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Jeongguk flips through the magazines scattered in the room restlessly. He’s been buzzing all day, a slight prickle of electricity under his skin, making it hard to keep still. His agitation means he’s gotten to the studio early. At this time of the day, it’s completely empty because everyone else seems to either be still in bed or working out at the gym.

Jeongguk fidgets.

His mind traitorously flashes back to this morning where he had run into Taehyung coming out of the shower, steam billowing behind him, water droplets making their way down the plains of his body and with his towel still open in the process of getting re-tied around his waist. Jeongguk had caught a glimpse of his soft, flushed cock before it had gotten covered up and hasn’t been able to think of anything else ever since.

He fidgets again.

Surely, what the guys didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them?

Having convinced himself, he puts the magazine away and flips himself over so that he’s belly-down on the sofa. He groans in relief at the slight pressure of the cushions against his dick when it twitches in anticipation. It kicks again, digs slightly into the soft resistance and Jeongguk huffs out a breath and shifts his hips to push down harder.

Taking one final glance at the studio door, Jeongguk guiltily unlocks his phone. Buried in the depths of his phone memory lies a memo deliberately mis-titled: ‘Diet goals - February’.

Within it are links to pictures and videos painstakingly collected over the past few weeks. He copies the third link and pastes it into the address bar, fidgets some more as he waits for it to load. Once it does Jeongguk stares, mouth dry, at the compilation of video clips and images. The Taehyung on his screen slowly drags his fingertips across his mouth, down the plains of his torso and finally grips high on the inside of his thigh. The strength of his grasp on the material forces it to bunch up and hug his every curve deliciously.

Jeongguk licks his lips, eyes dark, trying to take everything in.

The video has moved to the next clip, Taehyung is dancing this time, some section of the choreo that requires him to thrust into the air. Only this time, some enterprising soul has edited it so that the moment has been slowed down and every snap of his hips is a sensual grind.

Jeongguk doesn’t even realise he’s fully hard - he’s so absorbed - until the head of his cock escapes the waistband of his underwear and manages to leave a wet trail on his lower abdomen. He gasps at the sensation, feels his cock pulse against the fabric and groans, low and needy. On screen, Taehyung is in the middle of a particularly brutal snap of his hips and Jeongguk’s muscles clench involuntarily. He crosses his legs at the knees and squirms to rub his thighs together. He ruts forward again and moans on an exhale, feels a flush slowly work its way up his collar. He’s so hard.

The Taehyung on screen gyrates his hips to the beat and Jungkook squirms, presses the inside of his thighs together harder and pushes his hips back into the air. He’s imagining the older man’s heat pressed up against his back, his breath ghosting over the skin of his ear. At the image, his dick drools out more precum and he knows now that he needs to bring this elsewhere before he makes an irrecoverable mess of his pants.

He lifts himself up to his forearms and thinks about how good it’ll feel once he gets his fingers slicked up and inside him. His own fingers aren’t long enough, so they won’t feel quite right at first, but he knows that if he has the time to work his way up to four fingers his body will forget because the burn of the stretch just feels too good. He wants -

The door slides open and Jeongguk, in his panic, accidentally flings his phone across the room and it skids to a stop at the newcomer’s feet when they step into the studio.

Horrified, he slowly looks up, very aware of the flush on his cheeks and the sweat in his hairline.

Namjoon is in the doorway, frozen awkwardly in a half-crouch like he had instinctively bent down to pick up the fallen object but is now starting to seriously reconsider after catching the look on Jeongguk’s face.

Jeongguk’s tinny phone speakers blare out the notes for Bapsae and with a confused, but mostly relieved expression, Namjoon bends down the rest of the way and picks it up. Jeongguk can feel his heart thumping hard against his ribcage and when at his touch, the screen lights up and the Taehyung on it glides across the stage.

Namjoon chuckles and drops the phone on Jeongguk’s head as he walks by. “From the look on your face, I was so sure there was going to be porn on there,” he mutters, shaking his head.

Jeongguk lets out a shaky laugh. Thankfully, he’s not ragingly hard anymore - it'd been shocked out of him from nearly getting caught. He’s still buzzing in his under his skin though, pulsing with unfulfilled arousal.

Namjoon tilts his head in consideration when he glances at Jeongguk’s screen again. “I didn’t realise Tae’s pants were still so tight on him. We’re going to have to talk to wardrobe about dropping his inseam again. Send this to me?”

“Yeah. Sure.” Jeongguk squeaks, snatching his phone back from where it was laying on the sofa and dying a little inside. The video he had on was titled, Ten Times Kim Taehyung Got Me Pregnant, and all the comments under it were from people asking him for child support, so Jeongguk resigns himself to spending the rest of tonight trying to find a similar video, only with a less incriminating title.

“I’ll send you the link,” he reiterates, still shaky from almost getting caught. He tries to play it cool, “no problemo, bossman. Yes.”

Namjoon gives him an odd look but then Hoseok arrives with Jimin in tow and the subject is dropped.

Jeongguk can’t do this.

He botches the modified steps in the choreo again and raises the metaphorical white flag. He’s given it his best shot but he honestly cannot do this anymore.

When they’re all sat down for a break, Jeongguk volunteers to help monitor everyone from the sidelines claiming it’s because he’s feeling a little ill. The worried and sympathetic looks he gets from the other members makes a small part of him feel a little guilty, but, for the most part, he’s just unspeakably relieved when they leave him be.

He’s been teetering on the knife edge of arousal the entire practice session and he just can’t seem to shake it off. Jeongguk leans back against the mirrored wall, draws his knees to his chest and gives a long sigh of relief. His dick is hot and heavy between his legs and the effort it’s been taking to not pop a boner has honestly been all-consuming.

Jeongguk relaxes against the wall to watch the others dance. His eyes inevitably end up running up the length of Taehyung’s body and they lock onto the outline of him through the fabric of his sweats in the shadow where his legs meet. Jeongguk squirms, barely holding back a groan as all his blood finally rushes between his own legs and his cock leaps.

Even now, beneath the cover of his grey sweats, Taehyung can't hide the fact that he is packing. Jeongguk imagines crawling his way across the studio floor right now to nose at him through the fabric, imagines pulling it aside and finally feeling its weight on his tongue. He sees himself mouthing at the fat tip, imagines the silky, hot flesh between his lips.

He never manages to fit more than half, but the thought of having his lips stretched around Taehyung’s girth and the remembered taste of having him in the back of his throat is already enough to flood his mouth with saliva.

God, he wants it so bad. He gulps. 

He shakes his head to try to snap himself out of it because they’re in the studio, god. But then Taehyung starts horsing around, dancing to the dirty bass of their new beat. The man gets on his hands and knees to imitate some filthy grind he’s probably seen in a choreography video somewhere and Jeongguk is gone.

He can feel the flush of arousal scorch high on his cheekbones, hear the roar of his blood through his veins and his cock is suddenly diamond hard. He wants to tuck it under the waistband of his boxers to make it less obvious but he’s scared he won’t be able to hold himself back from groaning in relief once he gets a hand on himself. He clenches his fists at his sides and continues to stare, helpless.

Another grind and Jeongguk allows himself the softest of whimpers as he feels a drop of precum push pass his slit to further soak the damp patch in his boxers. He pants into the space he’s created between his knees when he drops his head in defeat. From the corner of his eye, he sees Taehyung’s sweats drop an inch lower, exposing a strip of his golden skin and Jeongguk moans.

“Jeongguk!” Namjoon hisses sounding traumatised and scandalised both. Jeongguk snaps his head back up to see realisation slowly dawn on the elder’s face as his eyes flit from where Taehyung is dancing, to Jeongguk’s phone, and finally to the youngest’s flushed face.

And Jeongguk would be embarrassed, maybe he will be later when he’s dealt with his arousal, but the only thing he’s able to do at this moment is to look back Namjoon’s way, completely powerless.

“Behave,” the elder squeaks out shaking his head, “or go to the bathroom or something. Oh my god.”

At the tacit permission, Jeongguk shoots up from his spot and runs out the door as fast as his awkward gait allows him. He ignores the confused noises the other members make and decisively slams the door shut.

Once he makes it into a stall, he barely manages to pull the sticky hot length of his cock free before he’s shaking. He retains just enough sense to cup a hand over the head to try and control the mess he knows he’s about to make and spills, almost immediately, into his palm with the image of Taehyung’s cock at the forefront of his mind.

“So,” Namjoon says. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other and he looks so awkward Jeongguk wants to defenestrate himself.

