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Taehyung sighs.
The words on the screen of his laptop stare back at him, and every time he blinks, they seem to tangle together for a little dance, blurring black around the edges of the white screen.
It’s early. Way too fucking early for him to be awake on a Saturday. The little digital numbers read 8:00 a.m., and the man wants to scream.
He should be in bed right now. He should be curled around the sleeping form of his boyfriend; his chest pressed to Jeongguk’s back and his consciousness floating in his own personal dreamland. Instead, he’s cooped up in his home office so early on a weekend, doing his best to answer important e-mails before the conference call he’s scheduled to have at 9:00 a.m. with the Board of his company.
For God’s sake, he’s even dressed himself to look well put together – black slacks and a crisp white button up shirt; the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms and the first two buttons undone to allow a peak of his collarbones and chest to shine. It’s not the most professional attire – missing a tie and a suit jacket – but it’s enough to pass off as business casual. Granted, the rolled up sleeves isn’t really professional, but he’s home, so…pardon him if he doesn’t really care. He’s done enough to make himself look good for this meeting.
A meeting that is so early…On a Saturday.
Oh, Taehyung thinks with a bitter expression on his tired face, the fun of being a CEO.
He might be able to arrange his schedule the way he wants most of the time, but, when something happens, Taehyung also has to be ready to clock in at the most ridiculous of times.
Like today.
The urge to groan and pull his own hair out is very, very strong, but Kim Taehyung is a professional. He’s a hard worker and he takes his obligations seriously. He’s responsible.
He wouldn’t be so successful if he wasn’t willing to sacrifice a few hours of sleep for the good of his company, after all.
He sighs again.
What he would give to just rip off these clothes and climb back in bed; pull his boy back into his arms and stamp a kiss to his forehead, then nuzzle his face in soft, blue hair and say goodbye to the world for a few hours more.
Maybe run his fingers over the art that Jeongguk has painted across his soft skin. Trace the eye that has made a forever-home on Jeongguk’s forearm. Shuffle further down the bed until he can press his lips to every inch of his boyfriend’s pretty face, then revel in the way Jeongguk scrunches his nose, even while he’s asleep.
What he would give to flutter his eyelashes against Jeongguk’s sleep-flushed cheek and chuckle at the way the younger man furrows his brows and twists his head to the other side.
Always such a deep sleeper. Always hating being woken up before he’s ready for the day.
His mind whirls to his boyfriend, just like it always tends to.
It’s kind of funny to look at them both, actually. Taehyung, a 28-year old CEO with an affinity for luxurious things and eating out in expensive restaurants, and Jeongguk, a 22-year old university student who loves eating ramen and working out in his free time.
Despite the differences, however, they just fit. No matter how different they look to the outside world, what really matters is the way they view each other and the things they have in common.
For example, what they have in common is that both of their favourite ways to spend a Sunday is lazing in bed with cheap takeout food and a shitty horror movie playing on the large screen.
What they have in common is their love for art – whether the kind you’d see in prestigious galleries or the kind you’d see painted across buildings.
They both love going to expensive steakhouses and then coming back to play dumb video games with stupid music playing in the background.
They just fit.
Taehyung doesn’t even register that his face has twitched up into a fond, lovesick smile just by thinking of his lover and all the little quirks that make Jeongguk so unapologetically Jeongguk.
A silent ping comes from his laptop, and he’s forced to stop his daydreaming; focusing his eyes back on the screen, only to see another e-mail has rolled in.
Taehyung is not above admitting that he groans like a petulant child upon the sight of the notification flashing across the upper part of his screen, but the groan dies down in his throat when his ears pick up on the soft knock on the door.
His stormy mood lights up immediately. Jeongguk is awake (Taehyung knows this, because the only people in the house currently are the two of them).
The door opens before Taehyung can even speak up, and Jeongguk’s blue head peeks out from the corner.
“Taehyung?” His voice is deeper than usual, groggy from sleep.
It’s a bit funny, really. Taehyung sometimes wonders how such a husky voice can come from a man with such a gentle face.
“Morning, baby.”
Jeongguk’s eyes are narrowed slightly – more so from just waking up a few minutes ago than anything else – and he hisses like a snake once he steps in the room, momentarily overwhelmed by the light in Taehyung’s office. The hallway that he just walked down was still pretty dark, but here, in the office, Taehyung has pulled all the curtains wide open in order to let in as much morning sunlight as possible. He did it mainly so that he wouldn’t fall asleep here, because usually the office is left with a glow of intimate lighting.
“Why are you not in bed?” Jeongguk asks gruffly, slowly making his way over to the large mahogany desk that his boyfriend sits behind. His body moves sluggishly, still carrying the traces of a deep sleep in every step he takes.
Taehyung rolls back in his office chair, making space for Jeongguk. The younger of the two all but drops into the waiting lap; looping his tattooed arms around Taehyung’s neck and nuzzling his nose into the side of Taehyung’s face.
“I have that conference call with the Board today, remember?” Taehyung reminds gently, smoothing his hand down Jeongguk’s back and slipping it underneath the baggy t-shirt; cool fingers meeting warm skin.
Jeongguk hisses, pulling his bare legs up and throwing them over the arm of the rolling chair; shorts riding up his thigh. Taehyung swallows.
“Get your corpse hands off me.”
Taehyung guffaws; a loud noise in the pleasant silence of the room.
“Corpse hands?”
Jeongguk looks at him, lips pushed out in a sleepy pout.
“Yeah. They’re cold as fuck.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes fondly, curling his free hand around Jeongguk’s knee and tracing his thumb in little circles over the bend of his knee.
