It isn't that Jeongguk is particularly stingy with his blowjob prowess. Actually, if Taehyung stops and thinks about it, his boyfriend is plenty generous when it comes to their relationship, even beyond the bedroom. As Jeongguk inhales through his nose and goes down on Taehyung again, tongue running hot along the underside of Taehyung's cock, Taehyung lets out a groan and decides it's probably just because he's so damn good at this.
He knows better than to buck up against Jeongguk's hands pressed to his hips, to try and chase that wet, hot suction. Not that Jeongguk would let him, but once he caught Jeongguk off guard and Jeongguk not only pulled off his cock instantly, he went ahead and jerked off, right there between the V of Taehyung's thighs. The desperation Taehyung had felt, told to watch but not allowed to touch himself, isn't something Taehyung is going to forget easily; the following round of sex had been one of the best in his entire life. Instead, he lets his head drop back against the back of his chair, and try not to come when Jeongguk pulls off to tongue at the slit.
"Stay with me, Taehyung," he says, voice rough but no less commanding. Taehyung swallows a whimpers and straightens to look down at Jeongguk again, meeting eyes with pupils blown wide enough to engulf almost all the brown of Jeongguk's irises.
Taehyung reaches up to draw his hand through Jeongguk's hair, the locks thick and soft under his fingers. When Jeongguk turns and nips his palm - less of a warning and more just because he can - Taehyung startles, the cock between Jeongguk's fingers twitching in reaction. His gaze meets Jeongguk's again and he can see the amusement in them, meltingly warm along with the heat of their shared desire. "Jeongguk," Taehyung says, unable to put what he feels into words, his chest heavy with it, letting it leak into his voice.
"I know," Jeongguk says quietly, and nuzzles the side of Taehyung's cock before taking it back into his mouth and sucking down. He looks good like this, so good. His bangs falling over his forehead, eyelashes casting long shadows over his cheeks as he takes Taehyung down his throat as far as he can, deft fingers twisting over the rest but Taehyung knows they can tighten and cut him off from orgasm just as soon as he'll help bring him there. He never knows what to expect from Jeongguk until it's already happening, but Taehyung doesn't mind it, this handing over of his body to Jeongguk's whims. With the way he knows Taehyung's body forwards and back, Jeongguk will always make it feel amazing.
Later, he can't quite explain what came over him in that moment. All he knows is, as Jeongguk let his eyes fall shut and continue working over Taehyung's cock, Taehyung's fingers instinctively scrambled for his cell phone and made an attempt at focusing the picture before he was pressing down to capture this moment. That way it would last longer than the rush that had Taehyung fumbling and dropping his phone, the rush that has him gasping out Jeongguk's name as he comes down his boyfriend's throat so hard he forgets all about the picture until he stumbles across it a few days later.
"It was destiny," Jimin will tell them solemnly after a moment's pause, putting his arm around Taehyung's shoulders. Taehyung reciprocates instantly every time, nodding along, their bodies forming a solid wall of mystery and fate and allure. Or something like that.
The truth is, Taehyung had been yawning and stumbling out of his 9 AM Public Policy lecture one average morning, when he was cornered by a boy with light brown hair and a smile way too bright for this early in the morning. Running on approximately three hours of sleep, he'd barely had the coherency to receive the envelope the boy was flailing at him without dropping it. "This is for you!" the boy told him cheerfully before going off on his way again, waving at Taehyung as he left the lecture hall.
When he opened the envelope, he'd found, for some reason, a thank you card with a picture of a pile of puppies on the front, tails wagging and everything. Puppy piles were always good, though. Inside, there was a generic thank you message with the i's dotted with paw prints, and underneath in messy scrawl, "You and your boyfriend should consider being porn stars!! Haha JUST KIDDING!! But we should still be friends hehe text me okay???" with what was presumably the boy's phone number written underneath. And then a postscript, "My boyfriend Seokjin says thanks too ;) ;) even though he wouldn't sign the card!!!"
"Oh my fucking god," Taehyung had said out loud, now fully awake, blushing straight up to what felt like his forehead. Suddenly, he remembered Jeongguk ransacking their apartment in search of something for hours last night, overturning everything in their bedroom and the study, muttering something about having lost a USB drive. Taehyung had just assumed it was a USB with files he needed for class, but now, staring down at this card, he realized it was that USB and Jeongguk must've mixed them up and somehow lost the other one.
He still texts the guy, though, who blows up his phone with excited emoticons and introduces himself as Park Jimin; they're in the same year and are also in the same Environmental Design discussion section.
oh yeah!!! by the way!!!! seokjin hyung gave jeongguk the USB back so you have nothing to worry about!!!, Jimin texts him that first evening.
Taehyung stares at his phone, rolls around the living room floor in mortification for a few seconds, and gets himself a strange look from Jeongguk before he gathers himself enough to text again.
