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Jeongguk isn’t sure why he’s so hesitant, he knows it’s okay. Taehyung always reassures him that whenever he needs something, all he has to do is knock.
It’s Friday, the day when Taehyung gets to work from home if he so chooses. It’s one of his perks as the COO of his brother’s company.
Jeongguk fidgets by Taehyung’s office door, tattooed fingers folding the hem of his hoo███ into a ribbon candy pattern. He feels small, dwarfed by the large, mahogany door.
It always starts like this— Jeongguk hesitating outside as his shyness flutters inside his tummy, twisting his promise ring around his finger with the empty feeling between his legs growing stronger as every second passes.
He listens for a moment, trying to hear if Taehyung is on the phone or not in a great mood, but all he hears is the soft clicking of his keyboard. He presses his lips together, shuffles on his feet, and inhales.
Jeongguk raises his fist and knocks on the wooden door. One, two, three.
He doesn’t even have time to think of the possible repercussions before he hears a soft come in. Taehyung’s voice is muffled by the door but it still manages to settle something inside Jeongguk that has been growing all day.
He presses down on the fancy door handle and pushes it open, revealing Taehyung in all his working glory. There’s papers scattered over the surface of his wooden desk, the glow of his monitors are obstructing the natural light from the window, and his tea mug sits off to the side, long-forgotten. (Because fuck coffee. He’s thirty-one and so what?)
Taehyung’s brown hair is messy and flopping in every direction when he looks up from the paper he’s currently mulling over. His eyes are tired but light up when he sees Jeongguk peeking between the crack in the doors.
“Hey, baby. What’s up?”
God, Taehyung's deep voice will never cease to warm Jeongguk from the inside out.
Jeongguk steps into his office and closes the door behind him, eyes on his sock-clad feet. His lips purse, unsure of how to approach the topic. He didn’t think he’d get this far.
When he doesn’t speak, Taehyung hums quietly. Jeongguk hears the sound of his pen being placed on the wooden desk and his chair being moved before that voice caresses his ears again. “Come here, baby.”
Jeongguk looks up, eyes wide and lips set in a pout as his feet carry him across the office— over the hardwood floor, the plush brown and white rug, and straight onto Taehyung’s waiting lap. He grumbles softly as he climbs onto the chair and places his ass on Taehyung’s thighs, knees bent and placed on either side of him.
Taehyung adjusts once Jeongguk is seated in his lap, pulling him closer and letting him nuzzle into his neck as his grumbles continue. The leather squeaks underneath them as they settle, the oversized chair doing wonders holding two grown men.
“What’s got you so down, bun?” Taehyung asks after Jeongguk has stopped squirming. His hands settle around Jeongguk’s waist, a comforting weight that Jeongguk welcomes with a content sigh.
It’s quiet in the room save for the barely audible whirring of the air conditioner. The raised ceiling and second floor above them makes Jeongguk feel like everything is too spaced out so he tries to shrink more into his boyfriend.
When Jeongguk doesn’t reply right away, Taehyung takes that as an answer. “Bun,” Taehyung coos softly, pulling back as far as Jeongguk will let him. He places a kiss on Jeongguk's temple before speaking. “If I’m reading this right, you need to tell me what’s wrong and what you want before we do anything.”
Jeongguk groans softly, always so enamoured by Taehyung. He shoves his nose into Taehyung’s neck and mutters something against his skin, fully aware that Taehyung probably didn’t hear him.
His suspicions are confirmed when the older male chuckles, the soft vibration resonating from Taehyung’s chest to his own. “You know I can’t hear you.”
Jeongguk worms his way down Taehyung’s lap so his forehead is pressed into the juncture between Taehyung’s neck and shoulder, mouth no longer obscured. He sighs, tattooed fingers toying with the collar of Taehyung’s dress shirt.
Taehyung is dressed leisurely in his “business up top and party down below” outfit; a floral dress shirt on top in case he has to take a video call, and his pajama pants down below because who can really be bothered to change out of their pajamas when working from home on a Friday?
Not Taehyung, that’s for sure.
“The stream just wasn’t fun today,” Jeongguk finally mumbles, brows furrowing together as he remembers what happened, feeling the annoyance settling in all over again.
Taehyung hums softly. “Today was your big Among Us stream, right?”
Jeongguk nods, the soft spot he has for Taehyung growing yet again in size because of the simple fact that he remembered. “Yeah, with Yug, Jae, Sykkuno and everyone.”
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Taehyung asks. One of his hands makes its way under Jeongguk’s hoo███, cool palm pressing against warm skin, the metal of his promise ring comforting Jeongguk. Just knowing Taehyung has it on is more than enough to silence some of his bad thoughts and replace them with Taehyung.
Taehyung rubs soothing circles along Jeongguk’s side with his thumb, something he knows calms Jeongguk down. He searches for more knots in Jeongguk’s back as the younger boy nods, starting to tell Taehyung about his day.
He has a bit of an odd schedule but it works for him. He streams in the mornings and early afternoons, then spends the evenings with Taehyung before returning to stream at night. He gets antsy if he sits at his computer for too long, even while editing videos.
Earlier in the afternoon, he had a scheduled game of Among Us with other popular creators, including someone he isn’t particularly fond of. Despite this, the game started off well and he was having fun and had almost forgotten who he was playing with. His dislike isn’t known publicly but the fans aren’t exactly stupid, either.
(Except maybe the ones who KEKW in chat the whole time.)
Eventually, his chat started to catch on and seeing the same type of question over and over every time he looked to his chat started to grate on him. He started to interact with chat less and less over the hours they played until the streamer he dislikes had commented on it, putting him in an uncomfortable situation.
Jeongguk— despite how good he is at Among Us— doesn’t like lying. He knows his face is expressive so he had tried his best to reassure everyone that yes, they are good friends.
Thankfully it was near the end of his afternoon stream and he could come straight to Taehyung after, but that doesn’t mean he is any less upset. It has really just put a damper on his day.
“Oh, bun,” Taehyung murmurs once Jeongguk is done explaining. His other hand pulls out Jeongguk’s loose bun then cards through his messy locks, ruffling his blonde hair over his undercut. “Was it any fun?”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk answers with a sigh. “It was at first. I just hate lying to my viewers, is all.”
Taehyung nods in understanding. “I know, baby.” His hand slides up the side of Jeongguk’s torso, fingers almost dwarfing Jeongguk’s waist when they settle there again. He tilts Jeongguk’s chin up with his other hand. “What do you want to do?”
The words send a chill down Jeongguk’s spine. When he meets Taehyung’s eyes, he sees they’re dark, almost challenging.
This situation isn’t exactly a rare occurrence for them. Jeongguk and his chat moderators try to keep his stream a safe and comfortable place but sometimes things slip through the cracks. When that happens, it puts Jeongguk into a cranky or upset mood and once his stream is over, he seeks immediate comfort from his own safe space.
Jeongguk swallows, still ever so nervous around his boyfriend. “Wanna just— cuddle. Wanna be near you, hyungie.”
Taehyung’s smile makes an appearance a second later, eyes soft and searching Jeongguk’s face. He’s always happy to have Jeongguk with him, even if he’s working. “Alright, baby. Do you want to turn sideways or—”
“Not—” Jeongguk shakes his head fervently, fingers gripping at Taehyung’s collar. “Not. Like that.” He hides his face in Taehyung’s neck again, still shy about what he wants even after years of being together.
Taehyung is quiet for a moment, though Jeongguk knows nothing good will come from it. He knows Taehyung knows, and that makes sparks light beneath his skin. He waits with bated breath as Taehyung shifts a few things around on his desk before speaking.
“Do you want to sit on my cock while I finish up with work?”
Jeongguk twitches just with the words, the implication. His toes curl in his socks at the mere mention of cockwarming Taehyung. Taehyung never fails to know what he needs.
God, Jeongguk loves him.
“Yeah,” Jeongguk exhales shakily. “Please.”
“Alright,” Taehyung pats his ass. “Up. Let me prep you first.”
Jeongguk scrambles up without a second thought, letting Taehyung stand before grabbing his hand and tugging him towards the couch.
Taehyung chuckles behind him, fingers entwining with his own. “You want the lube we keep under the cushion?”
Jeongguk plops down on said cushion with a pout. No, he really doesn’t. It’s cheap and doesn’t taste nor smell like anything and is used only for quickies. It’s boring and he says as much.
Taehyung snorts and releases Jeongguk’s hand, causing Jeongguk to whine softly. He knows Taehyung keeps the good lube in his desk drawer but he also doesn’t want to be away from him. “I know, baby. Just hold on.”
He retrieves the strawberry lube and returns to the couch, plopping down beside Jeongguk and opening his arms. Jeongguk instantly crawls into them, straddling Taehyung and wrapping his own arms around Taehyung’s neck.
“Thank you, Taehyungie,” Jeongguk whispers against Taehyung’s neck, hugging him tighter before pulling back.
“You know you don’t need to thank me,” Taehyung reprimands gently. “But you're welcome. Now kiss me?”
