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Taehyung is feeling decidedly listless when Jungkook shows up in the doorway of his and Namjoon's bedroom. In that kind of mood where it's a little too warm in the dorm even with the aircon running, where he can't quite find the energy to sit up at his computer desk and play video games, where he gets bored scrolling through messages on his phone after five minutes.

So he settles for sprawling out on his bed, on top of all the pillows and blankets, and that's how Jungkook finds him, crawling in without an invitation.

"Yah," Taehyung tries, kicking out a bare foot that Jungkook immediately catches, warm fingers brushing over the thin skin of Taehyung's ankle before letting go. It gives him goosebumps.

Jungkook makes himself comfortable pressed into Taehyung's side, hair tickling Taehyung's chin. He smells good, and is too warm, too real like this. Suddenly, Taehyung can't focus on anything else, not sure if he's annoyed by that or not.

"The other bed is empty."

Jungkook whines, a soft puppy noise, throwing a leg over Taehyung's, heavy thigh resting across his. "Rapmon-hyung might be back soon. Don't wanna get yelled at."

"It's too warm for this," Taehyung says, but it's barely a protest. He already has one arm around Jungkook's back, scratching between his shoulder blades, soaking up the pleased sounds Jungkook makes like a sponge. A satisfied hyung-sponge.

It's too easy to let his bored mind wander, to hear Jungkook's soft, unrestrained groans from having his back rubbed and think about things he shouldn't. Not with Jungkook right here, not when even the others have started to question the way he is with the maknae sometimes.

Too clingy, too aggressive when they play-fight, too bold when they're in public spaces. Taehyung isn't sure where their concern really stems from, but he's only following Jungkook's lead, most of the time. Only bites at fingers or earlobes when Jungkook has him pinned or won't leave Taehyung in peace. Only cuddles him to sleep like this when Jungkook is the one who finds his way into Taehyung's arms.

But then— Taehyung will admit he's not entirely innocent, either. Sometimes his cold hands find their way up underneath Jungkook's shirt to play with his nipples until he's red and panting, or sometimes his teeth nip worryingly close to Jungkook's neck, where anything resembling a hickey would mean hell from their managers, just to hear how it makes his breath hitch.

And then sometimes, like now, Jungkook buries his face against the soft cotton of Taehyung's t-shirt and mumbles, "Wish I could just make out with someone."

Taehyung's stomach drops. He huffs out a nervous laugh. "Hah, what?"

"You know."

Taehyung doesn't.

"Just." Jungkook props himself up over Taehyung, dark glittering eyes and hair falling over his forehead, pink lips slightly parted. He always looks imperfect, up-close like this, and Taehyung thinks he's that much more handsome for it. "When there's nothing else to do. And you're kind of horny, but like, not enough to jerk off? Just wanna make out. Kiss someone for a while."

Taehyung's throat is dry. "Where is this coming from? Have you— have you even kissed before?"

Jungkook's face darkens a little with annoyance, with barely-hidden shyness. "Yeah, a little bit. Enough to know I'd like making out, okay? Fuck you for making me sound weird—"

"No, that's not what I meant, sorry," Taehyung says quickly, even though Jungkook's words didn't carry much heat anyway. There's a calmness to the way he's acting right now that Taehyung is a little entranced by. "You're right. Making out would be awesome."

"Yeah," Jungkook agrees, gaze dropping to Taehyung's mouth with a glance that lingers so long Taehyung almost wants to laugh at how obvious it is. "So, can we?"

"Make out with people?" Taehyung asks, voice coming out rough, the opposite of how casual and teasing he's trying to sound right now. And the look Jungkook gives him is too adult, too confident.

"Hyung. You know what I mean."

Taehyung swallows, wishing Jungkook would roll away from him already because he can't back down from that stare. "Right now?"

That response has a smile tugging at Jungkook's lips, small and genuine, and a warmth only slightly tinged with guilt blooms in Taehyung's chest. "If Rapmon-hyung walks in on us we can just tell him I, like, lost a bet or something."