“Apologies, darling.”
Jeongguk pretends that he’s not pleased with the pet name and the attention on him, but they both know better.
The two have been in a committed relationship for three years now, and Taehyung has had all the time in the world to unravel his lover to the very core; picking up on all the little things that make Jeongguk; all the things he likes and dislikes, and how he views the world.
And Taehyung knows that Jeongguk certainly appreciates all the cute terms of endearment. Even if he rolls his eyes and huffs, Taehyung can see the bridge of his nose turning a pale pink that stands out against the usual porcelain of his skin like a sore thumb almost.
“Is it going to take long?” Jeongguk asks, laying his head to rest against Taehyung’s shoulder. Taehyung hums, dropping a kiss to the top of Jeongguk’s head; blue hair ticking his jaw.
“It starts at nine and then…probably going to take an hour or so.”
Jeongguk groans and Taehyung chuckles.
“Why are you even awake, baby? I know you love sleeping in.”
Jeongguk shrugs his shoulders, but Taehyung can see right through him. He gently lifts Jeongguk’s face so their eyes can meet, and when they do, Taehyung raises a questioning brow. Jeongguk squirms.
“Missed you in bed,” he says honestly, tracing a finger over Taehyung’s prominent collarbone – peeking out from his shirt and looking so goddamn tempting. Then Jeongguk ducks his head back down, suddenly shy, “Really wanted you.”
Taehyung suddenly feels a bit hot. He blinks and, unconsciously, his hand tightens around Jeongguk’s knee, drawing a soft little sound from the younger.
This is certainly starting to take a turn. When Taehyung speaks, his voice has dropped a good octave below his normal one.
“Wanted me how?”
Jeongguk slightly squirms in his lap, eyes trained on Taehyung’s hand curled around his knee.
“Wanted you all around me.” Jeongguk mumbles, making Taehyung once again so pleased that he isn’t one to be shy about what he wants or needs. “Wanted your cock.”
Taehyung’s face breaks out into a smirk all on its own.
“Yeah?” he whispers, watching with unconcealed glee as Jeongguk shivers on his lap. His boy is just so easy to get going sometimes.
“Yeah.” Jeongguk affirms, twisting his head to mouth at Taehyung’s collarbone.
“I have a meeting soon, so you’ll have to wait to get what you want, baby.” Taehyung reminds, fluttering his eyelids closed and open at the feeling of Jeongguk’s hot mouth on his skin.
Jeongguk groans, pulling away and looking at Taehyung with what can only be described as a set of killer puppy eyes.
“I’ve sucked you off on calls before.” Jeongguk tries to entice, his eyes begging Taehyung to say yes.
Taehyung chokes on his own breath. Jeongguk can be so shameless.
“Yeah, calls with my camera turned off.”
Jeongguk blinks.
“Can’t you do it, hyung?”
At this, Taehyung narrows his eyes. It’s so obvious what Jeongguk is trying to do. He’s challenging the elder, and God knows Taehyung is just as competitive as Jeongguk; physically incapable of turning down a dare when presented with it.
Jeongguk should know, however, that he is not the only one who can challenge; a devilish idea forming in Taehyung’s mind.
“You’re that desperate to suck me off?”
Jeongguk nods, all of his non-existent shame thrown to the wind.
“Okay. Then how about we even the playing field a little?” At this, Jeongguk seems intrigued, leaning a bit further into Taehyung’s space.
“How?”
Taehyung smirks like the devil incarnate.
“If you really want to get your pretty mouth around me, then this is how it’ll happen.” He whispers, tracing Jeongguk’s soft cheek with the tips of his fingers. “I’ll let you cockwarm me under the desk while I’m on the call.”
Jeongguk’s eyes widen and then become hooded; a dark and needy look making a home on his face. He’s always loved cockwarming Taehyung with his mouth; loved laying his head on Taehyung’s thigh, closing his eyes and just getting lost in the feeling of a cock weighing his tongue down.
It’s the easiest way to get him to relax, especially when Taehyung reminds him every few minutes of how good he’s doing; when he runs his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair and pets his head comfortingly.
“You’re going to be good for me during the call, and when it ends, I’ll fuck your throat and then you, okay?”
Jeongguk nods enthusiastically. Taehyung wants to coo, because his baby has no clue what he’s got in store.
“And you’re going to have one of your little vibrators in you while you cockwarm me.”
Jeongguk blinks, and Taehyung watches, with growing amusement, as Jeongguk huffs.
It’s no secret to both of them how sensitive Jeongguk is; how sensitive his prostate is. He gets worked up very quickly and he can easily come very quickly, so of course the couple has dabbled in orgasm control quite a lot for these exact reasons.
“But – “
Taehyung shakes his head.
“It’s either that or nothing at all until I finish my work day today. You choose, sweetheart.”
The expression on Jeongguk’s face tells Taehyung how conflicted he feels inside, so the elder leans his head back against the headrest of the chair, blinking lazily and letting Jeongguk weigh out the pros and cons of both options.
Jeongguk blinks, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he contemplates.
Technically, he could wait for Taehyung’s meeting to finish. He could wait patiently and then get everything he wants with no restrictions (he knows how whipped his man is for him).
But then again, he’s been needy ever since he woke up this morning to an empty bed and an aching length between his legs. And even now, even though he had gone soft while waking up fully and walking down to Taehyung’s office, Jeongguk can feel himself slowly but surely get hard again, especially with all the images taking over space in his mind right now.
The heat and energy buzzing underneath his skin is exactly what pushes Jeongguk to make his decision so quickly.
“Now, please.”
Taehyung’s lips twitch into a genuinely fond smile.