Jeongguk doesn’t need to be told twice. He lunges forward and attaches their lips together, sighing contentedly when he finally gets a taste of Taehyung's strawberry chapstick.
He’s learned to associate anything strawberry with Taehyung, with comfort, with home. Whether it be something as simple as a strawberry carton at the store, strawberry milk beside his banana milk, or an extravagant strawberry cake from the bakery near Taehyung’s work.
(You best bet he keeps tabs on ones Taehyung would like for his birthday.)
He kisses Taehyung languidly, nothing like how he probably should for someone who’s about to sit on his cock. He savors each kiss, each delicate pass of their lips as their heads turn and noses press into each other’s cheek.
Jeongguk whines softly when Taehyung pulls back to nip at his bottom lip. He then soothes it with another kiss, this one placed directly over the spit-slicked skin.
“Tae,” Jeongguk can’t help but plead for his boyfriend. He presses closer, making sure they’re chest-to-chest and their hips are flush together. He spreads his knees a little wider and rolls his hips softly against Taehyung’s, testing the waters.
“What?” Taehyung answers innocently, face too calm for their situation. His hands wander down Jeongguk’s back and slip into his sweatpants, coming to rest on his ass to help guide his movements.
Taehyung may be seven years older than him but he’s no less a tease. Sometimes Jeongguk fantasies what it would be like if he and Taehyung were closer in age, how Taehyung would’ve fucked in college. He wonders what kind of shit they would’ve gotten up to.
From the stories Taehyung has told him and the ones they’ve reenacted, he knows it would be a wild ride. Literally and figuratively.
“Please,” Jeongguk breathes against Taehyung’s lips, unsure if his hips want to push back into Taehyung’s hands or into his crotch. He’s already starting to get hard just from kissing and the anticipation of what’s to come, and he just wants to be closer. Wants to be full.
Taehyung hums, smiling into the kiss when Jeongguk deepens it, grinding down even more. Jeongguk licks into Taehyung’s mouth and tangles their tongues together, loving every raw sound he’s able to pull from Taehyung.
When he pulls away, Taehyung’s tongue follows him. An idea pops into his head and before he can decide if it’s a good one, he acts.
He bites down on the tip of Taehyung’s tongue and plays with the bit in his own mouth. He watches Taehyung’s eyes widen and his boxy smile makes its way onto his face as they both try to suppress their giggles.
One of Taehyung’s hands comes up to hold the nape of Jeongguk’s neck, catching Jeongguk by surprise. He’s pulled back to Taehyung’s lips and his own are pried open once again. Oh god, Jeongguk knows what’s coming.
Taehyung fucks his tongue into his mouth. It’s messy, spit dribbles down their mouths but Jeongguk wouldn’t have it any other way. He whines as he lets Taehyung have his way with him, his own tongue trying to slither its way around Taehyung’s.
It feels like he’s being claimed in another way, something primal floating up inside him. He groans softly when Taehyung pulls away, a small string of spit connecting their chins.
“Good?” Taehyung asks, wiping away the string and cleaning Jeongguk’s chin off with his thumb. His promise ring shines in the afternoon light, the little J underneath it catching Jeongguk’s eye.
When he looks back to Taehyung, the look he’s met with has him feeling a bit dazed, like he’s under some spell. Taehyung’s eyes are dark and searching, but somehow still hold all the love in the world.
Jeongguk blinks slowly before nodding. “Yeah.”
Taehyung finishes cleaning off Jeongguk’s chin and presses his thumb against his swollen bottom lip. Jeongguk accepts the digit willingly, sucking off their mess and swallowing.
“Good boy,” Taehyung praises. “Now flip over so I can open you up, yeah?”
Taehyung’s words fuel the fire inside Jeongguk. He shuffles to the other end of the couch and gets on his hands and knees, presenting his ass to Taehyung.
He’s alert, hypersensitive to every movement Taehyung makes. The way the couch cushion wobbles, Taehyung’s labored breathing. He can still feel the ghost of Taehyung’s lips and hands on him almost like a soft blanket of comfort.
Even the pop of the lube cap has Jeongguk tensing. “Pants off, bun,” Taehyung orders softly, the cushion dipping behind him as Taehyung works his way over on his knees.
Jeongguk wastes no time and slips his fingers under the waistband of his sweats and boxers, pulling both down in one go. He shivers as the cool air of Taehyung’s office hits his nude backside and semi-hard cock. He’s always been one that gets cold easily.
He feels Taehyung’s hand on his waist a second later, thumbing at his asscheek. “Always so pretty, love. And all for me, hmm?”
The possessive lilt Taehyung tends to take on really gets to Jeongguk. He shivers again, nodding into the couch. “All yours.”
Taehyung is quiet as he smears the lube around his fingers, the soft squelching making Jeongguk’s cheeks redden. No matter how often they do something like this, Jeongguk still gets embarrassed by the sounds.
He always tries to be quiet but Taehyung never fails to open him up in the best ways. Taehyung coaxes the barest, raw, and pathetic noises from him. Taehyung makes everything feel okay.
Soon enough, Taehyung’s hand is pulling a cheek to the side and a finger is pressing against his hole and spreading the lube around it. The liquid is warm, just how Jeongguk likes it. There’s a faint smell of strawberry too and it’s just another layer to his Taehyung comfort blanket.
“Please,” Jeongguk breathes out as Taehyung’s thumb rubs against his perineum. His toes curl in anticipation.
Taehyung doesn’t spare him any longer and presses his finger inside to the first knuckle. Jeongguk sighs loudly, his whole body shuddering as he relaxes. “More.”
Taehyung listens, pressing his finger in all the way and pulling it back out. He continues the movement, working Jeongguk open with one finger until Jeongguk is breathing heavily and asking for another.
If Jeongguk could see Taehyung, he would see the loving smile on his face, something way too soft for the moment. But he doesn't, he only sees the back of his eyelids as Taehyung works two fingers into him, scissoring him open and pulling breathy whines from his lungs.
Jeongguk’s body relaxes even more, sinking into the plush couch as his knees spread further. He can already feel the stress from his stream melting away, replaced by the pleasure only Taehyung can create for him.
His cock is now hanging heavily between his legs, the tip starting to leak precum onto the towel that Taehyung must’ve placed below him. There’s something about Taehyung getting him off in his office that really turns Jeongguk on and he moans as the realization sets in again.
His fingers flex where they lay against the plush material of the cushion before gripping the pillow instead. It gives under his fist and gives him something to ground himself with, but it doesn’t feel like enough.
Taehyung’s fingers drag along his walls just right, caressing them and stretching him open. The squelches are loud and lewd, almost echoing in the spacious office with the speed Taehyung fucks him. The noises are getting easier to ignore with the way he sucks Taehyung’s fingers in, though, hole loosening and body turning pliant.
His thighs are starting to ache from holding himself up, knees burning where they bare his weight on the couch. He quivers slightly when Taehyung runs his nails over the back of his thigh, surely leaving little red marks in their wake.
When he starts to meet Taehyung’s thrusts with his own a few minutes later, Jeongguk mutters out, “Third, please. ” He continues his motions despite his pleas, making it harder for Taehyung to do much of anything except let his fingers be used.
(Not that Taehyung really has a problem with it.)
“Alright,” Taehyung replies softly. Jeongguk instantly feels a third finger pressing against his rim and he sighs out, moaning quietly at the stretch. It’s not uncomfortable, just a blissful pain-pleasure that makes him see stars.
The atmosphere in the room is heavy but somber, a strange combination that makes Jeongguk’s head spin. It intensifies the need to be closer to Taehyung, so he reaches an arm back and immediately feels Taehyung’s cool hand in his.
“Yeah,” Jeongguk replies, trailing off with a whine when Taehyung’s fingers brush his prostate and stay focused there, rubbing softly over the little bundle of nerves. “Just— overwhelmed. Feels good— S’what I need.”
“Good.” Taehyung continues to stretch him nicely, his long fingers reaching places inside that make Jeongguk clench and shiver. “Stretched enough? I don’t want to rush but I do have to work, baby.”
Jeongguk groans softly, the growing fire in his belly simmering out at the mention of work. He understands, though. He knows Taehyung’s work is important to him and he would hate to be the reason why he misses anything important.
“Yeah, hyungie,” Jeongguk answers a moment later when Taehyung twists his fingers just right to pull his attention away from his own mind. “‘S enough.”
He shivers when Taehyung pulls his fingers away, instantly missing being filled. He reminds himself that he’ll have something even better very soon and that fills him with determination.
Taehyung’s hands encompass his hips and he presses a kiss to Jeongguk’s asscheek before pulling away completely. “Alright, baby. C’mon.” He tugs gently at Jeongguk’s hips, slipping an arm around his waist as they head back to his desk.
Jeongguk stumbles when his feet hit the floor, knees red and legs feeling like jello. He giggles as Taehyung’s hand digs into his side, accidentally tickling him.