"Hah, what, a bet to fucking make out with me—"

Taehyung doesn't finish, because Jungkook's lips are already on his, eager and soft, nose dragging across his cheek when he tilts his head into it.

The kiss starts so shy, almost chaste, until Taehyung curls his fingers around the back of Jungkook's neck and sucks at his lower lip. Jungkook breathes out a soft noise against Taehyung's mouth and kisses back harder, presses into it, until everything is sharp inhales and the slick sound of their lips meeting and an insistent, tugging heat low in Taehyung's gut.

It feels good. It feels too good, maybe, for just kissing, the rhythmic suck and drag of it sparking a hunger for more, for deeper kisses. Needing to know Jungkook is feeling just as overwhelmed as Taehyung is, now.

"Tae," Jungkook says between kisses, hushed and bordering on a whine. Taehyung's mouth feels tender, wet, belly swirling with more heat when Jungkook gets bold enough to suck at the tip of Taehyung's tongue, to whimper openly between kisses and shift impatiently over Taehyung's body. "Hyung."

Taehyung, just as caught up in the pleasure of it, honestly... doesn't know what this is. What they're doing, what Jungkook really wants. He squeezes at the back of Jungkook's neck and then stops kissing back, waits for Jungkook's eyes to flutter open. There's a pang in his chest at the uncertainty he sees there.

"Did I do something wrong?" Jungkook asks, voice small, and Taehyung frowns.

"No, no, that was good. Just— like, what the fuck?"

Jungkook blinks. He still looks dazed, lips obscenely kiss-swollen. It's so hard to look at him and not just lean in and keep kissing him.

"Was that just fooling around, or because you were feeling horny, or like... what?"

Jungkook's voice is low, hesitant. "You said it was good."

"Yeah, okay, don't answer any of my questions."

"Ah, sorry, I just. Fuck. I feel like a jerk now. You just—" Jungkook finally rolls off of Taehyung, flops down next to him instead and lifts an arm to hide his face. Taehyung only just now realizes that Jungkook is blushing. "I felt safe and kind of sleepy and I just wanted to, you know? I thought you'd be okay with it."

"Because I'm bi?"

"Because you let me cuddle you and you don't push me away if I've drooled on your shoulder in my sleep or if I wake up hard. Also, um, a little bit because you're bi, too. And just... because I wanted to. With you, hyung."

"Oh," Taehyung says, licking his lips, resisting the sudden urge to bite Jungkook's ear where the tips have flushed dark red.

Maybe Taehyung is just as much to blame here as Jungkook.

"Hey, Kook-ah. I am okay with it."

Jungkook clears his throat and then says, "Ah, really?"

"Yeah. Felt good. You're pretty good at kissing."

Jungkook finally looks at him, eyes a little brighter, almost amused. "Thanks. So can we keep—"

"Fuck, yeah, sure, why not," Taehyung babbles, and he's pulling Jungkook's arm away from his face, leaning down for another kiss. Their lips brush lightly, at first, and Jungkook stays still, eyes closed and eyelashes fanned out delicately, lips slightly parted, waiting. Taehyung makes him wait a moment longer, bumping his nose into Jungkook's and nuzzling gently across his cheek, opening his eyes to catch the confused scrunch of Jungkook's forehead.


"Shh." Taehyung kisses Jungkook's cheek, the tip of his nose, his top lip. When he finally tilts his head and slots their lips together for a real kiss, Jungkook surges up eagerly into it, and Taehyung breathes out a short laugh against his mouth.

"Jungkookie," Taehyung says, low and sweet, before he starts trading kisses with the same fervor, not shying away from the heat that swoops in his belly. It's easier than it should be, losing himself in the slick press and suck of their lips, now that they've started. Boredom and curiosity give way to genuine arousal so quickly, the pleasure of mouths meeting hungrily, kisses open and dragging.

