It started out as a simple gesture.
Jeongguk was running late for class, as usual, scrambling around to find his belt and keys as Taehyung padded out of the room, rubbing at his eyes in his sleep-induced haze. Jeongguk threw his bag over his shoulder, leaning over to press a kiss to his forehead, hand snaking down to trail along the honey golden skin of his thigh, slipping beneath the shirt to palm the bare skin of his ass.
“See you,” Jeongguk murmured into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine, smacking him gently on the ass, enough to make a sharp sound in the quiet air between them.
Taehyung jerked, a shocked noise spilling out of his lips, toes curling, and Jeongguk pulled back to eye him with concern.
“Did I hit you too hard?” Jeongguk frowned and tugged on his shirt so that he could get a better look, but Taehyung forced out a laugh, confused himself on his own reaction, shaking his head.
“N-no, you just scared me,” Taehyung chided, the spot where Jeongguk’s hand landed still tingling, the sensation rushing through his veins, replaying in his mind. “Don’t be late, yeah?”
“Right,” Jeongguk said, confusion still swirling in his eyes, and they parted with one last kiss, Taehyung trying to keep himself from gripping Jeongguk’s shirt too hard.
The feeling stuck with him for the next few days, Jeongguk seeming to have forgotten, but Taehyung could hardly get it out of his head, the tingling sensation of where Jeongguk’s palm landed stinging and delicious. The touch was almost nothing, but Taehyung reacted to it so strongly that he couldn’t help but wonder.
It got to the point where Taehyung paid attention to Jeongguk’s every movement, every time his hand got a little too close to his ass he was hyper-aware of it, biting down on his lip to keep himself from voicing his thoughts.
But this is new to him, brand new, and him and Jeongguk haven’t exactly delved into any kinks yet, even though they’ve been dating for quite some time now. It just hadn’t come up, and they were both happy enough with their sex life that it was a topic they haven’t breached.
Though he does remember early on in their relationship, a drunken night when Jeongguk whispered something about control, unraveling someone else with his own hands, and Taehyung had to stamp down the hot flash of arousal that gripped him.
He knows Jeongguk would be open to talking about it, but for some reason, he’s embarrassed. Incredibly so. He doesn’t know how to bring up the topic, isn’t really sure what to say or how to voice the way he’s been feeling, but thankfully, Jeongguk takes care of that for him.
They’re watching reruns of Haikyuu!! but it’s too easy to be distracted by the way Jeongguk’s hand rubs soothing circles over the bare skin of his hip, beneath his oversized sweater, heady cologne filling his senses. He can’t help the way he leans into him, resting his head on Jeongguk’s broad shoulder, and he feels more than heard his pleased hum rumble through his chest.
It’s natural to tilt his head, nipping at the exposed skin where Jeongguk’s sheer white shirt slipped down, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the spot, tongue snaking out to trace a careful pattern.
Jeongguk breathes out a shaky sigh, tilting his head discreetly to give Taehyung more room. “Tae,” Jeongguk whispers, almost like a reprimand, and Taehyung’s lips curl over his skin, huffing out a laugh.
“What?” He huffs, biting down gently, Jeongguk’s body coming to life beneath him. He only said his name, but Taehyung knows what Jeongguk means, probably thinking of how Taehyung can never properly sit through a movie or show without turning to Jeongguk, desperate for the contact of his body.
Jeongguk simply hums, tipping his chin down to meet Taehyung lips, swiping a tongue over his bottom lip for entrance, and he parts his lips, pliant and warm in Jeongguk’s arms.
Taehyung is too distracted by Jeongguk’s mouth to notice the way Jeongguk’s hand slides down his bare side, down, down to the curve of his ass in his thin boxers, too distracted until Jeongguk squeezes, almost possessive when he nips at Taehyung’s swollen bottom lip.
This time, it’s obvious the way Taehyung reacts, feeding a gasp into Jeongguk’s mouth, trembling in Jeongguk’s arms before he presses back into his strong hand, nearly biting down on his tongue in the process.
Jeongguk pulls back, eyebrows raised in a question, and Taehyung chews on his lower lip, heat washing over his cheeks.
“What?” Taehyung asks, unable to meet Jeongguk’s eyes, and he tilts Taehyung’s chin so that he’ll meet his eyes.
“I didn't say anything,” Jeongguk murmurs, patient, and Taehyung huffs.
“Yeah, but you were looking at me,” He pouts, and Jeongguk rolls his eyes.
“I always look at you. Something you wanna tell me?” Jeongguk questions, tipping forward to press his lips against Taehyung’s, warm and soft, and Taehyung shakes his head.
