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Having a well renowned video editor for a Husband had always been fun until this past month. Tae had been married to Jungkook for five years. They got together after a tense period of denying feelings, misunderstandings and awkwardness and after four years of being boyfriends, they ran off and had a quick civil ceremony wedding while on holiday in Las Vegas. They were spontaneous and their relationship was a happy place for both of them.
Tae loved his job as the manager of a hotel, it was stressful but he got to meet new people every day and the hotel had a great reputation. It was frustrating at times when he had a run of late shifts and he was climbing into bed as Jungkook was getting up for work but they always made sure they spent a few days of quality time together after that.
Jungkook’s job could also be stressful and when you’re at the top of your game, there are tight deadlines and days spent holed up in the editing room at work. He’s had his name on the credits of some award winning dramas and is very good at what he does. That’s why, for the last month, he’s been working for almost 24 hours a day on an up and coming documentary and his sheer determination to get it finished before the deadline means more time in the editing room than at home.
Tae is a needy guy. He loves his husband more than anything and can so easily feel bereft when they aren’t together. He craves affection and in the last month he’s felt like he’s being punished for a severely bad thing. He has surprised Jungkook with a packed meal a few times, he actually likes the editing room because it is private and small. Last week he steered the situation towards a long make out session before leaving his husband to his work… but that was nowhere near enough.
With the deadline nearing, he had a plan but needed to know how close Jungkook was to finishing because he would never distract him from an important job. He had the utmost respect for his husband and that took priority, even if he was desperate to be fucked. That was one element of their relationship that had been like a drug to them both… their sex life was exemplorary. They were a switch couple and on the occasions where they both had time, their sex marathons left them both aching and exhausted in the most amazing way possible. They could read each other well and the other was more than happy to oblige when he knew that his Husband needed taking care of… which is precisely where Tae was at right now.
Tae’s plan starts with a visit to his husband at work. He needs to test the waters and see where he’s at with the assignment he has. He’s packed up a lunch and heads over to the building where Jungkook is based. He greets all the staff and makes his way up a few floors in the elevator to the floor where the company is. There are a whole load of editing rooms on the floor but Jungkook is always in the same one. The wooden door with the small square window in it has his initials and the number 123 on it. When he’s really busy and not wanting to be disturbed there’s a chrome plate on the door that he can slide across to say ‘do not disturb’ and a small blind he can pull down to cover the window. This stops his team leader from interrupting him so he can check progress so far which is always his way of slipping in the next job or adding more to the one in hand. Sometimes, even when Jungkook just needs a ten minute break, the sign and blind have been a godsend, especially when another member of his team informs him that the team leader is looking for him.
Tae peers through the window and can see his Husband busy at work. There is something incredibly sexy about the way Jungkook guides the mouse with his hand… Tae knows that it is thoughts like that, that emphasise his need. That’s when he knows things are bad.
He knocks on the door and enters the room. His husband is sitting at a beech desk on the right hand side of the small room. On top of the desk are four screens with various editing equipment laid out. Tae doesn’t know what any of it does but since he accidentally pressed a button one evening when he had Jungkook bent over the desk, he daren’t touch anything.
On the left hand side of the room and directly opposite the desk and equipment is a small black two seater sofa. He often sat and watched Jungkook work from that position and will never forget when it was their wedding video that his Husband was editing and he was sitting on the sofa dabbing at his eyes with a tissue.
“Hey gorgeous.” Tae says, leaning over and kissing Jungkook on his cheek.
Jungkook turns around in his chair and points to his lips, “Missed you.”
Tae smiles and kisses him properly. There are always fireworks when they kiss and Tae always believed it was like a movie scene every time. Jungkook knows what a hopeless romantic his husband is and one night he surprised him at the hotel, carried him bridal style into his office and took care of his every desire. The overnight shifts at the hotel were great for situations like that and Jungkook made the most of them.
“I’m missing you so much, baby.” Tae says breathlessly after their greeting kiss.
Jungkook pulls his husband into his lap, “Not long, beautiful. I’m nearly done here.”
“You are?” Tae can’t hide his excitement.
“I am. I should be finished in a couple of days.”
“Days?”
“Think of how much fun we can have once I’m finished. I’ve booked a few days off next week.”
Tae pouts because he was hoping for Jungkook to be finished sooner than ‘days’. “How many days left?” For his plan, he needs to know.
“I don’t know for sure but I would guess two?”
“Okay. I will arrange the rota so I am off next week too… I need you.”
Jungkook brings Tae closer and drags his lips along his jaw, “You do?”
Tae turns his head and nuzzles Jungkook’s head to the side so he can leave little wet kisses on his neck which he knows is a sensitive spot for his husband. “I do… I need to cover your body in kisses.”
Jungkook closes his eyes, “Yeah?”
Tae speaks between each kiss and swipe of his tongue as Jungkook angles his head more, “I want to feel your cock in my mouth and swallow everything you give me.”