“I’ve, um, asked the stylists to drop Taehyung’s inseam a bit more. Which…isn’t a change, I realise now, that is necessarily complimentary with your interests but. Um…I think, we might need to talk?”

“Hah,” Jeongguk intones weakly, eyes flitting to the doorway over Namjoon’s shoulder. The lanky man has strategically positioned himself so that he fully blocks the most direct path to it. Jeongguk’s eyes flit to the window instead, but then he remembers they’re on the fifteenth floor. His eyes flit back to Namjoon’s.

He might survive the fall. It would probably be worth it, no matter the outcome.

Namjoon must accurately read the contemplative look on his face because immediately grips the younger’s shoulder.

“Nope. You are not escaping from this conversation.”

“You don’t really want to be having it either though,” Jeongguk tries to appeal.

“You are absolutely correct,” Namjoon confirms. “But life isn’t about what we want. You’ve been distracted lately, and I’ve finally found out why. So we’re talking.”

Jeongguk fidgets. Namjoon crosses his arms and stands his ground.

“I’m listening,” the taller man says after a long silence. He even starts tapping his foot and Jeongguk sighs, he might as well then. He takes a deep breath. 

“It’s not like the sex isn’t good,” Jeongguk starts.

The older man flinches violently at the opening words.

“Wait -” Namjoon tries to interrupt, eyes wide.

But by then it’s too late because, like a dam bursting, all of his confessions start pouring out.

Jeongguk had first gone all the way with Taehyung a couple of months ago.

It had happened one morning after having woken up in Taehyung’s bed. They’d been officially dating for a good amount of time by then and that morning had marked the beginning of the band’s week-long holiday.

The pair had stirred awake in each other arms, warm and languid from the heat of their bodies inside their soft duvet. Then they had fallen into wet kisses, so hot they made Jeongguk’s toes curl.

The rest of the band had collectively volunteered to be elsewhere until later on in the week, giving Jeongguk and Taehyung two days alone in the flat. They’d all left with their rucksacks filled with extra clothes after filming the night before with dirty smiles and with meaningful glances at the two youngest members who had been left behind to watch the house.

“Remember to eat,” Seokjin had snickered as he closed the door to his car and driven off.

“Oh they’ll be eating alright,” Hoseok had leered and Namjoon had hit him over the head.

Jimin’s eyes had dropped to rest at the front of Taehyung’s trousers and when Jeongguk catches his gaze, Jimin raises a sly eyebrow.

‘Good luck,’ he had mouthed and Jeongguk had resisted the urge to throttle the man through sheer power of will.

In their bed in the morning though, with the heat of Taehyung’s burgeoning arousal pulsing against his thigh, Jeongguk understands perfectly why he would need it. The older man isn’t even half hard yet, but in comparison to Jeongguk’s own arousal, which was already fully hard from a combination of his natural morning wood and the heat of the moment, he might as well have been.

Taehyung grabs at the younger man’s hips and grinds them together as they kiss. Jeongguk whimpers as the length of his clothed cock runs up against Taehyung’s own. He glances down as they begin to rut against each other and shivers at how different their cocks look, even under their clothes. His mouth gets wet at the corners when Taehyung’s dick twitches against his and he sees the shadow of it move, large and oh so tempting.

It’s not the first time they’ve explored each other, so Jeongguk knows Taehyung is easily nine inches, probably even more, when fully hard. He knows what his cock looks like when it has pre-cum beading and then dripping off its pillowy head, knows it is actually fattest at the middle where Jeongguk can barely wrap his fingers around him.

Now, as they rut up against each other, Jeongguk is suddenly overcome with the need to see their cocks next to each other, skin to skin. He slips a hand between them, pushes down the elastic of their trousers and at the first press of hot skin, he whimpers into Taehyung’s waiting mouth.

When he looks down, his own cock is pink and wet, dripping onto the darker skin of Taehyung’s own. He knows he himself is a healthy size, but next to Taehyung’s own monster dick, he almost looks delicate and he loves it.

When Taehyung wraps one of his hands, already slicked up with lube, around them both Jeongguk loses himself to the glide. In the tight, slick heat of Taehyung’s hand, Jeongguk’s dick pulses up against Taehyung’s. He feels every twitch, every kick it makes through his own skin in the most intimate of ways and it feels so, very good.

The younger reaches a hand down and wraps his own fingers around Taehyung’s moving hand. They slide their hands together in tight, precise strokes. Pre-cum pushes past the slit of Taehyung’s cock and runs down his shaft and Jeongguk watches is catch and then blend with the wet mess at the tip of his own cock. The combination is too much and suddenly Jeongguk balls draw up tight and he pants, “oh, oh I’m cumming, I’m, Tae-”

Taehyung groans at the sight and Jeongguk loses himself to the feel of the hot heat of his cum spilling over the both of them. He can’t take his eyes off how each pulse of his release leaves thick, white trails over Taehyung’s cock and is fascinated by how it makes it glisten.

Jeongguk’s hips jerk up again and he whimpers.

“Fuck me,” Taehyung eventually breathes into Jeongguk’s neck where he had been lavishing at the skin there. It’s a luxury that they rarely have, leaving visible marks, and now that they have the week off, Taehyung eagerly bites at the skin under his jaw.

He still hasn’t stopped pumping his hand.

Jeongguk growls at the sensation.

“Fuck me,” Taehyung breathes again. They have never done this before, but they had definitely been working up to it. Jeongguk grabs at Taehyung’s ass with both hands. He’s greedy with it and roughly digs his fingers into the giving flesh.

Taehyung might have won in the size department, but the downside to that was the fact that he only had the energy to go once each round. Jeongguk, on the other hand, always has the energy to go at least twice and oftentimes, if Taehyung keeps stimulating him after the first time he cums, he doesn’t even go soft in between.

“Yeah,” Jeongguk groans when he is able. His mind is still fuzzy from his previous orgasm, but he is so ready, “yeah okay.”

Taehyung grins and moves away from Jeongguk to get into a more comfortable position. At his first movement backwards, Jeongguk makes a protesting noise and clutches at him because the growing distance between them makes him ache.

With a laugh, Taehyung leans in to give him a dirty kiss when he finishes pulling away and Jeongguk ducks his head, a little embarrassed at his instinctive reaction.

Then, Taehyung bends down and over and Jeongguk forgets everything else but the sight in front of him.

The elder man’s ass is just so nice, it’s fleshy and round and it’s got a faint line of stretch marks down one side from when it had decided to explode into existence and his skin hadn’t been able to catch up.

(Yoongi had protested, once, upon hearing Jeongguk’s theory, that that wasn’t how biology worked but when challenged, had failed to come up with an accurate timeline for the supposed gradual growth of Taehyung’s booty. So, Jeongguk still maintains that he is right.)

Now, Jeongguk tongues at their faint lines and digs his teeth into the soft flesh as he works his slicked up fingers in. Finally, after what seems like an age, he manages to slide himself into the warm, soft space of Taehyung body and he groans.

They continue that way for a while. Under him, Taehyung is making the most delicious noises and Jeongguk is suddenly hit with the urge to see his face.

He picks him up, flips him over so that the elder man is on his back and slides back inside. Jeongguk finds that he is teetering on the edge once again and he feels his balls tighten up just from the pleasure of sliding back into Taehyung’s warm and pliant body. He catches sight of Taehyung’s dick drooling a little onto his abdomen and tries to wrap his hand around it, feeling hypnotised.

“God, your dick is so pretty,” Jeongguk breathes as he twists his wrist on the upstroke. He wants them to cum together this time. Wants to hear Taehyung cry out and shake under him. He snaps his hips harder and Taehyung moans around a laugh.

“You’re so pretty, fuck,” Jeongguk gasps, eyes flitting between taking in the pleasure on Taehyung’s face and the absolutely sinful sight of his dick dwarfing Jeongguk’s hand. Taehyung’s breaths are coming faster now, his moans rumble in his chest and Jeongguk’s legs shake from the sound of it.

“You feel so good Guk,” Taehyung moans, fluttering around him.

Jeongguk snaps his hips faster.

When Taehyung finally cums, Jeongguk is not far behind him.

Surprisingly the first thought he has when he manages to pull himself back together enough to pull out is, ‘I want that’. Well, it’s the first thought after ‘wow’, and ‘please, again and soon’.

He looks at the way Taehyung curls and then stretches as if he’s only settling back into place after Jeongguk had touched him so deep inside and thinks: I want that.

Jeongguk stares at the pretty curve of Taehyung’s dick, slowly going soft but still so flushed and still so huge and feels something inside him clench with yearning and thinks: I really want that.

He needs to think about this.