“Falling for me again, sweetheart?” Taehyung jokes, steadying Jeongguk and pulling him into his side.
Heat floods Jeongguk’s cheeks in embarrassment— the good kind. (Is there a good kind?) He curls into Taehyung and nods, mumbling into his silky dress shirt. “Probably.”
Taehyung snorts and shakes his head, leading them around his desk.
“What? I can’t help it, you take care of me so well,” Jeongguk huffs, crossing his arms and moving away from Taehyung when he moves to his chair.
Before sitting down, Taehyung turns to Jeongguk and flicks under his chin. “And I’ll continue to,” he whispers, leaning in to peck Jeongguk’s lips.
It’s never really just a peck with them unless someone is running late. This time, Jeongguk pulls Taehyung in by his sleeves and kisses him harder. Jeongguk’s hard cock presses into Taehyung’s own through his pajama pants, causing him to exhale and whine when Taehyung pulls him closer.
Taehyung’s fingers slip under his hoo███ and onto his hips, nails dimpling his skin. He holds Jeongguk still and grinds their hips together leisurely, like he’s in no hurry.
When they pull away, Taehyung’s features have changed. Lust seems to flow off him in waves and the way he stares at Jeongguk has the younger's cock twitching.
Taehyung holds eye contact as he bends and slips his pajama bottoms off. Jeongguk’s breath hitches at the blatant display of dominance, eyes never straying from Taehyung’s own.
Taehyung then sits down in his fancy leather chair with his legs spread and hard cock on display, the tip already glistening with precum. Jeongguk thinks his cock is just as beautiful as the rest of him. His hooded eyes stare up at Jeongguk as he licks his lips, his position practically begging for Jeongguk to sit on his throne.
Jeongguk swears he's never seen a more inviting sight.
Heat rises to Jeongguk’s cheeks the longer he stares, feeling almost too embarrassed with his own cock out, hard and straining where it lays against his toned thigh. He averts his eyes up to Taehyung's torso like it’s a better place to look.
“Wanna get me ready, baby?” Taehyung asks sweetly, uncapping the lube and holding it towards Jeongguk. The light strawberry smell tingles Jeongguk’s nose and he scrunches it up, earning a laugh from Taehyung.
Jeongguk nods nonetheless, settling himself in Taehyung’s lap again. He receives a chin flick when he meets Taehyung’s eyes, nose scrunching again. Taehyung knows how to keep him relaxed and he’s doing an excellent job.
Despite the artificial strawberry smell, he takes the lube Taehyung squeezes out for him and warms it up between his fingers. He rolls his hips forward slowly, his cock pressing against Taehyung’s. They breathe out in tandem, Taehyung’s eyes closing at the new stimulation.
“Feel good, Tae?” Jeongguk asks, lubed hand pressing their cocks together and stroking them gently with the tips of his fingers. He pays extra attention to the sensitive vein that runs underneath Taehyung’s cock, and to his frenulum.
Taehyung nods, fingers flexing where they’re gripping Jeongguk’s waist. His voice is rough when he speaks. “You always feel good, bun.”
A smile makes its way onto Jeongguk’s face before a small smirk slowly takes its place, his teasing side making its appearance. “Well— I gotta wait and so do you,” he hums before taking Taehyung's cock in hand, his own slapping against his hoo███.
Taehyung groans softly as Jeongguk works the strawberry lube over his cock, coating it thoroughly. He thumbs at the slit and smears the small bead of precum over the head, adding to the wetness.
Jeongguk isn't exactly focused on what he’s doing. He knows his way around (up and down?) Taehyung's cock from the years they've been together so handling it right now in such a languid state is no problem.
Instead, he attaches himself to Taehyung's neck, kissing it softly before nibbling along the expanse of it. When he gets to one of Taehyung's more sensitive spots near his collar bone, he bites down at the same time he runs his palm over the head of Taehyung’s cock and squeezes.
“Oh.” A rush of air leaves Taehyung, fingernails digging into Jeongguk’s waist. “God, baby, your hands.”
Jeongguk giggles against Taehyung’s neck, moving to a different spot as his hand slows down. He latches on again, sucking and biting at Taehyung’s skin. If there’s one thing they love, it’s marking each other up.
Sometimes Taehyung can be a bit possessive and he loves showing off the marks Jeongguk leaves on him. He also gets the same rush from cockwarming, especially when he cums inside of Jeongguk first. To claim and be claimed.
Taehyung tilts his head to give Jeongguk more room, sighing as he relaxes further into the chair. His hands come to settle at the juncture between Jeongguk’s hips and thighs, grip tightening and fingers flexing when Jeongguk strokes him just right. His thumbs stroke Jeongguk’s warm skin, rubbing soothing circles to tease so close to his cock.
Jeongguk hums in appreciation at the extra room he’s given and continues to work at Taehyung’s neck, nipping here and there to create a beautiful blooming rose garden.
When he finally pulls back, his eyes roam over the mess of marks he’s created and down to Taehyung’s collarbones peeking out from under his floral dress shirt. The soft white base and colorful purple, blue, and pink flowers stand out against the black leather of the chair and contrast nicely with the wooden decor of the office.
The sight makes something shift within Jeongguk and he’s hit with the powerful urge to be on the receiving end, to be as smothered, as filled with Taehyung as he's able to be. The stress from earlier has all but dissipated and is being replaced with want. He needs his comfort, his safe space.
He needs his Taehyung.
“You want my shirt?” Taehyung asks, though it’s more of a statement than anything. The words pull Jeongguk from his thoughts and he blinks, clearing his head.
He hadn’t even noticed he was staring until Taehyung starts unbuttoning his dress shirt and all Jeongguk sees is honey. He hadn’t even realized his hand stopped and is just loosely holding Taehyung’s cock— which is something he strangely wants to experiment more with.
“Hey,” Taehyung calls softly, pausing with his shirt unbuttoned halfway. His ring shines in the afternoon sun as his hand moves, gently pulling Jeongguk’s hand away from himself and cupping his jaw with his other hand. “You with me? What’s your color?”
Jeongguk can’t help but lean into Taehyung’s touch, head tilting as a soft smile tugs at his lips. “‘M here, just— Green, want you, hyungie.” He kisses over Taehyung’s promise ring, right where his tattoo is.
Taehyung thumbs over the scar on his cheek, eyes searching his face until he’s satisfied, sure Jeongguk is all there. “Alright, let me—”
Jeongguk doesn’t let him finish, fingers finding the buttons of his shirt and undoing them himself. Taehyung laughs softly, muttering something about him being impatient but still helping Jeongguk slip the shirt off of him when he’s finished with the buttons.
“Gimme your hoo███,” Taehyung says, tugging at the hem of the garment and pulling it over Jeongguk’s head once he lifts his arms. They exchange shirts without knocking Jeongguk off his lap this time. Taehyung shakes his hair out as Jeongguk adjusts the dress shirt so it sits open and drapes loosely over his lithe frame.
“Better?” Taehyung asks, teasing lilt matching his playful eyes. His hands run down Jeongguk’s torso, fingers feather-light over his abdomen.
“Yeah,” Jeongguk nods, arching into the touch. “Lemme—” He reaches for Taehyung’s cock again and settles himself in the same position as earlier, this time aligning Taehyung’s cock with his hole before lowering himself down.
“That’s it,” Taehyung coos, a hand coming to rest on Jeongguk’s hip to help guide him down slowly since he tends to get in a hurry when feeling needy. “Take your seat, baby.”
“Fuck,” Jeongguk whines softly, sinking down until his ass is seated on Taehyung’s thighs. He sighs out shakily, completely overwhelmed now that he’s filled. “ Hyungie .”
“It’s okay,” Taehyung soothes, carding his hand through Jeongguk’s blonde locks. “I’ve got you. Just relax and rest while I finish working, alright? I’ll take care of you after.”
Jeongguk nods, then leans in to connect their lips. The kiss is gentle, just one long press that says thank you, I love you.
When they pull away, Taehyung flicks under Jeongguk’s chin again and smiles when Jeongguk whines, trying to lean away but inadvertently clenching around Taehyung instead. They moan quietly together, Taehyung’s thighs tensing as his arm slithers around Jeongguk’s waist and tightens. Jeongguk whispers a quiet sorry and they share another smile before adjusting together, Taehyung scooting his chair closer to his desk to open one of his drawers.
Jeongguk knows exactly what he’s getting so he presses as close to Taehyung as he can and lets him adjust the pillow now between his back and the edge of the desk.
“Good?” Taehyung asks, situating to where he’s comfortable. When Jeongguk nods, Taehyung gives him a kiss on the cheek before getting back to work.
Jeongguk sighs, laying his head on Taehyung’s shoulder, arms coming to rest under Taehyung’s arms. It’s the position they’ve found that works best for them; Jeongguk’s arms around Taehyung’s torso so they both have full use of their arms and hands, and so Jeongguk’s arms don’t go numb while laying over Taehyung’s shoulders.