IM REALLY SORRY YOU HAD TO SEE THAT....
haha not even!! why are you apologizing when my boyfriend made me come so hard i almost cried ^^
JIMIN PLEASE im gonna DIE
hehe no shame
But really, for what it's worth, Jimin is the best friend Taehyung could ever have. Especially that time when, once Taehyung got over the embarrassment of it all, he picked up Jimin's thank you card from where it fell off his desk and burst out laughing. Jimin, who had come over to study, jerked his head up in surprise, but once he spotted the card in Taehyung's hand, he cracked up too, until the two of them were lying on the ground trying to catch their breath, tear tracks down their cheeks from their mirth. "It really was super hot," Jimin told him, a giggle catching in his throat.
Taehyung turned to look at Jimin, at this guy who had come into his life because of Taehyung's not-so-secret thing for getting filmed and filming while he had sex. It's trippy if he thinks too hard about it. "It really was, wasn't it?" he said.
He was surprised even, when Jimin invited him over to his place but it turned out to be said boyfriend Seokjin's apartment, which had been cozy but sort of awkward all over again when Seokjin walked in the door and took one look at Taehyung and said, "Oh, Jimin, you didn't."
"Of course I did!" Jimin said, scrambling to his feet to kiss Seokjin hello. Seokjin, to Taehyung's astoundment, simply kissed Jimin back, greeted Taehyung, and went into the kitchen to start cooking dinner, no questions asked. Seokjin's bulgogi was some of the best Taehyung had ever put in his mouth, so good he'd stared at it incredulously after his first bite and Jimin said smugly, "Told you he's good. Make sure to ask for seconds."
Ask for seconds he did, and when Jimin hopped along to go to the bathroom, Taehyung turned to Seokjin and said, "It's really not weird for you guys?"
Seokjin gave him a thoughtful look. "I mean, people watch porn all the time. What you do with your sex life is entirely up to you and your own preferences, so I don't see why it would get weird."
"I guess," Taehyung said, unsure, and ate more bulgogi and rice instead of pursuing the question any further. He's never exactly had anyone tell him to his face that it was fine to have the - the kinks he did, and Jeongguk's always operated on the premise that if it gets Taehyung off, then he'll come around. A generous lover, even beyond the bedroom.
"How long have you two been together? You and Jeongguk," Seokjin asked, gesturing for Taehyung to help himself to more. "By the way, Jimin can eat this whenever he wants, so go for it. Eat more."
Taehyung obeyed, scooping more food into his bowl. "Um, since high school. Like, sophomore or junior year or so, I guess."
"That's a long time," Seokjin said, raising his eyebrows.
"I mean, yeah, but I can't...imagine who I'd want to have spent this time with besides him," Taehyung said, blushing a little. They'd kind of had flings with other people before then, taken other people to formal dances, but once Taehyung started dating Jeongguk in sophomore year, he hadn't seen it as settling down and tying himself up but rather as finding the person he could see his future with. Even after a rough patch in senior year, and even though not everyone approved of their decision to live together in college now, Taehyung didn't want anyone else.
Jimin came back into the room just as Seokjin was about to reply, asking, "What are you guys talking about?" and somehow they managed to get into a storytelling session that had Seokjin complaining, "Jimin, come on, did you have to tell him about our anniversary" and would have Jeongguk crawling out of his skin in embarrassment if he were present. But Taehyung had years of sweet moments stored up and couldn't help bragging a little.
So Jimin knows all this, he's the greatest best friend, et cetera. In a way, how they met is just another reason why they're the best friends of all time. Plus, Jimin's got a boyfriend who's just as understanding, and he trusts Taehyung with his worries like whether or not he thinks Seokjin would be down to live together next year when his lease is up because he stays over at Seokjin's place more than his own apartment anyways. (Taehyung thinks hell yeah, he'd be down, but advises Jimin to talk about it with Seokjin properly because he is a good best friend. Communication is key and all that.)
All that conversation will probably end up being is one less place for Taehyung and Jimin to hang out, but out of all the times they've done so, they only stopped by Jimin's actual apartment once for him to pick up some mail before they ended up at Seokjin's place instead. Jimin is sprawled on couch like he belongs there, neck at a strange angle as he tries to read without having to hold his textbook up.
"What does this term even mean?" he asks out loud, brow furrowing as he stares at the book. "It's not in the glossary."
"Google it," Taehyung says absently. He's working on a paper he probably should've started days ago, but he's still got a few solid days left to finish it and he needs to get as much work done as possible (which is why he's working with Jimin at Seokjin's, instead of at home, because he knows Jeongguk just finished his first midterms and is guaranteed to be distracting).
Jimin slides down the length of the couch a little and reaches out in the direction of the table. "Pass me your phone, I can't reach mine," he says plaintively.
"Yeah, yeah," Taehyung says, sliding his cell phone over so it's within Jimin's arm's reach. It doesn't hit him until it's too late, Jimin unlocking the phone and navigating to the home screen and -
"Aw, fuck, my eyes," Jimin groans.
