doesn't stop Taehyung when he scrambles at the waistband of Jeongguk's boxers, but doesn't move to help either, taking his time as he strokes down the swell of Taehyung's ass. The slap that follows is more sound than impact, but Taehyung jerks against Jeongguk in surprise all the same, the pre-come blurting from his cock smearing against Jeongguk's abs.
"Stop that, you're going to make me finish too fast," Taehyung says weakly when Jeongguk draws his fingers through the pre-come on his own stomach and brings them to his mouth to taste. Jeongguk smirks at him, making a display out of licking his fingertips clean. Light-headed with arousal, Taehyung groans and presses his forehead to Jeongguk's shoulder.
"Bed," Jeongguk says, stepping back even as Taehyung pouts at losing his headrest. "Or else how will we try out your new idea?"
Taehyung think he makes a sound of eager agreement, but the thought of following the sound is quickly banished by Jeongguk steering him back towards his bed, pushing Taehyung down gently. He goes willingly, running his hands up Jeongguk's sides as Jeongguk clambers over him on his hands and knees. "Kiss me?" Taehyung asks hopefully, as if Jeongguk would ever refuse him. He's given his kiss, Jeongguk reaching up with one hand to fit his palm to Taehyung's jaw, thumb stroking against Taehyung's cheek. When Jeongguk pulls back, Taehyung whines loudly in complaint and blinks his eyes open, a little surprised to find that they've closed.
"Someone's needy," Jeongguk says, his voice curling around the words with unmistakable approval. He pulls his hand away from Taehyung's face and sits back on his heels to see Taehyung's face better. "Tell me what you want, baby. Blindfold? How about something for your wrists?"
"I - Anything, wrists, yes," Taehyung whimpers. He hadn't quite thought things out this far before, too preoccupied with trying to persuade Jeongguk to get onboard with the whole blindfolds idea in the first place, but he's more than happy to let Jeongguk take the reins. Or more literally, the ties, as Jeongguk reaches for his bedside dresser for the length of the black tie he'd just taken off earlier tonight. The contrast of his neat, corporate formal tie with the way it's being used now, to tie Taehyung down, feels so filthy that Taehyung can't help but squirm helplessly, needing friction that he doesn't have.
"Wrists above your head, tell me if this is too tight," Jeongguk says soothingly, almost coaxing, as he loops the tie around Taehyung's wrists and secures it to the one of the headboard slats. When Taehyung pulls against them experimentally, they hold, the silky fabric sliding along the inside of Taehyung's wrists in a way that has him shivering again.
He's vaguely aware that Jeongguk's shifting back again, into the space between Taehyung's widening thighs so he can inspect his handiwork. It must look good, because Taehyung darts a glance down at Jeongguk's cock and swallows hard to see it completely hard and leaking, probably aching a little, and they haven't even properly begun yet. Taehyung's not much better, but with the securing of his wrists and the blindfold he knows is still to come, his mind is already beginning to drift blissfully.
"Taehyung?" Jeongguk runs a reassuring hand up and down Taehyung's side again, slowing at the end of his sweep to rub a thumb along the ridge of his hip bone. "You still with me?"
"Oh, yes," Taehyung says, knowing Jeongguk hears the dreamy note in his voice as well as he does when Jeongguk exhales hard through his nose, gripping Taehyung's hip for a moment before letting go.
He whimpers when Jeongguk kisses him again, arching off the bed with what little leverage he can get to meet Jeongguk's lips sooner. The kiss is languid but no less intense for it, like Jeongguk is delving into Taehyung's mouth with his tongue as a preview for later. When he pulls back, he catches Taehyung's bottom lip between his teeth lightly, nipping hard enough that it pulls a moan from Taehyung's kiss-swollen mouth. "Blindfold now?"
"Yes, please, yes," Taehyung whispers into the heated space between them. His mind jumps from detail to detail, like the way Jeongguk's fingers look against the dark fabric in his hands, or the anticipation in Jeongguk's gaze upon him as he folds the bandana into a proper strip, or the broad sweep of his shoulders, his built chest. It's almost a shame that he won't be able to see it for the entirety of their time in bed, but his sight is a temporary sacrifice Taehyung is willing to make. When Jeongguk holds the makeshift blindfold up to Taehyung's face, Taehyung hums in pleasure and lifts his head enough so Jeongguk can tie it properly at the back.
Darkness settles over his eyes fast, drowning out the rest of the world. Taehyung can barely pick out the faintest lighting coming through the layers of cotton, and gives up quickly on trying to make out Jeongguk's shape before him, besides what he can feel from the body heat between his legs and the warm skin beneath his fingertips. It seems to accentuate everything on instinct - his heart rate picking up, his breathing shallow, entire body hypersensitive to the shift as Jeongguk draws back a little and waits for Taehyung's reaction. This is trust, after all, and Taehyung is more than ready to hand over one of his senses and let Jeongguk have his way.
Hands lift away from Taehyung's hips and settle again at his throat, on his hair with a slight tugging as Jeongguk draws his fingers through the strands. "Taehyung, shit," Jeongguk groans softly before pressing their mouths together once again. He sounds raw and stunned, and Taehyung wishes he could see the way Jeongguk's pupils have blown wide enough to swallow up the thin line of brown around the edges. But he can feel plenty, whimpering against sloppy kisses and arching into the first teasing touches to his nipples.
Jeongguk's not in the mood to linger, though. He moves his way down Taehyung's body, lingering over the hickeys and leaving a new one lower on his chest, to the left side, while he grinds his cock down against Taehyung's thigh maddeningly slowly. Taehyung quivers impatiently, wrists reflexively tugging against the binding that keeps him from touching Jeongguk, seizing him and insisting he stop skirting around Taehyung's own cock.
"Jeongguk," he whimpers, suddenly remembering that he can still speak. "Jeongguk, please, please, I need - "
"What else do you want?" Jeongguk murmurs against Taehyung's skin, teeth skirting close to the line of Taehyung's ribcage. The movement of his hips stops, but he doesn't move to get off, content to smear pre-come across the inside of Taehyung's thigh. "You asked for me to tie you down and blindfold you, so that's what I gave you. If you're good for me, I'll give you anything you ask for."