He thinks about it for the first time when he’s alone in the shower, trying to relax enough to go to sleep after a sudden onset of insomnia.

Taehyung has slid his (long, beautiful) fingers into Jeongguk earlier that day when he had gone down on him, so in the shower, Jeongguk’s first finger goes in easy. It doesn't feel as good as when Taehyung does it (nothing ever does), because it can’t touch the deeper parts of him, but it’s a start.

Jeongguk leans his head on the forearm he has braced to the shower wall and tentatively pushes in another finger. He whimpers a little at the stretch, but it’s not bad. The third finger is a little harder to accomplish because the angle makes his wrist hurt, but the burn around his hole is just so good. Jeongguk gasps as his ring finger makes it past his quivering rim and his legs shake.

He only manages to work the tip of a fourth finger in before his wrist completely boycotts the movement. By then, he’s way too horny to try to find a more comfortable position so he gives up on adding his fourth finger for the night and fucks himself on his three fingers until he cums hard and messy onto the tiles.

Panting into the crook of his arm, Jeongguk starts to seriously wonder what it would be like to have Taehyung’s cock inside him instead of his fingers. He wonders how different it would feel to stretch himself around the sizeable girth of Taehyung’s cock and feel it pulse inside him, wonders if he could take it.

He stops himself from thinking about it further when he feels his dick try to twitch back to life.

Eventually, despite the fact that they were having plenty of sex, Jeongguk finds himself thinking about Taehyung’s cock more than ever. Especially when he finally finds the time to work in a fourth finger when he’s fingering himself open and almost blacks out from how good it feels. He thinks he might be falling in love with the ache, and recently he’s found that his fingers always manage to find a way inside himself when he’s getting himself off. The stretch just feels that good.

Taehyung, he knows, will be even thicker and he wants.

He’d tried to bring it up once, mention in passing that he’s been thinking of Taehyung’s coke-bottle dick and Taehyung had laughed and ruffled his hair.

“Don’t worry Gukkie,” Taehyung had reassured, “I remember what you said the first time we got naked.”

Thinking Taehyung had been referring to the first time they had fallen into bed with each other and Jeongguk had basically spent a good hour worshipping Taehyung’s dick with his mouth, he thinks Taehyung has finally understood what he’s been trying to subtly hint at all this whole time.

He floats in a blissful bubble of anticipation the whole week, waiting for the moment where Taehyung finally bends him over and gives him what he wants, but it never happens.

“Oh my god,” Jeongguk groans, shooting up in his bed. He cradles his head in his hands and wishes fervently that he had the ability to go back in time to roll his younger self over a box of legos.

“Oh my god,” he repeats, finally realising what Taehyung had meant when he said he remembered Jeongguk’s first reaction to him naked. He stays like that, curled up like the most remorseful of shrimps on top of his duvet and stews in a marinade of his own regret for the rest of the night.

“It was just a reaction to the shock, you know? I obviously didn’t mean it,” Jeongguk rants at a wide-eyed Namjoon.

“I mean, I’m pretty sure everyone else who has seen the third leg Tae's hiding in his pants also gets the shock of their life? Remember the day we went to the public baths? Even you were all, ‘how can you have a face like that and a dick like that’. Remember? You kept whining about about unfair life was?

“And Jimin basically foamed at the mouth when he found out. So why am I the only one suffering when all I did was talk about how he would probably end up ripping his future partner in two?

“Also, hindsight is 20/20 and all that, so I know now I was just saying it because I was jealous of whoever would be receiving that dick, you know? Because it was so pretty, even when it was soft and I knew from the day I saw it that I wanted it all to myself..so I was just being bitter.

“I mean, I would never have even dared to dream that it would be me - that I’d get to be his future partner. So now, in some kind of terrible lesson in karma, he just won’t dick me down no matter how many times I’ve tried to hint at it. It’s the worst.”

Jeongguk kicks at a table leg in frustration.

“Like his dick basically gave you an existential crisis and Hobi-hyung was totally the one who told the stylist to buy him, like, this super special, big dick compression underwear that he makes Tae wear whenever we have fan events or dance because he’s afraid Tae is going to take out someone’s eye.

But all Tae’s seems to care about is the memory of me being salty towards his hypothetical partner. How is this fair?

And the absolute worst thing about this whole drama is that fact that I think that I want to be ripped apart, hyung. The burn feels so good when I tried using my fingers, so now I can’t stop thinking about how much better it would feel if it was actually Taehyung’s dick, you know?

But then, I’m also a little worried because like, ever since I’ve been thinking about getting his dick inside me, I haven’t been able to get off good without feeling something stretch me out and I scared that I’ll never be able to get off ‘normally’ anymore.

But then again if I stop, like, what if we finally get to that point and I can’t take his dick and he gets too scared and never fucks me again? Then what? Like, imagine never ever getting to sit on Tae’s gorgeous dick. That would be so tragic.”

It’s a horrifying thought.

Jeongguk takes a deep breath and lets it out, feeling a lot less tense. His throat is dry and he thinks he’s been venting for at least an hour. Maybe Namjoon had been onto something with this, ‘talk to me about what’s on your mind,’ lark. He rolls his shoulders, notices how they seem looser than they had been all week and beams at the elder man.

Namjoon looks pale and a bit like he’s about to faint.

“So you actually want him to,” Namjoon makes a gesture, then he glances at his hands and looks like he wants to be ill.

“But you’re so,” he makes a gesture at Jeongguk. “And he’s so-” Namjoon breaks himself off and makes a cupping motion with his hands.

Jeongguk cocks his head to the side and mirrors the gesture. After a moment, he guesses, “the Tae-booty?”

Looking a lot like he wants to shoot himself, Namjoon nods.

And yes, Jeongguk’s not blind. He knows what he looks like, and he knows that Taehyung’s bum is god’s gift to the world. He also knows what most people would think, looking at them both. The other man is cute and sweet and so beautiful it sometimes hurts Jeongguk to look at him directly but Jeongguk wants what he wants.

“It’s very nice,” Jeongguk agrees. “I love it. But I also want him in my guts because then I can maybe hold onto his ass as he rams into me too.”

He sighs in appreciation of the image.

“That’d be real nice. Best of both worlds, really.”

There is a silence.

“You’ve um,” Namjoon croaks breaking it, voice feeble. “You seem to have thought about this a lot.”

The older man's got a hand braced on the doorframe and his knees visibly wobble.

“So much,” Jeongguk admits, with feeling. “Didn’t even realise I was stressing that hard about it. Thanks for listening, hyung. This was such a great idea.”

Namjoon still looks faintly green but he eventually straightens up and clears his throat. “So you and Taehyung are really…”

Jeongguk blushes and looks at down at his shoes. “I really like him hyung,” he admits, rolling an ankle nervously. “I know he’s definitely the one. It’s just this one thing…and you’re absolutely right! No relationship works without communication, so I’m going to talk to him about this.”

The taller’s eyes widen and he starts to look a little hunted, “I’m happy for you both, but I didn’t m-”

“I know,” Jeongguk says, breaking him off mid-word, “I should’ve known I could talk to you about anything, Monnie-hyung. Sorry for worrying you. I’ll make sure to keep you in the loop from now on.”

At the words Namjoon jerks back to reality. He brings his hands up to wave in front of him like a barrier.

“No, please no. I don’t want to hear about any of it. I regret everything.”

Unfortunately for the older man, by the time he'd had gathered himself together enough to state his point of view, Jeongguk had already left.

Alone in the empty room, Namjoon knocks his forehead against the doorframe and considers repeating the action until he gives himself amnesia.

‘Just tell him,’ Namjoon had said. He might not have said those exact words but Jeongguk is pretty sure that was what he had meant to say during their conversation yesterday. So, like a good dongsaeng, he tries to follow the man’s advice.

“I want,” Jeongguk breathes, finally mustering up the courage to just straight up walk over and sit himself on Taehyung’s clothed dick. He grinds his ass down onto his lap to emphasise his point.

Jeongguk doesn’t think it can get more obvious than this, and when Taehyung lets out a startled ‘oh’, it sounds like victory.

‘Yes,’ he thinks when Taehyung pulls Jeongguk’s shorts down. They get stuck at the bend of his knees but the younger doesn’t care because in the next moment Taehyung places one large hand between Jeongguk’s shoulder-blades and presses Jeongguk’s face down into the mattress.

“Let me take care of you,” he hears Taehyung say.

'Yes,' he thinks when he feels the other man's hands ghost over his ass.

The older man leans over him and grabs a bottle of lube from under the pillow. He squirts some onto his palm, warms it up and smears it, messy and perfect over Jeongguk’s opening. The fruity smell of it hits Jeongguk’s nose and he identifies it to be the strawberry one; the one that’s both scented and sweet to the taste.