It really is too easy.

"Oh," Jungkook gasps out when Taehyung rolls over onto him fully, slides long fingers up Jungkook's bare arms until they reach his wrists, getting them pinned against the mattress at either side of his head. Jungkook's eyes flutter open and Taehyung sits up, stares down at the blush across his cheeks and at his swollen, wet lips.

Jungkook squirms, fights the hold on his wrists for a few seconds, and then slumps back into the bed. He huffs out a shaky breath, tipping his head back, and Taehyung just— aches, suddenly, with the desire to kiss his neck. To make Jungkook feel good, to hear his needy sounds, to feel—

"Why'd you stop?" Jungkook asks.

Taehyung blinks, shifting a little where he's straddling Jungkook's hips, watching with a dark little curl of satisfaction at how the movement makes Jungkook's lips part with a soft gasp. "You still want this?"

"What, you sitting on my dick?" Jungkook says, and then seems to immediately regret it, blush darkening, teeth digging into his lip nervously. "Ah, hyung—"

Being hard around each other isn't new, and neither is wrestling and teasing before they slink away to take care of themselves, but this. This is something different. This arousal doesn't feel accidental or silly. Heat twists in Taehyung's belly and he squeezes at Jungkook's wrists, watches Jungkook's throat bob with a swallow and then leans more of his weight forward in response.

"Jungkook-ah." Taehyung's voice comes out raspy. He's not sure if it sounds more like a warning or a plea.

Jungkook's fingers twitch above where Taehyung is still gripping his wrists, still holding him down, and he finally mumbles, "Can't we just— keep doing what we were doing? Doesn't have to be weird, I don't wanna think, just want to—"

"Come in your pants?" Taehyung asks, not intending for the words to come out so mean, but Jungkook just tips his head back and laughs. Taehyung's almost surprised at the sudden relief that floods him, hearing such a familiarly warm sound.

"Do you need me to say it? Yes, make me come in my pants, hyung."

"Aish, this kid," Taehyung mutters, and before Jungkook can complain Taehyung is covering his mouth again, kissing him hard, thumbs stroking slowly at the insides of Jungkook's wrists.

Jungkook makes a small noise against Taehyung's lips and kisses back eagerly, breath hitching when Taehyung sucks hard at his lip, when he lets his teeth scrape. It feels a bit like when they're wrestling, kissing dirty like this, rocking his hips down with hard little shoves that have Jungkook groaning in what could be pain or pleasure but is probably both, panting into their kisses.

It doesn't feel like just getting off, with the way Taehyung doesn't bother to be gentle, with Jungkook's familiar smell and his soft voice and his annoyed grunts when Taehyung breaks the kiss just to nip at his jaw, the tip of his nose, his ear. Taehyung licks wet at the shell of Jungkook's ear and his hips buck, his arms nearly break free from Taehyung's hold with how hard he squirms.

"Can't you just make out like a normal person—" Jungkook huffs, and Taehyung grins brightly before pressing a soft kiss to Jungkook's lips.

"Is that what you want?" Taehyung asks in a deep voice, grinding their hips together now with slow, purposeful movements, able to feel the shape of their cocks pressed together even through their clothes. "Mm, hyung can be gentle with you, if that's how you want it."

Jungkook's face is scrunched, his lips parted with his quick breaths. "Please—"

And then something in Taehyung's control just— snaps. Seeing Jungkook vulnerable for him like this, hearing his little "ahh"s of pleasure. Taehyung drops his head until his face is tucked close to Jungkook's neck and ruts their hips together hard, chasing release, the bright heat that tightens in his belly.

"Tae, please, ah—" Jungkook cuts off and starts to come with a strangled noise too much like a sob, hips twisting, cock pulsing hot next to Taehyung's. Taehyung doesn't stop moving, he's too close, he can feel the dampness of Jungkook's come soaking through his clothes and fuck he just needs to come, it's right there, tight and so good

Jungkook turns his head, lips brushing Taehyung's ear when he gasps out, "yeah, that's it," and Taehyung finally comes. His hips jerk through it, his moans low, choked out sounds that he tries to muffle into Jungkook's neck.

