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Sighing, Taehyung re-reads the same paragraph he’s already re-read three times, trying in vain to block out the sounds coming from above his head. The near-nightly rhythmic banging is back, and it’s far too late and far too cold for him to even attempt to walk to the library. So he’s stuck like this: attempting to read about evoking emotions through shadowing while his boyfriend fucks someone else a floor above.
And yes, he said boyfriend. Just thinking of the term makes him giddy.
After their first date three months ago, Taehyung and Jeongguk quickly discovered that they wanted more. More nights out, more nights in, more 2 AM convenience store ramyeon runs, more, more more. They couldn’t get enough of each other. Still can’t, really.
And it’s not even because of the sex! Something that’s managed to surprise a “thirsty bitch”--at least according to Jimin--such as himself. Because him and Jeongguk haven’t really had any sex since that first hookup from what feels like ages ago. Really, it’s been pretty innocent, beyond a few heated makeout sessions.
A voice in the back of his head wonders if its because Jeongguk is getting his sex elsewhere. But he shakes the thought away, even as the banging upstairs starts up again.
Which...is another thing. Taehyung has managed to convince himself that his boyfriend, his sweet, doe-eyed boyfriend, is an escort. To him, there’s no other explanation for the nightly pounding noises. It would also explain all the other things he’s witnessed. Like walking in on Jeongguk doing a full face of makeup one night. Or the roll-on body glitter on the boy’s desk.
Of course Jeongguk provided sufficient excuses for both of those things, but Taehyung has always been good at seeing through lies. He has a sixth sense for this stuff. Even if Jimin doesn’t agree.
Like now, for example.
“Wait, wait, tell me about the makeup thing again.” Jimin’s tinny voice says through the speakers of Taehyung’s phone. Giving up on reading for the night, Taehyung figured that if it was too cold to walk to Jimin’s dorm (they were getting at least a foot of snow overnight after all), then the next best thing would be to Facetime him. That way at least he can partially distract himself from the sounds of his boyfriend sleeping with someone else.
Rolling his eyes, Taehyung recounts the entire event again for his skeptical best friend:
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One week ago
“Gukkie! Open up! Hyung brought you lunch~” he sing-songs through the door, knuckles rapping on the wood to the beat of his words. He has a brown paper bag full of two sandwiches from the little campus cafe him and Jeongguk love, ready to feed his stressed out boyfriend because he knows he hasn’t.
The younger boy has been stressing out over a paper due in one of his art classes, what he’d described as a “twelve page monstrosity that needs to have at least five references”. Needless to say, Taehyung and the looming deadline of his thirty page, twelve reference minimum paper both kept their mouths shut. Suffering doesn’t need to be a competition. Even if Taehyung is winning. Or losing. Whichever way you’d like to view it.
And so throughout the past few days he’s made it a habit of stopping by with food. Not only because he knows what it’s like to be stressed and bogged down with schoolwork--he doesn’t know how many nights during finals he ends up just consuming half a banana and six coffees--but he also cares about the younger a great deal and wants to do whatever he can to help.
“O-oh. You should’ve texted first, Tae.” is what greets him in the crumbly paint doorway of Jeongguk’s dorm. Not exactly the greeting his expected, quite at odds with the grateful smile and kiss he got yesterday too, but it’s still a greeting. Even if it has a tinge of embarrassment to it.
Speaking of, he should probably stop staring down at the sandwiches and into his boyfriend’s face instead. He gets shy when it comes to Jeongguk, sue him.
The sight that he gets when he does manage to look up makes his breath lodge behind his tonsils.
“Jeongguk-ah...are you...wearing makeup?” He forces out on one and half breaths of air, feeling suddenly like he’s floating. Because Jeongguk is a vision .
The boy has highlighted cheeks and filled in eyebrows. Fake lashes and liner. Red?! Lipstick artfully applied and cheekbones carved with a technique that could have only taken years to master. His boy, his cutiepie. Looks like a fucking god . And Taehyung is so gay and so screwed and the scariest bit in love.
He manages to snap out of his rose-petal love trance when Jeongguk turns tail and practically runs into his room, diving into his bed and burying probably hours of cosmetic work into his cotton sheets.
“Jeongguk? Baby?” flies out of his mouth almost on reflex, and the sandwich bag gets tossed haphazardly on a desk covered in so many makeup products it makes him a little dizzy. Kicking his shoes off, he slams the door shut behind him and hesitantly worms his way onto the covers beside a shaking Jeongguk.
Taehyung doesn’t quite comprehend what’s going on until he hears a sniffle, and then its with an internal alarm blaring to life that he realizes his precious baby lovebug is CRYING.