He sighs happily at the first swipe of Taehyung’s tongue over his hole.

After the first slow lick, Taehyung really starts going to town. He uses his tongue and teeth to work Jeongguk open and he doesn’t let up until the younger man’s legs are shaking.

One of Taehyung’s hands knead at the hard flesh of Jeongguk’s thigh as he nibbles at his rim and Jeongguk whines, pushes his ass back, tries to get Taehyung’s soft lips on him again. The older man slaps the sensitive flesh at the inside of his thigh, and Jeongguk groans, bites into his pillow.

Taehyung pulls back, spits onto Jeongguk's rim and uses his thumb to rub the wetness into his hole and Jeongguk thinks is going to cum like this, ass wet and dripping, knowing how good and how hard Taehyung is about to fuck him.

He whines as the feeling overwhelms him and his hips hump down into the air, once, twice, three times before he’s spurting hard into the sheets under him.

“More,” he pants reaching behind him to move Taehyung’s hand on his thigh to press over his entrance, “please Tae, I need you.”

“Oh,” Taehyung sounds, his voice is delighted. “You want my fingers inside you, babe?”

“I need it,” Jeongguk demands, he’ll beg if he has to but for now, he just pushes his hips back.

Taehyung slides one finger in. It sinks all the way in, easily.

“You’re sucking me in so greedily,” Taehyung murmurs, his middle finger traces at Jeongguk’s hole. “Ready for another?”

“Gimme three,” Jeongguk blurts impatient and desperate for the stretch.

Taehyung makes a surprised noise, “four fingers? Already?”

Jeongguk nods desperately. He whines and arches his back, tries to push onto the waiting digits by himself.

The older man finally gives in and works the fingers into him. They sink in easily and Jeongguk feels his own cock kick at his stomach. He looks down and sees a clear string of precum connecting the head of his cock to the wet patch of skin.

“You love this, don’t you?” Taehyung rasps. His voice is a deep rumble. “You’re taking my fingers so well.”

Jeongguk shivers.

“Fuck me,” he gasps. His voice is already wrecked.

Taehyung moans and moves his fingers back. He thrusts them back in again and Jeongguk trembles.

And Jeongguk is trying so hard to hold back, but he’s been dreaming of this too; of getting to feel Taehyung’s fingers deep inside him and now that they’re finally stretching him open, it’s too much.

“It’s too good,” Jeongguk gasps in warning, “I can’t, I can’t-”

Jeongguk tries to tell him to stop, tell him that he needs a break because he doesn’t want to cum before Taehyung is inside him, but he can’t get his voice to work.

Taehyung leans over his back to whisper in his ear. He whispers filthy things about how good Jeongguk looks, how well he is taking in fingers. Jeongguk feels the weight of Taehyung's hard cock press against one of his ass cheeks. He feels it brush next to the fingers stretching him open and it's like all his nerves are suddenly hyper-focused on that one point of contact.

It’s too much. He feels electric, and Jeongguk jerks as his second orgasm crashes through him.

“There we go,” Taehyung encourages, gently pulling his fingers out when he's done. He pats Jeongguk’s cheek with his clean hand when the younger man returns to his senses. They’re lying front to front now.

Jeongguk pouts at him, “why’d you do that?”

He doesn’t want to complain, because it had felt great, but now he thinks he’s going to be too satiated, too loose-limbed to really enjoy Taehyung fucking him.

“Well,” Taehyung laughs, “you been pretty tense lately.”

It’s true. Jeongguk’s been wracking his brain for ways to convey to Taehyung that he wants to hop onto that dick and it’s been tiring him out, making him a little snappy. But those days are behind him now. Taehyung’s about to fuck him real good and Jeongguk’s body is nice and relaxed for it, all loose and liquid.

Maybe the man had been onto something after all, with the making him cum twice earlier. Jeongguk berates himself for getting mad at him, Taehyung really does know best.

Then, to his horror, Taehyung starts pulling back. When he gets off the bed, Jeongguk makes a noise of protest.

“What?” Jeongguk asks. “Where are you going?”

Taehyung leans down and kisses him senseless. He groans into Jeongguk’s mouth, licks into it like he’s only just holding himself back from eating him whole and Jeongguk is helpless to do anything but cling weakly onto his arms.

He’s dizzy when they’re done, which is why it takes him a while before he registers the fact that Taehyung is already halfway out of the room.

When he sees him staring, the older man gives him a sheepish smile from the doorway and gestures down at the (large, delicious-looking) tent in his own shorts.

“I’m just going to go take care of this, and then I’ll be right back to cuddle okay, babe? You just rest up.”

He disappears out the door and Jeongguk gapes and collapses back into the mattress completely blindsided.

“What the fuck just happened?” He asks the at the ceiling.

The ceiling doesn’t answer him.

“He gives me the best ass eating off my life, makes me all soft and loose and ready for him, and for what? To just leave? Like, who does that?” Jeongguk rants.

Namjoon is stood, frozen, at the kitchen counter where he had been in the middle of getting himself a glass of cold tea.

“Maybe I didn’t feel loose enough? I mean, he fit four of his fingers up there just fine, no drama, and when he did it, he had told me I was doing so good,” here Jeongguk breaks off to shiver at the memory. “But I get that even being able to take four fingers won’t automatically mean I’ll be able to take his dick, you know? ‘Cause he’s not just thick but he’s so long as well, ”Jeongguk eyes glaze over for a moment as he thinks about just how nice Taehyung’s dick is.

Then shaking himself out of it, he pouts, “my fingers will never reach inside far enough to prep me for that…”

He goes silent as he contemplates it.

“Maybe I’ll get a dildo for practice,” he eventually muses out loud. “Get one close to his size to train for taking the real thing,” he continues, warming up to the idea.

“Your tea is spilling,” Jeongguk points out helpfully after a moment, gesturing at Namjoon’s overflowing glass.

Namjoon jerks and then he glances down. Jeongguk watches his eyes follow the puddle of tea that is spreading across the countertop.

“That’s quite alright,” Namjoon replies amicably once the liquid starts dripping off the counter and soaks into his socks. Namjoon is always so zen, Jeongguk aspires to be like him one day.

The man moves the still full glass to the sink and grabs a shot glass from the kitchen cabinet instead. He cracks open a full bottle of soju and pours.

“Turns out it wasn’t what I needed anyways.”

In all honesty, despite what he had said to Namjoon, Jeongguk doesn’t quite know how to go about buying sex toys. At the end of the day, they’re still idols so he is understandably a little paranoid about ordering risqué things from unknown sources to be delivered to his door. He’s even more doubtful of the idea that he’ll be able to just walk into a physical store to pick something out without getting to witness himself moving in and out of the shop from every angle when it gets plastered all over social media.

He still contemplating this dilemma when they’re filming their next run episode. This time, they’re cooking once again and they’ve been let loose inside a grocery store to shop for ingredients to later use when preparing a meal for each other.

When Jeongguk walks past the fresh produce section, he finds himself eyeing the items speculatively. He runs his knuckles down a courgette, wraps his fingers around it and is suddenly hit by the realisation that it is pretty close to Taehyung’s size. He walks his fingers down one, and then another absently trying to find one that would represent him best.

Then he laughs at himself and moves to put the courgette in his hand back into the vegetable bin because he’s being ridiculous.

From the other end of the produce aisle, there is a strangled noise, then a loud clatter. A bunch of apples roll over Jeongguk’s feet.

When he looks up, Namjoon is there, sat in the centre of the chaos and he’s staring at him. He'd obviously knocked the display over when he had tripped and he looks horrified.

Jeongguk rushes over to help the older man up.

“It’s okay hyung,” he calls out as he walks, “I'll help you tidy up.”

When he gets there, he reaches a hand out, intending to help pull the man back to his feet. However, he realises last minute that he’s still got the courgette gripped in his hand.

Still laughing, he puts the vegetable down and reaches out again.

“Rap Monnie-hyung?” Jeongguk calls when the man doesn’t react. The older man’s eyes continue to stare at the courgette Jeongguk had put down on the ground.

Jeongguk turns to look at it.

“Oh, did you need this?” Jeongguk asks. He picks it up and helpfully deposits it into Namjoon’s lap. It lands with a muted thump.

Namjoon chokes.

“So,” Jimin says, sliding in next to Jeongguk on the couch and smiling like the start of all of Jeongguk’s worst nightmares.

“I hear you have…a problem.”

Oh no, is Jeongguk’s first thought.