Taehyung moans wordlessly, hips rocking forward in a way that drags against Jeongguk's cock, and Jeongguk hisses and clamps a hand down on Taehyung's stomach to press him back against the mattress. Every touch of Jeongguk's hands to Taehyung's skin has him trembling, especially since he can't quite predict how he'll be touched anymore. "Jeongguk…"
"Mmm, what did I just say," Jeongguk says, soft and admonishing. The breath from his words sweeps across Taehyung's face and Taehyung licks his lips, wetting them automatically.
"I'll be good," Taehyung says desperately, and holds his hips as still as possible even as Jeongguk's hand drifts closer to the cock straining against Taehyung's belly, so far still untouched. Taehyung wants it so badly he could scream, but he'd much rather have Jeongguk's cock inside of him, thrusting so good he can't even make a sound. "I'll be so good. Please, Jeongguk."
"Okay, baby. Open for me and suck," Jeongguk instructs, sliding two fingers between Taehyung's lips and making a low, pleased noise as Taehyung's mouth drops open to accept them. Having something, anything, filling him is a rush that Taehyung has been longing for all this time, and he tongues at Jeongguk's fingers eagerly, so unabashedly sloppy about it that Jeongguk has to catch some of the spit collecting at the corner of Taehyung's mouth with his thumb, exhaling harshly. They both know it won't be enough, and Jeongguk will have to get up to retrieve the lube in a second, but still Taehyung nods frantically when Jeongguk brushes his slicked-up fingers across his hole questioningly.
Without the indications of Jeongguk's facial expressions and body language, Taehyung doesn't know whether or not Jeongguk will go get the lube after all until Jeongguk presses a finger inside of him and his decision to wait is clear. And thank fucking god, Taehyung isn't sure he could've waited any longer. Fingers in his mouth is nothing compared to the give and stretch of Jeongguk's ministrations to his hole, teasing. When he's keening and clenching around the single finger, Jeongguk mutters a curse under his breath and gives him the second one faster, working him open without all of the measured care of the first.
"More, more," Taehyung begs, but whines in protest when Jeongguk pulls back, sliding his fingers back out and leaving Taehyung gaping. "No! Jeongguk - "
Jeongguk kisses him obscenely to make up for it, their mouths separating with a wet smack when he pulls away again. "I need to get the lube, love, or else we can't keep going. You're doing so well."
Taehyung turns his face towards his arm, the texture of the blindfold so vivid against his skin, and whimpers desperately. "Hurry."
The bed shifts when Jeongguk eases his body off of it, footsteps muted against their rug as he wrenches over a drawer to grab the lube without closing it again. By now, Taehyung knows it well enough to imagine Jeongguk's cock, heavy and hard between his legs, and tugs futilely against the ties on his wrists until Jeongguk notices and makes a reproachful noise. The crack of the lube bottle opening tastes like pure relief.
Before Taehyung can wail in impatience, Jeongguk's warmed the lube on his fingers and is pressing the two back in, the lewd sounds of them spreading him wider ringing loud in Taehyung's ears. He gasps out moans, fucking himself back onto Jeongguk's fingers and practically sobbing when he's given a third in reward. "Look at you, you're so gorgeous for me," Jeongguk murmurs, stroking his other hand down Taehyung's trembling thigh.
"Jeongguk," Taehyung says, the word coming out as a breathless moan more than anything. He doesn't realize there are tears coming from his eyes until they make the fabric covering them damp, and his shoulders are aching from holding his arms over his head for so long, but all of that hardly matters right now.
What matters is Jeongguk whispering, "I got you, it's okay, I got you," as he withdraws his fingers one last time before reaching for more lube. It's the low groan, the kind that comes from the deepest part of his chest, when he wraps dripping fingers around his cock to slick himself up and the smallest touch feels so good already. Being blindfolded both restricted and expanded Taehyung's world, cutting off his sight but expanding his other senses starkly - but when Jeongguk brings his cock to Taehyung's entrance, everything narrows down to that point of heat and connection. Finally.
"Oh, fuck. Jeongguk, fuck, please," Taehyung's whispering, babbling, as Jeongguk sinks deeper inside of him with his own answering moans and shuddering breaths. It's maddening, how slow he goes, grinding out each thrust aimed against Taehyung's prostate as Taehyung shakes apart underneath him.
"Taehyung," Jeongguk breathes and sinks inside of him again, bracing himself against his arms for leverage. Not being able to touch is on the brink of torture at this point, and Jeongguk responds to Taehyung's needy whimpers with kisses, messy ones as if Jeongguk seeks to mimic the movements of his hips with his tongue. His thrusts don't get any faster, though, deep and deliberate like he intends to wring Taehyung's orgasm out of his body.
When the idea of having sex with a blindfold popped into Taehyung's mind, at the dance practice that seems so far away now, he hadn't quite anticipated the pace, the intensity. If Taehyung's hands were freed, he'd be scratching lines down Jeongguk's back already, begging for something - anything - more, but now all he can do is let his head lull in the cradle of his arms and let the moans trip out of his mouth when Jeongguk pulls back so Taehyung can catch his breath a little.
In the end, Taehyung's orgasm takes him completely by surprise; Jeongguk thrusts his cock forward one last time against Taehyung's prostate and he really does fall apart, come splattering across his stomach and his hips jerking forward weakly. For a few moments, there are fireworks on the insides of his eyelids, breaking through the constant black. "Yeah, babe," Taehyung murmurs against Jeongguk's lips as he follows right after, moaning Taehyung's name brokenly.
They lie there, all wrung out, until Jeongguk finally musters the energy to raise himself up on his elbows and work out the knots on the blindfold and tie, Taehyung sighing as he lowers his arms at last. Jeongguk's tie is mangled but he doesn't even seem to mind, tossing it and the bandana in the general direction of the bedside table. Once Taehyung is freed and the circulation in his arms is on its way back to normal, Jeongguk flops back down, still on top - and inside - of him.
