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They finish dinner, takeout this time so they don’t have to do the dishes, before sitting on the sofa. Jungkook grabs his tablet and sits next to Taehyung on the sofa, sitting as close as possible. He told Taehyung that he wants to make this a little more formal than they’ve done before since they’re doing more than they’ve done before.
“There’s a bunch of things you might flip out at during this,” Jungkook says, “so I want to make sure we’re all on the same page before starting.”
“What do you think might make me flip out?” Taehyung asks, trying to see this from his perspective. He knows what’s making him a little nervous, but how close are they thinking?
“Tying you up,” Jungkook says, typing on his tablet, “and being in public. When we were at the club last time, people could watch, but they’d be subtle. If we head to a back room, people might come up to form a crowd, they might start commenting, and I’ve even seen them try to touch people.”
Taehyung pulls back, shaking his head as fast as he can. “No, no touching, that’s not okay. Only you can touch me,” he demands, ready to pull the plug on this whole plan.
Jungkook hugs him, presses a small kiss to his forehead. “No touching then. I don’t want people touching you either, so we’re on the same page. When entering a room, we can grab a flag that makes it clear we’re not open to others participating, and that’ll prevent that from happening.”
He’s not completely sure how he feels about people commenting, and he says so. “Can we make it clear to keep their comments quiet?”
“No way to show them to stop,” Jungkook admits with a small grimace, “but I can shut it down if it gets to be too much. A few glares go a long way.”
“Especially when coming from you, Jeon Jungkook,” Taehyung teases, relaxing a little.
“Anything for you.” Jungkook kisses him again before turning back to his tablet. “How do you feel about being tied to the table leg? It’ll keep you stretched out, put you at my mercy.”
Taehyung shivers with anticipation, liking the idea of being at his mercy, of letting Jungkook do whatever he wants with him. “I’m okay with the idea of it, but I feel like I need to have an out that’s a little faster than a word.”
Jungkook nods. “We can do that. How about instead of actually tying, we just loop the ribbon around your wrists and the table leg, and then you hold the ends. Like saying red, if you drop them and your hands come up, everything stops.”
“Yes, please.” Jungkook types it out, and Taehyung watches, feeling both weird that they’re talking about it like a plan for the day and relieved that things should all go smoothly since they’re talking it out. “So, we’ll hang out in the front room a bit, then we’ll head to the back, get the flag that tells people to stay back. You’ll get me even more hot,” Taehyung starts running through the plan when Jungkook cuts him off.
“Easy to get you hot for me,” Jungkook says, reaching down to cup Taehyung. He jumps, not expecting the touch, then moans at the contact.
“Not now,” he says, pushing his hand away even though he likes it there. “But yes, you make me hot.” There’s no point in lying about the super obvious. “But, as I was saying,” Jungkook snickers at him, “then you’ll tie me to the table, get me ready, then you’ll fuck me.”
“Just one change we could make,” Jungkook says, reaching over to run a finger up his thigh, “is I could finger you open now, put a plug in your lovely ass, and then you’ll be ready for me whenever I want you.”
Taehyung looks at him, trying to process. They haven't done that much before, using a plug. He’s pretty sure it’ll make him aroused from the time it’s in up to the time Jungkook fucks him, but does he really want to do that? Does he really want to walk around with something in his ass that long? It was great before, but the issues was it almost made him too sensitive. Can he wear one while getting dressed, during a car ride, for who knows how long at the club, and not cum before Jungkook fucks him? Will it be too much?
Jungkook doesn’t say anything, lets him think it through on his own. It sounds hot, and it’s not like he’d be going to class with it but to a sex club. They're already decided it's an around the house thing. “I can take it out if it’s too much at any point?”
“Yes, any point. And we can even go home if it becomes too much,” Jungkook promises him.
“Okay,” Taehyung says, getting up from the sofa with an exaggerated stretch, sticking his ass out in Jungkook’s face. “I’m going to go get ready, and then you can get my ass ready.” He winks at Jungkook over his shoulder before heading to the bathroom. He cleans up enough to make sure his body won’t accidentally ruin the night then heads into the bedroom.