This is exactly what Jeongguk needed. He already feels more relaxed than he has all day, the last remaining stress from the stream fading away. His mind is only filled with thoughts of Taehyung, his nose filled with his lavender and vanilla body wash, and his ass filled with his cock.
Taehyung’s cock is a comforting weight inside of him, so how can he not feel content? It fits nicely, snug and rubbing his walls in all the right places. Sometimes, if he focuses hard enough, he can almost map out the shape of the veins, too.
When Jeongguk first brought up the subject of cockwarming, he wasn’t sure how Taehyung would take it. They’ve been open with each other since they met— mainly due to Taehyung’s seven years over Jeongguk— and sometimes Taehyung would even stay inside of him after he came, but the worry of Taehyung finding it strange was still in the back of Jeongguk’s mind. Cockwarming is a bit of an obscure kink, one he hadn't known he was a fan of until he came across it on a kink website a few months before meeting Taehyung.
But alas, Taehyung surprised Jeongguk yet again.
Taehyung had claimed he could tell Jeongguk wanted something but being the patient guy he is, he waited until Jeongguk felt comfortable enough to come to him. That night, instead of fucking, they slept while Jeongguk warmed Taehyung’s cock and it was one of the best nights they’ve had together.
(That didn’t stop them from fucking when they woke up, though.)
Taehyung also knows to avoid Jeongguk’s cock during times like these unless he states otherwise. It’s not that Jeongguk doesn’t want to get off, it’s just that cockwarming is something very intimate to him. He enjoys it in a post-coital state and when he feels the need to be closer to Taehyung, but if he isn’t in the right mindset then they both don’t enjoy it as much.
Jeongguk appreciates Taehyung for giving him everything he can, for remembering everything he likes, and for taking care of him. It’s always more than enough. Jeongguk still isn’t sure how he got so lucky, scoring one of the most sought-after guys in Seoul.
To this day, Jeongguk believes he was lucky and nabbed Taehyung on a whim even though Taehyung insists he remembers the night they met wrong.
(And maybe Taehyung is right but that’s nobody’s business.)
Jeongguk and a few friends were out at a fancy bar one night and Jeongguk had been eyeing the “hot guy at the bar” for an hour until Jimin forced him to go introduce himself. In his hazy state, Jeongguk hadn’t realized Taehyung had been eyeing him back just as long.
Jeongguk always insists that if he hadn’t introduced himself that night, they never would have met. Taehyung claims that he would’ve introduced himself anyway, and he’s right. He was planning on doing so after his next sip of whiskey but Jeongguk beat him to it.
At the time, Jeongguk had no idea who Taehyung was. He was mesmerized by Taehyung’s hands and the way his eyes followed him on the dance floor and that was it. The ramen date and phone number exchange with a cheek kiss and a promise for a date the next day sealed their fate.
Taehyung shifts and it brings Jeongguk back to the present, the weight of Taehyung’s cock still inside him hitting him like a truck. A small moan escapes from Jeongguk’s lips unwillingly and he clenches around Taehyung again.
“Sorry,” Taehyung murmurs, stroking his back comfortingly. “Pen rolled away from me.”
“‘S okay,” Jeongguk replies, nuzzling back into Taehyung’s neck. If he’s honest, he was almost half asleep.
A hand threads itself through Jeongguk’s hair, combing through the blonde locks softly. “Were you snoozing?”
Jeongguk hums, shaking his head. He wasn’t, more like drifting off into that hazy headspace. He’d almost like to be asleep, though. Taehyung’s cock is rubbing against all the right places and it always settles whatever white noise is buzzing inside of him.
Taehyung snorts like he knows better. “I’ll be done in about half an hour, that okay, love?”
He nods again, already finding peace in his dozing state. He’s so warm and cozy that he may very well fall asleep.
He would fall asleep if he wasn’t so aware of the cock in his ass. It was fine earlier, helping him relax and feel closer to Taehyung. Helping remove the black cloud from over his head and replace it with a field of Taehyung’s favorite flowers.
Now that the stress has drained away and he’s been sitting on Taehyung’s cock for around fifteen minutes?
He’s starting to get really turned on.
He can feel his cock where it’s pressed between his and Taehyung’s stomach, leaking precum onto his own sweatshirt. He’ll definitely whine about it later and have Taehyung help him with their laundry, but for now he tries to focus on anything except that.
Jeongguk distracts himself by listening to the click of Taehyung’s keyboard, the scratch of his pen and swipe of his highlighter. The repetitive sounds are nice, something he can count then lose track of, then try to figure out where he left off.
He distracts himself from the gradually warming fire in his lower belly, from the way Taehyung’s cock barely shifts when he reaches for his keyboard or for a different sheet of paper.
From the way Taehyung pulses inside of him, precum oozing slowly and warming him from the inside out.
Taehyung’s cock is almost too much to keep still on now. He hasn’t felt it lose any of its hardness and if anything, they both have just gotten harder. He doesn’t think he’ll ever understand how Taehyung can work like this. He’s tried playing video games and editing videos with Taehyung sitting on his cock and he could barely last ten minutes.
But when Taehyung is inside of him, it’s like a switch is flipped. He knows he can last through the last twenty minutes of Taehyung’s shift, he’s done it plenty of times before. Hell, he’s done it all night. But Taehyung’s cock is just so nice and he’s been so good.
He may be able to get away with little gyrations of his hips and get Taehyung worked up, but he doesn’t really feel like being a brat today or interrupting Taehyung’s work. He wants praise. He wants to not be able to tell where he ends and where Taehyung begins. He wants kisses, then he wants to be laid down and taken, then—
Then the phone rings.
Not Taehyung’s cell phone, but his work phone. The dinosaur on the corner of his desk.
Jeongguk clenches around Taehyung as he moves, cock twitching when he realizes that yes, Taehyung is going to answer the phone with his cock inside him. (Not that Jeongguk expected anything less.)
“It’s Seokjin hyung,” Taehyung says offhandedly, bracing a hand on Jeongguk’s upper back and reaching for the phone. “I know I don’t have to tell you, but be good. Okay, baby?”
If Taehyung felt his cock twitch with the incessant ringing of the phone, he doesn’t show it.
Taehyung pauses, waiting for Jeongguk’s response which he doesn’t hesitate in giving. “Okay,” Jeongguk tells him, nodding. He knows that the pause is his out if he needs it and that Taehyung wouldn’t force him to do anything he doesn’t want to.
Taehyung answers the phone, breathing a soft sigh through his nose. His fingertips dig into the small of Jeongguk’s back as he adjusts, slipping down the chair so he can lean against the backrest.
Jeongguk holds his breath and tries his hardest to not clench around Taehyung and to not jostle himself too much. The last thing he needs is to moan while their hyung is on the phone. Especially during work hours.
(It wouldn’t be the first time, though.)
He bites down on his lip as Taehyung’s cock brushes his prostate. He feels the lube shift, warm and still viscous against his walls. It’s a strange sensation he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to.
Seokjin’s voice is muffled and Jeongguk doesn’t try to listen in, having had enough professional talk for the day. He snuggles into Taehyung’s neck and tightens his arms, trying to find something other than the cock in his ass to focus on.
There’s nothing to really focus on except Taehyung’s voice and the way his hand slowly rubs up and down his back. He could try and get some friction against his own cock or the one in his ass but again, he’s a good boy. Taehyung says so.
The phone cord bounces on Jeongguk’s arm one too many times to be an accident so he pulls his head up and finds Taehyung’s dark gaze staring back at him. His head is cocked to the side in question, curly hair framing his face nicely.
“‘M fine,” Jeongguk whispers, realizing he was pouting and had tensed up.
Taehyung regards him as he listens to Seokjin, humming when he needs to and nodding like Seokjin can see him. The hand on Jeongguk’s back slips down over his ass, nails scratching gently down his plush skin before his finger slips between his cheeks.
Jeongguk freezes, feeling himself and Taehyung pulse in tandem, his own cock betraying him by kicking against Taehyung’s stomach. He hopes Taehyung didn’t feel it, that his sweatshirt is thick enough to hide it, but Taehyung’s growing smirk tells him otherwise.
A quiet whine leaves Jeongguk’s lips when Taehyung’s finger prods at his hole and wiggles in alongside his cock. Taehyung only does this when he’s feeling particularly playful.
“Hyungie,” Jeongguk breathes, pressing a sleeved hand to his mouth to cover his exhale. Taehyung’s body wash immediately engulfs his senses again and he decides to keep the hand pressed over his lips, wanting to keep Taehyung as close as possible.
Taehyung raises an eyebrow in silent question. The look sends a shiver down Jeongguk’s spine, causing him to clench around both Taehyung’s cock and finger.
The thrill of being heard, found out by Seokjin makes his heart pound. It’s exhilarating, almost as much as fucking on the balcony of their home.
Jeongguk nods, hand falling away and lips falling open in anticipation of what’s to come.