"You okay?" Jeongguk murmurs, mouthing gently, sweetly, against Taehyung's earlobe. He's space heater warm, which Taehyung would hate in the summer, but right now it's exactly what he needs.
"Fantastic," Taehyung breathes. He blinks his eyes open, and Jeongguk is right there, eyes warm and concerned even despite Taehyung's reassurance. Everything seems overly bright, even though the sun has already set almost all the way past the horizon. Jeongguk's breathing is slowing, the rise and fall of his chest pulling together the pieces of Taehyung that have been strewn apart and centering him.
Jeongguk pulls out of him eventually, Taehyung making a helpless noise but it's too late, he's already gone. "Shh, I'm right here," Jeongguk says, as if he knows exactly what Taehyung is thinking and he's already tucking Taehyung against his side without a care for the mess. They can always clean up later.
"You're the best," Taehyung says drowsily, sleep sneaking up on him before he even realized he was this tired. "Jeonggukie. Love you."
"Yeah, I love you, too," Jeongguk whispers back, sounding unbearably fond. His mouth, the same mouth that drove Taehyung to frustration and then frantic pleasure, holds such precious words. Taehyung can feel dreamland stealing at him already, but not before he senses more so than sees Jeongguk brushing kisses across Taehyung's closing eyelids.
Then sleep, with the promise of sweat-sticky bodies in the summer morning and more cuddling despite it all.
taehyung/jeongguk // nc-17 // ~6.6k // graphic sex, mild bondage, bdsm themes
Taehyung always comes up with the best ideas. Luckily, Jeongguk is down to try anything Taehyung wants. Inspired by this and, of course, this.
In the wake of finals week, summer rolls in shamelessly hot, sweat gathering along the nape of Taehyung's neck and creeping down his back when he sprawls in the living room at midday. Their little flat doesn't have air conditioning, the building too old for such technological advances and too charming for Taehyung to consider moving out, so he often escapes to coffee shops and campus libraries.
Jeongguk passes the hours by in the maintained cool temperatures of a corporate office, at the prestigious consulting firm where he landed an internship for the summer. It's got him in suits every day, like he doesn't wear enough of them in the school year, but Taehyung's not complaining. There's something so very domestic about it: the way Jeongguk wakes up first and takes a moment to kiss Taehyung on the forehead before dragging himself out of bed. Or the shower water running distantly, the rustle of fabric as Jeongguk slides on his blazer. On the days Taehyung has a morning class, he's up in time to watch sleepily from his perch at the kitchen counter, Jeongguk going out of his way to steal a bite from Taehyung's bagel and another kiss, this time on the lips.
Summer classes are definitely lighter, especially since Taehyung is only taking a few general requirements to get them out of the way. He's been feeling lost lately, switching majors like he's got a panel of switches in front of him and keeps flicking random ones on as if they'll light something up in his mind. And, as much as he hates to admit it, seeing Jeongguk leave for work in an industry he's genuinely interested in and on his way to entering - well, it leaves Taehyung feeling kind of anxious.
He's still got dance though. That hasn't changed and doesn't seem like it ever will, the ache of physical and mental exertion lingering so good after a particularly challenging practice. Some of the team is in town for the quiet weeks before summer auditions, like Hoseok and Minwoo, and Howon leads casual weekly workshops alone while Dongwoo's gone back to his hometown. Jimin went home briefly too, but he's finally coming back today, and Taehyung has few qualms about skipping his Ancient Philosophy class to go pick Jimin up from the station.
A few minutes before the train is set to arrive, he fiddles with his phone, absently skimming the reading he downloaded onto his phone in hopes that it would make him actually read it, until Jimin appears among the crowd. Taehyung would recognize that slight figure anywhere, even when it's made bulky by the duffel bag Jimin has slung over his shoulder. "Hey, Jiminie!" he calls, and Jimin's face lights up in a smile when he catches sight of Taehyung waiting for him.
"You came to meet me!" Jimin says, bumping his shoulder companionably against Taehyung's and laughing when Taehyung pulls him into a tight hug. "I thought you had class at this time?"
"We're in the middle of watching some boring documentary, so I bowed out for today. Can't miss my best friend's return to town," Taehyung says, and shrugs good-naturedly when Jimin refuses his offer to help with his other bags. He knew Jimin would say no anyways, but it never hurts to ask.
It's only been a couple weeks since Jimin left - three, maximum - but it feels like months have passed since Taehyung joked around and caught up with him. Jimin's presence unwinds something Taehyung hadn't really realized was tense - hadn't really noticed building up over the days between Jeongguk bringing surplus casework back home and his own studying for his first approaching midterms. The dynamic between them is easy, always easy, and Taehyung is reminded yet again of how lucky he is to have the world's greatest best friend.
"Want to come over? Hang out before we practice and grab dinner?" Taehyung asks when they get to the street Jimin and Seokjin's apartment is on. With a full day of auditions for the team's summer intensive team coming up fast, they've definitely got to get some last-minute dancing in.
Jimin hesitates. "I still need to take all this stuff home and unpack," he says, but Taehyung can tell he's not that enthused about the idea. It isn't hard to guess why, either; Seokjin won't be back for at least another month, and Jimin can only stay so busy with the dance team and the research he's doing with the university's chemistry department this summer. Taehyung tries to imagine the hole at home without Seokjin there, and can't even begin to picture if Jeongguk worked elsewhere all summer.
"Do it later," Taehyung says insistently. "I still owe you an ass-kicking for that rigged round of Mario Kart during dead week."
"Not my fault you suck so bad at Rainbow Road," Jimin says, but he's smiling again even as Taehyung's whining about how no one is good at Rainbow Road and Jimin must be cheating, and it isn't long before he gives in. Just like Taehyung knew he would.