Jeongguk hears the chime of Jimin’s laptop turning on and is suddenly hit by a chill. He thinks it’s the feeling of his survival instincts telling him to get the hell out of there.

“Actually,” Jeongguk hedges, trying to subtly inch towards the exit. “I think I’m good.”

“Sit,” Jimin commands, and in that moment, the years of living as the youngest overrides his brain’s higher functions and he finds himself materialising next to the older man before he even understands what was happening.

Jimin nods. Then he clicks on his browser, opens up several tabs and keys in a bunch of websites. As he does, he starts to hum.

A whole new world
(Don’t you dare close your eyes)
A hundred thousand things to see

Somehow, from the way Jimin sings it, the words almost sound like a threat.

Jeongguk eyes him distrustfully. He doesn’t yet know what the other man is up to, but he can already sense that his childhood is about to get irrecoverably ruined.

The first of the pages finish loading. It shows an online store and the shop’s name is decorated in sparkling, animated glitter. The background of the site is blindingly fuchsia and it is populated with text in contrasting and sight-destroying lime green font.

However, despite all the design atrocities that are being committed in front of his very eyes, Jeongguk sees nothing save for the giant image of the series of violently orange and purple butt plugs that take up the top half of Jimin’s laptop screen.

“Oh no,” he says. Out loud this time.

“Joonie-hyung told me you needed some advice.”

The youngest almost keels over from the horror that has become his life.

Not paying his breakdown any attention, Jimin opens up another tab and starts composing an email to Jeongguk. In the window, he pastes in a series of links. The first link is to a site which has a blog series on anal sex dos and don’ts (big dick edition!), the next is a link to a site that advertises discrete and secure delivery and the last of them is a link to a bunch of toys that come (personally) recommended for working up to a good, deep stretch. Throughout the whole process, Jimin continues to hum next to him, content.

At the other end of the spectrum, Jeongguk wants to crawl up his own asshole and die.

Let me share this whole new world, with you

When Jeongguk manages to carve out a few hours for himself between dance practice and recording, he locks himself up in his room. Taehyung is off for a scheduled facial, so he’s guaranteed at least two hours of absolute privacy if he locks his door.

From under the bed, Jeongguk pulls out a nondescript black shoebox and from it, he takes out his newest toy.

According to one of Jimin’s websites (and Jeongguk would never admit this, even on pain of death, but the links he’d been sent had actually been helpful), anal beads were always a good place to start because they would, apparently, enable him to control how full he feels and thus let him find out what he likes at his own pace as he adds and removes beads.

The ones he had bought start off small at one end and gradually get larger - with the smallest being around the width of two fingers and the largest being close to Taehyung’s own girth. There are six on the chain in total, and they are black because Jeongguk thought the shine of them was beautiful.

They feel heavy in his hand and as he handles them and Jeongguk feels his cock start to harden from anticipation. He takes off his bottoms, lies down on his front, grinds slowly into the sheets as he reaches behind himself.

He purrs when the first bead slips in. He fingers himself often enough now that there is no discomfort. Jeongguk rolls his hips and quickly slips in the second bead, it’s slightly bigger than the first so he uses his other hand to brush at his balls, press his fingers into his taint to relax his muscles after he slides it in. The area is slick with lube and the glide of his fingers feels delicious.

He works in the third bead, which is probably the around the width of three fingers, and hisses at the stretch. It still feels good. His free hand runs a finger around his opening where it’s closed around the string between the third and fourth bead and he’s hit with a sudden thought.

He wants to see what the beads look like going in.

His mirror is on the other side of the room though. Jeongguk knows he won’t be able to comfortably walk over to there with the beads still inside him so he plans to pull them out for now and then start again. He wants to watch, wants to know what Taehyung would be seeing if he had been the one feeding the beads to him. The thought of Taehyung behind him makes him shiver.

After taking a bracing breath, Jeongguk hooks a finger into the loop at the end of the toy and starts to pull it out.

What he doesn’t expect though, is how good the beads would feel coming out. In his impatience, he accidentally tugs too hard and they all pop out, one after another, in quick succession. The ache of them stretching his rim makes his back arch in surprised pleasure and before he knows it, he’s cumming hard and absolutely untouched, all over his belly.

In the aftermath, as he’s left panting on the bed he thinks that this is a pretty promising development.

Jeongguk gets up and moves to the mirror. Then he unhooks it from the wall and lies it down flat on the floor.

Feeling his cheeks flush a little red at what he’s about to do, he straddles the mirror and then squats over it.

In the reflective surface, his hole is pink and shining and his cock lies wet and still half hard in the crease of his thigh.

He watches one of his fingers come up from behind him to rub at his hole and he gasps. From this angle, he can almost imagine that it’s Taehyung fingers that are pressing against his entrance.

The fingers press inside with a squelching noise and he imagines he hears Taehyung whispering into his ear. He’s saying, ‘do you hear that Guk? Hear how wet you are for me?’

Jeongguk whimpers. His free hand grabs the string of beads and he shoves the first two inside him. He groans at the relief of being filled.

When he looks down, the rest of the beads are still there, resting on the glass surface. He toys with them, pulls a little at the string and watches his hole bulge from the pressure of the bead already inside him, pressing against his rim.

In his mind, Taehyung says, ‘look at how well you’re taking them, Guk. How pretty your hole looks with something inside it.’

He tugs again.

‘I’m tugging and still, you’re not letting them go,’ he teases. ‘My baby is so greedy.’

Jeongguk whines and readies the third bead, the one that’s the size of three fingers. ‘Let’s give you one more then,’ he hears and he slowly feeds the third bead inside.

He watches, fascinated as his hole stretches around it and then once he pushes it past its widest part, he stares as the bead quickly gets swallowed up.

‘Oh, that wasn’t hard at all,’ imaginary-Taehyung purrs, 'you’ve been practising haven’t you? Such a good boy, practising so hard, just to take my cock.’

"Yes," Jeongguk agrees, sweat dripping down his back, "always wanna be good for you Taetae." 

The fourth bead is the size of four fingers and this one is a little harder to get in, but he manages. Jeongguk’s legs shake as he presses. He just feels so goddamn full.

He likes it though, he really, really likes it.

Jeongguk tugs a little at the string again, Taehyung would tease him with it, he knows, if he were here. Jeongguk keeps working the fourth bead in and out of his opening. He drives himself crazy from the stretch and release. He thinks about how Taehyung would tug until it's almost at its widest part, until it threatens to pop out and then let go just to watch Jeongguk’s hungry entrance suck the bead back inside and he teases himself with it until he's shaking.

Every time the bead gets sucked back in and knocks against the ones already inside him and the sensation forces Jeongguk’s cock to drool a little bit more precum onto the mirror. Its surface is spattered with drops of the sticky clear fluid and as he watches, another drop drips off him and falls onto it.

The sight of him must be obscene.

Jeongguk brings the fifth bead to his entrance. It’s only slightly larger than the fourth, but he’s already feeling so, so full, he wonders if he will be able to take it.

His thighs quake some more.

He begins to press it in, imagines Taehyung’s voice singing him praises in his ear as he tries to breathe past the ache.

‘Look at you,’ Taehyung whispers, and Jeongguk glances down. His is flushed all the way down to his chest and his cock, having been completely ignored this whole time, is angry, red and tight up against his belly.

And his hole, oh his hole, it’s stretched so indecently around the silicone. The pink of his skin contrasts against the black of the bead and it makes both colours stand out even more. His rim starts to close over the widest part and Jeongguk feels the bead push at the others already inside him.

He doesn’t know how there’s going to be enough space for it, he’s sure he must already be full to the brim.

“Taehyungie,” he moans, choking on a cry. “Taetae, I’m so full,” he sobs out.

‘You can do it,’ he encourages. Jeongguk presses a palm to his belly to soothe it and tries to relax. ‘That’s it. My cock’s going to fill you up just like this,’ he promises,  Jeongguk shakes and shakes at the thought and then he’s suddenly cumming his brains out.

His knees wobble and finally give out so he’s left splayed across the cum-spattered mirror with his ass in the air. His breath fogs up the glass when he pants onto it.

He lies there for a while, trying to catch his breath, then he reaches behind him and feels for the last bead. When he has it in his hand, he knows it’s definitely the same girth as Taehyung and suddenly he can’t wait to feel it inside of him.

When it finally pops in past his rim, it feels like heaven.

For the third time that night, Jeongguk’s eyes roll to the back of his head and he cries, “Tae, oh my god, Tae-hyungie, please, I’m going to-”

“I love it,” Jeongguk moans into his hands, “I love the feeling so, so much.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Jeongguk sees Namjoon reach for the soju to pour himself another drink with extreme prejudice. The man’s been drinking a lot around him lately.