Jungkook can feel the stirring in his pants as his Husband assaults him with his mouth in more ways than one. “Tae… beautiful… I need to get back to work.”
Tae pulls back and pouts for effect, “Two days?”
“I’ll do my best.”
“I bought you lunch, eat it when you can.”
“I will… I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“Impossible.” Jungkook says, giving his husband’s backside a slap as he gets off of his lap.
***
Two days later and Tae was back. He was armed with surprises and ready to put his plan into action. He’d hardly seen Jungkook and was like a coiled spring. He knew that Jungkook was likely to finish the job today and with the deadline being three days away, he hoped his husband wouldn't mind a distraction.
As expected the blind was down and the sign for not being disturbed was on. He opened the door and slipped inside, also expecting the angry look from Jungkook because the sign had been ignored but seeing it soften as soon as he saw who it was. While Jungkook says "Hey beautiful" and turns back to the screens, Tae quietly locks the door and sits down on the sofa.
"Hey gorgeous." He says.
"Did you want something, Tae? I'm close to finishing."
Tae stands and kisses Jungkook on the cheeks from behind. "I'm here because I want you."
"I won't be long, beautiful." He says, focused on the screen.
Tae's plan is to pounce on his husband as soon as he's finished but as he sits and waits, it starts to take longer than he thought and impatience rears its ugly head.
"Can't you take a mini break?" Tae just needed enough time to be fucked and appease the ache consuming his body… that’s all.
"No, baby, I've nearly finished."
"You said that ages ago." He was sure that it wouldn’t take long, he’d been on the verge of an orgasm all month.
"I know but I have… can you occupy yourself a bit longer?"
Tae suspects that Jungkook isn't implying what he thinks but it sounds like a great idea and if his husband suggested it then why not?
He begins by palming himself over the top of his loose trousers. He left their home without any underwear because he wasn't planning on wearing clothes for very long. He manspreads on the sofa, sitting in the middle, directly behind Jungkook. Tae has always found his husband attractive. His friends told him he was shallow in the early days and they thought that Tae fancied Jungkook so much that he could be a serial killer and he'd still have wanted him. He's happy to admit that most of the thinking at that time was done with his penis but Jungkook was and still is, a fine specimen of a man. Even now, from behind, Tae hardens slowly under his hand. The hairline is crisp and clean, the short sleeves of Jungkook’s t-shirt show most of his arms and the way he holds the mouse starts his mouth watering because he knows what that hand can do. A quiet whimper passes his lips as his hand dips under the waistband of his trousers and he smirks when his husband looks round.
"What are you doing?" A stupid question but he asks it anyway.
"Occupying myself." he answers honestly.
Jungkook tuts and turns back to the screen. "Are you that horny?"
"You have no idea." Is the deep, gravelly response.
Jungkook is determined to finish editing the documentary and takes a deep breath as he hears a few more muffled sounds from behind him. He knows what every change in pitch means, he knows that the sounds are muffled because his Husband has his bottom lip between his teeth. He registers the slight hoarseness that accompanies each breath when Tae hardens further.
The hotel manager pushes the elastic waistband of his trousers lower so he can free his erection and get better access to it. The languid strokes are helping as little to relieve the strong urges coursing through his body but he’s starting to need more.
Jungkook hears some movement behind him, there’s a lot of shuffling and he thinks that maybe Tae has thought better of it and decided to leave him to it. He toys with the idea of turning around, his finger clicking the mouse as he tries to work out what his husband is doing out of view. He even tries to make out what Tae is doing in the reflection of his screen but the lighting and angle doesn’t allow it.
With his trousers on the floor, Tae shimmies to the edge of the sofa. He bends his knees and puts the soles of his feet against the edge of the table in front of him. He impresses himself with this idea because he has full access to himself and can quite easily start fucking his hole with his fingers. He chooses to take his time, he brought a anal massager toy with him because he wanted to surprise Jungkook… he just hadn’t anticipated that he’d be using it on himself. He decides that there are plenty of times to surprise his man and use it on him at a later date but for now, he was desperate.
The movement behind Jungkook ceases and it’s the squelching sound that forces him to look away from his screen and turn around again. He could never have predicted how much of a bad idea it was until he was faced with the view that he was seeing. His cock twitches without any provocation from thoughts in his mind as he eyes the parted legs, the fingers slowly rubbing over the entrance he wants to taste. His breaths increase as his line of sight connects with Tae’s and he can’t decide whether his husband is an angel or the devil himself.
“Tae… I’ve nearly finished.” The words are strained and he can’t pretend otherwise.
Tae releases his lower lip from the grasp of his teeth, “O-okay.”
“Are you going to wait?”
Tae nods his head, “Mmmmhmm”
Jungkook swallows thickly and swivels his chair around once more. He isn’t sure what he was asking or what Tae’s agreement meant because the sounds behind him continue and with every quiet moan, his own member hardens in his pants. One particularly deep groan makes him pause, hold his breath, swallow again and he wipes his brow in response to the temperature rapidly increasing.