Barely sparing a second thought, Taehyung manages to wheedle his arms around the younger boy, pulling him into his chest as much as their position allows.
He tries asking different variations of “What’s wrong?” and “Baby?” and some “Tell me what’s wrong” pleaded more than asked, for extra pizazz, but none garner a response. Instead, he resigns himself to the painful fate of listening to Jeongguk cry it out, hoping against hope that the boy gives some inclination of the problem once he’s calmed down.
For now, Taehyung lets his thoughts race. Why is Jeongguk wearing makeup? Didn’t he have a paper to write? Although when he considers it, the thumping noises have been pretty consistent the past few days. If anything it seems like they’re happening even more often than usual. Maybe Jeongguk’s picked up more shifts (?) Are there even shifts with that sort of thing? More clients (?).
It is getting closer to the holidays. Maybe Jeongguk is working more to save more money for presents? Maybe that’s actually why he’s been so stressed lately, not even his paper? But wouldn’t having sex help relieve that stress? Unless it doesn’t because its with strangers?
A quiet, sad-sounding “Sorry” snaps him out of it, and he cranes his neck as much as he can to gape at his boyfriend, face-to face.
“Sorry? Why are you sorry Gukkie?” He asks, genuinely confused. For a real hot second he thinks Jeongguk is about to reveal his entire sordid backstory to him, escorting and all, but that idea is quickly thrown out the window along with his heart.
“Sorry that you had to see...this” Jeongguk whispers, making a vague gesture at his face with big sad eyes to complement it, “I know it’s weird.”
The younger boy’s mouth is still moving, spewing more nonsense, but Taehyung has had enough. With quick reflexes he manages to snap a hand over Jeongguk’s mouth, only feeling the slightest bit bad at the lipstick he feels smudging over his palm.
“Jeon Jeongguk don’t say another word.” He says sternly, ignoring Jeongguk’s wide surprised eyes for the time being. It’s so easy to get lost in them. And right now he’s trying to make a point ™ .
“It’s not weird Jeongguk”, he starts. And seeing (and feeling) that the boy is about to protest, continues on, this time even louder, “It’s not! A lot of guys use cosmetics here Gukkie, just look at all the idols! Maybe not as intensely as this…” he gestures at Jeongguk’s now blushing face, “But they still do. Plus, how can something so beautiful be weird?” he tacks on, voice dipping into a whisper.
Panic courses through him when Jeongguk’s eyes tear up again, but his fears are quickly squashed when two strong arms wrap around him.
Smiling, he happily returns the hug, rubbing a hand up and down Jeongguk’s shaking shoulders in an effort to soothe.
For a while neither of them say anything, content to relax in each other’s embrace. But of course Taehyung’s ever-racing mind can never quite stay silent.
If Jeongguk was doing his makeup, he thinks, possibly for work, doesn’t that mean he has a client coming soon? And Taehyung’s here?! Oh god he can’t be here, he can’t let Jeongguk’s clients see him! He would never forgive himself if he made his boyfriend lose business!
“W-wait Gukkie am I interrupting your work?!” He blurts, effectively cutting off Jeongguk’s crying but also effectively serving to confuse the boy too.
“Work?” Jeongguk croaks, clearing his throat and rubbing his eyes, pouting adorably when he realizes he smudged his eyeliner.
The observation makes Taehyung feel even worse, “And I made you mess up your makeup! Oh god when is your client coming! Shouldn’t you fix that?”
Ignoring Jeongguk’s confused questions Taehyung gathers up his things, practically bolting out of the door with a goodbye thrown over his shoulder.
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Present day
Taehyung is ready to revoke Jimin’s best friend card. The other boy has been laughing at him for ten minutes straight now. Apparently he finds the time Taehyung almost ruined his boyfriend’s business to be hilarious.
“So, let me get this right,” Jimin huffs out, breathless, “You once again, assumed Jeongguk was an escort, bolted out of his room after confusing the poor boy to death, and then what? Just never mentioned it again?”
Taehyung pouts. When Jimin relays it it sounds crazy. But he swears he isn’t crazy!
“Yes...the next day I had proper lunch with Gukkie and he tried asking what I meant. I can’t believe I just let it slip like that! This whole time i’ve been keeping myself from saying anything because I don’t want to risk embarrassing him or making him open up about it too soon, and then I go and almost reveal everything.”
Taehyung isn’t even looking at his phone screen but he just knows Jimin is rolling his eyes at him.
“Tae. Hyung. Jeongguk isn’t an escort oh my fucking god!” He shouts so loud Taehyung has to pull his phone away from his face with a wince.
“How do you know?!” he shouts right back.