✧
The sound of their footsteps echo in the wide space as Jonghyun leads them through another run of the latest choreography. Auditions hadn't quite been a breeze, but both Taehyung and Jimin made it onto the summer intensive team, accompanied by Hoseok and several of the other regular members. Taehyung's on a not-so-secret mission to befriend the newest members, including a shy but smiley upperclassman named Park Daewon and a friend of Minhyuk and Hyunsik, Jung Ilhoon, who is a year older than him.
"Looking good, everyone," Jonghyun calls. He's watching from the front now, counting off the beats, after a few rounds of pacing around and adjusting the angle of an arm or the way someone's lunging forward. With how quietly confident he looks up there, no wonder Howon was so insistent Jonghyun start teaching some of his original choreography to the team - lower stakes in the summer makes it an optimal time to train the leadership board's potential successors. Taehyung can see the way they're doing the same thing with Jimin and it makes him want to swell up with pride. Once Jonghyun's piece is polished to perfection, they'll most likely be approaching Jimin to lead the next one.
They do look good, Taehyung thinks, when they've broken off into smaller groups to clean. Good enough to consider incorporating some of these pieces into their competition set when the school year comes back around. Howon is oddly absent today, and so is Hoseok, who was appointed as one of the summer directors alongside the existing ones, to the surprise of only himself. Even the rookies know how quickly Hoseok catches onto brand new choreography and turns it around to teach other people; the returners have seen him do it countless times. He's also the whole team's personal beacon of sunshine, which is exactly what they need with Dongwoo away.
All in all, it's a productive practice, great even. Howon and Hoseok walk in towards the end of practice, nodding hello at a slightly nervous Jonghyun before gathering the entire group together after one last run-through.
"Yo, everyone," Howon says, summoning their attention immediately, and the last conversations die down. Hoseok takes a seat next to Taehyung and Jimin, at the fringes of the crowd, and only then does Taehyung notice the huge cardboard box he's hefting around. He wants to lean over and ask what's inside, but Howon will catch him not paying attention before he can even open his mouth.
They go over the usual announcements, making note of a change in practice times to accommodate those who are helping with frosh orientation. Howon mentions a potential collaboration with one of the best girls' dance teams on campus, which has a few of the guys straightening up and exchanging excited looks. "We'll still need to talk with Soojung and Mijoo about it," Howon says, a smirk playing at his lips, "so don't get too carried away. Anyways, that's about it for me. Hoseok?"
"Yep," Hoseok says, rising to his feet, and he rolls his eyes affectionately when Taehyung and Jimin cheer quietly and flail their arms around as they've done whenever he's assumed his new director authority. "Hey, team. You've all been looking great with the new choreo! I know Jonghyun's mentioned that this one will come with props, yeah? So we brought those today, feel free to take them and incorporate them into the choreo during your own practice."
He gestures at the cardboard boxes, which Taehyung jumps upon at once, pulling out black and neon yellow bandanas. "Hey, these actually look pretty awesome," Taehyung says, and Hoseok shoots him a look as if to say did you think they wouldn't? that Taehyung mostly misses because he and Jimin happened to grab at the same gold bandana. They tussle a little before Howon prods them out of the way with a long-suffering groan so everyone else can get to the boxes.
"When's the last time these were cleaned, Howon hyung?" Ilhoon calls out, laughing. His closeness to Hyunsik and Minhyuk, who both stayed for the summer, enabled him to get comfortable quick in the team dynamic. He seems to particularly delight in little sarcastic comments towards Howon, who, to everyone's surprise, barely ruffles his feathers over Ilhoon's sass.
"I swear they're washed," Jonghyun says solemnly. "I'm the one who washed them. Twice."
Hoseok snickers at Jonghyun's put-out expression. "I definitely don't miss those days," he says, and grunts when Taehyung pounces onto his back.
"Just because you don't have to do laundry duty anymore doesn't make you the boss of us," he singsongs cheerfully into Hoseok's ear, twisting out of the way when Hoseok reaches back to tickle him to make him let go. "Back me up, Jiminie! Don't leave me to fend for myself alone!"
"You started that one," Jimin says with a snort, his words slightly muffled because he's already got a black bandana tied across his face, revealing only his eyes. It doesn't take much imagination to picture how he'll look with kohl lining those eyes, stage lights on high - how sick they'll look with they perform. Taehyung's pumped.
He rolls off of Hoseok obligingly, conveniently sprawling across Jimin's thighs. "I want to try," Taehyung whines, reaching out grabby hands at Jimin's face even as Jimin leans back to avoid them. There's a few more bandanas lying around after the rush to grab them, and Jimin finds one within arm's reach and drops it on Taehyung's face.
"Thank you," Taehyung says pointedly, sitting up to pull the cloth across his face experimentally. "This would make a pretty cool headband, or maybe a blindfold."
"Blindfold him!" Hoseok yells out of nowhere, and retaliates for Taehyung's earlier sprawl by wrestling the bandana across Taehyung's eyes, Jimin betraying the best friend bro code to help pull Taehyung's beanie down to Taehyung's nose so he has two layers of fabric to contend with. Taehyung's mid-shout, something about how he didn't befriend heathens, when the darkness seals across his eyes and leaves everything ringing.
Somewhere in the back of Taehyung's head, a switch flicks on.
Not the exactly one he was looking for lately, but Taehyung isn't going to say no when the powers that be want to tell him something important. The universe wants what it wants and he must heed its call. He scrambles to get Jimin and Hoseok off of him, making too much noise and pretending to be pissed more for the sake of hiding his half-hard boner than actually putting up a fight.
He's restless for the rest of practice, through last-minute announcements and Jonghyun's insistent reminders to bring the bandanas to their next practice. Wanting to hasten home after dance practice is a new and strange feeling, but once an idea like this one has been placed into his head, Taehyung can't help but indulge it. Now that it's upon him, there's no way he wouldn't recognize this feeling - paired with the weight of the camcorder in his hand, a video on a nondescript black USB. Or with the way Jeongguk looked in the moonlight, the taste of champagne on his tongue and the promise of whatever I want so sweet.