“Using your please and thank you’s already, baby?” He jokes, but isn’t all too surprised when – instead of groaning and smacking his arm like he usually would – Jeongguk shyly nods. Slipping into a softer headspace already, Taehyung presumes.
“Can I…” Jeongguk quiets down, and Taehyung tilts his head to the side, hand coming to cradle the younger’s cheek. The gentle touch assures Jeongguk that he can ask anything. “Can I pick out the vibrator?”
Taehyung chuckles.
“If you want, baby.”
Jeongguk seems excited at the prospect, jumping up from Taehyung’s lap so suddenly, it nearly gives the elder whiplash.
“Be right back!”
Taehyung laughs at Jeongguk’s excitement, waving him off.
“Get the lube and a plug too, baby. Need to finger you before.”
He catches a glimpse of Jeongguk’s flaming cheeks before the younger dashes out of the office.
When Jeongguk comes back, he’s carrying three items in his hands.
One is a bottle of the mango scented lube that the couple has been favouring for the past month or so, and the other two are Jeongguk’s vibrator and plug of choice.
The vibrator is a deep shade of purple and a few inches long, just the perfect size to fit inside of Jeongguk, but nowhere near as long or thick to fill him the way he always craves.
Taehyung can’t help but raise an impressed eyebrow. Despite being not too keen on the idea of having to wait and have his orgasm controlled, Jeongguk doesn’t seem to mind all that much, considering he picked out the one vibrator from their toy collection that cannot satisfy him completely.
Then again, maybe that’s the point. A toy that won’t make him as sensitive as others could. Taehyung smirks. Jeongguk is smart.
That’s okay. Taehyung will just have to crack up the highest levels.
Jeongguk comes to a stop in front of Taehyung, placing the vibrator on the table and then looking at his boyfriend; the bottle is still held between his fingers. His eyes momentarily land on the empty desk; the laptop that had occupied it previously, now taken off the desk.
Taehyung’s eyes are dark when Jeongguk looks back at him again.
“Take off your shorts and underwear and lay on the desk. On your back.”
Jeongguk gulps, but follows the order, stripping his lower half bare, then easily hopping on the desk and laying back; eyes hooding once again when Taehyung rolls closer to the desk, body moving between Jeongguk’s spread open legs and fingers curling around his ankles.
The younger gasps when Taehyung pulls on his ankles, carefully placing Jeongguk’s feet on the armrests of the chair, completely boxing his own body between Jeongguk’s legs this way.
“There we go,” Taehyung mumbles, reaching a hand out for the bottle. Jeongguk blinks and gives him the bottle, following the silent command.
The elder uncaps the bottle and pours some liquid on his hand, rubbing his fingers together to warm up the cold substance. There’s a pleasant silence that buzzes across Jeongguk’s skin when Taehyung brings his fingers to his hole; gently rubbing over his rim to get the muscle to loosen enough to be able to slip a finger inside.
“Relax.” Taehyung reminds, and Jeongguk nods, letting out a deep breath and feeling his muscles loosen soon enough. His own cock is slowly beginning to fatten up – the close proximity of Taehyung and his fingers, paired with the anticipation of all that is to come, serving as wonderful arousal spikers.
Soon enough, Taehyung is able to slip the first finger up tothe knuckle, leaving Jeongguk’s mouth parting in pleasure and a strangled moan escaping his full lips.
“O-oh.” Jeongguk shakily utters, head throwing back to take in the pleasure of being stretched open, even if only with one finger so far.
His abdomen burns with heat as he lays back and allows Taehyung to fingerfuck him and stretch him out; Jeongguk’s cock growing hard as steel.
Taehyung stretches him slowly and deeply – one finger at first, and then a second joining the first, then a third, then a fourth even. His fingers reach deep inside of his boyfriend and stretch his walls wide open to take the toy and, subsequently, Taehyung’s cock.
The pads of Taehyung’s fingers – long and slender and so goddamn pretty - continuously jab the little bundle of nerves hidden deep inside of Jeongguk’s body; massaging over the younger man’s prostate, the width of his fingers rubbing against the velvety smooth walls.
“God, you’re always so tight for me, baby.” Taehyung groans, leaning forward to press kisses to Jeongguk’s right thigh; his own cock hard and heavy between his legs, straining against the zipper of his slacks. The younger man keens, his hard cock bobbing against his stomach with the way he squirms on the table; loud moans ripping from the depth of his throat.
Taehyung’s fingers move with purpose, and Jeongguk has the feeling that he’s going to come soon if the elder doesn’t stop.
“Tae – “he gasps, gripping at the edge of the desk, “please, I’m ready, stop before I c-come.”
Taehyung does, easing his fingers gently out of Jeongguk’s hole and distracting the whining man from the loss of his fingers by kissing his outstretched leg; lips latching on to suck a dark bruise on the soft skin of Jeongguk’s inner thigh.
“Okay, baby.”
The elder reaches over for the vibrator; one hand rubbing Jeongguk’s thigh soothingly while the other hand eases the toy inside of the younger man’s hole. Taehyung knows that Jeongguk doesn’t necessarily like vibrators or toys inside him when he can – and Taehyung quotes – have the real thing, so the elder does his best to distract his lover from the uncomfortable feeling of something plastic inside of him.
He leaves kisses from the inside of Jeongguk’s thigh all the way to the crease of his hip, close to his cock.
“There we go, feels good, baby?”
Jeongguk exhales shakily, then nods.
“Don’t – don’t like it as much as I like your cock, but it’s okay.”