Jimin sighs, but thankfully stops yelling, “Taehyungie...you guys have been together a while now. Why can’t you just ask him outright instead of making up crazy theories.” and seeing on his friend’s face his stubbornness, Jimin sighs and changes the subject, “You know what? Fine, I won’t push it. But, how did you even get Jeongguk to stop asking what you meant?”
Taehyung lights up a little, feeling grateful that the subject was dropped for the time being, “Oh that? I just asked him about the makeup again. I asked if he does it for fun. And he says he does! That he likes practicing looks to try and relax himself from school stress. But, I don’t believe him.”
“Of course you don’t.” Jimin mutters, and that’s the last straw for Taehyung.
“Goodnight Jimin-ssi!” He barks out, pressing the bright red ‘end call’ button while Jimin yells protests in the background.
Sighing to himself, Taehyung rolls his eyes again. Is his theory really that crazy? Why can’t Jimin just believe him? He’s supposed to be his best friend isn’t he?
With a pout, Taehyung checks the time on his phone screen, the white letters reading 1:35 AM, and winces. He didn’t know it got so late. And considering he has an 8 AM exam tomorrow, he should really get to bed.
So he does, but it takes him another two hours to fall asleep.
Jeongguk works really late, it seems.
~~~
It all comes to a head a week later. All of Taehyung thoughts, theories, speculations. They’re all confirmed right for one tiny fraction of a second, before blowing up right in his face.
With Jeongguk’s ‘paper from hell’ finally handed in, and Taehyung’s own sitting half-completed in his documents folder, AND with final exams looming on the horizon, the pair of them figured there was no better time to hang out and relieve some stress.
Or, well, relieve it as much as possible, considering they haven’t gone farther than heated kisses, handjobs, and one very toothy and bitey blowjob courtesy of Jeongguk himself.
Which Taehyung is fine with. He swears he is. Jeongguk has quickly become his favorite person ever (don’t tell Jimin, he values his balls thank you very much), so Taehyung will very happily and willingly wait until the other is ready. Even if it seems like its taking eons.
The two times their little sweaty sheet sessions have ever gotten anywhere close to some dick meets butt action, Jeongguk has blushed from his hair to his toes and shyly asked if they could wait. And Taehyung would rather deep fry and eat his own left nipple than deny the boy anything, most of all that .
What Jimin’s dubbed as ‘the crazy part of his brain’ always wonders why Jeongguk is so shy when it comes to going all the way with him when the boy definitely goes all the way with his clients, but Taehyung figures they must be different to him. Maybe it’s scarier when its someone you have feelings for?
Lack of penetrative sex and potential secret career as an escort notwithstanding, Taehyung finds himself in a state of surprise when he opens the door to Jeongguk’s dorm that afternoon. He’s taken to the habit of not knocking as of late, Jeongguk mirroring it whenever he stops by Taehyung’s dorm room instead. And so he figured it was fine.
Still, he can’t hide his emotions when opening the door reveals a red-faced Jeongguk hastily stuffing a lacy red lingerie set back into his tiny wardrobe.
He’s stupefied to say the least. Even though he knows he should have expected this. He has been suspecting Jeongguk of living a secret double life for what? Months now? But seeing such concrete evidence with his own two eyes, verses hearing it, has frozen him into a state of disbelief.
All the other instances, the banging, the roll on glitter, the makeup. It could all be explained away. This though? Is a little harder for his brain to rationalize.
He doesn’t know what to make of the slightly guilty look on Jeongguk’s face, either.
“Taehyung I--” Jeongguk tries, but the older cuts him off as fast as he can, hand up and head shaking.
“No, no, Gukkie its okay. You don’t...need to explain. Your work life is separate from your personal life right?”
Taehyung doesn’t expect the confusion on Jeongguk’s face.
“W-work life?” He stutters out and Taehyung sighs. Guess they’re finally having this conversation. A part of him is relieved to finally be able to get his boyfriend’s side of things. The other, much bigger part is terrified. What if Jeongguk realizes he can’t balance both aspects of his life and breaks up with him? What if he’s so embarrassed he never speaks to Taehyung again? He won’t be able to take that.
Sitting down gingerly onto the younger’s bed, Taehyung pats the space beside him, watching the still-confused boy join him easily enough.
“Jeongguk-ah. I know about your job.” Taehyung states matter-of-factly, tone leaving no room for argument.
Jeongguk still tries though, “Job?! What job? I don’t have a job!” he shouts incredulously, turning to Taehyung with wide eyes.
Taehyung is at a loss, really. The way Jeongguk is talking, his tone. It sounds like he’s telling the truth. But how can he be?
“Y-yes you do!” Taehyung insists, “T-the--” and cuts himself off, gesturing over at Jeongguk’s open closet instead, bony finger pointing at the incriminating red lace.