Taehyung’s finger slips out of his ass only to press two to his plush bottom lip instead. Jeongguk suppresses a whine with the sudden loss but welcomes the fingers into his mouth gracefully. His tongue pulls them in, winding around them and sucking like he would cock. They taste like the strawberry lube Taehyung loves and it makes Jeongguk shiver again.
Seokjin is still speaking animatedly, Taehyung answering when he needs to while keeping his fingers in Jeongguk’s mouth. The digits are a heavy weight on his tongue, slowly thrusting in and out with spit gathering at the corners of his mouth.
Jeongguk knows he needs to be quiet— that’s why the fingers are in his mouth— but when he hears Seokjin ask, “Taehyung-ah, are you even listening to me?” he can’t help but snort, spit dribbling out from between his lips and Taehyung’s fingers.
Taehyung cracks his own smile, pulling his fingers out and letting Jeongguk clean them off before his hand comes to rest on Jeongguk’s hip. His fingers are warm against his skin, slightly sticky where they caress.
“I’m listening, but— Hyung, it’s Friday. Can’t we do this next week? I have other things to take care of.” Taehyung’s gaze lingers on Jeongguk, red hot as it trails down his body and stops between them.
Jeongguk can’t deny he doesn’t like being watched so his cock twitches again, hellbent on betraying him all day. He feels his cheeks heat up and he covers his face, blonde hair falling into his eyes.
“Baby,” Taehyung murmurs, voice gently. He pulls Jeongguk’s hand away and links their fingers together. “Eyes on me.”
Seokjin tuts, papers ruffling loudly through the receiver. “If those things are ignoring me and working on the new policy then no, that can wait. If it’s dinner with Jeongguk, then fine. Be my guest.”
“We actually do have dinner plans,” Taehyung confirms. When their eyes meet at the mention of dinner, Taehyung rolls his hips up gently, swaying Jeongguk forward on his lap.
Jeongguk swallows back a moan, lips pressing shut and eyes closing as the pleasure of movement washes over him. His stomach tingles and a choked sound leaves him when he feels Taehyung’s finger on the tip of his cock.
He pulls Jeongguk’s cock forward gently, long finger slipping down to the base and back up. Taehyung may be seven years older but he still knows exactly how to tease.
“Bye, hyung!” Taehyung rushes out before handing the phone to Jeongguk, fully intent on having him hang up like he always does but Jeongguk has other plans.
“Bye, hyung!” Jeongguk chirps into the receiver before stretching and hanging the phone up, Seokjin’s yelling abruptly cut off.
They giggle when Jeongguk settles again, pressing his forehead against Taehyung’s. The atmosphere is light, the sun now cast against the side of the chair warming Jeongguk despite the cool air in the room.
“God, I love you,” Taehyung says through his laughter, pulling Jeongguk down for a kiss. It should really be more heated than it is, but they’re both still smiling too much for it to be anything but teeth and more giggles.
“I ‘ove ‘ou, too,” Jeongguk tries to reply but it comes out muffled. He pulls back to say it better but is cut off when Taehyung rolls his hips again and hits his prostate. “Tae.”
Jeongguk lifts his hips to match Taehyung’s slow thrusting, head thrown back in bliss. He’s overwhelmed from the sudden stimulation, from the way his hole adjusts to the seemingly new intrusion.
Just as he starts to gain a rhythm, Taehyung stops him with a firm grip on his waist and his ass against his thighs. “You’re supposed to be my cocksleeve, aren’t you?”
Oh, right. Taehyung is still on the clock while he’s on the cock.
“How much longer?” Jeongguk asks through his pout. He gives Taehyung his best doe eyes, the ones he knows Taehyung can’t resist.
Taehyung’s eyes flick to somewhere behind Jeongguk— probably the monitor— and return to him a second later. “Tell you what. Stand up and turn around, sit back down, log me out, then I’ll take care of you. How’s that sound, bun?”
Jeongguk’s eyes light up and he nods. Fuck, yes. He lifts himself off Taehyung’s cock and maneuvers so he’s standing up, Taehyung guiding him the whole time. They once tried to have him spin around while still on Taehyung’s lap and it didn’t end well.
(They both ended up on the floor.)
He guides Taehyung’s cock back to his hole, lowering himself until the tip catches on his rim. He’s about to sink lower and sit back down on his throne but he has another idea. He’s full of those today, isn’t he?
Instead of sitting, he slips Taehyung’s cock between his cheeks so it’s snug between them then sits, leaning forward so Taehyung’s cock stays.
“Bun,” Taehyung says, warning evident in his tone. His hands find Jeongguk’s hips again, grip tight with a warning squeeze before one hand covers his cock between his cheeks.
“What, hyungie?” Jeongguk asks innocently, breath hitching. He arches his back more, grinding his ass against Taehyung’s cock as he wiggles the mouse to wake up the computer.
Taehyung just grunts, keeping their position as Jeongguk maneuvers through the documents Taehyung tells him to save and close. He does feel Taehyung start to thrust shallowly, gently guiding his ass up and down.
Soon enough, Jeongguk is clocking Taehyung out for the day. Butterflies are pirouetting in his stomach by the time he’s done and staring at the Windows login screen. Now that it’s just him and Taehyung, he feels kind of nervous, in a good way.
He feels Taehyung shift, cock falling from between his cheeks as Taehyung leans up and presses against Jeongguk’s back. “Everything alright, petal?”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk answers. “Just— nervous.” He laughs out the last part like it’s ridiculous. And really, he does feel a little bit ridiculous because no matter how often they do something intimate, he can’t help but get shy in front of his older boyfriend.
Taehyung has shown him nothing but respect, love, and patience over the three years they’ve been together. Even admiration upon occasion. When he gets nervous like this, he knows it’s okay because Taehyung won’t make him feel bad for it.
“Baby,” Taehyung says softly, standing and pulling Jeongguk up with him. “It’s just me,” he continues, deep voice vibrating against Jeongguk’s back. He presses his body against Jeongguk’s, arms coming around to hug him from behind. “Relax and let me take care of you now, hmm?”
Jeongguk’s head falls back onto Taehyung’s shoulder and their eyes meet. He nods. “Okay, hyung.”
Taehyung holds Jeongguk close for a moment longer, his arms tightening around Jeongguk’s stomach. The coolness from his promise ring causes goosebumps to erupt over Jeongguk’s skin and he shivers, hands coming to cover Taehyung’s own. Their fingers lace together as Taehyung kisses his neck softly, the gentle touches bringing comfort to Jeongguk.
When Jeongguk feels like he’s finally grown a pair, he rolls his ass back against Taehyung’s cock, slotting it between his cheeks again. “Will you fuck me now, hyung?”
“Fuck— yeah, baby. Couch,” Taehyung urges, guiding Jeongguk around the desk by his hips. Jeongguk isn’t a fan of being fucked against the desk so he bounces over happily to the couch, rocking back and forth on his toes as Taehyung grabs the lube and makes his way over.
Jeongguk pulls Taehyung into a kiss before he can sit down. He immediately licks into Taehyung’s mouth, wanting to feel him closer.
Taehyung grunts but lets Jeongguk in, tossing the lube onto the couch before slipping his hands under the dress shirt and down Jeongguk’s sides. They wander down to his ass and squeeze, parting his cheeks and causing him to gasp.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk moans, hole fluttering around nothing. His hips push back into Taehyung’s hands as he repeats the motions, attacking Jeongguk’s neck as he massages his asscheeks.
Taehyung hums a sound of question against his neck before biting down and leaving his own mark. Jeongguk doesn’t answer right away, just tilts his neck and spreads his leg to make room for Taehyung’s thigh.
He ruts his hips against Taehyung’s thigh, the much-needed friction making him sigh out in bliss. His fingers tangle in Taehyung’s messy brown curls, fists clenching as he tries to take everything Taehyung is giving him.
Taehyung’s fingers make their way between his cheeks and circle his hole. He’s still loose, lube coating Taehyung’s finger as he presses the tip of his finger in.
“Oh,” Jeongguk moans quietly, instantly relaxing in Taehyung’s hold. His hips rock back onto Taehyung’s finger, trying to feel as much as he can.
“Feel good?” Taehyung asks sweetly, nosing along his jawline. He peppers kisses on Jeongguk’s cheeks before leaning up and connecting their lips.
Jeongguk nods, kissing Taehyung back eagerly. The kisses soon turn to them panting into each other’s mouths, Taehyung thrusting his fingers into Jeongguk and matching the pace with his hips.
“More, hyung—” Jeongguk begs, feeling another finger prodding at his hole. Taehyung is never one to deny him so he slips it in alongside the first, angling directly for his prostate.
The angle is awkward but Jeongguk doesn’t care, just props his foot up on the couch and wiggles so Taehyung’s fingers get deeper. “Fuck.” Jeongguk’s head falls forward onto Taehyung’s shoulder, and his shirt slips down over his shoulder, exposing more for Taehyung to mark up.
Taehyung wastes no time in leaning forward and attaching his lips to Jeongguk’s collarbone. He nips and sucks, licking along the dip and to the center of Jeongguk’s chest. His fingers rub incessantly against the little bundle of nerves, causing Jeongguk to keen into him.