Jungkook stands by the bed, a plug and a bottle of lube lying on the sheets. Taehyung stares at them, not sure why this feels so big. Jungkook’s fingered him open before, every time they fuck, and they've done stuff at the club before, but the plug makes it seem so different. Maybe it’s because of the time, that it’s keeping his body open for whenever Jungkook wants him and everyone will know that Taehyung's willing to let Jungkook do what he wants when ne wants.
Dropping his towel, Taehyung walks up to the bed and lays himself over it, feet flat on the floor. Jungkook makes a happy noise, hand reaching out to grip and squeeze at his ass. Taehyung pushes back into it, and Jungkook keeps playing with his ass cheeks.
Taehyung whines when Jungkook pulls his hand away, and Jungkook swats his ass which makes him giggle. “Behave, babe. I need you to stay still while I do this.”
He’ll do his best, but he can’t make any promises. Taehyung focuses on keeping his breathing steady and deep so he doesn’t move too much. The lube is cold, makes him jump a bit when Jungkook starts, and he gets another little swat for that. Taehyung moans when the first finger slips inside his ass, consciously relaxing around it.
Jungkook adds another finger pretty quickly, not really making much of it, almost like he’s just doing a job. Taehyung pouts into the sheets but doesn’t argue. Even a matter of fact job is making him hard, hips starting to roll into the mattress which gets him smacked again. “Stay still babe.”
“You’re playing with my ass,” Taehyung reminds him, “and it feels good, and it’s you, and you want me to stay still?” He’d turn over to glare at him, but Jungkook still has two fingers in his ass, stretching and twisting although a little short of his prostate which sucks.
“If you want it to feel better than good, then you need to stay still.” Jungkook leans over him covering his whole body to whisper in his ear. “The stiller you stay, the harder I’ll fuck you when we get to the club.”
He always fucks him hard, but when he says it like that, Taehyung knows he’ll be in for something special. Taehyung takes a deep breath and does everything he can to stay still. It’s not perfect, especially when Jungkook finally reaches his prostate, but Taehyung does everything he can to stay still through three fingers, four fingers, more cold lube, all of it.
When Jungkook’s fingers pull out of his ass, Taehyung whimpers but manages to stay still. He’s going to stay still even if it kills him because he wants that really hard fucking. The touch of plastic to his ass, a totally different feeling from fingers, and he shivers a bit.
This time, Jungkook runs a hand along his lower back, not swatting him this time. “Relax. This is a different plug, so tell me if it hurts.”
It doesn't hurt, just feels less good than fingers, so Taehyung pushes back into it. He focuses on relaxing and pushing back as it slowly slips into his ass. His rim burns just before relaxing as it closes around the plug’s smallest point. It sits heavy in his ass, not bad, just a little weird, bigger than the one they've used before.
After a moment, Jungkook asks, “How you doing, babe? This okay, or do you need me to take it out?”
He doesn’t know. Taehyung shrugs as best he can lying down before pushing up from the bed. That shifts the plug in his ass, falling forward to press against his prostate and oh. He wobbles on his knees with a moan. “I want to keep it in, please.” Bigger is definitely better.
Taehyung looks over at Jungkook and sees him smirking at him. “You like the plug?”
Nodding, Taehyung walks to the dresser to look through his lace underwear, trying to figure out what pair to wear. He wants to feel good, obviously, but there’s a chance they’ll end up ruined, so he might not want to wear his favorites. He shifts around while thinking, moaning each time the shift jostles the plug in his ass.
“Don’t wear something you love,” Jungkook tells him, running a hand along his ass as he moves past him into the closet.
That decides it, so he goes with a pair of black boy shorts. Pretty basic but still make his ass look its absolute best. Taehyung pulls on a pair of super skinny jeans and a dark red button up to cover his sexy clothes before slipping on loafers for easy removal when they arrive.
Jungkook remembers their talk on Thursday and walks out of the closet wearing black slacks, black shoes, a black button up, and his black leather jacket. He looks so damn good in all black, and Taehyung licks his lips at the sight. “Like what you see?” Jungkook teases him.
“As much as when you look at my ass.”
Jungkook laughs and holds out his arm so Taehyung can take it and head to the elevator then down to the car. Sitting in the car is a whole new experience with a plug in his ass. He gasps when he drops into his seat, moans when he shifts to do up his seat belt, tries to hold steady when the car takes off but gives up pretty quickly.