Jeongguk follows his eyeline but only gapes further, “The what ? Taehyungie hyung?” he asks, voice shaking. It only confuses Taehyung further. Why does the younger boy sound so scared? Is it because he knows Taehyung knows his secret?
“The escorting!” Taehyung blurts, looking up at the ceiling in an attempt to avoid Jeongguk’s gaze. It’s for moot though, since the boy gently guides it back down, fingers wrapped lightly around his chin.
The giggle Jeongguk lets out surprises him, but he still waits for him to speak.
“Tae...why in the world do you think i’m an escort?” He laughs, like just verbalizing the idea is too much for him, too far-fetched.
Taehyung, embarrassingly, feels himself start to blush. “B-because...practically every night since this semester started i’ve had to listen to banging coming from your room. And--, and”
“And your first thought was that I had to be an escort?” Jeongguk finishes, gaping at him with red cheeks. Taehyung feels like an idiot. He really should have listened to Jimin and just asked earlier. Not almost three months into their relationship.
“And not only that--” Jeongguk continues, still ranting while he stands, pacing back and forth, “This entire time you’ve thought I was an escort, but still dated me?!”
Taehyung shrugs, shyly meeting Jeongguk’s gaze, the boy stopping a few inches in front of him. He has to crane his head up to look at him, and has never felt smaller.
“Yes…?” he responds, sounding more like a question than a confirmation, “I just like you a lot Gukkie and I wasn’t going to let your job affect my feelings. I figured you’d tell me eventually and stuff.” he finishes lamely, caving as he looks back down at his hands, picking at the nail beds anxiously.
Waiting for a response, he’s more than shocked when he gets a hard kiss on the lips instead, Jeongguk climbing into his lap during it.
“I-, what?” Taehyung manages to breathe out moments later, dazed and the slightest bit turned on.
Jeongguk giggles at his expression, bunny teeth on show while he smiles, “I lo-” he cuts off, eyes widening when he catches himself, “I like you a lot Taehyungie. I knew you were a good boyfriend but wow. Even if i’m not an escort…” his words catch slightly around a laugh, “The fact that you would have still accepted me and supported me says a lot.”
“I just like you.” Taehyung mumbles, shrugging again. He breaks into his own fit of giggles when he’s bowled over onto the mattress, Jeongguk pressing ticklish little kisses all over his face until he’s forced to push him away.
“So wait, if you’re not an escort...why’s it always sound like you’re up here fucking like five times a day?” Taehyung asks a little later, Jeongguk cuddled up to his chest. He loves the cute blush that spreads across the younger’s cheeks, but definitely doesn’t love the boy wiggling out of his embrace.
“No come back…” he whines, making grabby hands that Jeongguk laughs at. But he silences him with a raised hand and...oddly enough, sits at his desk?
Taehyung sits up to see him better, eyebrows raised while he tries to understand what his boyfriend is doing. After a few moments, Jeongguk hasn’t done anything out of the ordinary, the only thing changing is him bobbing his leg under the rickety desk.
“I don’t get what i’m supposed to be looking for right now.” he admits, pouting when Jeongguk huffs a little.
“Look!” he insists, shaking and raising his leg harder, the entire desk shaking with the rhythm, starting to bang against his wall. And oh. Taehyung gets it now.
“Wait!” he exclaims, gesturing wildly, “You mean to tell me that this entire time i’ve thought you were having crazy loads of sex up here, it was just your restless legs?!”
Jeongguk gets up after his yelling, joining him back on the bed to wrap a still shocked Taehyung into his arms. His shoulders are shaking, and Taehyung fears he’s crying again, but it dissipates when he hears the cackles that only mean Jeongguk is laughing his hardest.
Taehyung can’t help joining him, laughing so hard his eyes tear up.
Between gasps and laughs Jeongguk forces out “I’m a virgin Taehyungie!” and “I can’t believe you thought I was some sex god!”
Calmed down, Taehyung counters him back, “I thought maybe you were lying!”
Jeongguk gapes around a grin, turning quickly into a smirk, “Wow was I that good?” and Taehyung quickly tries to school in his features, a faint memory of teeth jabbing into his dick making a comeback in his mind.
Still, Jeongguk reads him like a book and winces, cheeks pinking again. Taehyung tsks, pressing a kiss to the warmed skin, “I don’t care if you’re inexperienced Gukkie. Now that I know you are for sure,” at this the pair laughs a little again, “It doesn’t change how I feel about you.”
Jeongguk nods, smiling a little now, and leans in to kiss his lips. Then, clearing his throat, his eyes flit around the room, refusing to land back on Taehyung. “So um. About the lingerie....” he starts, clamming up right after.
