Work Text:
Jungkook <3
what are you doing rn?
I just got home from work, about
to head to the gym. wbu?
did you have a good day?
it was pretty alright. boss is still an ass
did you want to do something tonight?
you can stay over if you want?
sorry I’m already tired so I don’t know if
I want to go Out out
… you could come work out with me
I’ll just come over when you’re done :)
you’ve been talking about
watching me workout forever ;)
you should come. just sit and watch
and we can pick up dinner after
and then cuddle on my couch
… you’re so hard to say no to sometimes
part of my charm, baby :)
I’ll see you in like 30 mins?
yeah, that’s good w me.
see you then <3
Taehyung has, admittedly, never been lucky with men. Or rather, he was skilled in the game of dating. And with every failed "relationship" it seemed as if he was getting himself further inside the loop of habitual romances.
never found any worth settling down for.
Enter Jungkook.
Taehyung almost drooled at his Tinder profile. The first picture was a selfie that was clearly in a car, lips puckered just slightly with his hair draped over his forehead. The second was with one of his friends, equally attractive and dimples that made Taehyung jealous. He was clearly tall, tattooed (which made Taehyung swoon), handsome, had a nice smile. Something about him struck Taehyung in some type of way. A type of way that had his heart leaping with Jungkook's first message, and his fingers buzzing as he typed a response.
He had an obsession with an initial attraction. Of the sting of a first kiss, the burn of butterflies fluttering beneath his skin, the adrenaline rush of someone figuring out how to take his clothes off, exploring what makes someone weak, how their smile is different from the rest (where their skin creases with it). It’s not that he never wanted something permanent, but why bother when there’s always someone new around the corner? And why bother when the rush of being with someone new so much ore euphoric than someone who already knew the curves of his body? The rush of the honeymoon stage outweighed any want he had for something stable.
Things changed with Jungkook.
It changed with the first kiss, of chapped lips pressed together under snow, of Jungkook’s hands on his cheeks, of his smile pressed on his lips. With a night out on Taehyung's birthday, of Jungkook and him drinking soju with Jimin at dinner, and then making out in a cab on the way back to his apartment. It changes with Jungkook meeting him outside of work with flowers, kisses on Taehyung’s jaw. With whispers of “you’re so pretty,” and FaceTime calls until they fall asleep together. And with occasional nights spent together, with Taehyung tracing Jungkook's face until he falls asleep, waking him up with kisses on the mole at the center of his nose.
It changes with Taehyung finally resisting the thoughts of another new, of another body holding his, of another smile against his lips. As time went on, he could only see Jungkook with him, only Jungkook kissing him and only Jungkook sneaking him away on his lunch breaks for cheap dumplings. And it was only Jungkook's smile, the one that's big and toothy and where Jungkook's eyes crinkle, that could make Taehyung feel like that. A feeling he couldn't pinpoint quite yet, but had decided he couldn't get enough of it.
It changes with Jungkook finally asking him by the river, with hot chocolates hugging their palms, if Taehyung would be his boyfriend. A little note in his pocket that had the question in Jungkook's handwriting at the top with a box for yes, and one for no. Taehyung dug around for a pen in his pocket, eagerly checking yes before shoving the note back into Jungkook's jacket pocket. And then finally, another kiss on Jungkook's cocoa-flavored lips.
It’s how Taehyung ends up with a boyfriend, for the first time since college. And the weeks with Jungkook turned into months, the idea of new becomes so much more distant.
- ♡ -
Jungkook is already at the gym when Taehyung arrives. His heart almost leaps out of his chest when he sees Jungkook in a matching set of black shorts and a tank top. Fabric hugs his skin, conforming to the dips of Jungkook’s body, his waist, the outline of his thighs.
“Hey,” Jungkook spots him in the mirror, standing from the position he was stretching in to greet Taehyung. A kiss on the cheek and then a squeeze of his shoulder. “I missed you.” There’s that smile Taehyung has become enamored with. The one where his eyes smile before his lips, where his teeth peak out and one side of his mouth is raised higher than the other.
Taehyung bites back a grin, moving to squeeze Jungkook's hand. “I saw you yesterday.”
“I know, but,” Jungkook shrugs, “I’m just happy that you came along.” He looks good as always, hair parted in the middle, skin free of most blemishes (he sill occasionally gets one on his cheek, but Taehyung finds it annoyingly endearing). Taehyung glances at Jungkook's biceps, unconsciously reaching out to smooth his fingertips over his skin. Jungkook tenses at first and then relaxes with a breathy laugh; Taehyung pulls away. “Sorry.”
He’s never found himself particularly attracted to muscles, or guys who pride themselves at going to the gym. But looking at Jungkook might change his mind.
“You can touch,” he holds his arm out for Taehyung, cheeks scrunching with his grin. Taehyung winces at the feeling of heat on his cheeks. “No, that was weird.”