"God! Sorry, shit, I forgot I changed my home screen background!" Taehyung sputters, hurriedly seizing his phone from Jimin's hands and shoving Jimin's own phone in between his fingers. But the damage is done, Jimin whining something about losing his innocence and purity - which, not true, it was gone before they were even friends - because he just laid eyes on that picture Taehyung took weeks ago of Jeongguk giving him a blowjob. The app icons blocked the most of it, but there's no mistaking it, the view of Jeongguk from above and his lips wrapped around Taehyung's cock.
"You know," Jimin says, burying his face against a pillow and still feigning crying noises, "I love you, man, and I know I've seen you have sex with him before a long, long time ago, but that was something I didn't have to see."
Taehyung hides his phone behind him as if doing so can hide the image from Jimin's memory forever. "Sorry about that," he says weakly, thinking about how it's too bad it doesn't actually work that way.
They continue working, Jimin looking up the term on his own cell phone so he can read on. Taehyung notices him fidgeting and texting more than usual for the rest of the evening, and assumes it's just because he wants Seokjin to come home quickly, but he's strangely hyper even after Seokjin comes home and leans over the back of the couch to give Jimin his usual greeting kiss. They offer for him to join them for dinner, but Taehyung already agreed to grab dinner with Jeongguk now that Jeongguk's basking in his newfound, post-midterms freedom, so he begs off this time. He got some real work done, which means his tactic of escaping to Jimin and Seokjin's is working well.
"Bye, Taehyungie!" Jimin says cheerfully, standing at the edge of the foyer and reaching out to hug Taehyung goodbye once Taehyung's got his shoes on properly. "Eat with us soon, okay? Maybe we can persuade Seokjin hyung to make steak next time."
"I heard that," Seokjin calls from the kitchen. "Steak is a big deal!"
"Then we have to show Taehyung the extent of your cooking prowess!" Jimin shouts back. He turns and focuses on Taehyung again, giving him an oddly knowing look. "Well, have a safe trip home. Jeongguk's probably waiting for you."
"Uh, yeah, I'm sure," Taehyung says, feeling a little wary about that last line for no good reason at all. Of course Jeongguk's waiting for him if they have dinner plans.
Jimin doesn't elaborate though, simply waving and flashing that smile at him - seriously it's probably specially tailored to get people to trust him blindly - so Taehyung just shrugs and goes off on his way home.
He isn't expecting Jeongguk to be there, so close to the doorway. "Welcome home, Taehyung," Jeongguk says, his voice low and intent, and Taehyung stumbles a little midway through taking off his shoes, caught off guard by the sound. Jeongguk catches him before he can topple over, steading him.
"Hi?" Taehyung says, confused but not complaining, and Jeongguk squeezes his shoulders lightly before sliding his hands down the length of Taehyung's arms, looking pensive, if pensive could be almost predatory, the way Jeongguk is eyeing him. His heart rate speeds up automatically, sending a thrum of interest through Taehyung's body. He knows this look - he knows this voice, the way Jeongguk gets like this sometimes. But what could've triggered it?
They make it to the living room, Taehyung taking off his coat and draping it over the back of the sofa, before Jeongguk cages him in against the wall with his wide frame and kisses him, deep and purposeful, their tongues sliding against each other obscenely. Taehyung moans in surprise, fingers grasping for purchase and tightening in the fabric of Jeongguk's sweater. The threads feel familiar under his fingertips; Taehyung remembers consulting his younger sister desperately for help in choosing Jeongguk a proper Christmas present last year, and the way it had fit so snugly across his chest and shoulders had made Taehyung want to jump him right there and then, happy fucking holidays. Now he can have his hot boyfriend whenever he wants.
Jeongguk kisses him muddled and wrecked up against the wall, sliding a hand down Taehyung's thigh to hitch his leg up around Jeongguk's own waist. "Hold onto my shoulders," he instructs Taehyung, feeding the words against Taehyung's lips, and Taehyung scrambles to obey, moaning out loud as Jeongguk hefts him up against the wall and pins him there at the perfect height to grind their hips together.
"Jeongguk, more," Taehyung whines, trying to chase the friction. It doesn't seem Jeongguk is having any of that today, though, with the way he nips Taehyung's lower lip admonishingly and draws his hips back until Taehyung whimpers and stills. When Jeongguk resumes, the slow grinding is maddening, Taehyung letting Jeongguk know how good it feels with every noisy gasp and pant because Jeongguk never stops him from making sounds, too busy sucking hickeys against Taehyung's neck.
"Hold still," Jeongguk warns as he draws back, one arm and the leg he has between Taehyung's the only things holding Taehyung up properly as he goes to undo the button of Taehyung's jeans. Taehyung holds as still as he can with the anticipation of Jeongguk's hand on him humming through his veins, but decides to risk leaning forward to mouth at the line of Jeongguk's jaw, hearing Jeongguk's breathing stutter and feeling smug. "I told you to hold still, Taehyung. It's your fault if I drop you."