Taehyung smirks though, wanting to tease the adorable boy a little. He feels like a weight has been lifted off his chest now. The cat is out of the bag. Even though it was never in there to begin with, but semantics.
“Oh? Was that going to be a surprised for me Gukkie?” He sing-songs, getting his confirmation in the form of bright red cheeks and a shy smile.
Jeongguk still nods though, fingers pulling at the loose threads of his blankets, “Yes...but maybe not today?”
Taehyung nods back. “Sure baby, why don’t we just cuddle and laugh at my expense some more?” He jokes, Jeongguk giggling along.
They settle down together, Taehyung recounting all the past times he thought he had “evidence” against Jeongguk’s secret life.
“I was wondering why you kept mentioning ‘clients’” Jeongguk laughs, Taehyung joining in.
Then, later, while the pair is about to fall into a late afternoon nap, Taehyung groans. “Oh god Jimin is never going to let me live this down!”
Jeongguk can only give a breathless chuckle as comfort.
~~~
Taehyung senses something different in the air this afternoon. For one, when Jeongguk let him into his dorm, his nose was promptly choke-slammed with the scent of vanilla. Confusion followed, until he took in all the candles scattered around the room. Plus the lights were dimmed and the curtain covering the singular tiny window was drawn shut.
Now, Taehyung isn’t an idiot. No matter what Jimin or his fifth grade demon of a teacher have said. He’s seen enough movies and, --though he’d sooner die than admit it--, read enough romance manhwa to know what’s happening here.
Jeongguk shyly pressing him into his bed is also a good indicator though.
He barely gets out a garbled “Gukkie?” before Jeongguk’s tongue is in his mouth, and he decides to turn his thoughts off and just feel for a while.
Things progress in a similar style as their past makeout sessions. At least he thinks they are.
They’re both shirtless at this point, which is typical. The usually get too sweaty --and are both a bit too fond of each other’s naked chests-- that whenever they fool around it doesn’t take very long for their tops to come off. However, his thoughts are promptly shattered when Jeongguk starts slowly unbuttoning Taehyung’s jeans.
He grabs the younger’s hands in surprise, pulling back to get a good look at his face, maybe see what he’s thinking. It rewards him a view of a bashful Jeongguk pouting from his actions being stopped.
“Gukkie...we never go this far. Are you sure? Maybe we should talk about it?” He offers, Jeongguk’s experience, or more so the lack thereof making him want to pause things for a bit. The last thing he needs is for them to get caught up and carried away and Jeongguk to somehow get hurt.
Jeongguk nods though, shocking the older into silence, “I want to Tae. We’ve waited long enough and I...I’m ready.” he says simply, face becoming a mask of determination.
Taehyung takes a few seconds to just-- gape. Realistically he knew this day was coming, especially after clearing up the whole escort misunderstanding. Even if he himself is still mortified, Jeongguk found the entire thing hilarious and still teases him daily. Plus, --although Taehyung isn’t sure how--, the whole ordeal somehow reassured Jeongguk of his feelings for him, and proved to the younger that Taehyung was in it for the long haul.
So, long story short, he really shouldn’t be so shocked. But he can’t help it okay? He’s been fantasizing about finally having sex with Jeongguk, proper, penetrative sex, since that first hookup months ago.
He doesn’t take the time to consider the implications of his silence until Jeongguk’s rambles start coming out. The horrible, self-loathing rambles Taehyung hates with his entire being. They don’t happen often, usually only on nights with too much caffeine and too much school stress, but when they do they never hesitate to break his heart into tiny pieces.
Taehyung doesn’t even give the words the opportunity to register in his mind, doesn’t even pay attention to the sentences. All he focuses on is leaning in and silencing his boyfriend with a kiss.
“Jeongguk-ah, baby, if that’s what you want then I want it too” he breathes out after pulling away, “Have been wanting it for a while actually…” he admits with red cheeks, delighting in the way Jeongguk’s entire face seems to light up at his words. Ah, there are the sparkly galaxy eyes he loves so much.
“O-oh.” Jeongguk says so quietly Taehyung barely catches it. Then, louder, he giggles, arms wrapping around Taehyung’s shoulders while he buries his face in his neck.
Taehyung, like always when in the face of Jeon Jeongguk’s cute giggles, echoes them with his own for a moment. Then the breadth of the situation hits and he gently guides Jeongguk out of his adorable hiding spot.
“When you say you’re ready Gukkie...do you mean completely, all-the-way level of...sex?” He squeaks out, hating how much his voice cracks on the last word. He’s twenty years old for fucks sake, he should be able to talk about these things without clamming up. Right?
Jeongguk holds still holds his gaze after the question, surprising Taehyung once again. Though the shade of red his cheeks turn is alarming.