Oh, yes. Indulge indeed. Taehyung comes home to an empty apartment, not quite as sweltering now that the sun has already set almost completely below the horizon, but still warm. He doesn't mind the silence as much as he does most days. Instead, he's free to let this build as it wants to, anticipation making him shiver even in the muggy heat.
Jeongguk won't be home for at least the better part of an hour, bleary-eyed from nodding off a little on the train ride home and already tugging at his tie; Taehyung just hopes he won't have to bring work home for more overtime. But Taehyung's waited every day for the past few weeks for Jeongguk to join him for dinner or cuddles on the couch, and he can wait now. Despite the fact that Taehyung's erection from practice earlier is back in full force, he reminds himself not to touch - Taehyung can pretend all he wants that Jeongguk won't know if he jerks himself off a little, at least to work off the edge, but Jeongguk will notice if that edge is missing. That's what makes it so good, though - the way Jeongguk knows exactly how to make Taehyung's body sing.
Sitting in one place and studying Aristotle is out of the question, but Taehyung tries to make himself useful, cleaning up the living room destruction from when Jimin came over for more Mario Kart duels (Taehyung has yet to play a satisfactory game on Rainbow Road but he will soon prevail, no matter how Jimin taunts) and doing the leftover dishes from last night's dinner. should i cook tonight? he texts Jeongguk once the kitchen is spotless. He had to pause halfway through loading the dishwasher to tuck his erection properly under the waistband of his boxers, because the friction from the fabric was distracting him. The whole point of the household chores was to take his mind off of that.
no need, Jeongguk replies a little over ten minutes later. i'll bring takeout from your fave.
yay youre the best!!!! Taehyung shoots back immediately. Takeout is good. Takeout is excellent, because that means they won't take the usual time to cook and there will be less dishes to do. He adds a few hearts to his reply on a whim, because anticipation makes him emoticon-happy and Jeongguk will only interpret it as a good mood, probably from dance.
A few minutes later, Jeongguk's replied again. least i can do for coming home so late all the time
By the time Jeongguk does get home, Taehyung's lying on his stomach across the couch, absently flipping the pages of a novel he plucked off their haphazardly arranged bookshelf. If his boner flagged in the downtime before Jeongguk walked in through the door, how goddamn good he looks in his suit takes care of that. His hair is mussed in the front, the way it gets when he runs his hands through it when thinking hard, but with his tie already undone and hanging around his neck, he's the best thing Taehyung's ever seen.
"Jeonggukie!" Taehyung says excitedly, rolling off of the couch and hastening to take the takeout containers out of Jeongguk's hands so he doesn't have to juggle them along with his laptop bag.
"Hey, you," Jeongguk says, and catches Taehyung by the wrist to give him a long kiss hello. When he dips his tongue into Taehyung's mouth, Taehyung nearly whimpers and has to pull himself together before he drops their dinner. Jeongguk doesn't seem to notice how tightly wound he is just yet, turning to put down his keys and start undoing his tie.
Taehyung makes himself go into the kitchen and get bowls from the cupboards, anything to keep his eyes away from Jeongguk's fingers against that silky black fabric. Oh, god. He focuses on not spilling the japchae - Jeongguk really did get his favorite, he can't wait to get it into his stomach - and pretends not to notice Jeongguk coming back into the kitchen until Jeongguk wraps his arms around Taehyung's waist from behind.
"Did I mention yet that you're the best?" Taehyung asks, leaning back into Jeongguk's embrace. He's dressed down now, the fabric of his t-shirt tickling at the nape of Taehyung's neck, and Taehyung's overly conscious of how warm his boyfriend is as Jeongguk hooks his chin on Taehyung's shoulder, eyeing the food.
"Yes, but it never hurts to say it again," Jeongguk hums, turning his head to press a kiss to Taehyung's jaw.
"Good boyfriends bring home yummy food," Taehyung says sagely, and pats Jeongguk's interlocked fingers around his waist to get Jeongguk to release him. "But you have to let go of me so we can eat, babe."
Jeongguk nuzzles against Taehyung's neck, somehow still blissfully oblivious to the situation already in Taehyung's pants. "I guess we could do food now," he says, "or…" He lets his voice trail off like he knows Taehyung will fill in the rest of the sentence. It's early enough in the evening that his hands stay in their place, though.
Little does he know, Taehyung despairs, and turns to gently hip check Jeongguk towards the dining table. "Food," Taehyung says firmly. If they don't eat now, they might not eat again until tomorrow, and he isn't trying so hard now for nothing. He has plans far bigger than the makeout session against the kitchen counter Jeongguk has in mind.
Dinner is nice, and on Taehyung's terms (he isn't quite holding a grudge for the butt plug escapade, but it's a close one). He fills Jeongguk in on almost everything that happened at dance practice earlier today, happy to chatter, and Jeongguk tells him about the new case he was just assigned to today for an international airline company. It sounds glamorous, but Taehyung's already seen Jeongguk spend enough long nights at the coffee table, surrounded by paperwork, to guess it's not all luxury flights and meetings with CEOs. But Jeongguk seems to be enjoying himself, and that's what matters.
There are some days Jeongguk comes back from work as if he stepped out of the company gym and directly into the train station, in his workout clothes and slightly sweaty. Gym days are the days when the adrenaline high has yet to dissipate completely and Jeongguk likes to nip Taehyung's bottom lip when he draws back. But today is an easy day, Jeongguk comfortable in his t-shirt and sweats after a day in a suit, and judging from the back hug in the kitchen, Taehyung thinks he might be open-minded to what Taehyung's been thinking almost obsessively about since he got back from practice. After all, Jeongguk has yet to tell him no, not even once.
"Baaaabe," Taehyung says, wriggling up against Jeongguk's side. They've migrated from the dining room to the living room couch, but Jeongguk doesn't reach out to turn the TV on.
"Yes?" Jeongguk answers patiently. He puts an arm around Taehyung's shoulders, petting at the hair he can reach at the nape of Taehyung's neck and smiling at Taehyung's pleased quiver. "What is it?"