They're both sweating, both breathing hard, Taehyung shivering with the aftershocks of how hard he came, and he belatedly lets go of Jungkook's wrists, turns his head and presses a sloppy kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Fuck," Jungkook swears. His hair is messy where it sticks to his forehead, and Taehyung lifts a hand to brush it away, meeting Jungkook's heavy-lidded gaze as he does it.

"Okay?" Taehyung asks, a little stupidly, because Jungkook's face is relaxed, an expression of bliss except for the shockingly adult-like darkness in his eyes that makes Taehyung shiver.

"Mm, yeah, 'course. Messy, though."

"Ah, shit, yeah. Wash my clothes when you wash yours?"

"Gross, hyung," Jungkook mutters, but it's not a no.

A door slams in the hallway, then, and Taehyung jerks away from Jungkook in surprise, dragged abruptly from their warm bubble of intimacy. It's not Namjoon - he hears Hoseok's bright laugh, and then Yoongi's mumble - but something unpleasant settles in his stomach when he realizes they could have easily been caught. Walked in on. How would Taehyung explain that, when he's not even sure what they're doing in the first place?

"We should—"

"Yeah," Jungkook agrees, sitting up, and Taehyung hates that he knows him so well, can just look at the slump of Jungkook's posture and know he's feeling awkward, maybe a little disappointed, and self-conscious. Fuck.

Taehyung scoots to the edge of the bed and kisses Jungkook's cheek wetly before saying, in a voice he hopes sounds normal enough, "Go clean up, loser."

Jungkook gives him something close to a smile before he leaves, and Taehyung falls back on his bed, underwear still a mess, and his thoughts even messier.



They don't actively avoid each other, after that. They kind of can't, with their schedules, with expectations for how they're supposed to act on stage and on camera. 

But things between them are... tense, now. Strange, in the way Jungkook won't stop staring at Taehyung when they're in the same room but will go stiff when Taehyung pulls him into his lap. Strange, when they're sweaty and tired after dance practice but Taehyung still finds an excuse to lean into Jungkook, nose at his hair, or when they're brushing their teeth side-by-side and Taehyung startles at the barely-visible bruising on Jungkook's wrists from when he held him down the day before.

Taehyung's eyes go wide, mouth open and full of toothpaste foam that threatens to dribble out. Jungkook follows his gaze and his cheeks flush pink, head ducked down even after he's spit into the sink.

"Ah, hyung," Jungkook mutters, trying to hide his wrists, expression guarded. "It's... nothing, okay? Goodnight."

The next morning Taehyung corners a sleepy Jungkook in the kitchen and brings each wrist slowly up to his lips, kissing over the fading bruises, and it leaves Jungkook wide-eyed and blinking, flustered.

"Sorry," Taehyung says, dropping Jungkook's hand, brushing his fingers through his hair. He can't seem to make himself stop touching Jungkook, when the younger is leaning into his hand, when his gaze keeps darting down to Taehyung's mouth.

"It's fine," Jungkook eventually chokes out, and then disappears without finishing his cereal. 

It doesn't feel fine — not just the bruises, but the stares, the urge to be close to Jungkook, the tension when he actually is — but Taehyung isn't sure how to fix it.



"What did you do to Jungkook?"

Taehyung freezes, and he's impressed by how even his voice comes out when he says, "I'm gonna need you to be more specific."

Jimin narrows his eyes. Taehyung blinks, and then goes back to poking at his rice.

"Did you fight? Is that why he's avoiding you?"

"No one's avoiding anyone."

"Look, I don't pretend to understand—" he waves his hand "—whatever it is you two have, but I saw him bite Namjoon-hyung's shoulder after practice. He misses you."