“Yes.” he says with finality, “I even...bought stuff.” He admits a lot more shyly, climbing over Taehyung slightly to rifle through his bedside drawer. Taehyung blushes himself when Jeongguk settles back and tosses an unopened box of condoms and bottle of lube into his lap. Though, curiously enough, the bottle of lube is open and about half of it is gone.
Taehyung bites his cheek to ground himself, all sorts of images running through his mind. With a mental laugh he thinks how, if this happened a week ago, he would have found himself running through the multitudes of customers his boyfriend may have had. The things he would have done with them. Thankfully enough, he thinks, now all his brain conjures up is all the things Jeongguk’s done to himself.
Taehyung and his sudden half-chub don’t think that’s actually any better.
He makes a sound somewhere between ‘sexed up porn star’ and ‘scandalized elderly lady’ when his eyes land on the condom size, printed bright red on the front of the box.
“I...am flattered?” Is of course the first thing he manages to make his mouth say after an indeterminable stretch of silence. He can’t be too mad at himself for the laughter it manages to pull from his boyfriend.
Pouting, he huffs dramatically, throwing in arms crossed onto his chest for good measure, and waits for Jeongguk to stop laughing at him. It takes longer than he’d like it to.
“Sorry...sorry. Just. Wow. Tae.” Jeongguk gets out between deep breaths, “I know you wear contacts and glasses but are you sure you don’t need the prescription changed? I mean, you can see yourself right?” he teases, Taehyung’s entire body burning with a blush.
“I can!” he insists, Jeongguk smiling amusedly at him, “But XXL...is a little generous don’t you think?”
Jeongguk rolls his eyes, “No. No I don’t.” he says matter-of-factly, giving a pointed look down at Taehyung’s crotch before flitting his eyes back to his face, “We may not have had sex-sex yet but I have been all up close and personal with your...parts. I know what i’ve seen.” he says dramatically.
Taehyung lasts five seconds before the laughter busts out, and the pair falls into each other in a pile of embarrassed giggles.
Things calm down eventually though, and the kissing starts up again. Taehyung even takes up Jeongguk’s earlier actions and tugs his pants the rest of the way off, leaving him in just a pair of tight black boxers.
It isn’t until he moves to take Jeongguk’s own pants off that things stutter to a halt again.
“Wow. I...Jeongguk.” he stutters, the younger boy looking anywhere but at him. Because gray sweatpants being pulled down and off revealed the delicate red lace laying underneath.
“I told you ‘next time’ didn’t I?” Jeongguk mumbles, and Taehyung nods because yeah, he did. Except Taehyung was too busy warding off Jimin’s teasing and ‘I told you so’s’ for the past week to remember that promise.
He’s not too upset. Because what a fucking amazing surprise.
“You look beautiful Jeongguk, fuck.” He groans out, the boy snapping his head up to look at him.
“Yeah?” He whispers, eyes wide and pleased.
“Definitely. You’re so hot baby. And all mine.” Taehyung practically growls out, voice sharp as gravel and deep.
Taehyung uses Jeongguk’s moment of shyness to take his boyfriend in, and the vision makes his heart race. Redness is kissing his skin all over, concentrated on the apples of his cheeks and tips of his ears. His eyes are slightly glazed and glassy, pupils dark and dilated with arousal. Small rosey brown nipples hard, either from the cold or the mood of it all. But the very best part is the hard cock poking cutely out of the waistband of its red lace confines.
Taehyung has never felt luckier than he does now. If someone told him months ago that he’d be here right now, with the cutest boy ever beneath him, he’d laugh right in their face.
Having looked his fill, and spurred on by Jeongguk’s cute whiny “Tae…”, he gets back to it, and starts trailing kissing along the line of the younger’s body. Jeongguk arches into each one, breaths quickening until they’re more pants than anything, before crescendoing into a high pitched moan once Taehyung reaches his nipples.
Tongue poking out, he runs it over one of the cute buds while a hand trails down simultaneously. He aims for the bulge but misses by a mark, landing on Jeongguk’s upper thigh instead. But he isn’t complaining, and even takes a few moments to caress the firm muscle, the contours of skin and byproduct of hours of workouts and dance practices.
When he switches over to the other nipple, he finally readjusts his hand, moving it enough to palm Jeongguk through the fabric of the panties. Taehyung moans himself at the feeling of lace against his palm, sound vibrating against Jeongguk’s chest and making him squirm.
Soon, small whimpers start surfacing out of the younger, and Taehyung knows he should probably stop teasing before Jeongguk gets too overwhelmed. So reluctantly, he pulls away with one last suck to the now reddened bud in front of him, and moves up to lay a kiss right onto Jeongguk’s lips.