“You’re my boyfriend, it’s not weird,” Jungkook lowers his arm, eyes crossing Taehyung’s face. There’s something unsaid there, but Jungkook is moving away. “I was going to lift some weights, do you want to join me?”
“Um,” Taehyung, nevertheless, feels a little embarrassed (and is still in his work clothes). “Can I watch you?”
"Sure," Jungkook leads Taehyung to where the weights are, sitting him against the mirror before taking two dumbbells into his fists. “You can watch me anytime, Taehyungie.” When their eyes meet Jungkook winks. And seeing him like this, a little more confident than he usually is, a cocky smile on his lips, makes Taehyung feel overheated. Jungkook is attractive, but something about his aura changes when he grips the weights. It makes him forget about the smell of metal and sweat that sits in the air.
“Talk to me,” Jungkook lifts the dumbells from his sides into a t-shape, repeating. “What do want for dinner?”
His arms flex with each rep, quiet grunts released from his throat. Taehyung knew Jungkook was in shape, but he never took the time to look at his body like this. He’s seen him shirtless a few times now (less than he would like), and on every occasion, he’s been stunned by his waist and the shape of his body. Seeing Jungkook in action is a bit different though.
He wonders if Jungkook could pick him up. Taehyung is just a hair taller than him, but Jungkook could probably do it. The image of Jungkook kissing him against the mirror his a surprising thought, one that makes Taehyung shiver.
“Taehyung,” Jungkook sets the dumbells down on the mat. “You ok?”
“Oh? What?”
Jungkook snorts, biting back a grin. “I asked what you wanted to eat after this.”
You.
“I don’t know,” Taehyung sighs when Jungkook lifts his shirt to wipe sweat off his forehead. Tiny waist and toned skin suddenly make his breath hitch. “You’re doing a lot of work right now, maybe you should choose.”
“You sure?” Jungkook picks the weights up again and returns to his previous position. “You’re going to have to stop me from going overboard though.” He releases a quiet laugh when he raises the dumbbells to his side.
And Taehyung feels so out of it.
Because all he can think about is Jungkook’s biceps and how they would feel against Taehyung’s hands while he rode Jungkook. He wants Jungkook to hold him against the mattress and whisper into his ear, draw him out until he’s writhing beneath his hold. He has to stop his train of thought before he embarrasses himself.
And when Jungkook starts squatting, Taehyung feels like he might pass out. Jungkook’s thighs strain against his shorts, the seams holding on for dear life. He’s thankful Jungkook is facing him, because he literally can’t imagine what the back of him looks like, if his shorts are staying together.
It continues like that, Taehyung watching Jungkook switch to the different equipment. Sweat beads on Jungkook’s brows, droplets covering his skin. Jungkook releases quiet groans every now and then. Taehyung is unsure of how he’s able to keep himself under control, especially when Jungkook encourages him to lay on the mat towards the end of his workout. He’s confused at first until Jungkook hovers over him in a plank.
“You’re actually insane,” Taehyung breathes.
Jungkook kisses him in a push-up. “What do you mean?”
Taehyung has to hold his breath, thanking any god there is that the gym is seemingly empty. Jungkook kisses him with every push-up, a few beads of sweat dripping onto Taehyung’s cheeks.
By the time they’re leaving, Jungkook is smiling and grabbing his hand. Taehyung is thankful for the cold, maybe that can hide the aggressive red tones of his skin.
- ♡ -
“Hey,” Jungkook grabs his hand when they’re inside his apartment, leaving a bag of takeout neglected on the counter. Taehyung pays attention to the strength, but Jungkook’s grip softens when his eyes meet Taehyung’s. “Are you ok?”
“What?”
“I mean, you’ve seemed kinda out of it today. Is everything alright? I can take you home if you want, or you could stay, we don’t have—”
“I’m fine, Jungkook, I promise.” Taehyung kisses Jungkook’s cheek, surprised when Jungkook turns so they can kiss properly. His hands find Taehyng’s waist quickly, smiling against his lips. “I care about you a lot, you know that right?”
“Yeah,” Taehyung’s hands map out Jungkook’s shoulders, down his biceps and squeezing. Jungkook bites his lip and tightens his hold on Taehyung’s waist. “You keep touching my arms today.”
“Oh,” Taehyung hesitates with his grip.
“It’s ok, I um, I like it.”
Taehyung smiles hesitantly, squeezing again. “I—um—,” a nervous chuckle, “I didn’t realize how built you are.” Jungkook grins, his hands slowly inching down to the hem of Taehyung’s shirt. “I’ve been telling you to come with me.”
“I know… maybe I’ll have to join you more often.”
“Maybe one of these days I can spot you.”