“Do you want to cum from my fingers?”
“I—” Jeongguk pauses his panting, a breathy moan taking place of his words when Taehyung rubs a little harder. What does he want?
He’d love to come from Taehyung’s fingers. They fill him up nicely and drag along his walls with precision, picking him apart quite literally from the inside out.
He also wants Taehyung to fuck him. He didn’t cockwarm him for forty-five minutes to not be fucked senseless.
“Fuck me,” he settles on, punctuating his point with a harder thrust back onto Taehyung’s fingers.
“Of course, sweet,” Taehyung mutters against his neck. He pulls away, tugging Jeongguk’s skin between his teeth. “How do you want it?” Taehyung asks, laving his tongue over the reddened skin.
Jeongguk groans, the pain-pleasure sending a spike of arousal through him. He pulls back from Taehyung’s embrace, cheeks heating up when he feels the string of precum connecting his cock and Taehyung’s thigh break and lay back against his cock.
How does he want it?
He can imagine Taehyung taking him on the couch on his hands and knees, whispering sweet nothings sprinkled with filth into his ear. The way his ass jiggles and the way Taehyung grabs at it always has him feeling it for a while after.
But he doesn’t want something not as intimate.
Nothing beats having his legs wrapped around Taehyung as they share the same breaths and practically become one. He can scratch down Taehyung’s back and keep him as close as he needs.
But he doesn’t want a position where he’s on the bottom.
Taehyung has been paying more attention to his thighs lately— always kissing them when he’s between his legs, gripping them for better leverage, laying his hand on one during dinner with their friends.
“Wanna ride hyung,” Jeongguk breaths out, mind made up. He pushes Taehyung back onto the couch and straddles him, arms circling his neck as he kisses him deep.
“Mmph,” Taehyung squeaks into Jeongguk’s mouth, caught off guard. He easily lets Jeongguk take the lead, though, always willing to let his baby take whatever he needs. “Knew it.”
Jeongguk pulls back like he’s been shocked and the look on his face makes Taehyung laugh. “Did not!” There’s no way Taehyung knew because Jeongguk didn’t even know.
Taehyung laughs, arms curling around Jeongguk’s waist and pulling him closer. Jeongguk rolls his hips with the motion, slowly grinding their cocks together. “You always want to ride me after cockwarming me.”
“ No— ” Jeongguk starts, thinking back to the last few times he’s sat on Taehyung’s cock. His face scrunches up when he realizes Taehyung is right, save for the times they fucked in missionary and he fucked Taehyung.
If Jeongguk has learnt anything from the older male it’s that he’s more experienced and he knows what he needs more often than himself.
“See?” Taehyung teases, cocking his head to the side. His hand slips between them and takes his own cock in hand, stroking himself lightly.
“Shut up,” Jeongguk huffs, grabbing the lube off the cushion and squeezing some onto his fingers. He doesn’t wait for it to warm up before his hand makes its way between them and spreads the lube over Taehyung’s cock, pouting all the while.
Taehyung tenses up, hips barely thrusting into Jeongguk’s grip. It’s not like him to lose his cool, especially when he has Jeongguk to take care of first. “Make me.”
Jeongguk’s eyes narrow. He squeezes the head of Taehyung’s cock and keeps his fist tight on the downstroke. “Fine.” He slips Taehyung’s cock behind him and aligns the tip with his hole.
As he eases the tip past his rim, he uses his other hand to hold Taehyung’s jaw and slips two fingers past his lips. He rests the tips on Taehyung’s tongue, feeling how it flexes under his touch.
Taehyung raises an eyebrow but goes along with it, lips tightening and cheeks hollowing as he sucks. Jeongguk feels a smugness rise in his chest and a smirk pull at his lips. He breathes out as he continues to sink down on Taehyung’s cock, thighs already straining from how slowly he’s moving.
They’re both equally as dominant as they are submissive, so having this kind of power over Taehyung has Jeongguk tingling all over. It’s another feeling he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to having total control and having Taehyung at his mercy makes his head spin with lust in the best way.
Jeongguk sighs when he bottoms out, ass flush with Taehyung’s thighs. He feels so full again, so sated already that his toes curl where they’re pressed into the sides of Taehyung’s knees.
God, Taehyung’s cock is truly something else.
He rests for a moment, adjusting to Taehyung’s size and decides to toy with Taehyung a bit. He starts to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of Taehyung’s mouth, the amount of spit already gathered making lewd sounds.
Taehyung goes along with it, letting Jeongguk have his way for a few seconds before winding his tongue around Jeongguk’s fingers, coating them even more. He starts to bob his head like he would when sucking Jeongguk’s cock, slurping noisily and relaxing his lips so spit starts to dribble out.
Jeongguk gasps softly, watching Taehyung as he kisses his fingers and licks between them before pulling them back into his mouth and hollowing his cheeks. “So pretty, hyung,” Jeongguk praises, slowly gyrating his hips forward.
Taehyung’s cock pulses inside of him, staying pressed against his prostate and keeping him filled to the brim. This position is so intimate, letting Jeongguk stay close to Taehyung while stimulating them both. It’s a completely different feeling than riding, one that keeps Jeongguk full and sends spikes of arousal through him when his own cock ruts against Taehyung’s stomach.
Jeongguk continues to roll his hips slowly, head falling back as his back arches into Taehyung’s wandering hands. They run up and down his sides under the dress shirt, feeling over his abdomen and back up to his nipples but never settling.
A muffled sound from Taehyung has Jeongguk opening his eyes at the same time a hand combs through his blonde hair and lifts his head up. Before he knows it, Taehyung’s fingers are prodding at his lips and they fall open before he can even think about it. He slips his own from Taehyung’s mouth and wipes them on his hoo███.
Taehyung scrunches his nose at the action and rests two fingers on Jeongguk’s tongue. “Ready to move, baby?”
Jeongguk doesn’t answer verbally, just accepts the fingers and raises his hips up so only the tip of Taehyung’s cock is inside him before sinking back down. They both moan at the sudden pleasure, the sound of Taehyung’s raspy voice spurring Jeongguk on.
He continues to lift himself up and down on Taehyung’s cock, riding him like he’s starved. His own cock bobs with his movements, bouncing against Taehyung’s stomach and making a little wet patch on the gray hoo███.
Taehyung’s cock drags along his insides with every lift of his hips, driving him closer to the edge. He’s already panting, so worked up from being teased for over an hour. His lips fall open and spit starts to slip down over his bottom lip.
“God, you look so good like this,” Taehyung praises, fingers slipping out of Jeongguk’s mouth, the pads smearing his spit over his bottom lip before pulling away. Taehyung’s hands settle on Jeongguk’s lithe waist, almost circling it completely. “We need to use the mirror again sometime soon.”
Jeongguk groans at that, images of himself being fucked senseless in front of the big mirror in their bedroom flooding his mind. His face was flushed red and his hair was all over the place from Taehyung’s wandering hands, cock straining against his lower belly.
He’d enjoyed watching himself so much that when he came, he shot all over the mirror.
He knows he must look a mess if the way Taehyung is watching him says anything. Taehyung’s eyes are trained on his face, eyes filled with lust and little grunts falling from his lips every time Jeongguk drops down.
“You too,” Jeongguk pushes out, arching as Taehyung pulls him closer. “Always so hot, hyung,” Jeongguk continues before pressing their lips together in a messy kiss. It’s more teeth and shared breath than anything, hot and sticky and slick.
His thighs are starting to strain and burn, the leftover ache from yesterday’s leg day showing itself. That doesn’t stop him though, it just pushes him to fuck himself down faster and to fuel the fire in his lower belly.
“Fuck me,” Jeongguk begs, dropping his hips down harder and clenching around Taehyung. “Please, hyung. Wanna feel you.”
“You sure?” Taehyung teases, arms tightening around Jeongguk and holding him so his hips slow. “Thought you wanted to ride me?”
Jeongguk groans, head falling into the juncture between Taehyung’s neck and shoulder. His back curves as he works Taehyung’s cock inside of him again. “Joint effort,” he settles with replying, nipping at one of the bruises he left on Taehyung’s neck.
Taehyung chuckles, letting Jeongguk continue to ride him until he’s whining out and his thrusts are starting to get sloppy. He finally gives in and Jeongguk is embarrassed at the loud moan that escapes his lips when Taehyung’s hips start to meet his own, punching sharp little uh’s from him.
Taehyung pulls Jeongguk closer as he thrusts up, swallowing every little sound Jeongguk dares let out. “Let me hear you, sweet,” Taehyung mutters against his lips, arms tightening around his waist and thrusting up even harder.
Jeongguk shudders at the new speed and angle, continuing to meet Taehyung’s thrusts with his own. He knows Taehyung has a thing for him being vocal so he relaxes into the older male even more, hips faltering as lewd sounds start to fall from his lips.