Taehyung looks up at Jeongguk through his eyelashes, and leans forward for another kiss, this one short but still sweet. Up this close, Taehyung sees the divot of Jeongguk's dimple when he smiles at Taehyung, and resists the urge to fit his fingertip against it. He can't get distracted when he's already come so far. "I was thinking…"
He can see the uh oh on Jeongguk's face before Jeongguk even says anything, but it doesn't deter him. This is a cycle they've been through before. "What's on that mind of yours, Kim Taehyung," Jeongguk says, stopping his hair petting in favor of lightly curling his fingers around what he can reach of Taehyung's neck. It probably isn't something he's consciously aware he's doing, but it makes Taehyung's breath stutter all the same.
"So today during dance practice," Taehyung begins, but despite all his build-up, all his mental planning, words suddenly fail him. He falters for a moment as the expectant silence drags on, and then simply draws the bandana out of his back pocket and puts it into Jeongguk's free hand.
Jeongguk looks down at the square of cloth, thick but not entirely opaque, slightly wrinkled from being in Taehyung's pocket all day. The realization dawns on him more quickly than Taehyung could've hoped, Jeongguk snapping his head back up to fix wide, incredulous eyes on Taehyung's face. "Babe…?" he says hesitantly, like he's afraid he misinterpreted what Taehyung is asking of him.
"Yes," Taehyung manages to get out, the newly rekindled desire flooding through his body so fast it feels like a hot flash. "Yes, Jeongguk, please."
"You want me to...put this on you? Tonight?" Jeongguk says. As if he needs to make sure yet again, that Taehyung means what he couldn't say when he put the bandana into Jeongguk's hand. As if Taehyung hasn't trusted Jeongguk with his body and more, time and time again.
Taehyung practically climbs into Jeongguk's lap, unable to hold himself back anymore now that the cat's out of the bag, and when Jeongguk doesn't lift a hand to stop him, he curls his fingers into the fabric of Jeongguk's shirt and presses close. "Please?" he pleads. "Jeongguk, I want it."
"You are going to be the end of me, god, yes," Jeongguk groans, and reels Taehyung in for a deep, thorough kiss.
✧
Between reaching into Taehyung's pants to find him hard and slick with pre-come and Taehyung himself panting out encouragement and more begging, it doesn't take long for Jeongguk to wrench himself upright and bodily drag Taehyung into their bedroom. "Clothes off, now," Jeongguk says once they stumble through the doorway, his voice a growl in the seat of his chest. Taehyung can feel it reverberate against him as Jeongguk crushes their mouths together again, kissing the daylights out of him so well Taehyung can hardly figure out which way is up, nevermind try to take off his clothes.
"Jeongguk," Taehyung moans against Jeongguk's mouth, shuddering at Jeongguk licks his way in, his tongue sliding wetly against Taehyung's. He's so hard he feels lightheaded, and there was really no need to worry about losing that edge when Jeongguk could unravel him in minutes if he wanted.
"Clothes," Jeongguk repeats, and decides to take matters into his own hands when Taehyung whines needily for Jeongguk's mouth back on his. Relieved of his task, Taehyung lets his head drop back against the wall as Jeongguk trails his lips down the side of Taehyung's throat, hands scrambling at Jeongguk's shoulders as Jeongguk fights open the button of Taehyung's jeans. They separate very briefly so Jeongguk can tug Taehyung's shirt over his head, but then Jeongguk pressing Taehyung back to kiss him stupid again.
Taehyung struggles to untangle his feet from the jeans now left in a heap on the ground without breaking contact. By the time he manages it, Jeongguk's dumped his shirt on the ground to join Taehyung's clothes and Taehyung moans out loud, running his hands down Jeongguk's chest. The hours in the gym have clearly been paying off, that's all he can say. He just wants to put his hands everywhere.
"Babe," Jeongguk huffs out, lifting his mouth from a blotchy hickey he just sucked at the base of Taehyung's neck, settled mostly in the hollow between his collarbones. It's one of several, in a lopsided chain along his neck, and Taehyung knows they'll bruise spectacularly come morning. "Underwear, too, yeah?"
"Yes, okay, but take your pants off first," Taehyung says breathlessly. He can feel the well-worn material against his bare thighs and it's in the way of their bodies skin-on-skin, of how badly Taehyung wants to press forward, back into Jeongguk's touch, meld the two of them together.
Jeongguk laughs softly, presses a wet kiss to Taehyung's neck again, before he's shoving his own sweatpants down and divesting Taehyung of his underwear, too. He doesn't stop Taehyung when he scrambles at the waistband of Jeongguk's boxers, but doesn't move to help either, taking his time as he strokes down the swell of Taehyung's ass. The slap that follows is more sound than impact, but Taehyung jerks against Jeongguk in surprise all the same, the pre-come blurting from his cock smearing against Jeongguk's abs.
"Stop that, you're going to make me finish too fast," Taehyung says weakly when Jeongguk draws his fingers through the pre-come on his own stomach and brings them to his mouth to taste. Jeongguk smirks at him, making a display out of licking his fingertips clean. Light-headed with arousal, Taehyung groans and presses his forehead to Jeongguk's shoulder.
"Bed," Jeongguk says, stepping back even as Taehyung pouts at losing his headrest. "Or else how will we try out your new idea?"
Taehyung think he makes a sound of eager agreement, but the thought of following the sound is quickly banished by Jeongguk steering him back towards his bed, pushing Taehyung down gently. He goes willingly, running his hands up Jeongguk's sides as Jeongguk clambers over him on his hands and knees. "Kiss me?" Taehyung asks hopefully, as if Jeongguk would ever refuse him. He's given his kiss, Jeongguk reaching up with one hand to fit his palm to Taehyung's jaw, thumb stroking against Taehyung's cheek. When Jeongguk pulls back, Taehyung whines loudly in complaint and blinks his eyes open, a little surprised to find that they've closed.