“Huh? What does that mean?” And Taehyung really couldn’t have expected Jungkook’s next move. He removes his hands from Taehyung’s waist, moving to stand behind the elder. His chest is against Taehyung’s back, slowly bringing Taehyung’s arms in a t-shape, lifting from his triceps. “Well,” Jungkook’s palms meet the bare skin of Taehyung’s arms. “I would just hold you like this while you lift, just to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.” Jungkook kisses the spot behind Taehyung’s ear, the one that he knows makes Taehyung whimper.
They’ve done things before—blow jobs, handjobs, Jungkook made Taehyung finish in his pants in a resturant bathroom once—but they’ve never had penetrative sex.
Taehyung thinks that like this, it would be easy. It would be easy for Jungkook to swiftly turn Taehyung around and undress him in the kitchen, to carry him to the bedroom and lay him on the bed, kiss down his abdomen, lick over—
“Can I ask you a question?” Jungkook’s fingers gently glide along Taehyung’s forearms, nails just barely scraping the skin. Taehyung leans into the touch, his head almost on Jungkook’s shoulder. “Yeah,” he whispers it so it doesn’t come out as a moan.
“Did watching me work out… are you turned on right now?”
Taehyung shakes his head, but Jungkook’s grip is still light and tender, tracing the edges of his body. “Why would I be turned on by it?”
“Oh,” Jungkook pulls away. “I guess I was mistaken.”
“Wait,” and it’s a bit too eager. Especially considering that stupid grin on Jungkook’s face. He nudges his shoulder. “I—” a sigh.
“It’s ok if you are.”
“You’re just… really hot.”
Jungkook snorts and his hand finds Taehyung’s waist again, this time under his shirt and on his uncovered stomach. “Your face looked like a tomato when you were watching me.” He turns Taehyung back around, hands on the small of Taehyung’s back.
“Hey,” Taehyung scolds. Jungkook giggles as he presses kisses onto Taehyung’s cheek, and then his jaw, and the mole on his nose, the one on his lip, and then on the center of Taehyung’s mouth. “Tell me what you were thinking about.”
Taehyung feels like he could disappear into the floor. “I just… it’s embarrassing.”
“How is it embarrassing?”
“Just because… I don’t know. It feels weird.”
“Do you,” Jungkook’s hold relaxes. “Did you not like coming with me?”
“No, I did, it’s just… some things I was thinking, I haven’t thought about that before.”
“Well,” Jungkook’s lips hesitate over his. “How about you tell me? And then I’ll tell you if I think it’s weird, which it probably isn’t.” He presses a kiss to the center of Taehyung’s lips, slow and sweet. It hypnotizes Taehyung like most of his kisses. Taehyung glances at Jungkook’s shoulders, his bare arms, his thighs. “I wondered if you could pick me up.”
“That’s it? That’s not—”
“And I thought about… about your thighs, and your arms, and what-what we would do, you know, if we…”
Jungkook’s face contorts, and then his mouth forms a small o . “Oh, I see.” He moves his hands around to hold Taehyung’s waist. “That’s not weird. You can think about me like that.”
“But isn’t it a little objectifying?”
“I mean, maybe a little. But, I’m your boyfriend. You’re allowed to think about my body like that, and doing certain things with it.” His thumb rubs over Taehyung’s cheek. His lip curls on one side. It’s incredible, the ability that Jungkook has to make Taehyung feel so comfortable in his arms. “What if… what if we did the things you thought about?”
“What?”
“I mean, I just want you to feel good… and I like the idea of you wanting me… to do things to you.”
Taehyung swallows. “Like what?”
“Like, picking you up, having you sit on my thighs… other things.”
Taehyung knows he’s crossing a boundary when he utters, “What other things?” It’s quiet but suggestive, and he can feel himself growing in his pants and their food is still on the counter.
“I don’t know, a lot. I want you to want me.”
“I do want you.”
“Then… should we,” Jungkook’s eyes glance at his bedroom door. “We don’t have to go all the way—”
Taehyung finds it in himself to cup Jungkook’s cheeks and kiss him. It’s hard and wet and he feels his stomach tie itself into knots when Jungkook’s hands slide over his ass. His hands grip Taehyung and press him into the counter. “Carry me to your room,” Taehyung whispers against Jungkook’s lips.
Jungkook reaches under his thighs, small grunt in his throat but he doesn’t complain as he carries Taehyung into his room, fumbling with the door before setting him on the bed. “You drive me crazy,” Jungkook kisses down his collarbone, tongue tasting his skin.
“Take your shirt off,” Taehyung pulls at the material, finally letting out a breath when Jungkook’s bare torso is exposed.
Jungkook’s lips curl up slightly. “Come here,” his hands are on Taehyung’s cheeks as he leads him into a kiss. It’s sweet, like how Jungkook always is. Jungkook’s fingertips are slow down Taehyung’s torso, hugging his side and ghosting over his stomach. Taehyung gasps into his mouth when Jungkook traces the outline of his cock through his jeans.