“Oh, fuck,” Jeongguk gasps when he arches his back and Taehyung manages to get deeper. “Fuck— Tae, hyung,” he moans, strings of expletives following. His arms circle Taehyung’s neck as he drops himself down even harder, arching into Taehyung’s touch.
There’s a fire under his skin he can’t extinguish, fueled only by Taehyung. A thin sheen of sweat covers Jeongguk’s skin and his bangs stick to his forehead. The dress shirt has slipped off his shoulders and down to his elbows, exposing his upper body for Taehyung.
“So good, baby,” Taehyung grunts, thighs tense as he bares Jeongguk’s weight. He connects their lips again and moans when Jeongguk clenches around him, pace growing sloppy. “Close?”
Jeongguk nods, head falling back. “Gonna— hyung, gonna cum,” Jeongguk babbles, legs now quivering with strain. The sound of skin slapping is loud between them as Jeongguk forces himself to hold out. “Please—”
“Can you cum untouched?” Taehyung asks, angling his hips so he hits Jeongguk’s prostate with every thrust.
“Oh,” Jeongguk moans, shaking with pleasure. Can he?
He’s so pent up from teasing and the intimacy between them is practically making him see stars. His lower belly is already twisting with the impending pleasure, cock drooling almost steadily against his abdomen.
“Y-yeah,” Jeongguk whines, “but— don’t— don’t wanna—” he tries to get out, mind too foggy to form a coherent thought now.
Taehyung seems to know what he means anyway, hand moving between them and long fingers circling Jeongguk’s without another word on the subject. “Cum for me,” Taehyung whispers, lips brushing his earlobe before nipping. His tongue darts out a second later, pulling his pierced lobe into his mouth and sucking. A hand finds its way to Jeongguk’s nipple and thumbs over it, pulling a long cry from him.
Jeongguk tries to nod, tries to convey what he’s feeling but can’t. He’s so wrapped up in Taehyung that all he can think of is Taehyung.
The way Taehyung fits his lips with his own, the way he fucks up into Jeongguk and hits his prostate even though he must be getting tired too. The way his hand strokes him, fast and paying attention to every sensitive spot and the way his thumb runs over his head just right—
“‘M cumming,” Jeongguk moans before bliss completely overtakes him. Stars dance on the back of his eyelids as his orgasm hits him full force. He curls into Taehyung, completely overtaken with the bliss running through his veins.
He cums with Taehyung’s name on his lips and Taehyung’s hand on his cock, working him through it. His mind is empty as his cum coats Taehyung’s hand and his own sweatshirt, hips twitching as he rides out his orgasm.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk breathes into Taehyung’s ear. His chest is still heaving and with a lot of effort, he manages to speak. “C’mon, hyung.” He’s still riding his high but wants Taehyung to feel as good as he is. “Cum— cum in me ‘n fill me. Ma-make me yours,” he forces out, body shaking with exertion.
“Yeah,” Taehyung groans, hips speeding up. “Gonna fill you so good, baby,” he mutters before latching onto Jeongguk’s shoulder with his teeth, arms coming to circle Jeongguk’s waist again. He holds Jeongguk still and thrusts a few more times before he’s cumming inside Jeongguk’s waiting hole.
Warmth fills Jeongguk as Taehyung cums and he clenches with whatever strength he can muster to help him through his orgasm. “Tha’s it, ‘yungie,” he slurs against Taehyung’s ear, trying to lift his hips and ride Taehyung more but his legs give out.
He rests against Taehyung’s heaving chest as Taehyung’s arms tighten around him. “‘S okay,” Taehyung mutters, hips thrusting up a few more times as he rides out his high. “So good, baby.”
They lay there for a few minutes to catch their breath. Jeongguk is still tingling all over, body spent. He doesn’t think he could move even if he wanted to.
He trembles in Taehyung’s arms as he comes down, fingers now tight around Taehyung’s own, having sought his hands out once Taehyung started to relax. Jeongguk always craves more intimacy after they fuck, but it’s much more prominent after cockwarming.
Any leftover stress or worry from earlier has faded completely from Jeongguk’s mind. He noses further into Taehyung’s neck, starting to feel the post-coital chill set in. He’d love to sit and cockwarm Taehyung for a while longer, but they don’t have time. They’ll fall asleep here and their night will be ruined.
(That doesn’t sound so bad, though.)
“Cold?” Taehyung rasps, leaning back and resting his forehead against Jeongguk’s own.
Jeongguk hums. “Kinda. Don’t wanna move.”
Taehyung snorts and shifts his hips. “We need to clean up first. We’re all sticky.” He leans up and holds Jeongguk by the waist so he doesn’t fall backward, then reaches up and ticks a tucks a few strands of hair behind Jeongguk’s ear. He looks at Jeongguk for a moment before a smile makes its way to his face. “Peek-a-koo.”
Jeongguk’s smile matches Taehyung as they laugh, Jeongguk hiding his face in Taehyung’s neck. “Hyung,” he whines, fondness blooming in his chest.
“What, baby?” Taehyung asks, nudging him forward so he can see his flushed cheeks. Jeongguk just groans in response, electing not to answer. “You weren’t silent five minutes ago,” Taehyung jokes, thrusting up and causing an unexpected moan to fall from Jeongguk’s lips. “Shower or bath?” he continues like he did nothing.
Considering that his legs still feel like jello and he doesn’t think he’d be able to stand up for a shower, the decision is easy for Jeongguk to make. He’d love to rest against Taehyung’s chest or have Taehyung cuddling up to him while they’re wrapped up in a fancy bath bomb water blanket.
“Bath,” Jeongguk answers, pressing a kiss to Taehyung’s lips before moving to lift himself off Taehyung’s lap. He grimaces slightly when he shifts upwards and feels something warm trickle from between his legs and down the back of his thigh.
Taehyung must notice his discomfort because he wordlessly grabs the towel from earlier and gently turns Jeongguk around. He wipes up his thigh before spreading his cheeks and wiping up the leftover lube around his hole. “I’ll clean you up in the bathroom, how’s that?”
“Good,” Jeongguk replies, standing up straight when Taehyung taps his asscheek and stands up behind him. Jeongguk’s legs feel like they’re going to give out and his lower back aches, but it’s a pain he’d welcome any day.
They don’t say anything as they make their way to their bedroom, Jeongguk wobbling along and pulling Taehyung behind him by a few fingers. This doesn’t last long, however, because Taehyung wiggles his arm around Jeongguk’s waist to help him.
Jeongguk plops down on the fuzzy pink toilet seat— a gag gift from Seokjin when they moved in together that they just never got rid of. He lets Taehyung peel the dress shirt off of him and he grimaces again when it sticks to his back.
“That’s not dry clean only, is it?” Jeongguk asks as Taehyung tosses the shirt into the clothes hamper in the corner. He would feel bad if he potentially ruined another one of Taehyung’s nice shirts.
“No,” Taehyung shakes his head, turning to the bathtub and turning on the water. “Even if it were, I wouldn’t care,” he continues as he adjusts the temperature to his liking before reaching towards their extensive bath bomb selection. “Which one, love?”
Jeongguk appreciates him asking but he rarely changes his answer, always opting for his favorite one. “The lavender one!” he smiles softly, watching as Taehyung selects the purple bath bomb from the caddy on the shelf and drops it into the bath.
The lavender scent fills the bathroom almost instantly, engulfing Jeongguk’s sensitive nose as he watches the water turn a light purple. His nose is usually extra sensitive to floral smells but this bath bomb is one that Jeongguk is able to handle with barely any after-bath sniffling. The lavender smell is soft but long-lasting, lingering on their skin long after they finish.
He loves it not only because purple is Taheyung’s favorite color, but it also helps the both of them relax.
Jeongguk continues to watch the water grow darker, little petals fizzling out from the bubbling ball and swirling around with the current of the water. He inhales and smiles softly as warmth fills him yet again.
“Do you want me to clean you out?” Taehyung asks, holding a clean washcloth.
He nods and despite his comfort, heat still rises to his cheeks. He used to prefer doing it himself, finding it embarrassing to have someone else do something so intimate to him, especially an act that a lot of people find gross, but he finds it easier when someone else helps him. Taehyung has assured him enough that he’s more than okay with helping.
Jeongguk stands up and turns around, bending over and bracing his hands on the fuzzy pink toilet seat. It feels like it’s mocking him because he’s sure his cheeks are just as bright as its color.
From the corner of his eye, he watches Taehyung wet the washcloth and move behind him. “Are you sensitive?” he asks, gently pulling Jeongguk’s cheeks apart and running a finger over his puffy rim.
Jeongguk flinches in surprise when Taehyung touches him, then relaxes into his touch. “Sort of, it’s fine, though,” he replies, reaching back and gripping the cheek Taehyung lets go of. He rests his forehead on his arm, feeling heat rush to his cheeks again at the lewdness of the act.
Taehyung pokes and wipes at Jeongguk for a few minutes, thoroughly cleaning him out and taking care of him. When he’s done, he places a kiss to Jeongguk’s asscheek and tosses the washcloth into the sink.