“What do you want Gukkie?” he breathes against the other’s mouth, lips tilting up into a grin when he responds with an airy “Fuck me”.
Shaky hands draw away to grab for the lube buried within the bedsheets and the now-crumpled condom box from under his own thigh. Shrugging, he rips it open, the small packets inside still intact even with the cardboard a mess, and tosses the rest onto the floor. Placing the packet onto the bedside table so it doesn’t get lost in the fray, he quickly snags the pillow that’s hanging halfway off the bed, and gently guides Jeongguk’s hips up and places it beneath him.
He takes his time removing the red lace from Jeongguk’s hips and thighs and then kisses his way back up, starting at the ankle.
By the time he makes it to Jeongguk’s cock he’s leaking, and after taking a moment to lube his fingers and warm them up, he leans down and takes the tip of the twitching skin into his mouth.
Jeongguk’s entire body jolts at the sensation, apologies leaving his lips while he tries to settle. Taehyung waves him off, having always found his boyfriend’s reaction to this more than endearing, and laps up the precum before moving off with a pop.
Eyes on Jeongguk’s face, Taehyung gently spreads his legs open as far as they’ll go, marveling a bit over his boyfriend’s flexibility. Seeming to read his thoughts, Jeongguk smirks up at him --smug for a second--, before it drops away into a gasp.
“Okay?” Taehyung croaks out, fingertip slowly tracing the furled skin of Jeongguk’s opening. He knows Jeongguk told him he wants this, but a big part of Taehyung needs to hear it at least once more for the time being.
“Y-yes. Please.” The younger stutters out, and with that, Taehyung presses in.
Jeongguk’s tight, so, so tight, but still opens around the first digit easily enough. It takes Taehyung barely a handful of minutes before he’s working in a second finger, though this one is a bit harder for Jeongguk to handle.
“S-slow.” Jeongguk whimpers out, Taehyung’s stomach dipping in worry for a second. But Jeongguk, knowing him, is quick to run a hand through his hair in reassurance. Taehyung leans into the feeling, fingers frozen inside Jeongguk’s heat.
“It’s just...been a while.” Jeongguk continues on while the seconds tick by, chest rising and falling slowly in an attempt to relax.
Taehyung finds a smirk making its way onto his face despite himself, “Oh? Do you do this a lot baby?” he asks, even though the half empty bottle of lube seems to speak for itself.
He watches in amusement as his boyfriend’s blush deepens another shade, laughing quietly when all he gets in response is a pout-glare mixture.
Still, the short moment of teasing helps distract Jeongguk enough for him to relax.
Things become more of an uphill battle after the second finger, the younger not accustomed to the length of Taehyung’s digits, let alone four of them inside instead of three. But Taehyung was determined to not stop at the third, knowing his... size . He figured overpreparing Jeongguk would be worlds better than under-preparing anyways.
Except it becomes apparent later on when a condom-clad Taehyung is slowly starting to press in, that even four fingers wasn’t nearly enough.
He hates the pained whimpers Jeongguk lets out, and even offers for them to stop, either to stretch him more or stop altogether and try another day. Offers for them to maybe start with toys and work up to something his size. But Jeongguk is stubborn and near-demands that he continues.
So Taehyung does, even if the way Jeongguk’s tight heat wraps around him makes him want to thrust in all in one go. Even if the way tears are slowly leaking from the corners of Jeongguk’s eyes make his heart ache .
It takes several kisses placed on every inch of skin he can find coupled with a hand around Jeongguk’s cock and a tongue on his nipple for him to slowly, glacially, relax.
By the time Taehyung’s halfway in he’s sweating buckets, and the boy beneath him isn’t much better. But a primal part of Taehyung loves it. Especially when him flattening slightly to kiss Jeongguk’s lips makes their chests slide together, sweat mingling and mixing on their skin.
When he’s finally, finally , fully seated they sigh almost in unison.
After a last lick to the hickey he left, Taehyung moves out of the crook between Jeongguk’s neck and shoulder to meet his eyes.
Jeongguk smiles up at him, slightly strained but still so incredibly beautiful, and stares up at him with eyes that hold the stars. Taehyung mirrors his expression easily, wondering if he looks as lovestruck as he feels.
The thought only rests on his mind a moment before Jeongguk’s wiping it away with his lips, surging up and pressing Taehyung’s between his own. A “move” gets whispered against them and Taehyung does, slowly rolling his hips back and forth, --barely an inch--, over and over again.
The small movements help the younger adjust, body relaxing back into the sweat-damp sheets as he does. Through half-lidded eyes Taehyung admires him, taking in the straining muscles of his neck on, the sweaty muss of his bangs, the pouty lower lip swollen red from bunny teeth biting into them.