Taehyung clings to Jungkook’s biceps as he licks into his mouth, breaths colliding. “Jungkookie.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook breaks for a moment, big eyes staring down at Taehyung as he presses his palm into Taehyung’s clothed cock. His fingers delicately undo the button and unzips the zipper. “You ok?”
Taehyung hums when Jungkook’s hand glides over his briefs. “Maybe—”
Jungkook’s hand stills. “Maybe what?”
“I, um, I didn’t prep or anything, so maybe we should… do this another time.” Taehyung holds onto Jungkook’s arms. But the younger visibly deflates, a sigh leaving his nose while he chews on the inside of his lip. “Ok,” Jungkook removes his hand from Taehyung’s pants and rolls onto his back.
“We could still do other things tonight,” Taehyung’s hand finds Jungkook. “But I wanna, you know, clean up, before we do that .”
Jungkook places Taehyung’s hand on his chest, slotting their palms together. “I know,” there’s a sleepy smile on his lips, “I’m still gross from my workout.” He traces circles onto Taehyung’s knuckles. “How about I take you out to dinner this weekend?”
Taehyung leans over, kissing up Jungkook’s jaw with a smile on his lips. “Ok, let’s do that.” He turns to his side so he can trace Jungkook’s tattoos. “And for the record, I don’t mind that you’re still gross.” Jungkook chuckles at it, a closed lip smile. Now, Taehyung has the weekend looming in his mind.
- ♡ -
Jungkook<3
I’ll be at your apartment in 10 minutes
Is that ok?
yeah, just finishing up my hair
can’t wait to see you :*
me too :)
did you get ready?
I mean like, ready for later
lol yes don’t worry
get here soon pretty boy ;)
Dinner is a breeze, with Jungkook’s constant smile and their full stomachs. They exchange some suggestive looks, some bumps of their feet under the table, extra squeezes of their hands. It’s clear that they’re both buzzing with the excitement, especially when Jungkook’s card is already on the table when Taehyung is taking his final bite.
And when they’re back at Jungkook’s apartment the air feels stuffy between them. Anticipation stirs underneath their skin, their hands jumping for each other. Jungkook clasps his fingers together on the small of Taehyung’s back. “Did you have a nice time tonight?” His voice drips with what feels like the sweetness of honey.
“I did,” Taehyung brushes his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, “did you?”
Jungkook hums, his tongue sliding across his lip and the edge of his lip curling up just slightly. “Do you still want to have sex?” His grasp is firm, but still hesitant, holding back until Taehyung gives him permission to let loose.
“Yes.” And maybe he sounds a bit too eager, but who is he to care? Jungkook is in front of him with a softness in his eyes and beaming at Taehyung. “Ok, um, I’m gonna go to the bedroom for a minute, I’ll let you know when you can come in,” Jungkook removes his hands from Taehyung and disappears into the bedroom. Taehyung follows to the bedroom door. “You know, I think you need me for this part.”
Jungkook’s quiet giggle is heard through the wood. “Hold on, I’m doing something.”
It’s another moment before Jungkook’s head is peaking through the door, his hand finding Taehyung’s and pulling him into the room. There are candles lit on the nightstand, on the dresser, the bookshelf. Taehyung squeezes Jungkook’s hand. “You’re such a hopeless romantic it’s painful.”
“Hey,” Jungkook gently scolds, moving to stand in front of Taehyung, “I’m your hopeless romantic.” He visibly swallows. “Do you like it?” It’s said with a twinge of nervousness, as if Taehyung wouldn’t like the extra effort. “I really like you,” Taehyung answers.
Jungkook grins, pursing his lips to keep it contained but his eyes always smile bigger than his mouth. “Me too; I like you too.”
Taehyung smiles into the kiss. Jungkook’s lips briefly peck his teeth but it’s ok. It’s slow and sweet at first, with Jungkook’s hands guiding Taehyung’s jacket to the floor and his buttons undone. Then there are hands on Taehyung’s waist, sliding down his ass and picking him from under his thighs. Taehyung's back is on the door with a thud. "O-on the bed, Jungkookie," his hands find the younger's cheeks, caressing his cheekbones. Jungkook pulls him off of the door with ease, then turns him around and walks him into the bed. When Taehyung falls onto his back, Jungkook stares down at him, tongue between his lips and fingertips grazing Taehyung’s thighs. “Do you want to undress me?”