"You won't drop me," Taehyung says, completely certain. They've had wall sex how many times now, and this time won't be the one Jeongguk drops him. He lets his lips follow Jeongguk's jawline down to the column of his throat leisurely, then to his collarbones, peeking out of the collar of that damn sweater. When he's considering whether he should take it off of Jeongguk or leave it on, however, Jeongguk finally gets his hand down Taehyung's boxers and starts jerking Taehyung off to full hardness, punching the air out of Taehyung's lungs in a breathless moan.
His touch sure and confident, eyes dark with desire, Jeongguk kisses Taehyung again. He pushes closer too, before Taehyung can start slipping, and the hand on his leg skims under Taehyung's sweatshirt and the shirt underneath to trace smooth skin. "Feel good?" he murmurs, right up against Taehyung's ear.
Taehyung shivers, wishing he had the leverage to thrust his hips up into Jeongguk's hand but he can't, not when he's trapped against the wall beneath Jeongguk's solid body like this. "You know it does," he says, the words caught between his panting breaths. "More - please, Jeongguk - "
"As impatient as ever," Jeongguk murmurs, but he gives Taehyung what he wants, picking up the pace of his hand now that Taehyung's leaking enough pre-come to help with the slide, before letting go to catch Taehyung's wrist. Taehyung protests immediately with a keen, obeying reflexively as Jeongguk guides Taehyung's own hand to his cock. He barely has the coherency to shift as Jeongguk wants to in order to tug Taehyung's pants down, but when Jeongguk touches warm, slicked up fingers to his hole, Taehyung sobs out loud, half-incredulous and half-dizzy with longing.
Midterms has kept them busy lately, Jeongguk spending more time at the library than not, so the first finger takes a moment despite how liberal Jeongguk was with what must've been some lube he hid away in a pocket. Jeongguk is patient though, kissing Taehyung languidly until Taehyung relaxes enough to let him in, taking his time in stretching Taehyung open. When he spends too long flirting with Taehyung's prostate, Taehyung squirms impatiently, making Jeongguk laugh softly against Taehyung's mouth before giving him a second finger.
"This okay?" Jeongguk asks, as Taehyung's more breathing shallowly against Jeongguk's lips than kissing him back, waiting until Taehyung manages a nod. He exhales as Taehyung squeezes around his fingers, but doesn't stop working him open slowly, carefully, the deliberate drag of his fingers almost too much for Taehyung to handle.
It's been ages since he's been given this, and now that Jeongguk's started filling the craving that has been crawling under Taehyung's skin for the past couple of weeks, Taehyung doesn't feel any sated but rather more desperate, more needy. "More, give me more," Taehyung begs, crushing their mouths together again. Jeongguk obliges him, picking up the pace, spreading him open and kissing him hard. He's probably dripping pre-come everywhere, all over his black pants and Jeongguk's shirt and jeans, but Taehyung hardly cares, eyes closed and face pressed against Jeongguk's shoulder as he lets the whimpers trip out of his mouth.
"You look so good like this," Jeongguk whispers and withdraws his fingers, presumably to get his cock out and put it in Taehyung. He needs it, Taehyung can't recall ever wanting anything more in this moment.
What he slides inside of Taehyung next is not his cock, but rather a plug, a rubber plug that Taehyung automatically tightens around, can feel holding him open. It's not huge but it's big enough, and Taehyung snaps his head up to give Jeongguk a look of utter betrayal even as Jeongguk's pulling Taehyung's boxers and pants up to sit properly on his hips again.
"Are you hungry? I'm suddenly really hungry, let's go eat dinner," Jeongguk says, a little more loudly than necessary, letting Taehyung down and tugging him by the wrist into the kitchen. Stumbling a little as he tries to regain usage of his legs, Taehyung follows, so stunned by the denial of what he'd been so, so sure was coming next that he can't even find the voice to protest. Jeongguk hasn't pulled the butt plug on him for ages. It already quickly becomes sweet torture - Taehyung can feel the shape of it, keeping him spread yet not enough, shifting inside of him just enough to send an infuriating pleasure tripping down his spine as he retrieves ingredients for jjigae for Jeongguk from the fridge.
"Jeongguk," Taehyung says, not pleading yet but it could be, it almost is when he sits down to eat and the plug pushes a little deeper inside of him, jostled by the movement. Deeper, but not deep enough, and he widens the spread of his legs in reaction as if it'll help alleviate the pressure building in the pit of his stomach. It doesn't help much. "Please. Jeongguk."
Jeongguk pauses mid-bite to look at him with eyes still as intense as ever, despite his light-hearted tone, the relaxed set of his shoulders, then resumes eating his meal. "You should eat, hyung. Before it gets cold."
"How can I eat right now," Taehyung groans. He squirms in his seat and the friction from the plug shifting inside of him makes him go light-headed for a second, and he drops his spoon with a clatter. The look Jeongguk gives him has him picking it back up and bringing another mouthful of jjigae to his lips, but not without another petulant whine.