“The stretch is just so nice, you know? And feeling stuffed is just so good as well. I think the feeling of pushing my body to its limits is what does it for me, maybe. But apparently, not everyone likes it this way?" Jeongguk is doubtful.

“Like, apparently, there are people out there who don’t like to feel stuffed so full, they can barely breathe, hyung. Imagine that,” Jeongguk huffs. He read that opinion in a post complaining about it on a forum on one of Jimin’s sites and he still doesn't get it because being stuffed full is honestly one of the best feelings in the world.

“So that means, according to the internet I am literally the perfect candidate for Tae’s monster dick, but he just won’t give it to me,” he sighs as he thinks about how he had hooked his ankles around Taehyung’s shoulders this morning to line himself up with Taehyung’s dick temptingly and he still only got a hand job out of it. It was an amazing handjob, but that doesn’t stop him from feeling a little defeated.

Life was just unconscionably unfair sometimes.

“That’s fucking it!” Namjoon suddenly shouts, getting up and stalking out of the room. Jeongguk hears a door slam and then another muffled shout. “I can’t take this anymore.”

Jeongguk cocks his head to the side, confused at Namjoon’s sudden departure. He wonders what happened, Namjoon normally never swears.

“I can’t say that this was what I expected to find when Joon-hyung told me to look under your bed,” Taehyung greets when Jeongguk opens the door later in the afternoon and finds him standing in his room. Jeongguk floats over to the man, happy to see that he’s back.

Then he sees the black box in Taehyung’s arms and almost breaks himself in his haste to snatch it out of the elder’s hands. His initial shoebox had long-ago graduated into a moderately sized storage container and it feels heavy when Jeongguk cradles it protectively to his chest.

To Jeongguk’s chagrin, the movement of pulling it back into his arms jostles the unfastened lid and he watches it slide off, almost as if in slow motion. The lid clatters to the floor and heat explodes across Jeongguk’s face.

The older man glances down at the box’s exposed contents and raises an eyebrow.

He purrs, “would you look at that. What’s all this then?”

Jeongguk drops the box on the ground and his toys jump inside it. He grabs and slams the lid back on top of the container to block the other man’s view. “It’s nothing!”

Taehyung tries to at lift a corner of the lid to peek under it and Jeongguk smacks his hand away. The elder man laughs, “sure doesn’t look like nothing.”

His eyes sparkle like he’s amused. Distracted, Jeongguk starts to reflexively smile back but then he remembers the situation at hand and he flushes an even deeper red. How is he supposed to function when Taehyung's so hot? Life is so unfair.

The older man moves closer and Jeongguk starts to sweat from the potent combination of nerves and Taehyung’s proximity.

Then, Taehyung slides a hand onto the nape of his neck and uses it to draw Jeongguk close.

He kisses him deep. Uses his teeth to nip and tug at Jeongguk’s bottom lip, just the way he likes and Jeongguk sighs into it. He brings both of his own hands up to cup at Taehyung’s face to draw him closer.

The moment he does, Taehyung instantly freezes and pulls back. The older man seizes the black box that’s lying between them and cackles as he runs to the other side of the room.

“Hey!” Jeongguk yelps, but it’s too late. Taehyung’s already tipped the box over and he’s sat himself down in the middle of the mess. Gleefully, he carefully inspects its contents.

Everything Jeongguk has bought is now lying there, on full display. His first string of anal beads, the various plugs he’s been using to stretch himself out and most incriminatingly, his collection of dildos in varying shapes and sizes.

Taehyung reaches forward and grabs one of them. It’s Jeongguk’s current favourite, a nude coloured one and the silicone on it is smooth and silky to the touch. It is also the largest one he has, only slightly smaller than Taehyung’s own dick.

He doesn’t have a dildo the next size up because on the internet, the choices had seemed to have been limited to ones that were moderately oversized (a touch over eight inches) and ones that were, terrifyingly, the size of his own forearm and no in between.

Taehyung balances then toy in his hand, wraps a hand around the shaft of it and pumps once. His face is an open study on curiosity.

Meanwhile, Jeongguk grits his teeth at the sight because Taehyung’s fingers are fucking obscene.

Finally, Taehyung glances at him. His gaze is considering.

He asks, “can you take this?”

Jeongguk gulps.

Taehyung gets up off the floor and walks himself, Jeongguk and the dildo over to Jeongguk’s bed.

He places the toy on the sheets, pushes Jeongguk down to sit on the mattress and he asks again it again, eyes a little more dilated and voice a little deeper. “Can you take this?”

“Yes,” Jeongguk haltingly admits. He turns his head away as he says it to try to hide his flush.

He knows this because that’s what he had been doing yesterday when everyone had been out. He’d pulled the cock out and sat on it and cried at good it felt, how full it had made him. Cried over how much he had wanted it to be Taehyung’s own.

His heart pounds.

“Let me see,” Taehyung breathes.

Jeongguk startles. “W-what?”

“I wanna see,” the older man insists.

And well, it’s not like Jeongguk has ever had the power to deny him anything.

Jeongguk’s head lolls weakly on Taehyung’s shoulder. Taehyung’s sat back against the headboard and he’s got his back pressed to the older man’s front. His legs are spread wide and Jeongguk’s knees are hooked over the other man’s thighs spreading the younger man out even wider. The position leaves him open and vulnerable and he loves it.

“Are you close?” Taehyung asks, voice soft in his ear. They’d worked the dildo in together earlier and now it’s pressed flush against Jeongguk’s ass. Its flared base rests against Jeongguk’s slick, fevered skin.

When Jeongguk nods, Taehyung moves the toy again, a slick slide in and out. Jeongguk watches his own dick drool a continuous stream of precum and he knows that it won’t be long now. Before he can fully let go, he has something he has to know.

“Will you - ahn - fuck me like this tomorrow?”

Taehyung coos at him.

“Is that what you’ve been wanting babe? Is that why you’ve been so grumpy with me lately?”

Jeongguk flushes red, but he hides his face in Taehyung’s neck and nods. Taehyung drags the toy almost all the way out and pushes it back in. Jeongguk jerks and shivers.

“I will,” the older man promises, “now that I know how well you take it. How pretty you look. I didn’t know that you wanted me like this.”

“I do,” Jeongguk moans because there is nothing he wants more. “I’ve been practising - uhn," he hiccups, "just for you” he continiues to entice and at the small of his back, he feels Taehyung’s cock pulse. “Fuck me tomorrow,” he demands and from where they’re hooked over Taehyung’s knees his thighs start to shake.

Taehyung slides the toy in and out. He groans.

“I’ve always wanted to, but I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I want it, I’ll be so good. So good for you, you’ll see. Oh - mmhn,” Jeongguk babbles, “oh, oh, please.”

Jeongguk chokes, the pressure he feels in his abdomen feels phenomenal and he cries at the pleasure sparking up his spine. He cock shoots cum up his abdomen and he thinks some of it even lands on his cheek.

In the aftermath, Jeongguk unhooks his legs and weakly slides down and off Taehyung’s body. He ends up with his cheek pressed against Taehyung’s hot, pulsing length and his mouth waters. He mouths at it weakly, desperate to have the man inside him in any way that he can.

When Taehyung pushes the waistband of his own trousers down to gently feed him his cock, Jeongguk almost cries in relief.

“Careful now,” Taehyung warns when Jeongguk almost chokes himself trying to get more of it down his throat. Jeongguk doesn’t listen, he swallows around the older man’s intimidating girth and drools over the inches he can’t get inside.

“I’m close,” Taehyung grits out. He tugs gently at Jeongguk’s hair to warn him to pull back but at the first tug, Jeongguk makes a hurt noise and he quickly moves his hand to rub at Jeongguk’s cheekbone instead.

“You want me to cum in your mouth, beautiful?”

Jeongguk nods around his cock. His hole flutters over the dildo that’s still half inside him. It’s not turning him on, not exactly, but it’s a comfort to have something there, stretching him out as he works Taehyung with his mouth.

He thinks if he can’t get Taehyung inside him where he wants him most, then he wants to at least have him like this.

Taehyung’s knees lock and he lets out a low moan. Jeongguk’s senses flood with his scent and the salty, bitter taste of him. He adores it.

When Taehyung’s cock is spent, Jeongguk mindlessly nuzzles at it for a long while. He suckles gently at the tip, mindful of the sensitivity and tongues at the silky skin. Taehyung's more of a grower, not a shower, but even when soft, he’s almost a good six inches.