“No,” Taehyung mumbles, but Jeongguk looks unconvinced. He studies Taehyung’s face for a moment, and he can practically see the wheels turning in his head, eyes dark and swirling with something almost heady.
Taehyung is still aware of Jeongguk’s hand over his ass, so when he squeezes again, rougher this time, Taehyung chokes on a stuttered gasp, lips parting, fingers curling in Jeongguk’s shirt.
“You sure?” Jeongguk whispers, eyes trained on his, mirth as well as deep arousal swimming in his eyes. Taehyung nods, jerky, but he can’t help the way his breathing becomes unsteady, shaky, anticipating what Jeongguk will do, head cocked in a smug manner.
He doesn’t expect it when Jeongguk pulls him into his lap so that he’s straddling his thick thighs, hands running over the bare skin of Taehyung’s inner thighs, trailing up and over until both hands are placed over his ass, burning heat through the thin fabric of his boxers, eyebrow cocked in something like a challenge.
Taehyung tries not to be too obvious with the way he presses back into the touch, arousal thrumming through him, thick and heady already, lids fluttering, so incredibly responsive to Jeongguk’s every little touch, his every move.
“C’mere,” Jeongguk murmurs, tipping his head up so that Taehyung will kiss him, and he does, curling his arms around Jeongguk’s neck, lips parting so easily for his tongue, running over the roof of his mouth, tangling with his own, humming his approval into his parted lips.
He doesn’t notice until it’s too late, Jeongguk’s hand retracting before coming down on his right cheek, stronger than the previous morning but still gentle. It’s enough to have a strangled noise escape his lips when the pain and pleasure course through his veins, body jerking forward reflexively, hips rolling into the touch, clashing with Jeongguk’s.
Jeongguk groans, looking just as affected as Taehyung is by this, lips kiss bitten and swollen, eyes blown. Taehyung shudders at his heavy gaze; dark and studying him with something akin to hunger, and he can recognize that look in Jeongguk’s eyes.
It’s the same look Jeongguk has when Taehyung is beneath him, trembling and desperate for his touch, begging, a look that appears almost as intoxication, drunk off of Taehyung and the way he unravels for him, submits to him so easily.
“Fuck,” Taehyung whines, and he can’t help the way his hips roll forward, desperate for friction, their hips crashing together, a wet spot already growing in his boxers. “God, Jeongguk.”
Something seems to snap in Jeongguk then, his hands tightening on his thighs before he stands, and Taehyung scrambles to hold on so that he doesn’t fall backward, but Jeongguk would never let him fall, would catch him in a heartbeat.
Jeongguk presses him down into their bed after shoving the door open, his legs still curled around Jeongguk’s waist, thick thighs pushing up to crowd over Taehyung, looming over his smaller form, strong hands pressing his thighs back so that he can grind down, slow. The feeling shoots through him, strong and sizzling in his veins, a stuttering gasp escaping his swollen lips, but it’s not enough, he needs more.
He needs Jeongguk’s hands on him, turning him over, striking the bare flesh of his ass hard and unforgiving, the strength behind his hand just barely controlled but enough to shoot straight to his cock.
“Guk,” He breathes, hoping that Jeongguk can see what he wants, what he needs, and Jeongguk breathes out a groan, eyes dark and heady, drinking in the sight of him pliant and willing with greedy, hungry eyes.
“Strip for me, baby, and turn over,” Jeongguk says, pulling back to watch, and Taehyung does, throwing off his boxers and shirt quicker than he ever has, wanting to be bare for Jeongguk, turning over on his hands and knees, shivering at the heavy gaze he can feel on his backside.
“So pretty,” Jeongguk whispers, fingers trailing over the delicate flesh of his ass, and he shivers, goosebumps rising, his sensitivity apparent and so hot.
“Jeongguk,” He whimpers, the head of his cock already slick, erection heavy and hot, pressed up against his lower stomach. Jeongguk hums in response, kneading the flesh of his ass, and Taehyung’s hands tighten in the sheets, biting down on his lip to suppress the desperate whine from escaping, anticipation sizzling in his veins.
The first crack of Jeongguk’s hand startles a gasp from him, hands trembling to keep his weight up, “Fuck, you really like that, huh?” And his hand comes down again, the sharp pain and pleasure shooting down his spine and straight to his cock, a low cry escaping his lips.
“God,” Taehyung chokes out, moisture collecting in his eyes, head hanging, and Jeongguk’s hand tangles in the silky strands of his hair, tugging so that he’ll raise his head, but the rough tug sends a wave of sharp pleasure through him, lips parting in shock.