Taehyung's chest gives a sad pang. "That's the weirdest fucking example—"

"Taehyung-ah," Jimin says in a deeper voice, nearly scolding. "What happened?"

Taehyung gives up trying to distract himself with his food and tips his head onto Jimin's shoulder, sighing. "We made out and got off together the other day."

Jimin is quiet for a long moment before he finally says, "Okay, um. Wow. Like, sex...?"

"Just—Just grinding," Taehyung mutters. "We're not avoiding each other, it's just... weird now. I'm trying to be careful around him but I also can't stop thinking about having sex with him."

"Okay," Jimin says, voice a little strained like he's now thinking about them having sex too, and— hey, that's his problem, not Taehyung's.

"And he doesn't seem freaked out by me now, he's the one who brought up making out to begin with, I just... I don't know what to do."

"Have you two tried talking about it?"

Taehyung blinks. "Talking about what?"

"About— anything? That happened between you two? If either of you want it to happen again?" Jimin nudges Taehyung's shoulder. "Did it really not occur to you to just talk to him? Taehyung-ah!"

"Talking is for losers," Taehyung says, but the words come out meek, and Jimin is giving him a pitying look that makes his chest hurt. "If he wanted to talk about it, he would've brought it up, okay?"

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard, you know how shy he is—"

"I'm not going to force him to put a label on this if it was just fooling around, he's—he's our Jungkookie, he's—"

"Um, he's right here?" Jungkook says from right behind them.

"Oh shit," Jimin gasps, shoving Taehyung away, and Taehyung sputters out his own surprised noise just as he tumbles out of his chair.

"What the fuck!" Taehyung wheezes, clutching his hip where he hit the floor.

"Sorry," Jimin says, and then he covers his face just as he starts to laugh. Taehyung groans.

"You suck."

"Hyung," Jungkook interrupts, reaching out to grab Taehyung's hand and help him up from the floor. Taehyung leans all of his weight into Jungkook, as revenge for sneaking up on them, but he barely blinks at the effort of helping Taehyung up.

Taehyung tries not to find the display of strength hot, but he's only human.

Jungkook bites nervously at his lip, not letting go of Taehyung's hand right away. "We can talk, if that's what you want? I—I wasn't trying to make you think that I—"

"Hey, no, you're fine. Let's go to my room, okay? Namjoon-hyung will probably be at the studio for a few more hours." It might be a bad idea, inviting Jungkook back to the scene of the crime, but he'd rather have privacy when they talk. And anyway, isn't the point to prove that things are okay between them, after all? Jungkook spends as much time in Taehyung's room as he does anywhere else. It'll be fine.

"Okay," Jungkook agrees, giving Taehyung a shy smile. 

"I don't know how I feel about you two being alone together—" Jimin calls after them, and Taehyung turns around and sticks out his tongue.

"Very mature," Jungkook mumbles, even though Jimin is already sticking out his own tongue in response.

Taehyung turns back around and snorts. "Whatever, I know he sucks Hobi-hyung's dick, he's a hypocrite."

Jungkook makes a strangled noise next to him. "He does what—"

"You're comfortable being in here with me, right?" Taehyung asks when they get to the bedroom, and Jungkook's expression softens, hair falling over his eyes when he ducks his head. It's getting long, and Taehyung's fingers itch to play with it, especially now that it's dried soft from his shower after practice.

"Of course." He sits down on the bed and Taehyung follows after, plugging in his phone to charge and then bumping his shoulder into Jungkook's. Jungkook smiles his crooked little smile and continues, "You know I never regretted it or anything, right? What we did. I wasn't sure if you were being weird because we almost got caught, or because you regretted it, or because it was the first time I had done anything—"

"First time," Taehyung interrupts, voice strained. "Jungkook-ah. You let me take your dry-humping virginity?!"

Jungkook groans, shoving at Taehyung's side, ears already starting to flush red. Or maybe they've been red since he caught Taehyung and Jimin talking about him. God, Taehyung's missed kissing his cute red ears.