They're unusually quiet, besides the sound of Taehyung's soft, panting breaths. Ever since they started living together this year, mealtimes have always been their time to catch up with each other, tell each other little anecdotes from their day and just spend some proper time in each other's presences. It's become a time that Taehyung cherishes, except when he's got a butt plug up his ass and Jeongguk seems content to eat in silence, watching him steadily over the edge of his bowl. He does this sometimes, when he wants to say something through actions rather than words, and distantly Taehyung knows that it'll pay off - feel so good it'll almost hurt - but right now he can hardly think around the the plug inside of him, as if it's physically pushing any possible coherency out of his mind. He feels full, but every time he feels it shifting inside of him whenever he so much thinks about moving, it's not the pulsing heat he wants.
"Jeongguk," Taehyung whimpers once their spoons finally make contact with the bottoms of their bowls, and Jeongguk's gone to take the dishes to the sink. He trails behind Jeongguk as his boyfriend makes his way to the living room again, and when Jeongguk sits down on the couch, Taehyung crawls into his lap, feeling light-headed again, not for a moment but a constant, growing buzz in the back of his skull now. "Jeongguk..."
"Now look at you," Jeongguk says, his deep voice huskier than ever, and Taehyung thinks that maybe it's a good thing he barely said a word throughout dinner because the situation in his pants is already terrible as it is, desperation pulsing underneath Taehyung's skin.
He probably makes quite a sight, with the flush from constant yet not enough stimulation climbing high into his cheeks, down his torso, legs splayed wide from where he's straddling Jeongguk. When Jeongguk smoothes a hand across the small of Taehyung's back, the simple touch has him practically mewling and squirming for friction against Jeongguk's stomach, soaking through his briefs and pants with pre-come. Hypersensitive, Taehyung clings to Jeongguk's shirt and realizes he can feel the lube Jeongguk used to spread him open earlier, sliding down his inner thigh if Taehyung moves too much, and the sensation sends another rush of arousal through his body. But he wants more, he wants Jeongguk.
Jeongguk tips his head back a little, clearly waiting, and Taehyung can hardly keep himself from crying out embarrassingly as he curls his arms around Jeongguk's and kisses him eagerly. To his frustration, Jeongguk keeps it slow, burning low, even as Taehyung whines and tries to pick up the pace. "Not yet," Jeongguk says softly. "You don't get that yet. Take your shirt off, Taehyung."
The fabric is over his head and off as fast as Taehyung can manage it, a whine of protest falling from his throat beyond his control when his arms get caught in his shirt somewhere over his head; he can feel Jeongguk's fingers working him free patiently, and Taehyung practically flings the shirt away when he's finally escaped the tangled sleeves. "You too, you too," he begs, but Jeongguk shakes his head and quiets him with another long, languid kiss.
When he pulls back from this one, Taehyung's left dizzy and pliant, clutching at Jeongguk's arms again. "Tell me how you feel right now," Jeongguk coaxes, and the sound of his voice filters somewhere into the haze and makes Taehyung want to shudder, reaching for words he's not sure he can find but he wants to answer, he wants to.
"I - I don't know," Taehyung manages, and clumsily crashes his mouth against Jeongguk's again, Jeongguk only kissing him back for a moment before he draws back and repeats the question, Taehyung panting against his lips. "Good. I feel g-good. I - I want - "
"What do you want?" Jeongguk says, his voice dropping even lower, even softer and almost dangerous.
"Anything," Taehyung sobs. "Touch me - I just - I need you - Jeongguk, please, I don't know why you - "
Jeongguk trails his lips along Taehyung's face, Taehyung shivering and tightening his grip, and nips Taehyung's earlobe hard enough that any air remaining in Taehyung's lungs leaves him in a loud rush. "You don't know why I'm doing this to you?"
"No," Taehyung says, whimpering breathlessly. Jeongguk's never done this to him without good reason, and never without making sure Taehyung's fully on board with it, but this is the first time Taehyung can recall where he's been left in the dark. This doesn't mean Taehyung's not on board - rather, he knows that he can call stop at any moment and Jeongguk will let it go, take the plug out immediately. But that's not what Taehyung wants.
"Hmm," Jeongguk says, and leaves a trail of quick, shallow bites down Taehyung's throat over the hickeys he left earlier that has Taehyung shuddering against him, making an even bigger mess out of their clothes; Jeongguk hasn't told him to take his pants off yet, and now there's a wet spot seeping onto Jeongguk's own shirt; Taehyung can't decide whether he wants Jeongguk to notice or not, but he enjoys the sight. "It might have to do with a couple of texts I got this afternoon when you were studying at Jimin's."
"W-What?" Taehyung says, and tries to pull himself together enough to remember what Jeongguk could've possibly been doing at that time. It was only an hour or two ago. The hand Jeongguk had on his back dips into the back of his pants and briefs, though, pressing into the soft swell of his ass and stealing away any possible memory Taehyung could summon. Ever present, the plug shifts and begins to slip out of him.