“You’re just full of surprises today,” Jeongguk breathes, angling his head so that their lips meet, hungry and desperate, wet tongues gliding over each other in their haste to taste each other.
Jeongguk lets go of the grip in his hair, maneuvering him back down into a more comfortable position on his elbows, and this way he feels more exposed when he can practically feel Jeongguk’s hungry eyes raking over his back side.
Jeongguk’s hand connects with the other cheek, the sharp crack ripping a high-pitched moan from him, body tingling, trembling when he does it again, firmer this time, and again.
Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut, pressing his hips back into the touch, “Oh my god,” He gasps, cock dripping precum onto the sheets below him, flushed a deep red from how aroused he is, and Jeongguk’s hands smooth up the burning flesh of his ass, the sudden contact of his soft lips washing over him, soothing.
“Do you like this?” Jeongguk’s lips brush over the sensitive skin, so, so close to his hole, to where he wants Jeongguk the most, and Taehyung shivers.
“No,” He chokes out, but the words are empty, an obvious lie to the both of them, and he feels Jeongguk’s lips curl into a grin over his skin. He retreats, and in this position it’s so hard to tell when Jeongguk will strike.
His hand cracks against the sensitive flesh, immediately soothing the pain with his lips, and Taehyung cries out, practically ripping the sheets with how hard he’s gripping them, how much restraint he’s using so that he doesn’t reach down and palm the head of his cock, grip himself with a tight, slick fist and jerk himself to completion with how wet he is.
“I think you do,” Jeongguk says, a smirk in his tone and his hand tangles through the strands of his hair again, tugging hard enough that tears prick the corners of his eyes, his back arching when Jeongguk’s other hand comes down hard over his ass, choking on a sob, the feeling almost unbearable now.
“Please,” He cries out, strangled, hips pressing back into Jeongguk’s hands, arching his back just for Jeongguk, and he hears a muttered curse behind him.
“What do you want, baby?” Jeongguk coos, “Tell me how much you like this and I’ll give you what you want,” He presses open-mouthed kisses up his spine, tongue snaking out to leave wet marks, and Taehyung tries to control his breathing, tries to pull himself back from the edge when he hasn’t even touched himself.
“I can’t,” He sobs, and Jeongguk sighs, hands leaving his body, “Wait! D-don't go.”
“I’m not going anywhere, sweetie,” Jeongguk soothes, taking Taehyung’s ass in both of his hands, “You don’t like it?”
Taehyung shakes his head, sweat sheening over his chest, biting down on his lower lip to keep in the noises, and Jeongguk smacks him again, the hardest one yet, Taehyung shoving his hips back, a strangled cry ripped from his throat, lids fluttering in ecstasy, chest heaving with the effort to even breathe.
“J-jeongguk,” He gasps, and Jeongguk lets out a deep groan from behind him, hips pressing into Taehyung’s ass, a sign of how affected Jeongguk is by this. The friction of his jeans is almost too much, his hardness pressed up against the cleft of his ass, and Taehyung pushes back, desperate for anything Jeongguk will give him.
Jeongguk lets out an appreciative moan, gripping his hips with tight fingers, rolling his hips forward, and Taehyung can’t take it anymore. “Fuck, Jeongguk, please.”
“Tell me, baby,” Jeongguk breathes, hand smacking the other side of his ass, and Taehyung jerks, body tingling, trembling in Jeongguk’s hands. “Tell me how much you fucking love it.”
“I can’t,” He whimpers, and Jeongguk’s thumbs press into the burning flesh, a groan pulled deep from his lungs, so strong that he shakes from the force.
“How does it feel, hm?” Jeongguk’s hand connects with the flesh again, and it takes everything in Taehyung not to come right there, so fucking close, and he knows Jeongguk knows with the way tremors run down his spine, each crack of Jeongguk’s hand bringing him that much closer, the sensation almost unbearable, the sting sharp and unforgiving. But Jeongguk’s warm, wet tongue soothes over the sensitive flesh, and Taehyung lets out an incoherent noise as his tongue laps over the smooth skin.
“Please, please,” Taehyung begs, the slick drag of his tongue so fucking good, cock twitching, “Jeongguk, I just—”
“Tell me. Be good for me,” Jeongguk murmurs, hot breath tickling the sensitive skin, and Taehyung feels himself unraveling completely, Jeongguk seeming to sense it, his hand coming around to grip the base of his hard, slick cock, a raw groan stuttering its way out of his throat.
Jeongguk waits for a moment, pressing kisses to his ass, soothing the burn, leaning over him to angle his head for a kiss, warm and slow before he lets go of his cock, rubbing soothing circles into the sensitive skin of his hips.