Taehyung sits up, straddling so that Jungkook can stand between his legs. He pushes Jungkook’s jacket off his shoulders before pulling his shirt from his jeans. He starts from the top button, fingers pressing into Jungkook’s chest as he unbuttons his shirt. Taehyung kisses his abdomen when the skin is finally exposed. He presses gentle pecks up his chest before standing off the bed and letting their mouths meet. Jungkook slides his shirt to the floor. “I’m a little nervous,” he mumbles. And Taehyung breaks, thumbing along Jungkook’s collarbone as his own shirt is unbuttoned by the other. “Me too,” a shy giggle. There are more pecks on their lips and then finally Taehyung’s back is on the bed. Jungkook kisses along his jaw, grinding their half-hard and clothed cocks together. “I um,” Jungkook gently nips at the skin. “I have some massage oil.”
“You what?”
“Well, I figured, you seemed to want to touch me, so you could do that. Or I could touch you, if that’s what you want to do.”
Taehyung cups Jungkook’s cheeks. He takes the moment to haze into his eyes, to trace the scar on his cheeks, to map out this bashful smile of Jungkook’s. “I want to touch you.”
Jungkook smiles, “Good I—“ he pauses, releasing a sigh between them. “I like the idea of… you getting turned on by touching me.”
And Taehyung almost groans at the statement, instead holds it in and scrapes his nails against Jungkook’s shoulders. “Yeah, I—just get your pants off.” And then Jungkook is quietly giggling against Taehyung’s lips, reaching down to undo his belt. It’s nice like this, with grins on their lips and butterflies in their stomachs. The sex with Taehyung’s exes had always been so intense, which wasn’t always a bad thing, but like everything with Jungkook, this is new. The sweetness of Jungkook’s lips, the gentleness of his touches, the caring looks.
When Jungkook’s pants are finally off and he’s only his briefs, Taehyung stands and slips his own jeans off. “Where—where should I touch you?”
Jungkook grins something so fond that it makes Taehyung ache. “I dont’ know, where do you want to touch me?” He asks it quietly. Like he's shy of the thought. Taehyung licks his lip as he gazes at Jungkook’s torso. “Lay on your back... I want to touch your front.”
"My tiddies?" Jungkook smiles, easing the tension. Taehyung bites back a laugh and playfully nudges Jungkook's arm. "Just lie down."
"If you want to touch my tiddies you should've just said so."
"Jeon Jungkook I swear to god if you don't lay down—"
Jungkook’s back hits the duvet, his cock very visible through the thin cotton of his underwear. Taehyung grabs the oil off the nightstand and straddles Jungkook’s hips; the curve of his ass coming into contact with Jungkook. The younger looks like the breath his knocked out of him. “Tae—” It's a nice change of pace from earlier. Wiping the smile off of Jungkook's face with a simple movement of his hips.
Taehyung liberally pours oil over Jungkook’s chest, down his arms, across his chest, in the curves of his abs. He tosses it to the side of the bed when he's done. The first movements of his hands are cautious, spreading the viscous substance so that is covers the skin on his pectorals and collarbones, down his tattooed arm, and then the bare one. Jungkook whimpers quietly at the touch, just barely arching off the bed. “You ok?” Taehyung asks, stilling when his hands reach Jungkook’s abs. He toys with the muscles just above the waistband of his underwear, tracing his happy trail.
“Yeah—just—it’s a little colder than I was expecting.” Jungkook sighs, and Taehyung watches how his chest rises and falls with every breath, taking in the sight of the flex and the relax in his muscles, enchanted. “How’s the view?”
“Perfect,” Taehyung whispers, sliding his palms to Jungkook’s shoulders and peppering kisses along his cheeks, then on the mole beneath his lip. He sits back up, focusing on pressing his thumbs into Jungkook’s sun-kissed skin. He traces the curves and dips of Jungkook’s front, feeling between each muscle on his abdomen and cupping his chest. He uses his thumbs to circle Jungkook’s nipples, ghosting over them before moving to tend to the edge of his shoulders.
“T-Taehyung,” Jungkook whines. “You’re grinding—”
And Taehyung hadn’t realized it, but he’s rocking back and forth onto Jungkook’s clothed cock.
“Sorry, is that—do you not like—”
“No, I like it," Jungkook eagerly nods. He clears his throat and regains his composure. "I’m just going to cum like this if you—if you keep doing that.”
“Ok, how about…” Taehyung shifts back, but this just slots his cock next to Jungkook’s. The two of them gasp at the first modulation of their hips.
“Holy shit Tae,” Jungkook’s hands leap for Taehyung’s thighs, holding him in place as Taehyung massages the muscles between Jungkook’s waist. “Yeah,” Taehyung breathes, whimpering as he feels the blood rushing to his cock. “Fuck, Jungkook.” He can feel the tightening of Jungkook's supple abdomen beneath his touch. And it should be criminal, with the way that warmth fills his stomach and his mind becomes hazy.
“Do you want to keep doing this?” Jungkook’s gasps, leaning into the touch. “C-cause,” he stutters when their cocks grind together again, “cause I think I should probably start to prep you.”
“You sure?” Taehyung whimpers when he feels a wet spot forming in his underwear. “I could—I could do this for a while.”