"Do you know now?" Jeongguk asks even as he's reaching down for the base of the butt plug, sliding it back in properly. Taehyung lets his mouth drop open and can only moan in reply, working his hips back against the plug helplessly, but it's the wrong move because Jeongguk's pulling his hand away, rubbing slick fingertips together thoughtfully.
Taehyung shakes his head and squeezes around the plug as he presses closer to Jeongguk; even though it's unsatisfying, it's all he has right now, and Taehyung is dying to be filled. "I don't," he says, hiccuping against the words.
Instead of telling him why, Jeongguk wordlessly raises his fingers to Taehyung's lips, his gaze burning as he watches Taehyung accept them at once, tonguing them and holding the weight of them in his mouth as he waits for Jeongguk to speak. "Suck," Jeongguk says finally, his tone faintly approving now, and Taehyung obeys at once with a floaty sense of bliss that's making itself known beyond the haze of his desire. Beneath the tack of the lube, Taehyung can taste Jeongguk's skin, his moan muffled by Jeongguk's fingers.
He must do well, because Jeongguk is making a pleased noise in the back of his throat before he withdraws his fingers from Taehyung's mouth, and Taehyung lets it fall open for a moment, lewd and hopeful. "Pants?" he asks, and Jeongguk nods, stroking down Taehyung's side. He helps hold Taehyung steady as Taehyung struggles to shuck the pants off his legs, kicking them off to the side, but stops him before Taehyung's underwear can follow in suit.
"Steady," he says, and Taehyung would be envious of how maddeningly in control he sounds, with Taehyung falling apart in his lap, if it weren't so hot. "What do you want, Taehyung?"
"You, your cock," Taehyung whispers, and moans out loud when Jeongguk leans back and gestures at the crotch of his jeans. He knows better than to expect free reign but this is enough, this is perfect as he clumsily resituates himself on the couch to settle between Jeongguk's spread legs, fingers impatient on Jeongguk's belt and zipper. Jeongguk's already hard, pre-come dewing at the tip, but he hasn't said a thing this entire time.
"Take it slow," Jeongguk instructs him, and Taehyung whines but follows his directions anyways, taking Jeongguk's cock into his mouth gradually instead of swallowing as much as he can like he really wants to. Maybe if he's good, Jeongguk will fuck his mouth, Taehyung thinks wistfully, and his cock twitches hard against the cotton of his underwear, his hips rocking forward with it. "I saw that, Taehyung. What is it?"
Taehyung pulls off Jeongguk's cock reluctantly, mouthing at the length of it as he responds, "W-What?"
"What was that just now?" Jeongguk repeats, patient as ever, and the fingers curled warningly in the hair at the back of Taehyung's head let go to smooth the dark locks down instead. "Tell me, Taehyung."
He swallows hard, eyes Jeongguk's cock longingly. "I… I was just thinking," he says, his voice unsteady and hitching, "that if I - if I was good for you, you'll… You'd…"
"Tell me," Jeongguk says again, his voice still quiet and even tender, and he doesn't stop petting Taehyung's hair.
"You'd fuck my mouth," Taehyung breathes.
Jeongguk groans, low and guttural in his chest, and reaches out to touch Taehyung's jaw, watching as Taehyung's mouth opens for him. "You're perfect," he tells him, and Taehyung flushes hard at the sudden, unexpected compliment. He takes Jeongguk's cock back into his mouth and begins sucking again, but moans in complaint when Jeongguk says, "But I don't think I'll give that to you just yet, baby."
Please, Taehyung wants to say. Please, please. But he's got better things to do than continue with this talking business, and instead focuses all the attention he can muster on blowing Jeongguk. If he does it well enough, maybe Jeongguk will give him what he wants after all, despite his iron control. Taehyung licks and sucks, taking Jeongguk's cock deeper every time until he's deepthroating him, breath coming in shallow starts as tears begin to collect at the corners of Taehyung's eyes. He's never really had much of a gag reflex, which comes handy in moments like now, the musty, rich taste of Jeongguk flooding his senses. Underneath him, Jeongguk's body is coiled tight with the self-restraint of not thrusting up into the tight heat of Taehyung's mouth, but Taehyung almost preens at the groan Jeongguk lets out as Taehyung goes down on him.
"Enough," Jeongguk says, trailing fingers down the length of Taehyung's throat - as if he could trace the outline of his cock, down that far - before pushing lightly at Taehyung's shoulder to get him to move. Taehyung does so, but petulantly, wiping at the smear of saliva and pre-come dripping down his chin with the back of his hand. Some of it dripped onto Jeongguk's jeans, which he has yet to take off. His throat feels a little sore, well-used, but Taehyung luxuriates in the ache.
"Jeongguk," he rasps, unabashed about the neediness in his voice. If possible, Jeongguk's pupils blow even wider at the wrecked sound, and he strokes his fingers across Taehyung's throat again.