“You okay?” Jeongguk whispers and he nods quickly, trying to get his breathing under control, nuzzling into the side of Taehyung’s neck, “Do you want to keep going?”
“Please,” He whimpers, and Jeongguk lets out a shaky sigh, pressing a warm kiss to his neck, running a gentle hand down his side before he meets his lips again, warm and comforting, pressing a final kiss to Taehyung’s forehead.
“Let’s see if I can have you tell me,” Jeongguk murmurs, leaning over to rummage in the bedside table, retrieving the lube and a square foil packet. He can’t see from his position, but he hears the familiar pop of a cap before a slick finger is running over his hole, and he grips the sheets tighter.
A slick finger works him open, pressing deep inside of him, and he chokes out a noise when Jeongguk adds another, opening up so well for him, thick fingers working him open slowly. He just needs his fingers a little deeper, a little rougher and he’ll snap.
“Not yet,” Jeongguk warns, fingers squelching in his wet hole, “Be good for me, Tae,” He says, and Taehyung can hear the warning beneath his tone, that he’ll regret it if he comes too early, but he’s so close and Jeongguk hasn’t even fucked him yet, has only used his hands.
“Jeon—” He chokes out, and Jeongguk lightly strikes his ass, and Taehyung gasps, a third finger sliding in past the resistance, crooking deep and searching, rubbing over his prostate. Jeongguk’s fingers are quick to wrap around the base of his cock, and the next moan he lets out leaves his throat feeling raw.
“Let me come,” He gasps, turning so that he can look over his shoulder at Jeongguk, and he’s glad for the hand around his cock otherwise he would have came at the sight of Jeongguk.
His lips are swollen from biting down on them, eyes dark and swimming with something so carnal, desperation apparent in his eyes, a light sheen of sweat glistening over his chest where his shirt has ridden down, hard cock tenting the front of his jeans.
Taehyung’s mouth waters at the sight, licking his lips as he eyes Jeongguk’s bulge, trailing back up to meet his eyes, “Fuck me, please.”
“Tell me and I will,” Jeongguk whispers, “Isn’t that what you want? My thick cock fucking you open?” Taehyung lets out a low gasp, “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
Taehyung shakes, trembling with the need for release, the desperation to not only have Jeongguk fuck him into the mattress but to have those hands on him, striking his ass, leaving behind the delicious sting of pain and pleasure.
“Tell me,” Jeongguk growls out, and Taehyung whimpers.
“I… like it,” Taehyung whispers, and Jeongguk’s hand kneads the flesh of his ass so that the next words come out as a moan, “Please, Jeongguk, I l-like it, god, just fuck me—”
“Y-yeah, yeah, okay,” Jeongguk breathes, fingers pulling out with a wet squelch, and those words alone have him groaning with want.
He hears the sound of Jeongguk’s belt hit the floor, clothes rustling before he returns, pressing his hot, heavy cock into the cleft of Taehyung’s ass, and he pushes back, thighs trembling.
“Condom?” Jeongguk breathes, and he shakes his head quickly.
“No, no, we’re both clean, I wanna feel your cock, your hot cum—”
“God, Taehyung,” Jeongguk groans before he hears his slick hand working over his length, spreading the lube around, and Taehyung whimpers, Jeongguk’s fingers pressing into the curve of his ass before he finally pushes in.
“Fuck, fuck, oh god,” Taehyung moans, loud, lost in the feeling of Jeongguk so hard and full inside of him, working him open to the base before he bottoms out, panting behind him.
“Shit,” Jeongguk hisses, and the hand that comes down to connect with his ass is unexpected, muscles clenching down on Jeongguk’s thick cock in response, eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head. “Tae, baby, I don’t think I can last—”
Taehyung’s hips pull almost all the way off before slamming back, grinding deep to find his prostate, and he cries out when he does, chest heaving as Jeongguk’s hand strikes the flesh again, a heady groan escaping his lips at the feeling of Taehyung’s clenching muscles.
Jeongguk’s hips work hard and fast, fucking into him so well, and his hand finally comes around to palm the head of Taehyung’s cock, jerking him off fast and unforgiving, palm slick with how much precum Taehyung is dripping, digging a thumb into the slit.
Taehyung chokes on a sob, body tensing up, and the last sharp slap that Jeongguk delivers to his ass is enough to send him over the edge, orgasm wracking through him, shaking as his cum spills over Jeongguk’s fist, still jerking him through the shocks, hot tears finally spilling over his cheeks.