Taehyung shakes with silent laughter, pressing a kiss to the side of Jeongguk’s cock, making the younger’s legs spasm slightly at the sudden touch.
One look at the watch wrapped around his wrist tells him the meeting is about to start in a few minutes – Taehyung having lost track of time while fingering Jeongguk open, spending too long on the task than usual.
“Okay, it’s almost time for my meeting, baby.”
Jeongguk exhales another shaky breath, then nods and rises up, having been balancing himself on his forearms the entire time to be able to watch Taehyung between his legs like this.
“Okay,” he mumbles, shakily sitting up; legs loose and weak.
Taehyung rubs at his thigh.
“You sure, darling?”
It’s a clear question on whether Jeongguk is still okay with cockwarming Taehyung for such a long time, especially with a toy inside of him – remote controlled by Taehyung.
Jeongguk’s eyes sparkle as he looks at his lover.
“Yes, hyung.” He mutters, leaning forward to grip his boyfriend’s jaw and press a firm kiss to his lips. “I’m one hundred percent sure.”
Taehyung smiles at him, kissing Jeongguk back, then helping him off the desk. Jeongguk doesn’t waste a single moment, dropping to his knees between Taehyung’s spread legs and resting his hands on his boyfriend’s clothed thighs. He looks up with a suggestive twinkle in his doe eyes.
“Promise to fuck my throat good if I’m good and patient now?”
Taehyung chuckles, cupping Jeongguk’s jaw and tracing his thumb across the younger’s bottom lip. Jeongguk’s lips fall open and Taehyung slips his thumb inside the wet heat of his boyfriend’s mouth, holding back a groan when Jeongguk’s eyes slip shut and he sucks on it enthusiastically; just like he would suck a cock.
“Promise to ruin you, baby.” Jeongguk’s moan is sudden and needier than any of the noises before. Taehyung smirks and slips his thumb out to trace the spit-slicked digit across Jeongguk’s bottom lip; get it messy. “Now get your mouth on my cock and be quiet.”
Jeongguk gulps, nods and shakily works to get Taehyung’s slacks open. Taehyung focuses on pulling up the Zoom link for the meeting and when it’s done, his eyes focus on the clock. Five more minutes.
Jeongguk has opened his slacks and just pulled Taehyung’s cock out when Taehyung takes it into his own hand, his free hand cupping Jeongguk’s cheek.
The younger looks up at him, eyes wide as Taehyung strokes his own hand down his length; teeth catching on his bottom lip and eyes threatening to roll back at the wonderful feeling of receiving some relief for his hard cock.
Jeongguk’s eyes are trained on Taehyung’s cock, mind blaring about how pretty his lover’s cock is.
“Remember, just keep me warm, okay? No sucking or licking or trying to fuck yourself down.” Taehyung reminds, and Jeongguk nods, salivating already.
Taehyung takes a deep breath and brings his cock to Jeongguk’s mouth, drags it across his boyfriend’s bottom lip; the head catches on the natural jut of Jeongguk’s lip.
The younger shakily moans, hooded eyes slipping shut fully when Taehyung drags his cock across his cheek. Taehyung fights off a moan himself when he sees the way Jeongguk just allows him to drag his cock all across his mouth and cheeks like one would do to a cheap slut.
“Stick your tongue out,” the elder commands, and groans when Jeongguk immediately obeys; sticking his tongue out.
Taehyung swallows heavily and slaps the head of his cock against Jeongguk’s tongue, gut curling at the sight of Jeongguk’s pliant expression and the feeling of the younger’s fingers digging into his thighs; a clear sign of him wanting to just get his mouth on that gorgeous cock.
“Good boy,” Taehyung mumbles, tapping his cock against Jungkook’s tongue three more times, and then, finally, “Okay, you can start. No noises.”
At the permission, Jeongguk finally leans forward and takes Taehyung’s cock down as far as he can; the walls of his throat flexing and straining against the sudden intrusion. His gag reflex works for just a second as he sinks down lower than what he can immediately take; tears rushing to the surface of his eyes.
Just then the sound of a call fills the room, and Taehyung swallows down the lump in his throat, then presses the accept button.
The room fills with the sounds of all his Board members greeting him, and Taehyung forces the thought that his pretty boyfriend is down on his knees between his legs out of his mind. Forces how good it feels to have a warm, wet mouth around his cock out of his mind.
Jeongguk, however, cannot focus on anything but the feeling of Taehyung in his mouth. Can’t focus on anything but the close proximity of his boyfriend. His eyes flutter open to look up at Taehyung, who chances a quick glance down; a groan almost rips its way out of his throat when he sees the way Jeongguk looks.
Doe eyes hooded and teary already; lips so deliciously pink and stretched wide around the thickness of Taehyung’s cock, drool already shining at the corner of Jeongguk’s mouth.
“Mr.Kim.”
Taehyung snaps back to the present meeting; eyes landing back on his laptop screen as he clears his throat.
“Yes, sorry.”
Jeongguk tunes out the conversation, weakly swallowing down the drool that fills his mouth.
His mind is a one-way street as Taehyung uses his hold on his hair to guide Jeongguk to lay his head on his clothed thigh. The younger man goes easily, eyes slipping shut again as he just focuses on the weight on his tongue and the feeling of his mouth stretched wide, jaw already beginning to burn.
This close, Jeongguk can smell the scent of Taehyung’s cologne from his clothes, the scent of his body wash that clings so close to his skin, and just the pure manly scent that the elder has.