“C’mon, love,” Taehyung coaxes him up and places their towels down on the toilet seat before taking Jeongguk’s hand and helping him step into the tub. “Alright?”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk nods, lowering himself into the purple water. “Just right.” He sinks down all the way, letting himself adjust to the temperature of the water as he lowers. Once he’s seated and his ass has adjusted to the little bursts of pain, he makes grabby hands towards Taehyung.
Taehyung chuckles, taking the hand closest to him and placing a kiss to Jeongguk’s tattooed knuckles. “Hold on.” He slips the hoo███ over his head and tosses it into the clothes hamper before climbing into the tub and settling between Jeongguk’s legs.
“Better,” Jeongguk mumbles against Taehyung’s neck, lacing their fingers together before wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist. Taehyung relaxes against his chest and Jeongguk won’t lie and say that he doesn’t love being the bigger spoon, especially if it means Taehyung will play with his fingers.
He’s no stranger to loving intimacy, so when they figured out how much he loves Taehyung playing with his fingers it became an almost daily occurrence, during baths included. Jeongguk isn’t sure what it is about the act that is so intimate, he’s never been able to explain it, but it settles something inside of him when Taehyung does it.
Taehyung releases one of Jeongguk’s hands in favor to play with the water, swirling the little purple petals around his fingers and trying to catch them. Jeongguk tries to help, cupping his hand and trapping some petals so Taehyung can collect them. He soon becomes the holder for the petals Taehyung catches, though, now holding about ten of them in the palm of his hand.
When Taehyung is satisfied with the number of petals he’s collected, he pulls Jeongguk’s tattooed hand from the purple water and starts to place the petals onto his tattoos, decorating them with his own little touch.
Jeongguk’s heart swells every time Taehyung does this. Most people never see Taehyung’s soft side and are subject only to his business side, suffering piercing glares and his sharp jawline daily. Taehyung is truly a softie at heart though, loving to cuddle and shower Jeongguk and those close to him with love.
(Don’t tell anyone, but Jeongguk also tries to keep the petals on himself for as long as he can.)
He watches Taehyung place the petals down delicately onto the line art heart on his hand, creating his own little purple heart. He continues to do this to the few tattoos he usually does, filling them in with the color of love.
He comes to one that’s special to the both of them and he runs his thumb over the ink before placing the petals down, forming a purple sun with them. Other than the tattoo on his ring finger, Taehyung also has a matching moon tattoo on his own wrist. Jeongguk has a sun since he always claims Taehyung is his sun.
Taehyung loves decorating Jeongguk with his favorite color.
After they’ve relaxed for a while and the water has started to cool to lukewarm, Jeongguk reluctantly dunks his hand back into the water and watches the petals float away freely. They take turns washing each other’s hair and bo███s, trying hard to not splash the floor with purple water but failing miserably.
Two almost six-foot men in a bathtub will never not end in a mess.
Jeongguk lathers Taehyung’s shampoo in his hands, the light purple bubbles making him smile. He gently massages Taehyung’s head and uses the showerhead to rinse him off, Taehyung doing the same to him. They take turns with the loofah and share the lavender vanilla body wash that Taehyung loves before draining the tub and getting out.
Taehyung helps him again and he can’t help but wince when standing up, pinpricks of pain shooting through his lower back. Taehyung looks at him with a mixture of pity and smugness before wrapping him in a fluffy towel.
“Can I dry your hair?” Taehyung asks as Jeongguk finishes drying his body off and moves to start on his hair.
Jeongguk looks at him and smiles softly, towel paused midway. “Sure, baby.”
Taehyung’s cheeks tint pink and Jeongguk knows it’s not from the bath no matter how much Taehyung insists that it is. He doesn’t say anything, though, and lets Taehyung lead him into their bedroom. He sits on the bed, facing away from Taehyung and leans back into him when he drapes the towel over his head.
Taehyung rubs the towel over his blonde hair, easily drying the locks and undercut. Jeongguk thinks he should let Taehyung do this more often as Taehyung combs his fingers through his hair before draping the towel over Jeongguk’s shoulders.
“What boxers do you want?” Taehyung asks, heading to his dresser and pulling out a pair of plain black boxers for himself.
“Black, please,” Jeongguk answers idly, wondering if he can get away with having Taehyung dress him, too. He falls back onto their bed, starfishing and taking up both sides. He closes his heavy eyes and sniffs, lavender and vanilla the only things he can smell.
His thoughts are answered when a boxer-clad Taehyung returns to their bedside and crawls onto the bed, hovering overtop of him. Jeongguk opens his eyes to Taehyung staring down at him with soft eyes, all traces of anything sexual gone and replaced with love. “Hi,” he murmurs, leaning down to leave a kiss on Jeongguk’s cheek.
“Hi,” Jeongguk smiles, leaning his head to the other side for another kiss and preening when he gets it. He then reaches up and pulls Taehyung down by the nape of his neck, kissing him softly.
They kiss languidly, both forgetting about their dinner plans. Their chests are pressed together, Taehyung’s skin warm against his own. There’s no tongue involved this time, only happy sighs and love.
Taehyung pulls back first, nuzzling into Jeongguk’s cheek before pushing himself up and back down the bed, resting on his heels by Jeongguk’s feet. “Gimme your foot,” he says, hands out and waiting.
Jeongguk lifts his foot and places it into Taehyung’s hands, letting him slip the boxers over both feet before pulling them up his legs. Taehyung works his way back up the bed on his knees and when he reaches Jeongguk’s waist, he stops.
Jeongguk jolts in his dozing state when he feels Taehyung’s breath ghost over his soft cock. He lifts his head and sees Taehyung staring up at him playfully, hands paused halfway up his thighs with his boxers under his fingertips. “Maybe.”
Taehyung hums, laying his cheek on Jeongguk’s hip, lips dangerously close to where Jeongguk’s cock lays against his thigh. “Maybe?” Taehyung questions, exhaling as he speaks.
Jeongguk’s cock betrays him yet again, twitching and giving him away. He groans, grabbing Taehyung’s pillow and covering his face. “‘M not,” he mumbles into it. “Just— you.”
He hears Taehyung giggle, feels the vibrations through his body and most definitely through his cock. “Tae,” he groans again, unsure if he wants to rock his hips up into nothing or roll away. He’ll gladly let Taehyung suck him off but he really wants to nap, too. He feels like there’s a common ground there.
“Sorry, baby,” Taehyung says sincerely, though Jeongguk can still hear the smile in his voice. He feels Taehyung press a kiss to the tip of his cock and it twitches again, conditioned to stir to life when any part of Taehyung is even remotely near it.
Jeongguk decides he has a love-hate relationship with Jeongguk Junior.
Taehyung continues to press feather-light kisses up Jeongguk’s cock until he reaches his hips. He leaves one last wet kiss over the cherry blossom stem there before pulling Jeongguk’s boxers up the rest of the way, tucking Jeongguk in like he likes.
“Thank you,” Jeongguk says, moving the pillow off his face and back to its respective spot on Taehyung’s side of the bed.
“Mmm,” Taehyung hums, crawling back up the bed. “Massage?”
“Oh hell yeah, ” Jeongguk answers excitedly, rolling over like he wasn’t two minutes away from falling asleep. “Shoulders and back, please.”
Taehyung laughs quietly, straddling Jeongguk’s lower back. He runs his hands up the expanse of Jeongguk’s back, probably fueling his love for Jeongguk’s muscles. Jeongguk lets him, loving being under Taehyung’s touch.
“Oh,” Jeongguk groans out when Taehyung’s fingers instantly find a knot in his shoulder and dig in. He goes limp under Taehyung’s fingers as he continues to work at his back, kneading where Jeongguk says and making sure to not stay in one spot for too long.
Jeongguk is still relaxed from the shower and he feels the claws of sleep gripping at him as he falls apart under Taehyung’s touch. The warm water has loosened his muscles up significantly but Taehyung is always able to find hidden knots and sore muscles, rubbing circles on them until they loosen up.
Taehyung continues massaging Jeongguk’s back until Jeongguk is completely relaxed and breathing steadily. He’s made his way onto the bed so he’s laying beside Jeongguk and rubbing his back with one hand, not massaging and not scratching. Just touching. Loving.
When sleep tugs at Taehyung too, he grabs Jeongguk’s phone from the nightstand and sets an alarm to go off a few hours before they have to leave for dinner. He throws the phone off to the side and drapes himself over Jeongguk’s body, snuggling into his neck.
“Mm, love you, hyung,” Jeongguk mumbles into his pillow, relaxing even more under Taehyung’s weight.
“Love you too, sweet.” Taehyung places a kiss to Jeongguk’s bare shoulder before hugging him even closer and drifting off.
They wake up ten minutes after Jeongguk’s alarm goes off and miraculously make it to the restaurant on time. Their dinner goes smooth and if they return home with a Pomeranian puppy, blame Taehyung.