“Yes, I’m— fuck —hold on,” Jungkook slips his hands behind Taehyung’s back and flips him over onto the bed. And the sheer movement turns Taehyung on so much, making him raise his hips into the air at the lack of contact. “Jungkookie what are you—”
“I’m just— I’m getting the lube and a condom. Fuck, you should see yourself right now.”
And this idea of turning Jungkook on like this makes him inexplicably happy, causing Jungkook to whimper beneath him, being the reason he’s jumping at the opportunity to be touched and teased by Taehyung. “Why?” Taehyung grins when Jungkook’s hands are on his knees, pushing them apart. “What do I look like right now?”
Jungkook bites his lip, squeezing Taehyung’s thighs. “Just, really good .” His fingers glide over the briefs, teasing at the waistband. “Can I take these off?”
Taehyung’s hand finds the back of his head, arching into Jungkook’s touch. “Yes, take them off, Jungkookie.”
Jungkook brings the material down his thighs, sliping them off his ankles and tossing them into the corner. Taehyung spreads his legs, exposing himself earnestly which earns causes a sigh from Jungkook. “I’m going to finger you and suck you off, is that ok?”
Taehyung briefly nods. “Mhm,” he guides Jungkook’s hand over his abdomen and then onto his cock. “Please, Jungkookie.” It takes a few short seconds for Jungkook’s tongue to be circling the head of Taehyung’s cock. And when Taehyung whimpers, digging his fingertips into Jungkook’s hair, the younger’s moan vibrates into his skin. “Jung-Jungkook,” Taehyung moves his hips against the bobs of Jungkook’s head.
“Yeah, Taehyungie, you alright?”
Taehyung feels the pad of Jungkook’s finger circle his rim. “I’m fine, just… could you hold my hips down?”
Jungkook’s arm moves under Taehyung’s thigh, his hand appearing between his pelvis and his thigh. “Is this what you want?” Jungkook’s grip is tight, but not suffocating. A finger enters Taehyung. “Yes, I like… I like it when you hold me tight.” Quiet pants coming from his throat as Jungkook moves a finger inside of him. He tries to grind further into the touch, into Jungkook’s mouth, but the grip is there that stops him.
A second finger is added quickly, Jungkook breaking the contact for a moment to pour more lube onto his fingers. He presses kisses onto the inside of Taehyung’s thigh, finally kissing up the shaft of his cock and taking it back into his mouth. “Jungkookie,” Taehyung moans, gripping Jungkook’s hair between his fingers. Jungkook hums against his cock, fingers thrusting deeper into Taehyung.
Taehyung lets out a moan, louder than the other ones and that makes Jungkook still, lifting off of Taehyung but still thrusting his fingers into him. “Talk to me.”
“I just… want you inside me already.”
“Ok, fuck, just, I gotta get you stretched some more.”
“I’m fine.”
“I’m only at two,” Jungkook’s fingers are suddenly gone, and then there’s more lube and a third poking at his entrance. “I don’t want to hurt you, Baby.”
Taehyung’s chest rises and falls with Jungkook pushing into him. Jungkook’s hold grounds him into the mattress. And then, unexpectedly, Jungkook is grabbing Taehyung’s hand and holding it against the mattress. His finger thrust in once more, Taehyung squeezing Jungkook’s hand as he feels himself stretch around his fingers. “You want me to do four?”
“No, come on, I’m ready.”
“I just don’t want to hurt you,” it’s said quietly, against Taehyung’s thigh, while Jungkook continues to thrust into him.
“I’m ok with it hurting a little bit, come here,” Taehyung pulls on Jungkook’s hand. The younger takes his fingers out of him, moving to hover over his face, pressing a kiss to the center of his lips. Taehyung fumbles with the waistband of Jungkook’s briefs. “G-get these off.”
Jungkook breaks away, feet finding the floor and then quickly pulling the garment off. He’s back over Taehyung quickly, licking into his mouth with sloppy kisses. Jungkook smiles against his lips, cupping his cheek. A bit of oil transfers from Jungkook’s chest to Taehyung’s, but he’s more focused on the emptiness inside of him.
“Are you ready?” Taehyung asks.
“I feel like I should be asking you that,” Jungkook smiles, sitting up and settling between Taehyung’s legs. “But yes, how about you? How do you want to do this?”
“I think—actually let me show you,” he presses his palms into Jungkook’s chest and gently pushes him off the bed. Taehyung leans over the side of the mattress, ass perfectly perched on the edge. “I want it like this, and… and I want you to hold my shoulders against the bed.”
Jungkook’s hands ghost over his arms and down his waist. “Jesus, Tae.”
There’s a sound the condom wrapper ripping, Jungkook’s fingers entering him briefly, before something blunt is pressed against him. Jungkook’s grip is on the middle of his back, Taehyung’s cock pressed into the side of duvet. “I should’ve taken you to the gym with me sooner.”