Jeongguk gasps at how tight he is, slamming his hips faster to work through the tightness and chase his own completion before his hips stutter to a stop, jetting his cum deep inside of him, filling Taehyung up to the brim, spilling over and down his thighs, fucking his cum into him, groaning into Taehyung’s shoulder blades when Taehyung lets out a gasp.
He pulls out, moaning out a “Fuck,” at the oversensitivity, and Taehyung whines when he feels warm cum spill out of his hole, trickling down his thighs.
“Gross,” He says, and Jeongguk huffs out a laugh, running a hand down Taehyung’s back when he collapses into the bed, whining when he lands in the spot where he came. “Gross.”
“That’s not what you were saying a minute ago,” Jeongguk grins, leaning over to turn him over, kissing him slow and deep, running a gentle thumb over his cheekbone, wiping away the stray tears, and Taehyung sighs, melting into the touch, tired body thrumming with satisfaction, limbs loose and relaxed.
“You feeling okay? You were in that position for a while,” Jeongguk says, a frown gracing his features, and Taehyung hums, nodding, tilting his head up for another kiss, sighing when Jeongguk gives him exactly what he wants.
“I feel fine, Gukkie,” He says, earnest, lids fluttering with how sleepy he is, and Jeongguk cracks a gentle smile, tender eyes trailing over his face.
“I’m gonna get something to clean you up, okay?” He asks, running a gentle hand through Taehyung’s locks, and he leans into the touch, sighing out a pleased noise.
“Okay,” He whispers, and Jeongguk disappears to the kitchen, rummaging around before he returns with a wet washcloth.
He runs the warm cloth over his stomach, collecting the cooling come before pressing back one of his legs, stopping when he sees the bright red flesh of Taehyung’s ass.
Taehyung covers his face with his hands, groaning, and Jeongguk lets out a fond laugh, tugging at his hands to reveal his face, “Don’t hide from me.”
“We’re never talking about this again,” He says, and Jeongguk rolls his eyes.
“C’mon, Tae, that was really hot. Like, really fucking hot. I think that image will be burned into my brain for the rest of my life,” Jeongguk grins, and Taehyung flushes, protests dying on his tongue when Jeongguk runs the cloth gently over the backs of his thighs and hole to clean the mess.
“Does it hurt?” Jeongguk questions, quiet, insecurity hidden beneath his tone, and Taehyung shakes his head.
“It’s just a little sore, but I feel fine,” He says, honest, trying to convey it with his eyes, and Jeongguk sighs, relief melting away how tense his shoulders were.
“You did really well,” Jeongguk praises, almost shy, and a shiver travels down his spine, chest swelling. This is still new to them, but it’s fresh and it feels right, so right. “You were really good for me, baby.”
“Thank you,” He mumbles, running a hand up Jeongguk’s chest to tangle into his locks, and he leans forward to kiss him, the smoothness of his lips addicting and comforting, warmth pooling in his chest
“Shower?” Jeongguk asks, pressing their foreheads together, and Taehyung nods, even when he feels so sleepy. “Actually, how about a bath?”
Taehyung smiles, fond memories of Jeongguk washing his hair in the bath, dotting his nose with soapy suds and working the lavender smelling soap into his skin washing over him, and he nods again, throat slightly sore.
Jeongguk picks him up easily, almost as if he weighs nothing, hand around his waist and under his legs, and Taehyung sighs, resting his head on Jeongguk’s broad chest.
“Hey,” Jeongguk says, propping the door of the bathroom open with his foot, and Taehyung makes a noise in question, glancing up into Jeongguk’s warm eyes. “I love you.”
He splutters, warmth washing over his face, and Jeongguk’s eyes crinkle, a happy grin on his face, “I love you too, you big sap. Now wash me, peasant.”
Jeongguk barks out a laugh, pressing a kiss to his forehead before setting him on the toilet, a towel already laid over the seat for Taehyung, cupping his face in his warm hand.
“I’ll do more than wash you, sweetie,” Jeongguk winks, and Taehyung groans, rolling his eyes as Jeongguk cackles, reaching over to run the water for the bath.
“Touch my ass anytime soon and I’ll break your fingers,” Taehyung grins, and Jeongguk laughs.
“I’ll be careful,” He says, earnest, and Taehyung flashes a fluttering smile, waiting patiently for the water to rise, “You know I love you, right?”
Taehyung’s chest squeezes, warmth washing through him, “You already said that,” He mumbles and Jeongguk comes back to him like he can’t stay away for long, lips pulled up at the corners.
“I know, I just wanted to be sure,” Jeongguk reaches out to card a hand through his locks, and Taehyung sighs, winding his arms around Jeongguk’s waist and pressing his face into the warm skin, breathing in his comforting scent.