"Feels good,” Taehyung tells Jungkook, eyes closed and head back against the headrest as he wobbles side to side trying to find the most comfortable and least arousing position for him to sit in. “So good, and we need to do this more often.” This is their second or third time, and Taehyung's pretty sure he wants to do this at home more often.
“I’ll make a note of that,” Jungkook promises him, smirking at his situation. “We can do that anywhere you want.”
“Not in real public,” Taehyung demands, drawing a line between the public of the club and all other public activities. He’s not willing to go to class or go to work, run errands again, visit Jungkook at the office, nothing like that with a plug. Although he has to admit that there is an advantage to wearing the plug to the office if he thought they could do anything in his personal office, glass frosted of course. It just makes him too sensitive to be comfortable in public by the end of the outing.
“Not in real public,” Jungkook agrees before they fall silent for the rest of the car ride. Taehyung’s not really sure what else to say and can’t really focus enough to say anything. He’s half hard and already making a mess in his panties. They are not going to survive tonight.
Walking into the coat check is a mess of moans and little whimpers, Jungkook helping him walk because he’s starting to lose focus on things outside of his arousal. Letting Jungkook undress him to hand his clothes to the check stand doesn’t help the issue. They head into the main lobby to get their bracelets to show they’re sober enough to play, then they head to a section of chairs just to sit.
Taehyung kneels at Jungkook’s feet while he sits down in the armchair. He doesn’t pay attention to Jungkook, doesn’t pay attention to the crowd, just sits with the arousal filling him and the contrasting but wonderful peace that comes from sitting here.
He hasn’t felt this fuzziness since the last time they came here, and it feels even stronger this time. Sitting back on his heels, he wobbles a little when he doesn’t concentrate on staying upright enough. Jungkook puts a hand in his hair, anchoring him, and it helps Taehyung stay upright instead of swaying side to side.
Lost in the haze, Taehyung has no idea how long they sit there as Jungkook enjoys his drink. He doesn’t even know what he got to drink, but Taehyung appreciates the small sips of water Jungkook feeds him while he kneels there.
Eventually, the hand in his hair tightens, tipping his head back so he’s looking up at Jungkook. “Time to head back,” he announces. “Color?”
Taehyung blinks up at him, trying to figure out what he means. Jungkook starts to look a little worried, but then Taehyung realizes that he’s checking in with him, making sure that he’s okay with moving forward. “Green.”
Jungkook looks at him. “You sure? That took you awhile to answer.”
“Feels all fuzzy,” Taehyung admits, reaching up to put a finger against his forehead to explain. “Had to think about it.”
“I’m going to keep checking in with you,” Jungkook tells him, “and nothing happens until you answer.”
“Yes, oppa.”
They freeze, staring at each other. Jungkook is so firm like this that Taehyung can’t help but use an honorific when talking to him. He’s not Jungkook right now, not his boyfriend, but he’s his totally in charge partner that’s going to make his night. Hyung doesn’t feel right. He’s not just his friend here. And Daddy’s too weird because he’s not American.
Oppa’s all that’s left, and as weird as he feels right now, Taehyung knows it was the only thing to say. He just hopes Jungkook isn’t mad about it and that he isn’t turned off by it either.
Jungkook takes a few deep breaths before relaxing into the armchair. “Good boy.” Taehyung relaxes and wiggles in place, happy to hear that Jungkook is happy. “Stand up for oppa so we can move on.”
It takes a few tries and Jungkook’s hand to help, but Taehyung manages to get to his feet and stand next to Jungkook. He keeps his eyes down a bit, feeling like that’s the right thing to do. It feels a little weird right now, like they’re making their roles a little more formal than they’ve done before. It doesn’t feel bad or wrong, just different, so he’s going slow.
“Good boy.” Taehyung wiggles in space, the praise going to his head and making the fuzziness that much stronger and better. “So good for oppa. Gonna reward you for that, just have to follow me.”
He’ll follow Jungkook anywhere. Following him across a room to door that promises some of the best sex he’s ever had is easy. Taehyung follows, not bothered by the eyes on him, not bothered by being seen half hard in just his lace panties.