He almost forgets about the toy inside of him. Almost. Until a sudden vibration wracks through his prostate, and he almost whines but catches himself before the noise builds fully in his throat. He cracks an eye open to look up at Taehyung, but the elder’s face remains stoic; the way it always is during work hours. The only indication that he knows what he’s doing to Jeongguk is the hand that comes to rest on the back of Jeongguk’s head; fingers careful and gentle as they card through the strands and rub at his scalp.
The vibrations inside of Jeongguk are a pleasure that comes and goes – Taehyung constantly alternating between turning the toy on higher, then backtracking and turning it on a lower speed.
And God, Jeongguk’s cock twitches; weeping precome and remaining so hard that it actually genuinely is starting to hurt. The younger tries not to whine, but it’s hard, especially when all he wants is to suck, all he wants is to run his tongue all over. All he wants is to get pounded by the same cock that he’s so dutifully keeping warm.
Instead, his tongue is uselessly resting underneath Taehyung’s cock, and his mouth is producing so much saliva that some of it slips from his mouth and dribbles down his chin slightly. He wants to whine, but he can’t because Taehyung is in a meeting, and some man is speaking on the other side of the screen.
Jeongguk jumps when the vibrations are suddenly turned to their highest, and his eyes slip open to look up at Taehyung; wide and teary and accusing, but the elder just smirks and doesn’t even look down at him, keeping his eyes focused on the screen.
Jeongguk knows he can tap thrice and Taehyung will lower the vibrations, but for some reason, Jeongguk honestly wants to prove to Taehyung that he can take it. Call it being overly competitive, the younger man doesn’t care.
So, he takes it, swallowing around Taehyung’s cock and squeezing his eyes closed tight, doing his best to not let out a single noise. His mind feels a bit fuzzy. Cockwarming always does that to him, and his world always feels like it’s narrowed down to the little space between him and Taehyung. Narrowed down to Taehyung’s cock and Jeongguk’s mouth on it. It feels nice.
Feels nice to let go and think of nothing else but the pleasant vibrations inside of him – no matter how high or low - and a needed weight on his tongue.
And after some time – right when the vibrations become higher again – Jeongguk comes back from his little slip to the sound of Taehyung’s voice.
“Okay, I’ll place you in the assigned Breakout Rooms and you can discuss the propositions that Namjoon made. You have ten minutes.”
Jeongguk’s ears perk up. Ten minutes. Breakout Rooms.
Meaning that Taehyung will be free. Meaning that maybe Jeongguk will get to move a bit more.
He could try to ask Taehyung to lower the settings; his body slightly tensed with the effort not to do something stupid, like come without permission.
Jeongguk doesn’t get to even properly blink before Taehyung’s hand is in his hair, stroking his bangs off his forehead.
That’s a sign that Taehyung is free for a bit – mic and camera turned off. Jeongguk opens his eyes and looks up, feeling like the air has been knocked out of his chest when he sees the way Taehyung is looking down at him.
Eyes fond and a loving smile stretching his lips into an expression that Jeongguk wants to see on his face forever.
“Good boy,” the elder whispers, watching Jeongguk bask in the praise.
He’s unaware of the thoughts swirling inside of Taehyung’s head.
Taehyung stares at him; one hand in Jeongguk’s blue hair, the other cupping Jeongguk’s cheek in a gentle cradle.
It’s a bit ironic for Taehyung, to be quite honest – seeing Jeongguk this way. The younger man sitting on his knees between Taehyung’s legs, body hidden from anyone else’s view by the large wooden desk.
Truth be told, it always leaves Taehyung kind of dizzy, kind of breathless; watching strong and sassy Jeongguk become so pliant and soft underneath his hands and his touch every single time. Watching him become so pliant underneath the low and smooth baritone of Taehyung’s voice; crooning out command after command, praise after praise. It’s addictive to watch the way the younger blooms with every whispered baby, every groaned out darling. It’s maddeningly captivating to watch him preen every single time Taehyung calls him good, such a good boy.
It leaves his heart stuttering inside of his chest and breaks him down - watching Jeongguk’s porcelain skin flush a pretty and rosy pink whenever he receives affirmation from Taehyung; affirmation that he’s doing good, he’s making his lover proud, making him feel good.
Taehyung could easily get drunk off this feeling – this blaring affection that builds and builds inside of his body until he feels like he cannot breathe a single breath if he does not let Jeongguk know how much he loves him.
Loves him this way, loves him any possible way.
“Look up at me,” he whispers, fingers gently sliding underneath Jeongguk’s stretched out jaw; pads of fingers stroking over the soft skin.
Jeongguk’s eyes immediately rise and land on Taehyung. They are glassy and hazy; unfocused, but filled with so much affection and love. And Taehyung swallows back the lump forming in his throat. So much love.
“Doing okay, my love?” Jeongguk’s eyelids flutter, and Taehyung has the feeling that if his mouth wasn’t so preoccupied, he would definitely be smiling right now. Three idle fingers come to rest on his thigh; tapping twice.
A yes.
Taehyung has the sudden urge to smother Jeongguk in love and adoration because he’s doing so good. Knows his signals and follows orders to a fucking T. So good.
“Good. What a good boy,” Taehyung praises, cupping Jeongguk’s jaw and smoothing his fingers across the skin to soothe any aching in his jaw, if there is any. Jeongguk preens underneath his gentle touch and soft voice. “You’re doing so good, being so wonderful for me – listening so well. I’m so proud of you, baby.”
Jeongguk makes a choked noise in his throat, nuzzling into the hand that is cupping his cheek like it’s something precious. And it is. To Taehyung, every part of Jeongguk is precious. Every single inch.
“Following your orders so well so far. The vibrations not too bothersome?”
A single tap of three fingers against a clothed thigh. A no. Taehyung wants to wrap him up and worship him. Also wants to ruin him just like he promised he would.