"Someone's needy," Jeongguk says, his voice curling around the words with unmistakable approval. He pulls his hand away from Taehyung's face and sits back on his heels to see Taehyung's face better. "Tell me what you want, baby. Blindfold? How about something for your wrists?"
"I - Anything, wrists, yes," Taehyung whimpers. He hadn't quite thought things out this far before, too preoccupied with trying to persuade Jeongguk to get onboard with the whole blindfolds idea in the first place, but he's more than happy to let Jeongguk take the reins. Or more literally, the ties, as Jeongguk reaches for his bedside dresser for the length of the black tie he'd just taken off earlier tonight. The contrast of his neat, corporate formal tie with the way it's being used now, to tie Taehyung down, feels so filthy that Taehyung can't help but squirm helplessly, needing friction that he doesn't have.
"Wrists above your head, tell me if this is too tight," Jeongguk says soothingly, almost coaxing, as he loops the tie around Taehyung's wrists and secures it to the one of the headboard slats. When Taehyung pulls against them experimentally, they hold, the silky fabric sliding along the inside of Taehyung's wrists in a way that has him shivering again.
He's vaguely aware that Jeongguk's shifting back again, into the space between Taehyung's widening thighs so he can inspect his handiwork. It must look good, because Taehyung darts a glance down at Jeongguk's cock and swallows hard to see it completely hard and leaking, probably aching a little, and they haven't even properly begun yet. Taehyung's not much better, but with the securing of his wrists and the blindfold he knows is still to come, his mind is already beginning to drift blissfully.
"Taehyung?" Jeongguk runs a reassuring hand up and down Taehyung's side again, slowing at the end of his sweep to rub a thumb along the ridge of his hip bone. "You still with me?"
"Oh, yes," Taehyung says, knowing Jeongguk hears the dreamy note in his voice as well as he does when Jeongguk exhales hard through his nose, gripping Taehyung's hip for a moment before letting go.
He whimpers when Jeongguk kisses him again, arching off the bed with what little leverage he can get to meet Jeongguk's lips sooner. The kiss is languid but no less intense for it, like Jeongguk is delving into Taehyung's mouth with his tongue as a preview for later. When he pulls back, he catches Taehyung's bottom lip between his teeth lightly, nipping hard enough that it pulls a moan from Taehyung's kiss-swollen mouth. "Blindfold now?"
"Yes, please, yes," Taehyung whispers into the heated space between them. His mind jumps from detail to detail, like the way Jeongguk's fingers look against the dark fabric in his hands, or the anticipation in Jeongguk's gaze upon him as he folds the bandana into a proper strip, or the broad sweep of his shoulders, his built chest. It's almost a shame that he won't be able to see it for the entirety of their time in bed, but his sight is a temporary sacrifice Taehyung is willing to make. When Jeongguk holds the makeshift blindfold up to Taehyung's face, Taehyung hums in pleasure and lifts his head enough so Jeongguk can tie it properly at the back.
Darkness settles over his eyes fast, drowning out the rest of the world. Taehyung can barely pick out the faintest lighting coming through the layers of cotton, and gives up quickly on trying to make out Jeongguk's shape before him, besides what he can feel from the body heat between his legs and the warm skin beneath his fingertips. It seems to accentuate everything on instinct - his heart rate picking up, his breathing shallow, entire body hypersensitive to the shift as Jeongguk draws back a little and waits for Taehyung's reaction. This is trust, after all, and Taehyung is more than ready to hand over one of his senses and let Jeongguk have his way.
Hands lift away from Taehyung's hips and settle again at his throat, on his hair with a slight tugging as Jeongguk draws his fingers through the strands. "Taehyung, shit," Jeongguk groans softly before pressing their mouths together once again. He sounds raw and stunned, and Taehyung wishes he could see the way Jeongguk's pupils have blown wide enough to swallow up the thin line of brown around the edges. But he can feel plenty, whimpering against sloppy kisses and arching into the first teasing touches to his nipples.
Jeongguk's not in the mood to linger, though. He moves his way down Taehyung's body, lingering over the hickeys and leaving a new one lower on his chest, to the left side, while he grinds his cock down against Taehyung's thigh maddeningly slowly. Taehyung quivers impatiently, wrists reflexively tugging against the binding that keeps him from touching Jeongguk, seizing him and insisting he stop skirting around Taehyung's own cock.
"Jeongguk," he whimpers, suddenly remembering that he can still speak. "Jeongguk, please, please, I need - "
"What else do you want?" Jeongguk murmurs against Taehyung's skin, teeth skirting close to the line of Taehyung's ribcage. The movement of his hips stops, but he doesn't move to get off, content to smear pre-come across the inside of Taehyung's thigh. "You asked for me to tie you down and blindfold you, so that's what I gave you. If you're good for me, I'll give you anything you ask for."
Taehyung moans wordlessly, hips rocking forward in a way that drags against Jeongguk's cock, and Jeongguk hisses and clamps a hand down on Taehyung's stomach to press him back against the mattress. Every touch of Jeongguk's hands to Taehyung's skin has him trembling, especially since he can't quite predict how he'll be touched anymore. "Jeongguk…"
"Mmm, what did I just say," Jeongguk says, soft and admonishing. The breath from his words sweeps across Taehyung's face and Taehyung licks his lips, wetting them automatically.
"I'll be good," Taehyung says desperately, and holds his hips as still as possible even as Jeongguk's hand drifts closer to the cock straining against Taehyung's belly, so far still untouched. Taehyung wants it so badly he could scream, but he'd much rather have Jeongguk's cock inside of him, thrusting so good he can't even make a sound. "I'll be so good. Please, Jeongguk."
"Okay, baby. Open for me and suck," Jeongguk instructs, sliding two fingers between Taehyung's lips and making a low, pleased noise as Taehyung's mouth drops open to accept them. Having something, anything, filling him is a rush that Taehyung has been longing for all this time, and he tongues at Jeongguk's fingers eagerly, so unabashedly sloppy about it that Jeongguk has to catch some of the spit collecting at the corner of Taehyung's mouth with his thumb, exhaling harshly. They both know it won't be enough, and Jeongguk will have to get up to retrieve the lube in a second, but still Taehyung nods frantically when Jeongguk brushes his slicked-up fingers across his hole questioningly.