"You're doing so well, Taehyung. Turn around for me?" he asks, and Taehyung nearly topples off the couch from trying to obey as quickly as possible. He's trembling with anticipation, the sensation of the butt plug inside of him returning in full force now that he isn't sucking Jeongguk off anymore. He can feel Jeongguk's confident hands, spreading his cheeks, and when Jeongguk rubs a thumb against the rim puckered around the plug, Taehyung nearly cries, hips nudging back against the touch reflexively as he moans into the crook of his elbow.
"Gorgeous," Jeongguk whispers, and Taehyung hears the soft word like it's blared into his ears, over the pounding of his heart beat picking up.
He turns his head and manages to pry his eyes open to look at Jeongguk, his thighs trembling from the effort of holding him up after all the edging he's been through today. And, he knows from experience, that Jeongguk is hardly done with him. "Jeongguk… Jeongguk…" he whimpers.
"I know," Jeongguk says, and adjusts the plug inside of him thoughtfully, the movement sending shocks of pleasure through Taehyung's body again. His fingers tease at Taehyung's hole, as if he's contemplating sliding one or two of them alongside the plug, stretching Taehyung open farther with each digit. Taehyung wouldn't complain at this point, but they both know that's not what he wants.
Instead, he gets the sweep of Jeongguk's lips against the backs of his thighs and the curve of his ass. It's a soothing, soft touch, Jeongguk pausing to leave wet kisses and, at some choice places, a couple of hickeys. At one point, his mouth comes so close to Taehyung's neglected hole (as neglected as it can be, filled with the plug) that Taehyung whines out loud.
"You are gorgeous," Jeongguk tells him again, his tone sincere in a way that has Taehyung feel like he's blushing all over, the heat climbing down his back and out to his limbs. "I'm going to take this out now, babe. Get ready."
"Ah - wait - " Taehyung gasps out, body instinctively tightening against the removal of the plug that's filled him for so long, but Jeongguk eases it out with a obscene, wet noise. He sets it aside somewhere, and Taehyung's left gaping, the emptiness making him feel hollow inside; he doesn't realize he's making these pathetic, whimpering sobs until Jeongguk shushes him gently, sliding in two already slicked up fingers to fill him back up like he needs. They're good, better, curling in to skim over his sensitive prostate, but they're still not what Taehyung really wants.
He barely needs any stretching, accepting a third finger so easily Jeongguk swears under his breath at the sight of it, Taehyung moaning faintly in response. Maybe Jeongguk will give him his cock now, Taehyung thinks, but the thought barely crosses his mind before Jeongguk's leaning down to lick at where his fingers sink into Taehyung's body. "Ah! Jeongguk, fuck!"
"Good?" Jeongguk asks smugly, drawing back long enough to see Taehyung nod weakly before he's pressing back in, rimming Taehyung as much as he can with three fingers still deep inside of him, slowly spreading him open. The combined stimulation of fingers and tongue are almost too much, Taehyung surrendering himself to the stream of sobs and moans tripping out of his mouth, but when he starts to tense up and approach orgasm, Jeongguk draws back and curls the fingers of his other hand around Taehyung's cock to stop it.
"Unfair," Taehyung wails, relieved when Jeongguk doesn't stop him from fucking himself back onto Jeongguk's fingers. The cramped space on the couch doesn't allow for much movement, but at this point, he'll take anything, rocking back and forth.
Jeongguk nips the swell of Taehyung's ass, Taehyung tightening around Jeongguk's fingers in surprise, yelping. "I thought you wanted my cock inside of you," he says, sounding amused, how can he sound amused, how can he sound anything but desperate the way Taehyung feels right now -
"I do," Taehyung sobs out. "Please, please… Jeongguk…"
"Then wait, and don't you dare touch yourself," Jeongguk says, and Taehyung recognizes this tone in a heartbeat, knows that Jeongguk will leave him high and dry if Taehyung dares jerk himself off now. He lets Jeongguk move him forward along the length of the sofa - even now, his touch is careful and gentle - and the sounds of Jeongguk finally, finally taking his sweater off and stripping his jeans off his legs make Taehyung shudder in anticipation. He must make quite the sight, left wide open and waiting for Jeongguk, lube and pre-come and sweat making his thighs all sticky.
Jeongguk eases back onto the couch, this time on his knees instead of reclining again. Taehyung can hear the sound of the lube bottle being opened again, Jeongguk's breathing as he waits for the lube to warm a little before he's smoothing it over Taehyung's hole - "I don't - You don't have to - " Taehyung tries to say, but it comes out jumbled up - and slicking himself up. He cranes his neck, trying to catch a glimpse of Jeongguk's cock.
"Condom, Taehyung?" Jeongguk asks, a little belatedly, like he just spotted the foil package, but Taehyung's already shaking his head.
"No, no," Taehyung whines. "I want to feel you." This won't be their first time doing it bareback, and Taehyung has no doubt they're both clean; the only one they've been in bed with is each other, for all this time.