Jeongguk shifts a bit on his knees. Taehyung gets it.
“Want to say anything?”
Jeongguk nods, a bit of saliva slipping from the corner of his mouth. Taehyung is gentle as he helps Jeongguk ease off his cock; the boy pulling his mouth away only far enough to be able to speak, the head of Taehyung’s cock still remaining gently pressed against his plush lips. His head rises from its perch on Taehyung’s thigh.
“I love you.” Jeongguk whispers, voice already husky and gravelly from disuse. His eyes are wide and earnest, despite being unfocused. He’s slipping further into that warm headspace that always makes him all fuzzy; makes him think that he’s floating. Taehyung’s chest sings with love.
“I love you too, baby. So much.” Taehyung whispers, thumbing at the skin underneath Jeongguk’s left eye. Jeongguk preens.
Just then, the laptop pings, and Taehyung unwillingly lifts his eyes away from Jeongguk and towards the screen. The Zoom Breakout Room is just about to end, and the elder sighs.
“Going to have to focus on the call again, sweetheart.” Jeongguk pouts, lips pushing out into a kiss against the spit-wet head of Taehyung’s cock. Taehyung wants to devour him whole.
“Okay.” Jeongguk agrees, being so fucking good for Taehyung. As always.
Taehyung strokes his thumb across his cheekbone.
“You’re going to be okay for the rest? Around fifteen to twenty more minutes of this meeting. Then I’ll give you what you want.”
“Yes, I’ll be okay.” Jeongguk slurs, already tonguing at the slit; desperate to get the thick cock back into his mouth.
Taehyung loves him.
“Okay,” he whispers, gripping Jeongguk’s jaw and guiding him forward so that Jeongguk can take him back into his mouth. The younger happily sinks down, head coming back to rest on Taehyung’s thigh, and eyes slipping shut. Taehyung stares at him fondly.
The end of the Breakout Room is signalled by another ping, and Taehyung watches as he’s directed back towards the main room where all of his employees are already waiting. He composes himself; running a hand through his black locks and taking a deep breath, then turns on his mic and camera again.
“Everything okay? Made your decision?” He asks, trying his best to keep his voice steady, but it’s not necessarily easy when Jeongguk’s mouth is so perfect – keeps him so warm, a wicked tongue pressed to the sweet spot on his cock.
The Board members all agree, and Taehyung focuses on the decisions they’ve made. His finger slips over to the little remote control of the vibrator and he decides to give Jeongguk a bit of a break; pressing the button for the lowest setting on the vibrator. He can almost feel Jeongguk’s relief – if the way his body slumps and curls closer to Taehyung’s left leg is any indication.
He chances a glance and can’t hold back the smile when he sees Jeongguk’s eyes open and is already staring back at him, a thankful expression on his face as he swallows around his cock.
The movement creates a slick sound in the quiet of the room, but Taehyung doesn’t reprimand him. Jeongguk has been so good so far, a minor slip up is nothing. He does look over the screen to see if any Board members heard, but so far it seems they are in the clear.
Just then, one of the women on the Board speaks up.
“I believe that is all we wanted to discuss with you, mr. Kim.”
Taehyung feels Jeongguk perking up. He bites down hard on his lip not to smile.
“Okay, then I’ll see all of you in the office on Monday.”
The members all let out varying words of agreement and goodbyes, and soon enough they all exit the call one by one, until Taehyung is the only one left in the call. He reaches over to press Leave Meeting and shuts his laptop closed abruptly, carelessly throwing it in an open drawer of the massive desk.
“Fucking good boy, baby.” He growls, using his hold on Jeongguk’s jaw to pull him off his cock.
Jeongguk is just about to whine, but he’s silenced by Taehyung’s mouth crashing against his in a passionate and deep kiss. Jeongguk moans against his lips, weakly sitting higher up on his knees to kiss Taehyung even deeper.
When they pull apart, there is a string of saliva connecting their lips to each other’s, and Jeongguk moans.
“Can I, please – I was good – Taehyung, I – “
“Fuck yes, come here.” Taehyung groans, moving back against the seat and pulling Jeongguk back to his cock. He takes his cock into his hand and slaps it against Jeongguk’s cheek. The moan that the younger man lets out makes Taehyung’s gut curl in pleasure, and he groans; slapping his cock against his boyfriend’s other cheek.
Jeongguk whimpers with his mouth wide open as Taehyung slaps his cock against his nose and then drags the head all across Jeongguk’s face, staining the younger’s lips, nose, cheeks and forehead with his precome and Jeongguk’s own spit. His eyes slip shut as Taehyung drags his cock across his eyelids and then down to his mouth.
“Come here.” Taehyung commands, voice low as he guides his cock back into Jeongguk’s waiting mouth. “Pretty baby.”
Jeongguk’s eyes open to focus on Taehyung’s dark expression, flattening his own tongue and letting Taehyung feed him his cock.
“Ready, darling?”
Jeongguk knows what he is referring to, and he brings his fingers back to Taehyung’s thigh, tapping twice.
Taehyung smirks, and then his hand rests on the back of Jeongguk’s head; hips thrusting forward. Jeongguk gags slightly, tears filling his eyes for a second, but he recovers quickly, doing his best to relax his throat as much as he can.
Taehyung fucks his face, using his grip on Jeongguk’s blue hair to guide him back and forth, thrusting his hips in rhythm with Jeongguk’s head; his cock hitting the back of Jeongguk’s throat with every single thrust.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Taehyung groans, throwing his head back against the chair; getting lost in the squelching noises that Jeongguk’s throat makes. He knows he won’t last, not when Jeongguk’s perfect mouth has been around his cock for the last 45 minutes or so. “You’re so good, baby, fuck, I’m going to come.”