It’s just so, so pretty. Jeongguk licks at the vein and Taehyung laughs.

“I won’t be able to cum again any time soon, Guk-ah.”

“That’s okay,” he says, and he means it. “I just wanna feel you.”

Taehyung gives him a fond look and pets him as he continues to suckle. Jeongguk kisses the freckle he finds hidden at the underside, moves his head to rest of Taehyung’s other thigh and begins to explore the other side of him too.

He dozes a little. At one point, Taehyung shifts and then, he feels the toy get slipped the rest of the way out of him. He furrows his brow, displeased. Then Taehyung is lying back down, running soothing fingers through his hair and everything is alright again.

They fall asleep like that, with Jeongguk’s head resting on the crease of Taehyung’s hip and with Taehyung's hands tugging gently at his hair. Jeongguk's fingers stay splayed over Taehyung’s cock and his thumb presses against its root. It’s nice.

When Jeongguk wakes up, he’s so horny he feels like he could cry with it.

He thinks he does a little. In the back of his mind, he notices that he’s in his pyjamas and the bed has been tidied. Taehyung must have woken up a little earlier and had cleaned them both up.

None of that really registers though because Taehyung had also slicked up three of his fingers and they’re now teasing at his entrance. Jeongguk’s hole is still a little puffy, a little sore from the toy they had been using earlier on, but Jeongguk doesn’t care because the look in Taehyung’s eyes means he’s finally going to fuck him.

“You awake?” Taehyung asks, pressing a little harder with the tips of his fingers. Jeongguk keens.

“You were driving me crazy earlier. Humping into the bed and calling out for me to fuck you,” Taehyung chides playfully.

He moves Jeongguk up his body so that they’re lying chest to chest, his fingers move in even deeper. They slide in with almost no resistance. Taehyung adds in another finger and that goes in smoothly too. Jeongguk thinks he might have been fingering him open even before Jeongguk had fully woken up and he moans at the thought.

“Must’ve been having some nice dreams, huh Guk-ah?”

Jeongguk doesn’t even have it in him to be embarrassed about the fact. He doesn’t remember his dreams but he knows what he wants, now that he’s awake.

He is desperate for Taehyung to be inside him, it feels like the wanting from all the times he’d spent thinking about this moment has reached its breaking point and the result of it is taking over all of his senses.

“Please fuck me,” he breathes. He doesn’t know anything else.

Taehyung chuckles and his voice is dark and full of promise.

“Hands and knees,” he orders. Jeongguk scrambles to comply.

Taehyung starts to slick himself up and when Jeongguk looks back he’s glistening. Taehyung’s whole cock is drenched with lube and it looks heavy and delicious in his hand.

He rubs the wet tip against Jeongguk’s entrance and Jeongguk feels himself flutter around it as he tries to suck Taehyung inside. The older man rubs against him over and over again, spreads more of the lube across his hole and it feels like a shock of electricity every time he catches at the younger man’s rim.

A few minutes more and Jeongguk cries out loud, tense and overwhelmed from the anticipation. His arms wobble and he falls into them.

“Please,” he begs a little angry at the tease, his voice is a little wet. “Don’t be mean. I need it so bad.”

Sounding as if he’s coming out from a trance of his own, Taehyung apologises. “Sorry, sorry. You just, wow, Jeongguk. You look so good. I can’t believe this is actually happening.”

He bends down to land a sweet kiss Jeongguk’s tailbone and Jeongguk forgives him.

When Taehyung rises back up, he also slips a pillow under Jeongguk’s hips and pushes him down until Jeongguk’s weight is splayed across it, rather than resting on his knees.

“Just in case,” he says and Jeongguk is confused up until the moment Taehyung finally pushes his cockhead inside him and Jeongguk feels his legs turn to jelly.

“Oh,” he cries, his voice wobbles.

Taehyung pushes into him slowly, and even with all the lube and the prep, it burns. He’s definitely thicker than anything Jeongguk has ever had inside him.

It feels amazing.

His dick is so big. Jeongguk feels him pressing up against all the parts inside him, feels him forcibly carve a space for himself deep inside Jeongguk’s body. When they get halfway, where Taehyung is thickest, Jeongguk feels his eyes roll back a little at how good the pressure feels.

He moans and Taehyung pauses.

Jeongguk can feel him shaking and feels his heart swell as he realises how much the other man has to have been holding back to push in at such a glacial pace.

“Still okay?” Taehyung gasps. Jeongguk feels a drop of the other man’s sweat fall onto the small of his back.

“So okay,” Jeongguk breathes. His dick is so hard and as Taehyung pushes in a bit further he feels it drool. The pillow he’s on is going to be ruined.

Finally, he feels Taehyung bottom out. “Fuck,” Jeongguk whispers feeling a little like he’s having an out of body experience. The other man is so big that having him inside him feels like a permanent pressure on his prostate and it’s driving him insane.

His skin tingles everywhere and Jeongguk feels a little light headed. They haven’t even really started fucking yet. “Mnng, you’re so big,” he whines. 

Taehyung leans over him, presses his chest to Jeongguk’s back and nuzzles into Jeongguk’s neck. He sounds drugged.

“You doing so good,” he praises. “It’s so warm inside you, and you’re holding onto me so tight.”

Taehyung moves his hips back a scant inch and then snaps them forward, like he can’t help it. Jeongguk gasps. His ass feel stuffed to bursting.

He feels like he could cum at any moment.

Taehyung grinds in again. He’s heavy and hot and Jeongguk feels his muscles flutter around the intrusion. Every twitch sends sparks directly to his dick and he’s left lightheaded with how good he's feeling.

He suddenly realises that drooling into the sheets. “Tae,” he gasps when the man snaps his hips again, “gonna cum”.

He can’t manage much more. Every time Tae snaps his hips all he manages are a few stuttering ‘ahs’ and then he’s screaming his release into the pillows.

Taehyung fucks him through it. His release loosens up his muscles enough that each thrust goes in deeper and deeper.

The fleshy head of Taehyung’s cock rakes over his prostate again and again. Feeling it draws out his orgasm enough that by the time Jeongguk comes out the other side, he’s already hard again. His cock his messy and wet. Its tip is red and there’s a stubborn string of pearly white that hangs onto it.

“So beautiful,” Taehyung murmurs into Jeongguk’s shoulder. “You cum so pretty for me.”

Jeongguk shivers. He’s so sensitive and his whole body feels like one giant nerve.

He grasps at Taehyung’s hand, pulls it to his lips and suckles on his fingers. He just knows that he wants more of Taehyung inside him. “Break me,” he slurs around the digits. “Break me and make me yours.”

Taehyung growls into his ear. 

“Yes,” Jeongguk sobs. He feels like he’s being split in half. It’s all he’s ever wanted.

“Mark me deep inside,” he begs, “please, I want it.”

Taehyung pulls his fingers out of Jeongguk’s mouth and uses the hand to yank Jeongguk’s head back by the hair. He attacks the younger man’s mouth with his lips and teeth. Jeongguk moans into it, can do nothing but hang there as he lets Taehyung take anything he pleases.

When Taehyung cums, he snarls his release into Jeongguk’s panting mouth.

“You’re all mine,” he hisses into the hot air between their lips.

Jeongguk’s own orgasm rips through him seconds later. It feels a thousand times better than any he's ever had before because now he’s got Taehyung’s own pulsing length inside him.

He shakes and seizes around Taehyung’s huge cock. It’s like he can’t stop. Each time he feels like he’s coming down from his high, Taehyung would nuzzle into his neck or lick into his mouth and it would set him off again.

“Tae,” he cries, he feels tears on his face. He's gasping in huge breaths for air and he feels so good it feels like he could become delirious from it. “Taetae, mhnn - hyung, I can’t stop.”

Taehyung just hums, strokes his hands down Jeongguk's flanks, keeping him calm through his shivers. He rubs a hand over he bulge of him at Jeongguk's abdomen. Presses on it. Jeongguk’s body seizes again and he whimpers. The older man brings his hand back up, interlaces their fingers next to Jeongguk’s head and the younger shudders and gasps. 

Eventually, Jeongguk’s body calms. He weakly kisses Taehyung’s palm feeling light as air.

The older man collapses on top of him, Jeongguk wheezes dramatically, but he's enjoying the feeling of being boxed in.

“Thank you,” Jeongguk mumbles into the covers, feeling so inexplicably grateful for the man currently crushing his body into the mattress.

Taehyung laughs into his hair. The sound of his tired huffs of mirth infects Jeongguk with so much joy, he finds himself giggling along with him.