"Not the point. Are you going to tell me why you were weird around me after we fooled around?"

Taehyung picks up on the hurt in Jungkook's tone and hums a sad noise, hugging Jungkook's arm to his chest, nuzzling at his soft hair. "I'll admit I was, ah, going through it after you left my room. I was just worried, I guess? About how you were feeling, about us. But then every time I tried to cuddle you like normal you'd tense up on me—"

"Oh, uh, that," Jungkook mutters, turning his face away from Taehyung in embarrassment. "Yeah, I was just. Trying not to get a boner. Especially in front of everyone else."

Taehyung's chest flutters, which is probably not an appropriate reaction to what Jungkook just said. "Wait, really? So you weren't mad?"

"No, just like. Super sensitive to all your touches, remembering what we did, and stuff." Jungkook is tripping over his words now, and he finally groans, flopping back onto the bed. "Ah, hyung, it's embarrassing."

"No, that's hot. Really hot. So if we were in the kitchen and I slid my hand up your shirt and started sucking at your ear, would you—"

"What is this, roleplay porn?" Jungkook whines, arm thrown across his pink face. "Taehyung. You turn me on. I liked what we did and—and I don't regret it."

"Can I kiss you?" Taehyung asks suddenly, the urge to do it too big to ignore, and at Jungkook's pout, he quickly adds, "I mean, me too! About that stuff. But like, fuck. I really want to make out with you again."

Jungkook moves his arm away from his face, expression so sweetly hopeful in a way that tugs at Taehyung's heartstrings. "With me?"

"No, with Jin-hyung. Of course with you, Kook, do you think I come in my pants for just anyone—"

Jungkook's face is scrunched with what could either be a laugh or a grimace when he pulls Taehyung down on top of him, kissing him hard and off-center and so, so perfect.

Heat floods Taehyung's belly and he kisses back, already breathing loud enough that it's a little embarrassing. He's thought about this so much in the past couple of days — the softness and give of their lips moving together, the solid warmth of Jungkook's body underneath his, the sounds Jungkook makes. Taehyung drags his mouth across the line of Jungkook's jaw, trailing wet kisses to the sensitive skin just under his ear, and Jungkook's breathless ahh has Taehyung grinning wickedly against his neck.

"I could give you a hickey right behind your ear that no one would see," Taehyung says in a low voice, lips brushing Jungkook's neck, tongue darting out to lick just to make Jungkook squirm.

"Do it," Jungkook breathes out, and it would sound goading if his voice wasn't tinged with desperation. Taehyung slides his fingers into Jungkook's hair, not quite pulling it but holding it out of the way as he starts to suck kisses just behind Jungkook's earlobe.

Jungkook tilts his head and whines, hips already shifting beneath Taehyung's like he can't keep still.

"Ah," Jungkook pants, and Taehyung draws the soft skin past his lips, sucks hard and lets his teeth scrape too, lets his fingers tighten where he's gripping Jungkook's hair. It's not hard enough to really hurt him, but Jungkook must feel the tug because he groans, tries to tilt his head to give Taehyung better access to his neck.

The heady rush is almost too similar to when they're fighting and Taehyung manages to pin Jungkook down, both of them breathing hard, giddy with it. And maybe that makes sense — that it's as easy as anything else with them, being this close, chasing their instincts to feel good. 

Taehyung slides his lips to the front of Jungkook's throat and kisses there wetly before drawing back, waiting for Jungkook to blink his eyes back open.

"You should be on top this time," Taehyung tells him, and Jungkook's eyes widen.

"On top?"

"Of me. And we should— can we be naked this time?"

"Oh," Jungkook says, and then, softer, "fuck."

Taehyung grins, rocking their hips together, watching Jungkook's eyes roll back. "Yeah?"

"I want that, hyung," Jungkook says, letting Taehyung pull him up until they're both sitting, Taehyung's hands impatiently reaching for the hem of Jungkook's t-shirt.