Without the indications of Jeongguk's facial expressions and body language, Taehyung doesn't know whether or not Jeongguk will go get the lube after all until Jeongguk presses a finger inside of him and his decision to wait is clear. And thank fucking god, Taehyung isn't sure he could've waited any longer. Fingers in his mouth is nothing compared to the give and stretch of Jeongguk's ministrations to his hole, teasing. When he's keening and clenching around the single finger, Jeongguk mutters a curse under his breath and gives him the second one faster, working him open without all of the measured care of the first.
"More, more," Taehyung begs, but whines in protest when Jeongguk pulls back, sliding his fingers back out and leaving Taehyung gaping. "No! Jeongguk - "
Jeongguk kisses him obscenely to make up for it, their mouths separating with a wet smack when he pulls away again. "I need to get the lube, love, or else we can't keep going. You're doing so well."
Taehyung turns his face towards his arm, the texture of the blindfold so vivid against his skin, and whimpers desperately. "Hurry."
The bed shifts when Jeongguk eases his body off of it, footsteps muted against their rug as he wrenches over a drawer to grab the lube without closing it again. By now, Taehyung knows it well enough to imagine Jeongguk's cock, heavy and hard between his legs, and tugs futilely against the ties on his wrists until Jeongguk notices and makes a reproachful noise. The crack of the lube bottle opening tastes like pure relief.
Before Taehyung can wail in impatience, Jeongguk's warmed the lube on his fingers and is pressing the two back in, the lewd sounds of them spreading him wider ringing loud in Taehyung's ears. He gasps out moans, fucking himself back onto Jeongguk's fingers and practically sobbing when he's given a third in reward. "Look at you, you're so gorgeous for me," Jeongguk murmurs, stroking his other hand down Taehyung's trembling thigh.
"Jeongguk," Taehyung says, the word coming out as a breathless moan more than anything. He doesn't realize there are tears coming from his eyes until they make the fabric covering them damp, and his shoulders are aching from holding his arms over his head for so long, but all of that hardly matters right now.
What matters is Jeongguk whispering, "I got you, it's okay, I got you," as he withdraws his fingers one last time before reaching for more lube. It's the low groan, the kind that comes from the deepest part of his chest, when he wraps dripping fingers around his cock to slick himself up and the smallest touch feels so good already. Being blindfolded both restricted and expanded Taehyung's world, cutting off his sight but expanding his other senses starkly - but when Jeongguk brings his cock to Taehyung's entrance, everything narrows down to that point of heat and connection. Finally.
"Oh, fuck. Jeongguk, fuck, please," Taehyung's whispering, babbling, as Jeongguk sinks deeper inside of him with his own answering moans and shuddering breaths. It's maddening, how slow he goes, grinding out each thrust aimed against Taehyung's prostate as Taehyung shakes apart underneath him.
"Taehyung," Jeongguk breathes and sinks inside of him again, bracing himself against his arms for leverage. Not being able to touch is on the brink of torture at this point, and Jeongguk responds to Taehyung's needy whimpers with kisses, messy ones as if Jeongguk seeks to mimic the movements of his hips with his tongue. His thrusts don't get any faster, though, deep and deliberate like he intends to wring Taehyung's orgasm out of his body.
When the idea of having sex with a blindfold popped into Taehyung's mind, at the dance practice that seems so far away now, he hadn't quite anticipated the pace, the intensity. If Taehyung's hands were freed, he'd be scratching lines down Jeongguk's back already, begging for something - anything - more, but now all he can do is let his head lull in the cradle of his arms and let the moans trip out of his mouth when Jeongguk pulls back so Taehyung can catch his breath a little.
In the end, Taehyung's orgasm takes him completely by surprise; Jeongguk thrusts his cock forward one last time against Taehyung's prostate and he really does fall apart, come splattering across his stomach and his hips jerking forward weakly. For a few moments, there are fireworks on the insides of his eyelids, breaking through the constant black. "Yeah, babe," Taehyung murmurs against Jeongguk's lips as he follows right after, moaning Taehyung's name brokenly.
They lie there, all wrung out, until Jeongguk finally musters the energy to raise himself up on his elbows and work out the knots on the blindfold and tie, Taehyung sighing as he lowers his arms at last. Jeongguk's tie is mangled but he doesn't even seem to mind, tossing it and the bandana in the general direction of the bedside table. Once Taehyung is freed and the circulation in his arms is on its way back to normal, Jeongguk flops back down, still on top - and inside - of him.
"You okay?" Jeongguk murmurs, mouthing gently, sweetly, against Taehyung's earlobe. He's space heater warm, which Taehyung would hate in the summer, but right now it's exactly what he needs.
"Fantastic," Taehyung breathes. He blinks his eyes open, and Jeongguk is right there, eyes warm and concerned even despite Taehyung's reassurance. Everything seems overly bright, even though the sun has already set almost all the way past the horizon. Jeongguk's breathing is slowing, the rise and fall of his chest pulling together the pieces of Taehyung that have been strewn apart and centering him.
Jeongguk pulls out of him eventually, Taehyung making a helpless noise but it's too late, he's already gone. "Shh, I'm right here," Jeongguk says, as if he knows exactly what Taehyung is thinking and he's already tucking Taehyung against his side without a care for the mess. They can always clean up later.
"You're the best," Taehyung says drowsily, sleep sneaking up on him before he even realized he was this tired. "Jeonggukie. Love you."
"Yeah, I love you, too," Jeongguk whispers back, sounding unbearably fond. His mouth, the same mouth that drove Taehyung to frustration and then frantic pleasure, holds such precious words. Taehyung can feel dreamland stealing at him already, but not before he senses more so than sees Jeongguk brushing kisses across Taehyung's closing eyelids.
Then sleep, with the promise of sweat-sticky bodies in the summer morning and more cuddling despite it all.