"Yeah," Jeongguk breathes in agreement. And then he finally does, he finally slides home, pressing his cock inside of Taehyung in one smooth thrust, and it's perfect, it really is, it's everything Taehyung's been waiting for all this time and more. He lets out the most wrecked noises but Jeongguk doesn't seem to mind, praising him in a soft, frantic stream of words under his breath, about how amazing Taehyung feels and how terribly good he's been for Jeongguk all this time, so good. There's nothing dividing them now - no clothes, no toys, no thin layer of latex. It feels so incredible Taehyung has tears rising to his eyes with no way to stop them; all he can do is moan out Jeongguk's name and yes and more.
Taehyung, to his own surprise, is the first one to come, and the force of it sweeps through him so hard it almost knocks him off balance, his body locking up as come splatters against the couch cushions underneath him. It must feel something amazing if Jeongguk doesn't even say anything admonishingly, just hisses out Taehyung's name as Taehyung fucks himself back onto Jeongguk's cock a little as Jeongguk thrusts forward.
He props himself up on his elbows, moaning shamelessly, as Jeongguk drives closer and closer to the edge, until the rhythm of Jeongguk's hips gets erratic and he's coming, Taehyung's name on his lips, filling Taehyung with something warm, wet. "Shit," he breathes out, and collapses against Taehyung on the couch, his broad body covering Taehyung in a way that Taehyung can't help but associate with safety.
"The plug," Taehyung beseeches him, and Jeongguk looks at him for a moment before he realizes with a start, Taehyung squirming a little when Jeongguk's cock twitches with interest inside of him. They're too spent to go for a second round, but it seems their bodies are sure as hell going to try.
Jeongguk listens, though, propping himself back up to ease out of Taehyung painstakingly slowly, Taehyung whimpering as Jeongguk slides out, and filling him with two fingers again until he somehow locates the toy he set aside earlier and plugs Taehyung back up. Taehyung slumps against the couch, right in the middle of his own wet spot, relieved.
"Thank you," he whispers. Jeongguk curls right up around him, shifting Taehyung practically on top of him so they can both fit on the sofa seats, and pulls him even closer. He's warm, always warm and a little sweaty now, and Taehyung loves the cuddling almost as much as the sex. The way he can fit his head right in the hollow where Jeongguk's neck joins his shoulder muscle, Jeongguk lacing their fingers together.
"Of course," Jeongguk says, turning his head to press a kiss to Taehyung's temple. The bedroom isn't too far away, but Taehyung feels like he could lie here forever, and the way Jeongguk's body is relaxing makes Taehyung think he feels the same.
He drifts in and out of sleep for a while, lulled by the even repetition of Jeongguk's breathing, gradually deepening. If he falls asleep here, it won't be the first time he's done so and had Jeongguk carry him to bed, woken up in his own blankets. It's so comfortable and lovely, Taehyung's about to slip into slumber when he finally remembers something. "Jeongguk?"
"Mmhmm?" Jeongguk answers.
"What - what was it, that Jimin texted you earlier?" Taehyung asks, and Jeongguk rouses himself a little, looking at Taehyung.
"Oh, yeah. Hmm," Jeongguk says, and nips at Taehyung's earlobe, Taehyung squeaking in surprise at the sudden reprimand more so than the pain itself. "He just let me know that your phone background was a picture of me. Sucking your dick. Care to explain?"
Heat floods Taehyung's cheeks in mortification when he recalls, at last, what had gone down when he was at Jimin's. No wonder Jeongguk had been...displeased. "Sorry?" Taehyung offers meekly. "I seriously thought I would be the only one to see it."
"No more photos without my permission. Jimin has seen more than enough of our sex life," Jeongguk says sternly, and Taehyung whines and kisses him in apology, feeling appropriately chastised. He really hadn't meant it, never intended to flaunt it or anything.
His remorse lasts long enough, even through their shower together (once Jeongguk finally decides they can't lie there forever and Taehyung probably doesn't want to sleep with come still inside of him) and once they get into bed, that Jeongguk relents, grabbing Taehyung's phone for him and handing it to him. "Here."
"What for?" Taehyung says, bemused, taking his phone automatically. It's on the camera application, front-facing setting.
"You can take all the cute couple pictures of us as you want for a new phone background," Jeongguk says, embarrassed but determined, "and if you make Jimin swear to secrecy, you don't have to delete that - that picture. As long as you're the only one who sets eyes on it."
They both know that Jimin would swear anything to secrecy for Taehyung, because he's the best friend ever - and a best friend who inadvertently texts Taehyung's boyfriend what turns out to be the formula for sex so good Taehyung cries. Jeongguk's totally getting the short end of the stick here. "Deal," Taehyung says happily.
Taehyung leans over to take a peek of the picture himself, taking in the softened lines of Jeongguk's profile and the way he looks, cheeks flushed and eyes honest, almost naked in their emotion. "Yeah, we really are, huh?"