Taehyung giggles with a breath when Jungkook’s hand is suddenly firm between his shoulder blades. “Yeah, you should have.” Jungkook’s other hand is on his ass, squeezing and spreading so he can see Taehyung’s hole. “I might get precum on your duvet by the way.”
A sigh, and then Jungkook’s cock is pressing just a little more against Taehyung’s entrance. “I don’t care, fuck , I can wash it, just… do you feel good?” It’s asked just as Jungkook’s head pops into Taehyung. His thumbs press into Taehyung’s sides, moving up his back and over his shoulder blades. There’s an awkward squelch of lube, followed by breathy laughs from both of them.
“Taehyungie, is this,” Jungkook releases a sigh, “talk to me. ”
“You feel good, Jungkookie, shit.” He hisses when Jungkook’s hips come into contact with the back of his ass. “Can you grab a pillow for me to hold onto?”
Jungkook reaches behind Taehyung and hands him a pillow, attentive that he’s comfortable before returning his hands and slowly pulling out and delivering shallow thrusts down half his cock. Both of them release moans into the air, each other’s names on their lips.
“Holy shit, Jungkook.”
“I know,” the younger pants, fingers flexing against Taehyung’s skin. And he loves it so much, the feeling of Jungkook holding him, inside of him. He presses his head deeper into the pillow. Jungkook firmly presses him into the mattress. “Baby. ”
And it's strange, isn't it? That Jungkook's hold on him is so firm but careful, like he just knows exactly what Taehyung needs. It's strange when he's holding in what he thinks are embarrassing noises and Jungkook moans at him to let go. Once Taehyung finally does, finally releases a long drawn out moan of Jungkook's name, the younger begins to thrust deeper, faster. Jungkook curves inside of him perfectly, his cock teasing his prostate with every thrust. It’s only when Taehyung feels the pressure of the duvet against his cock too much that he pushes himself off the mattress.
“What’s the problem?” Jungkook stops his thrusts.
“My dick is going to chaffe off from rubbing against the duvet. Get on the mattress.”
Taehyung pulls Jungkook onto the bed, both of them on their knees. Jungkook kisses along his neck as his cock finds Taehyung’s entrance again. “Show me where to touch you,” Jungkook whispers against his skin. “Wanna make you feel good.”
He guides Jungkook’s hand around his waist, up his chest where his heart sits. Jungkook sucks on his earlobe, his other hand holding the skin between Taehyung’s cock and his navel. Taehyung’s hand sandwiches Jungkook’s between his heart. “Right there, Jungkookie,” Taehyung squeaks when Jungkook brushes that spot inside of him. He leans his head on Jungkook’s shoulder. “You feel so good.”
“Yeah? You’re so pretty, Baby.” Jungkook’s voice sends chills down Taehyung’s spine. Jungkook’s thrusts speed up, causing Taehyung’s eyes to roll back with Jungkook’s breath pressing into his shoulder. He releases whimpers, getting louder with every thrust.
“Taehyungie.”
“Yeah, Jungkookie?” Taehyung whines, groaning as Jungkook picks up the pace. The noises between them turn on Taehyung just as much as watching Jungkook at the gym did. The slapping of their skin, Jungkook’s moans in his ear, of lube inside of him (the feeling of it dripping down his thighs).
“Do I feel good?”
Taehyung hums, clenching around Jungkook. “Yeah—Jungkook you feel so good, you’re so—I forgot how big you were.”
Jungkook’s breathy laugh is deep against this skin. “You’re— fuck you’re so tight, Baby.” He nibbles on Taehyung’s shoulder. He moves his hands to hook under Taehyung’s underarms and press into the front of his shoulders. “Do you like this?” Jungkook thrusts harder, faster and Taehyung’s vision is blurry for a moment.
“Shit, yeah, that’s, you’re so strong Jungkookie.” He feels his cock bobbing in the air. Jungkook grazes that spot in him on every thrust. Taehyung starts to whimper, worrying that Jungkook’s neighbors might hear. “I’m—I’m close.”
“Ok,” Jungkook gasps at a particularly hard thrust. “Shit.”
“Is this how you want to cum?”
“No I want—wanna see you ride me.”
“Ok,” Taehyung pants, “get on your back, Jungkookie.”
Jungkook pulls out and settles against the pillows. Taehyung is straddling him almost instantly, guiding Jungkook back into him, stilling. Jungkook takes Taehyung’s hands in his and moves so his palms lie flat on his chest. “Do you want to touch me like this?”
And Taehyung moans at that, at the feeling of Jungkook shifting inside of him and suddenly his hands are squeezing Jungkook’s flesh. “Come on, Baby. Ride me.”