The wash of affection that runs over him makes his next thrust hit harder than the previous, and for a second he worries. But the answering moan he gets back settles him enough to do it again. Jeongguk’s eyes open from where they were squinted shut, and he pants up at him while two muscled arms wrap over his shoulders.
The movement tugs him down slightly, and the angle works wonders. Jeongguk bucks up under him, back arching while Taehyung’s head rubs over his prostate, igniting a fire within him on each thrust. Quickening his hips, Taehyung increases his speed, hitting harder, faster, deeper than before.
“T-Tae!” Jeongguk keens, the first real word spoken between them for the last however long. To Taehyung it feels like it’s been hours. But maybe he’s just mixing wishes with reality again.
Groaning at the way Jeongguk’s muscles clench around him, Taehyung has only a moment to revert his gaze from the cracked ceiling --locked there in an effort to not lose it too soon-- back down to boy beneath him. Their eyes meet one more time before Jeongguk’s slam shut and he cums between them, untouched and beautiful, the most beautiful thing Taehyung’s seen in his entire life.
After that it’s as if he’s an unmanned car speeding its way towards the cliff with no one in it to stomp on the breaks. One more thrust and he’s there: hurtling himself into the sea.
What could have been Jeongguk’s name in some ancient, neanderthalian period of time garbles out of his mouth while he spills into the condom. His thrusts slow to a stop, and he pulls out, knowing out of both experience, --that he tries to forget--, and basic human courtesy, that jeongguk must be more than uncomfortable and oversensitive by now.
Sweaty hands wrench off the latex from his softening skin, throwing it towards Jeongguk’s wastebasket. By the luck of something, (a god maybe, dark magic definitely), it lands perfectly inside, and he’s able to flop into a sweaty heap beside the younger with one less worry on his mind.
His muscles scream at him while he does it, but he still makes himself roll over onto his side, wanting to see Jeongguk’s face more than anything in that moment. What he gets is the tired smile of one sweaty and fucked out Jeon Jeongguk beaming at him. The cramp in his thigh was well worth it.
“How are you feeling?” He asks, and wow. Okay. His voice sounds as if he’s a geriatric two-packs-per-day smoker of 95 years. Yikes.
He finds consolation in the fact that Jeongguk’s voice isn’t much better, “Good. Great. Um, yeah.” the younger responds shyly, cheeks pinkening up under Taehyung’s watchful gaze.
“Yeah? So...it was good then? Even...with the pain?” Taehyung asks, shy himself now. He braces himself for Jeongguk’s response, but gets a mouth pressed to his instead.
“It was amazing Taehyungie. Really.” Jeongguk gushes after their kiss, and the way his eyes sparkle lets Taehyung know with startling surety that he’s telling the truth.
“Cool.” He responds lamely, setting off a laughing fit between the two.
Later, after a cramped dorm shower shared between them, and Taehyung squeezing his ‘Phat, with a ph’ (Jimin’s words, not his) ass into a pair of Jeongguk’s sweatpants, the two of them settle down onto fresh sheets and cuddle.
Sleepy sentences are shared between them, even sweeter kisses matched. They’re both almost about to drift off when it happens.
‘It’ being loud banging from the floor above Jeongguk’s dorm. The fourth floor.
It’s loud. It’s slow. Rhythmic even. Taehyung’s eyes widen.
“Is that what my banging sounded like?” Jeongguk slurs from his perch on Taehyung’s chest, a hand rising up to lazily point at his ceiling.
Taehyung clears his throat before answering, “No” he croaks. And its the truth. Those sounds? Definitely sex. Now that he has something to compare it to, there’s no disputing it. The sounds Jeongguk made were way too fast and erratic. Taehyung feels like an idiot.
“D’you think he’s an escort too?” Jeongguk drawls with a smirk, Taehyung gaping at him before grabbing a pillow and gently smacking him with it.
“I just gave you the dicking of your life ! Be nicer to me!” He commands, punctuating each word with a soft, pillowy hit.
Jeongguk giggles at him, hands shoving him away between laughs. Eventually, Taehyung gives in and calms down, laying back beside a now breathless Jeongguk.
He’s about ready to forgive the younger for his mean, mean , words, when he speaks again.
“Also...of my life is a little generous don’t you think? I mean...isn’t there always room for improvement?” He adds in an effort to tease, though Taehyung’s smirk makes him drop his own.
“You’re right Gukkie...there is.” He agrees, slowly climbing over Jeongguk, “Practice makes perfect hmm?” he smirks, pinning a now-red Jeongguk to the mattress.
Dilated galaxy eyes widen.
Then the thumping above them starts all over again, and they collapse into giggles as the moment shatters.
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