The moment they pass the door to a back hallway, Taehyung picks up on moans, easy to identify, and a lot of other sounds that aren’t so obvious. Some sound like skin on skin, some of it from sex, some of it maybe from spankings. Seems like something that would happen here. There are some heavier impacts, but he can’t figure it out.
As he walks along, Taehyung realizes that trying to figure out what he’s hearing is totally killing his high. Things aren’t quite so fuzzy anymore, and he doesn’t like that. He wants to feel that fuzziness, that haze with Jungkook again. He moves closer to Jungkook, wanting some contact with him, maybe just holding hands.
Jungkook stops in the middle of the hallway and looks at Taehyung. “You need something, babe?” Taehyung shrugs, not really sure what to say. He didn’t talk to Jungkook about this after last time, only Jimin.
A hand under his chin tips up his face to look at Jungkook, and that’s when he realizes he got lost in his thoughts. Jungkook looks worried, and Taehyung feels bad. “Wanna get all fuzzy again,” Taehyung tells him, hoping he understands, “and it’s a little distracting here which kind of ruins that.”
Worry leaving his face, Jungkook moves closer to wrap his arms around Taehyung’s waist. “Thank you for telling oppa,” Jungkook tells him, and Taehyung blushes, hiding his face in Jungkook’s chest. “You good to keep going, baby boy?”
Nodding against his chest, he says, “Yes, oppa, I’m green.”
“Thank you for telling me.” Jungkook shifts to wrap an arm around his shoulders, and they start moving down the hallway again. Taehyung’s so wrapped up in Jungkook that he gets all fuzzy again, just focusing on being close to Jungkook, how hard he is in his panties and how much of a mess he’s making.
Jungkook deals with the person standing at the doorway they finally reach, taking something that he tucks in his pocket before ushering Taehyung through the door into the room. He should probably keep walking, but he has to stop and stare for a moment.
There are so many people here. Who knew so many people were interested in sex clubs? He’s not really aware enough to count the people, but it feels like there’s a lot of people. As he looks around, his eyes latch onto a table in the middle of the room. It’s padded on top and covered in leather, and Taehyung whimpers at the sight because he knows exactly what’s going to happen there.
“You ready for this, babe?” Jungkook asks, mouth brushing against Taehyung’s ear as he reaches down to massage his ass. Taehyung moans when he jostles the plug, pushing back into it. “Gonna let me play with your ass then fuck you over this table? Gonna let everyone see that you’re mine?”
Taehyung moans again, reaching for the table because he wants to get started. He wants Jungkook to fuck him so hard, wants him to claim him in front of everyone here. Jungkook slaps his ass, jostling the plug yet again, and helps bend Taehyung over the table. He stretches out over to the other edge of the table, and Jungkook walks around to look down at him.
“Fucking gorgeous like this,” Jungkook says, and Taehyung blushes with the praise, wiggling in place. “Gonna tie you down and have my way with you.”
Jungkook pulls the ribbon out of his pocket and crouches down to start wrapping it around the table leg. Taehyung watches out of the corner of his eyes, just waiting and floating on the highs of Jungkook and sex. When Jungkook starts wrapping the ribbon around his wrists, Taehyung moans at the feeling and wonders what it’d be like to have it on his cock.
“Hold this, babe.” Taehyung refocuses again to take the two ends of ribbon from Jungkook. He then runs a finger down his cheek and orders, “Tell me how you feel.”
Taehyung checks himself, still pretty fuzzy, cock really hard, wrists wrapped but not totally restricted. “Green, oppa.”
“Good.” Jungkook kisses his forehead, sweet in the middle of sexy, before walking back around the table. He grabs Taehyung’s hips and pulls. It stretches his arms a little, but most importantly, it pulls his crotch off the table which means he can’t grind down into the table.
Whining, Taehyung rolls his hips down into the air, unable to stop the urge even though he knows it’s pointless. He even gets a swat on the side of his hip. He whines again while trying to stay still now.
“Behave, babe,” Jungkook demands, standing close enough behind Taehyung that he can just feel his slacks brushing up against his legs. “Stay still until I’m in you, understand?”
“Yes, oppa,” Taehyung tells him. “Green, oppa, so green.”