Jeongguk manages a whine, trying to force himself even deeper down Taehyung’s cock, and when the elder raises his head to look down at him, the sight that greets him almost makes him blow his load right then and there.
Jeongguk’s eyes are wide open; a dark twinkle in them as he tries to open his mouth impossibly wider, just to take Taehyung deeper down.
“Shit,” He groans.
Jeongguk manages to run his tongue over the prominent vein that runs on the underside of Taehyung’s cock, and that is exactly what does it. Taehyung’s abdomen clenches and he shoves Jeongguk’s head down, forcing him to take him all the way down; nose pressing against Taehyung’s clothed stomach.
He comes down Jeongguk’s throat, shooting his load deep, and his head thumps back against the chair, breathing heavy.
Jeongguk – rather dutifully – swallows every single last drop, his throat flexing around Taehyung as he swallows.
Taehyung blinks to clear the haze from his mind as fast as possible, then looks down at the boy between his legs; slowly blinking at him, some come dripping down the corner of his lips. Taehyung swallows, feeling his cock stir despite having just emptied.
“Baby,” Taehyung coos, voice gravelly as he gently eases Jeongguk’s mouth off his cock. The younger goes easily, eyes a bit hazy. “You’re the best boy for me, yeah?”
Jeongguk preens, nodding and then looking Taehyung straight in the eye; his own hazy.
“Fuck me now?”
Taehyung laughs, slightly in disbelief, but mainly in fondness and amusement.
“Yeah, baby, get up on the table, on your stomach.”
He helps Jeongguk stand; the younger’s legs are shaky and quite useless. Taehyung stands as well, one arm curled around Jeongguk’s waist, the other ripping his own belt from his slacks. He pushes Jeongguk to lean against the edge of the table.
“I’m going to tie your hands behind your back, baby, that okay?” Taehyung asks, cupping Jeongguk’s cheek and pressing their foreheads together.
“Mhmmm.”
Taehyung smiles, pressing a kiss to Jeongguk’s nose. Then he guides Jeongguk to spin around, and helps him climb on the heavy desk.
Jeongguk sprawls across the desk on his stomach, forehead resting against the cold and smooth surface; hands obediently twisting behind himself to present them for Taehyung. Taehyung coos, leaning forward to press gentle kisses to Jeongguk’s nape while he loops his belt gently around Jeongguk’s wrists.
He does not tie it tight. Truth be told, he binds Jeongguk’s wrists with it very lightly; to the point that Jeongguk could easily slip out of them if he wanted to, but it’s purposeful. Taehyung doesn’t want to hurt him, and while they have had sex with Jeongguk restrained before, it’s always been in a bed and with softer materials than leather.
“Good?” Taehyung mumbles, attaching his lips to the shell of Jeongguk’s ear for a gentle kiss.
Jeongguk nods, then whines,
‘Fuck me already. ‘m so hard it hurts.”
Taehyung breathes out a laugh, presses another kiss to Jeongguk’s ear, then straightens up behind him. He is careful as he eases the vibrator out of Jeongguk’s hole, turning it off and throwing it carelessly on the carpet.
He uses his hands to spread Jeongguk’s ass cheeks apart, groaning at the sight of his pretty pink hole, gaping around nothing and glistening with lube.
“Shit, you’ve got the prettiest hole I’ve ever seen, baby,” the elder praises, lining himself up with Jeongguk’s rim; head of his cock catching against his rim as his length slides between Jeongguk’s cheeks; just a hint of teasing.
“Please, please.” The younger babbles mindlessly, his bound wrists weakly tapping against his own lower back in a slight bratty fit. Taehyung takes mercy – Jeongguk has suffered long enough.
Taehyung slides home. He easily fills Jeongguk up to the brim; leaning forward and blanketing Jeongguk’s body with his own, a hand coming to cup his chin and a thumb coming to slide between his lips, into his mouth.
“Oh my God, Taehyung – “ Jeongguk gurgles around his thumb, eyes hooding and body trembling from the intense waves of pleasure surrounding him.
“You take it so fucking well for me, baby. So fucking tight.” Taehyung growls, driving deep into Jeongguk, leaving him breathless and desperate.
Jeongguk sobs, weakly rocking his hips back to meet each and every single one of Taehyung’s thrusts.
The elder builds up a pace, thrusting into Jeongguk passionately and deeply, meeting his prostate head on with each and every single thrust; hips slamming against Jeongguk’s ass cheeks and squishing Jeongguk’s tied hands between their bodies. Jeongguk is moaning and whimpering, close to screaming, and Taehyung growls when he feels his baby clench around him tightly.
Each of Taehyung’s thrusts leaves Jeongguk a quivering mess in his arms, held up only by Taehyung’s arm around his waist and hand cupping his chin.
“Fuck, you just suck me in,” Taehyung groans, pressing his mouth to Jeongguk’s nape, leaving a trail of wet and burning kisses to the sweat-soaked skin. “Your hole is so fucking greedy.”
Jeongguk nods, keening high in his throat and doing his best to fuck himself back on Taehyung’s cock, trying to meet his thrusts for maximum pleasure, but it’s hard when he’s bent over a desk and with his hands restrained behind his back with a leather belt.
Taehyung pulls out until only the head is inside, then slides back in deep again and stops; grinds his cock into Jeongguk’s prostate hard, allowing his boyfriend to feel every single vein and ridge of his cock.