"There was that one time we were fighting over, god, I don't even know what, maybe fried chicken? And I got my thigh between your legs and you made this noise, you got so red—"

"Ah, that was embarrassing, don't remind me of that," Jungkook mumbles shyly.

Taehyung gets Jungkook's shirt off and then goes for his own, letting Jungkook help him out of it and hearing his amused snort when Taehyung's arm gets stuck. Taehyung knows his hair is probably a mess now, face probably flushed as pink as Jungkook's, but he doesn't care. The heat is still there, the low tug in his belly when Jungkook slowly and deliberately licks his lips.

"Wanna see you get off on my thigh now, yeah?" Taehyung tucks his fingers into the waistband of Jungkook's shorts, leans in close so he can mouth hot at the side of Jungkook's neck, still careful not to leave any marks. "I've imagined it before. Having your come on me."

"Hyung," Jungkook hisses, lifting his hips so Taehyung can drag his shorts and underwear down and off. His cock is flushed dark and long and Taehyung loses a full five seconds just staring at it, open-mouthed.

Jungkook whines, shoving at Taehyung's shoulder. He voice comes out small and kind of adorably self-conscious when he asks, "Like what you see?"

"Yeah," Taehyung replies immediately, and Jungkook's laugh is more of a loud, surprised breath before he's helping Taehyung out of the rest of his clothes, cheeks darkening when he stares.

"Fuck, that's big."

Taehyung beams.

Jungkook licks his lips again — don't ask him to suck your dick, Kim Taehyung, do not — and Taehyung lies back, pulling Jungkook down on top of him. Some deep, animal part of him glows in satisfaction at the touch of their bare skin together, soft and warm and then hard where it's just muscle, where they're a little bony and sharp. But it's good, so good, to hug around Jungkook's shoulders and wiggle until their cocks brush together between their bellies, Jungkook's gasp a soft, high noise by Taehyung's ear.

Jungkook's lips find his again and they kiss slowly, deeply. It's hard to focus on the kissing and not just the maddening slow build of pleasure that comes with rubbing together, enough friction to feel good but not enough to get close to coming yet.

"Get on my thigh, baby," Taehyung says between kisses, and Jungkook just whines a little and nods, lifts up so Taehyung can raise his leg and then straddles his thigh, face scrunching with pleasure as he does.

Taehyung's vision blurs at how hot is, Jungkook naked and flushed and broad, noises so sweet as he slowly rubs himself off on Taehyung's thigh, finding a good rhythm for it. Taehyung gives in to the urge to sink his fingers into Jungkook's hair, to pull his head back so he can see Jungkook's face, the way his pink lips part with his soft moans.

"Look at you, being so good for me."

"Tae," Jungkook chokes out, hips stuttering. He slides higher up Taehyung's body until their mouths can meet in a hard, open kiss, and Taehyung's stomach clenches hotly when Jungkook's cock nudges at his own again, the head smearing wet along the length of Taehyung's.

"Ah, fuck," Taehyung swears, letting go of Jungkook's hair and sliding his hands down to grab at his ass instead, digging his fingers into the flesh and muscle when Jungkook moans against his lips.

Taehyung feels overheated and strung tight with need, trading messy kisses and leading Jungkook's thrusts, hips moving faster, their panting loud in his ears.

"Feels so good, 'm gonna—" Jungkook whines, and Taehyung thinks he'll have bruises later from how hard Jungkook is shoving his hips down, that Jungkook will have marks in the shape of Taehyung's fingers on his ass, too. A possessive kind of heat flares under his skin at the thought.

"C'mon, that's it, like that," Taehyung babbles, and Jungkook's moans get higher in pitch, finally break off into gasps when he starts to spill hot next to Taehyung's cock.

Taehyung gasps at the wetness of it, the mess Jungkook smears around when his hips keep working at the same frantic pace, mindlessly rubbing himself into oversensitivity.