“Good boy.” But apparently not good enough because he doesn’t pull down his panties. Instead, he actually pulls them higher, pulling them tight between his cheeks and actually pushing the plug deeper into his ass. Taehyung moans and curls his toes into the floor, the only thing he can do to express his need while still holding still for Oppa.
“Good boy,” Oppa tells him, and Taehyung relaxes because he knows it’s coming even if maybe not as fast as he wants. He sinks into the fuzziness taking over his head and waits to see what Oppa does next. He gives up, surrendering to what Oppa wants to do on his schedule.
He moans with pleasure when Oppa starts kneading his ass, talking at Taehyung in soft words of praise that he hears but doesn't really process. He pushes back into touches, moans with the occasional swat against his ass, waits for more than just touches.
When Oppa grabs his panties and rips them off him, Taehyung throws his head back with a gasp. His cock slaps up against his stomach, fully hard, totally messy, and ready for anything. But Oppa doesn’t touch it, just pulls the plug out of his ass and making Taehyung shout with shock. He didn’t know it’d happen that fast.
Or that Oppa would shove himself deep into his ass the moment later. He’s so full, ass radiating pleasure and a touch of burn, and Taehyung clenches his hands as he braces for what’s coming next.
“Hold on tight, baby boy.” Taehyung shivers at the whisper in his ear, hands clenching on the ribbon because he refuses to drop them, not before they even get started.
Oppa’s hands tighten on his hips as he slowly pulls out then slams all the way back in, balls deep, with a loud slap of skin on skin. Taehyung gasps then starts moaning over and over which each thrust. Sometimes, Oppa fucks him so hard his cock brushes the edge of the table, but most of his feeling is in his ass.
His ass, which feels so good. He’s full, so full, of Jungkook and fuzz, and all Taehyung can process is pleasure. In and out, he holds on for the ride, not sure when it’ll end and never wanting it to end. But the in and out starts to stutter, pulling him a little out of his head, then Oppa cums, shooting deep in Taehyung’s ass.
And it makes him cum.
Taehyung shakes and shivers through his orgasm, not sure what set it off, but riding it out still lying over the table. He loses track of time, lounging in the pleasure, slowly brought out of it by hands running up and down his back and the sound of Oppa in his ear.
“So good for me, babe, so fucking beautiful and precious. Need you to tell me how you feel now, babe, can you do that for me?” Oppa asks. Taehyung opens his mouth to answer but can't come up with any words. He tries to move his hands so he can get up and go to Oppa, but he can’t.
Whining, Taehyung tries to figure out what’s wrong, not happy anymore. Oppa’s hands leave his back, and he starts to shake because that must mean he’s done something wrong. He relaxes a bit when Jungkook takes his hands, doing something, then helping him up from the table.
“Hold on to me, babe,” Oppa says, helping Taehyung to wrap his arms around his neck before grabbing his thighs and picking him up to carry him out. Taehyung rests his head on his neck because he knows Oppa will take care of him.
When he opens his eyes again, Taehyung’s lying in a bed, and Jungkook’s wiping him down with a warm, damp cloth. He reaches out for him when he leaves, but Jungkook reappears to kiss his forehead and sit next to him on the bed.
Jungkook helps him sit up, and then a water bottle appears in front of him. Taehyung considers it then decides to take a few sips. When he’s had enough, he turns his head into Jungkook’s shoulder. The water goes away, but then a chocolate bar appears in front of him, and Taehyung decides that he can eat that.
He likes chocolate.
When he finishes, Jungkook doesn’t offer him anything else, just wraps him up in his arms and starts talking. “That was great, babe. I loved the chance to show people that you’re mine. Did you like it? I know you came, but that’s not everything.”
Taehyung opens his mouth to answer, but he still doesn’t have words. So he gets a hand out from under the sheets to give Jungkook a thumb up.
Jungkook hums, twisting around so their eyes meet. He looks at him, up and down, then asks, “You’re okay, but not feeling chatty?”
Taehyung nods, glad that Jungkook knows him and understands.
“Alright babe. We can discuss it later. Sleep now,” Jungkook demands. Taehyung looks around the space a little more, not really sure where they are but recognizing a bedroom. If Jungkook says they can sleep here, then he’s going to sleep. He pushes Jungkook down to the mattress then snuggles up to his chest to sleep, satisfied.