An undetermined amount of time passes but Taehyung seems to gather himself enough to start to pull out. He’s so very gentle with it, but Jeongguk still whimpers at the first movement back. At the noise, Taehyung makes a soothing rumble deep inside his chest and leans over to nuzzle into Jeongguk’s hair.

“Bear with it a little babe, I know I’m crushing you like this.”

He runs his nose down the younger’s cheek, gently nips at his jaw and kisses a trail down his neck. Jeongguk blearily hangs onto his hand and soaks in the affection. Taehyung begins to pull back again and when he feels the slide, an involuntary sob falls out of the younger’s mouth.

“Oh no,” Taehyung breathes, he sounds devastated. “Baby, no, what’s wrong?”

Jeongguk’s not sure. He feels unmoored, like his rope had been cut and he’s been set adrift. All he knows is that he needs Taehyung close.

“Don’t go,” he whispers. He clutches harder at Taehyung’s large hand, noses at his fingers. Taehyung’s fingers squeeze back.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Taehyung reassures. He uses his other hand to soothe down Jeongguk’s flanks and he inches back a little more.

Instinctively, Jeongguk clamps down, trying to stop the movement.

“Don’t go,” he repeats and fresh tears gather in his eyelashes. It’s not even because he’s sore. Physically, he is fine, good even, his muscles buzz with the soothing ache of being well-used but every movement Taehyung makes leaves a hollow feeling inside him.

Taehyung had been so deep, had filled him up and carved out a space for himself inside Jeongguk’s body the most intimate of ways and he doesn’t know how he’s going to fill the void the man will be leaving behind when he’s gone. The emptiness feels like too much, he’s a little scared of it.

At his words, Taehyung makes an understanding noise.

“I’m just going to pull back enough to turn you over okay? Only a little bit more, so I can see your face properly and then I’ll be able to hold you, alright?”

More tears fall, but the thought of being held in Taehyung’s arms is nice, so he gives a small nod.

Jeongguk doesn’t know why he’s crying. He just knows that there’s an overwhelming sense of emptiness that’s growing inside him now, rushing in to fill up all the spaces Taehyung had been filling before and he doesn’t like it. But Taehyung had said that Jeongguk only needs to hold on a little longer, just until the other man can turn him onto his back without the risk of hurting him and then he’ll hold him. Jeongguk trusts that he’ll make him feel less sad.

There’s no-one he trusts more, so even though the emptiness makes him ache, Jeongguk tries his best to hold his tears back as Taehyung moves.

"That's it," Taehyung encourages, "you're doing so well." 

The words soothe him and he breathes a little easier. 

Finally, he feels Taehyung wrap an arm around his chest. He lets the man gently lift him up and turn him over so that he’s lying down on his back. Taehyung lifts Jeongguk’s up again to slide a different pillow under his hips so the younger man can be comfortable.

The younger man doesn’t care about any of that though. When the pillow slides under him, Jeongguk feels even more of the other man slip out and he weeps softly into his hands - he wants them to stay connected forever, he doesn’t understand why they can’t stay like this forever.

Jeongguk doesn’t even realise he’s saying the words out loud until Taehyung pulls his palms from his wet face to shush him.

“Don’t cry,” he soothes, brushing the tears from his cheeks. “Oh, honey, don’t be sad.”

“It feels like you’re leaving me,” Jeongguk wobbles, “I got to have all of you, and now you’re taking it away.”

At the back of his mind, he knows he’s not making much sense but he can’t help how he feels. Thankfully, Taehyung seems to understand him.

“No, never,” he vows, peppering kisses all over the other man’s face. Jeongguk lets out a wet giggle at the sensation of Taehyung’s eyelashes on his cheeks. “You will have me always, Guk, always.”

“You promise?” Jeongguk sniffles. He wraps his legs around Taehyung’s waist and hooks his arms around his neck to draw him close. When Taehyung brushes his lips over the skin of his shoulder and he gets to look into the other man’s eyes, he feels a little better.

Taehyung hums, nipping gently at the skin of his collarbones. He walks his fingertips down his chest and along the way, he brushes his thumb over Jeongguk’s nipple and the man jolts.

“I promise,” he says. He whispers more sweet words into his skin, seals them there with the press of his lips. He laves at Jeongguk’s nipple some more, uses one of his hands to massage the skin around it, makes it even more sensitive to the touch. His other hand strokes him from neck to hip, it cups his ass and finally stops to press at where they’re joined.

Jeongguk gasps. Taehyung is still moving back, but now he’s doing it by gently rolling his hips so the pull turns into just another sensation next to all the kisses.

“You’re doing so well,” Taehyung praises. “You took my cock so well, baby. We’re going to be doing this all the time.”

“Yeah?” Jeongguk asks. He wants that.

Taehyung hums his assent.

“Still okay?” Taehyung checks and Jeongguk nods. He feels floaty now, and his skin is hot and thrumming from the attention the other man had been giving him.

Taehyung smiles down at him and Jeongguk feels like he can conquer galaxies. “You’re so good to me,” he praises, leaning over to give him a slow kiss. “My beautiful baby, I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Oh,” Jeongguk breathes at the praise. Sparks are running over his skin, “oh. Mmn-Tae.”

His legs shake a little and his heart skips a few beats.

“That’s it,” Taehyung encourages and his head finally pops free. Cum and lube dribble out after him and Jeongguk whines.

Shushing him, Taehyung presses the tip of his thumb into younger’s winking, puffy hole and skirts the pad of his finger over the sensitive rim. The touch burns at the abused skin, but it also soothes the ache of the loss of Taehyung’s cock a little.

“So beautiful,” Taehyung praises when Jeongguk arches. “I love you so, so much,” he murmurs as he kisses his way down Jeongguk’s throat.

Jeongguk hums. His own hips roll in small circles as Taehyung plays with the skin of his hole. It's so sensitive to the touch and when Taehyung gives it a light smack, his whole body jerks. He does it again. 

"Nng - Tae," Jeongguk slurs, his eyelids flutter. 

Another smack, then a gentle caress. Jeongguk's back arches. 

Then Taehyung says, “now cum for me sweetheart.”

Jeongguk hadn’t even realised he had gotten hard again but at the command, his breath sighs out of him and he feels cum pulse out of his cock. The orgasm this time feels gentle, like Taehyung’s words as they feather over his skin and envelop him in their embrace. He feels warm and safe and loved.

When it’s over, there’s a small smile on his lips that won’t leave.

“Taehyungie,” he calls. The other man is too far away.

“Give me a moment,” the man says. He reaches out to grab a small towel and cleans them off.

Jeongguk endures the distance until the other man finishes and then repeats, “Taehyungie.”

His voice leaves no room for argument.

The man in question laughs before finally lying down and taking his place next to him.

“So,” Namjoon sighs, looking resigned and hopeful both, “you have a good night?”

“What?” Jeongguk replies, distracted. His eyes trail after Taehyung as the man walks from the kitchen into the living room where Jeongguk and Namjoon are sprawled on the sofa. When Taehyung passes by close enough, Jeongguk’s left hand ends up curled into the sleeve of the other man’s jumper and the older man pauses in his stride.

Jeongguk tugs at the fabric, wanting the other man to come closer.

“What’s up?” Taehyung asks as he scoops Jeongguk up and redeposits him on his lap. He noses at Jeongguk’s cheek and Jeongguk gets distracted by the dark fan of the elder’s eyelashes.

They blink at each other for a while and then Taehyung asks again, “so, what’s up?”

Taehyung is so pretty and his smile is so nice. Jeongguk’s so glad he gets to keep him forever.

There is the sound of a throat clearing and with a start, Jeongguk remembers the other man in the room. He turns back to face him and there’s a long-suffering but gentle smile on Namjoon’s face.

“I’ll take that as a yes to the good night then,” he chuckles.

Jeongguk flushes a deep red when he understands what the older man is referring to.

He thinks about how carefully Taehyung had held him, how he had been taken apart and how Taehyung had gently pieced him back together.

He’s surprised Namjoon would want to talk about something so intimate, but Namjoon has always been much more open than him.

Taehyung kisses his forehead and uses his hands to cup Jeongguk’s glowing cheeks.

"I'd say we had a pretty good night." Taehyung replies. Namjoon gags. Jeongguk squeaks, flushing even deeper. 

Looking down at the man in his lap Taehyung asks, "wouldn't you?" 

At the question, Jeongguk giggles and, feeling shy, he pushes his face into Taehyung’s neck.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” he whispers into the skin there. Taehyung throws his head back and laughs, loud and long. 

Namjoon boggles at him, but Jeongguk is too distracted by Taehyung to notice.