“Hnngh!” He sucks on Taehyung’s thumb, tongue rolling across the pad of it, hips stuttering back against Taehyung’s when the elder begins to thrust again – slow, but deep and hard; every movement setting Jeongguk’s skin on fire.
The knot in the younger’s stomach is unravelling faster than he’d like it to – he wants to drag this out as long as possible, but he’s been on the edge for so fucking long, and Taehyung is fucking the life out of him; pistoning his hips back and forth with a wild purpose.
“ ‘m gonna – Tae, ‘m going to – “ the words come out choked, but Taehyung understands.
“Yeah, baby, yeah, me too. Go ahead.”
The permission is all Jeongguk needs before he’s painting the surface of Taehyung’s desk white with a loud moan, and Taehyung’s groan in his ear causes shivers to break across Jeongguk’s skin; body spasming weakly against the desk as he comes.
“Perfect boy,” Taehyung gasps as he thrusts a few times and then – finally – fills Jeongguk to the brim with his second release of the morning. Jeongguk moans again, body going limp and boneless as Taehyung pumps him full, falling over Jeongguk’s body and pressing his lips to his shoulder; raining kisses from his shoulder to the side of his neck.
A few minutes later, he feels Taehyung move against him, beginning the process of slowly pulling out, and Jeongguk whines, body tensing up; not yet ready to part with Taehyung this way.
“Shhh, it’s okay.” Taehyung whispers, kissing Jeongguk’s cheek.
“No, I don’t want to – “Jeongguk tries to put his thoughts into words – how he doesn’t want Taehyung to leave, doesn’t want to waste even a drop of his come.
Taehyung silences him with another kiss – this time to his temple – and unties Jeongguk’s hands, throwing the belt on the floor.
“That’s why I asked you to bring the plug, baby. I know you.”
Jeongguk could fucking kiss Taehyung right now. He will.
But right now he goes pliant again, biting his lip to stop the whine from spilling out of his mouth as Taehyung slowly eases out. Once he’s completely out, Jeongguk watches in amusement as Taehyung grabs the plug with an almost inhuman speed. It makes his heart warm to know that Taehyung knows him so well and is always so careful when taking care of him.
“Here, unclench, darling.”
Jeongguk blushes, not having even realised that he had clenched his hole in fear of even a single drop spilling. He does as told, and then feels the cold silicone of the plug pushing in; a small sound escaping his mouth.
“Shhh, it’s okay, my pretty baby.” Taehyung rumbles, pushing it all the way in and leaning forward to kiss Jeongguk’s nape. “Turn around for me, sweetheart?”
He waits until Jeongguk gathers his currently non-existent strength and then helps the younger turn around until he’s laying on his back.
“Sorry, messed up your desk.” He slurs, eyelids heavy. He could go for another nap now. Taehyung smiles, shaking his head, and Jeongguk blinks his eyes, trying his best to commit this view to memory.
Taehyung, with his black hair messy and lips bitten red. Taehyung, with his eyes so fond and his smile so soft now.
“It’s okay. Let’s get you some water and get you all cleaned up, okay?”
Jeongguk whines.
“Can’t walk. Carry me.”
Taehyung groans.
“I can’t feel my legs.”
Jeongguk glares.
“Neither can I.”
Taehyung sighs, but it’s good natured; the smile crinkling his eyes is almost ridiculous. Jeongguk is in love.
“Okay, let me take care of you, my love.”
Jeongguk nods and allows Taehyung to carefully scoop him up in his arms; his legs coming to wrap tight around Taehyung’s waist. His arms loop around the elder’s neck and his cheek rests against Taehyung’s broad shoulder.
Taehyung grunts in exertion, but carries Jeongguk out of the office and down the hall to the closest bathroom.
Jeongguk feels like he’s about to fall asleep.
The bubble bath that Taehyung drew for them is so good; smells like lavender and the warm water sloshes around the edges of the tub any time either of them move.
Jeongguk’s eyes are closed; body rests between Taehyung’s legs, back to chest.
Taehyung is gentle as he brings the loofah across Jeongguk’s skin; washing away any traces of sweat or come. He keeps pressing kisses to Jeongguk’s cheeks and shoulders; sucks little marks into the side of his neck and uses his free hand to stroke Jeongguk’s tattooed arms and massage the tense muscles of his legs.
“How are you feeling?” He rumbles into Jeongguk’s ear, leaving a kiss to the spot after.
Jeongguk hums.
“Like I’m living on a cloud.”
He can feel Taehyung pause, and he giggles.
“Not like subspace-clouds. Just any regular, happy-clouds.”
Taehyung relaxes.
“Oh, okay. I was getting worried.”
Jeongguk shakes his head, pushing up in the water despite Taehyung’s noise of protest behind him, and slowly turns around until he’s facing the elder. He climbs in Taehyung’s lap, wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing their foreheads together. Taehyung’s arms wrap around Jeongguk’s waist.
“I love you so much. Thank you for this morning.” He whispers, stamping a little kiss to Taehyung’s lips. “You always know how to take care of me.”
Taehyung’s expression softens, thumbs drawing little shapes into his skin.
“I love you too, baby. You were wonderful for me. You always are; always make me so happy, darling.”
Jeongguk’s cheeks heat with a blush and he’s ducking his head to hide his face in Taehyung’s shoulder.
“Shut up.”
Taehyung’s laughter fills the bathroom as he rubs his hand up and down Jeongguk’s back; kissing his shoulder again.
“I’ll order breakfast for us when we get out of the bath, okay? Your favourite.”
Jeongguk hums.
How lucky he is, to have someone who fucks him so good he nearly loses his voice, then takes such good, loving care of him.