“Fuck, Jungkook,” Taehyung loves the feeling of Jungkook beneath him, of Jungkook inside of him, of Jungkook muscles against his palms. He’s surprised when Jungkook grips his thighs and guides him up and down on his cock. “Do you—do you like that?”
“ Yes ,” Taehyung feels that he might be leaving marks from his nails into Jungkook’s skin, but the oil is still slippery. Jungkook’s hands move to grip Taehyung’s wrists, making sure his hands to slide off his chest. “Are you close?”
Taehyung hums, “Can you, need you to touch me.”
“Yeah, hold on, put your hands on the bed,” Jungkook moves Taehyung’s hands so they sit next to his head. He plants his feet into the bed, one hand on Taehyung’s thigh and the other hovering over his cock. “Don’t move, ok?”
Jungkook’s fist encloses around Taehyung’s cock, thumb pressing into the head while he fucks up into Taehyung.
Taehyung feels his tongue go slack in his mouth, moans leaving his throat while Jungkook hits that spot in him. Jungkook’s hand is a bit uncoordinated but the stimulation is too much for him to care. “J-Jungkookie I-I—”
“Tae, I’m— shit —I’m almost there.”
Taehyung whines, watching as Jungkook’s muscles contract and flex from beneath him.
And when he finally cums, it’s with a guttural moan, with Jungkook’s hand tugging at him and his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His cum joins the mess of sweat and massage oil on Jungkook’s chest. It’s in heavy spurts, deep whines leaving him as Jungkook continues to fuck him through his orgasm. Jungkook curses, eyes trained on Taehyung’s mess on his stomach. “Holy fuck” a whimper. “Just, hang on, I’m almost—”
Taehyung sits up a bit more, moving Jungkook’s hand from his cock to his thigh. He slides his fingertips over Jungkook’s. “You feel so good, Jungkookie,” Taehyung presses Jungkook’s hands deeper into his thighs. Jungkook’s thrusts are erratic, and the last of Taehyung’s cum drips onto Jungkook’s skin. “I wanna feel you cum for me, want to hear you.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook groans. “Does this turn you on?”
Taehyung nods, ignoring the overstimulation because watching Jungkook is so good. “ Yes , come on, cum for me Jungkookie.” His eyes are trained on Jungkook, at how he watches Taehyung when he releases. His moans are unlike anything that Taehyung has heard before. They’re eager and vulnerable and sweet, and Taehyung feels like his brain goes hazy listening to them.
Jungkook suddenly stills inside of him, hands shakily inching toward Taehyung’s waist. “B-baby,” Jungkook firmly sits Taehyung on his cock as the last of his cum beads out of him.
Taehyung is surprised when Jungkook sits up, when his hands are on Taehyung’s cheeks and pulling him into a kiss. There’s still a little bit of Taehyung’s cum on his fingers, which is now on Taehyung’s cheekbone.
It’s a quiet moment, of their breaths settling against one another, gentle pecks on their lips, small smiles forming.
Their eyes finally meet.
“Hi,” Jungkook smiles, eyes crinkling and teeth shining.
Taehyung snorts, almost able to forget that Jungkook is still inside him. “Hi yourself.”
Jungkook tucks a small piece of Taehyung’s hair behind his ear. “You’re so pretty… and that was…”
“I know,” Taehyung releases a breathy giggle. His lips find Jungkook’s cheek. He glances at Jungkook’s stomach. “Holy shit, we’re a mess.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook takes a look at his stomach, “but I really liked it. Did you?”
Taehyung hums and smiles. “Do you want to shower together?”
Jungkook captures his lips in a kiss. “You want to wash me?”
And there’s a thought, of Taehyung lathering suds on Jungkook’s abdomen, down his back, massaging into his ass, taking his cock into his mouth.
“We might have to do round two if you’re offering that,” Taehyung jokes, wincing when Jungkook finally pulls out of him.
“If it’s anything like round one, I’m perfectly ok with it,” he kisses Taehyung’s collarbone, up his neck, across his jaw. His fingers cradle the nape of his neck, massaging his hair while Taehyung leans into it. “I kind of like you having a muscle kink.”
“I don’t have a muscle kink.”
“How do you explain what we just did if you don’t—”
“I have a kink for your muscles.”
Jungkook smiles with a blush, teeth showing and eyes crinkling. “Ok, I think—I think I can live with that.” He presses a kiss to the center of Taehyung’s lips, soft and sweet, like always.
Round two comes in the shower, of Taehyung pressed against the shower wall with Jungkook’s hands digging into the small of his back. It’s finished with the thought of just Jungkook. It’s not the wishful thinking of another date, another guy to figure out. He knows Jungkook’s body, his smile, his lips, that laugh; being with Jungkook is euphoric. Taehyung is sure that Jungkook is enough for him, more than enough. And even if things get a little boring down the road, Jungkook will always be Jungkook. No need for new .