"Hey, you don't have to—"

"Wanna feel you, Tae, want you to come—" Jungkook pants, face bright red and scrunched, body trembling. Taehyung drops his head back and focuses on the tight heat, the drag of Jungkook's slowly softening cock next to his, and then he starts to come. His cock throbs with each pulse of it, each wet splash of come that adds to the mess between them, and Jungkook finally stills his hips with a whimper, body slumping on top of Taehyung's.

Taehyung slides his hands up to Jungkook's broad back, warm and damp with sweat, and rubs across his shoulder blades as Jungkook shivers and comes down from his orgasm. Taehyung's own body feels wrung out in the most satisfying way, breath coming out in quick pants, lips swollen and tingling.

"Your belly is so soft," Jungkook murmurs, and Taehyung makes an offended noise in his throat, pinching Jungkook's side. Jungkook yelps, and then moves his hips in a way that nudges his cock into Taehyung's again, and that's just— no. Bad. Jungkook's refractory period better be longer than 30 seconds.

"Yah, what kind of pillow talk is that?"

"I meant it in a nice way," Jungkook whines, kissing Taehyung's chin, his throat. He's cute like this, clingy and sweet, even moreso when Taehyung is still floating on the warm, sated feeling that follows a good orgasm. Jungkook's lips finally slot over Taehyung's and he hums into the kiss, sneaks a hand between them to pinch at one of Jungkook's nipples just to hear him gasp. "Hyung."

"Sorry," Taehyung says with a grin that probably doesn't make him look very apologetic, but oh well, he's happy. "Sorry about your butt, too."

"My butt?" Jungkook blinks. "Oh, you mean—" It takes him a second to answer, and this time Taehyung doesn't resist darting up to bite at Jungkook's flushed earlobe, just a little nip before he's licking at the warm skin. "Ah, it's fine, I kind of— like the pain."

Taehyung's cock gives a weak twitch between them. "Oh?"

"Anyway." Jungkook tries to change the subject, rolling off of Taehyung, staring down at the mess on his stomach. "Fuck. What was I saying?"

Taehyung laughs warmly, feels his own face heat at the startling reality of this — of getting off with Jungkook (again), of their come drying on his skin, of the gentle flutter in his chest when Jungkook's face scrunches up with a smile.

"We should clean up now and, like, open the windows, probably," Taehyung adds, face wrinkling briefly at the thought of Namjoon coming home to the smell of sex in their room. "But this time... It won't be weird this time, right? For us?"

Jungkook's smile is soft, then, and he gets that surprisingly adult look on his face when he leans down, kissing Taehyung gently.

"Nah. Won't be weird. We can keep doing stuff like this, though, right? Because I think I'd be really good at sucking your—"

Taehyung surges up with a hard kiss so Jungkook can't finish his sentence, and Jungkook laughs brightly against his mouth, hands cupping Taehyung's face. A warm kind of happiness swells inside Taehyung and he kisses until it starts to feel too good, tipping his forehead against Jungkook's to catch his breath before he says, "We can absolutely keep doing stuff just as long as you give me another ten minutes to recover before you start talking about sucking my dick."

Jungkook huffs out another laugh, and Taehyung darts in to nip at his lower lip.

"Also... Jungkook-ah. Did you really bite Namjoon-hyung today because you missed me?"

"Ah, shut up, Jimin is a liar," Jungkook mumbles, but Taehyung doesn't miss the mischievous glint in his dark eyes just before Jungkook bites at Taehyung's earlobe, kissing and nibbling his way down Taehyung's chest, and then resting his chin there to glance back up at Taehyung's face. His expression is warm, open, and Taehyung has never felt more sure that what they're doing isn't a mistake. "Hyung."


The corner of Jungkook's mouth twitches, eyes glittering. "You smell."

"Little punk—" Taehyung grits out, and Jungkook cackles in delight just before Taehyung attacks.