Tae isn't entirely sure how much longer he's going to have to wait for his husband but he could have fun while he waits. He can hold off his orgasm, he could edge himself until he's a royal mess. He could bring himself to his knees and he knows when he's in that state, Jungkook won't be able to leave him alone.
So… he reaches behind the cushion beside him. He'd dropped the anal massager there while getting the lube and removing his trousers earlier. Popping the cap of the banana flavoured lubricant, bought specifically because Jungkook loves banana milk and Tae had expected to be eaten out, he generously coats the toy. He's sure that Jungkook can hear him and he hopes the scent of bananas reaches him. The thought of his husband’s beautifully thick cock straining inside his tight white underwear, begging to be freed, causes a whimper to trickle from his lips. God, he's feeling pathetically needy, craving attention from the man who's got his back to him.
Jungkook wipes his brow again when he hears the bottle lid popping open and snapping shut. He thought the air con was on but it wasn't working if it was meant to be on. He shifts his lower body slightly, wanting to release the pressure between his legs but his trousers are restrictive and totally doesn't help. He realises that with every click of the mouse he tries to time his breathing because he's in danger of panting at this rate.
The massager feels sublime as it enters him. Tae clamps his teeth down on his lip and looks to the ceiling as he pushes the toy in slowly. The stretch is a little uncomfortable but he takes his time because he seems to have a lot of that right now. He breathes deeply through his nose and pauses when the tip of the anal toy catches his prostate sending electric sparks of pleasure coursing up his spine. Tae begins sliding the toy out and gently pushing it back in. He looks down at his erection covered by his shirt and can see the small wet patch where pre-cum oozes from the tip. Every now and again, he purposely pushes the toy into his sweet spot and can't help the noises that rumble through his chest. He groans loudly and unexpectedly when his hand presses too firmly on the wrong part of the massager and it starts vibrating. He's quick to turn it off because he knows he'd cum in seconds and he's meant to be showing patience.
The loud groan and vibrating sound pierce Jungkook’s core and he has to hold his breath. Teeny tiny beads of perspiration form on his forehead and the air suddenly becomes suffocating. He starts losing count of the number of times that he zones out thanks to the noises his Husband is making. He knows every inch of Tae’s body, every sound he makes and he has edged him enough times to know when he gets close to cumming. Jungkook doesn’t need to turn around to see the view because he can see it in his head. His mind presents him with the images of his devilish Husband’s long, svelte fingers wrapped around the toy. His mind flashes with a clear picture of Tae’s flushed face and equally flushed erection, that he’s convinced would be leaking right now. His mouth waters and he thinks he can taste the bitter saltiness of his husband's cum on his tongue.
Tae is close once more, it takes all his willpower to remove the toy and allow the feeling to wane. He isn’t sure how much longer he can stave off his orgasm and he has no idea how long his husband expects him to wait.
Jungkook can’t control himself any longer, even his palm feels sweaty holding the mouse and he’s given up trying to keep his breaths steady. His trousers are tight and the word ‘uncomfortable’ covers just about every part of the situation. He swivels around in his chair to face the man sitting behind him and the view is every bit as sinful as he’d expected it to be.
There are many things that he wants to say to Tae but his mind can’t form a sentence so he stands up and removes his clothes, breathing a deep sigh of relief as he frees his cock from the confines of his underwear. He briefly looks over at the door and sees that it’s locked, his Husband’s intentions made perfectly clear. He's been suffering too. The long days in this room and the lack of intimacy affected him also and his balls were definitely blue because of it.
Tae has to close his eyes when Jungkook gets naked because he’s been close too many times and he knows that as soon as he’s touched he’s likely to cum. He drops the toy and removes his t-shirt. When he opens his eyes his husband is staring at him.
“You drive me crazy.” Jungkook says as he turns Tae sideways, lifts his leg and kneels on the sofa.
Tae’s head rests on the arm of the sofa as he lays on his back and grapples for his man. His leg is hoisted into Jungkook’s shoulder and he’s entered quickly, eyes rolling as his body is shunted upwards. The second their mouths meet, he groans, a long drawn out sound that rumbles through his throat.
The editor drives his cock into his husband, the pace set by the build up of having to sit and hear him pleasuring himself for the last hour or so. His attempt at kissing isn’t successful but there’s plenty of time for that after he’s given Tae what he can only presume he came here for.
Tae can’t announce the orgasm when it hits because the ability to talk left him a while ago. He manages to avoid choking on his husband’s tongue as his mouth is paralysed and his body shakes. It feels neverending as his cock pulses and ejects semen onto his skin and his eyes close.
As Tae’s body reacts strongly to his climax, Jungkook isn’t far behind him and pulls back to announce his orgasm, “Cumming” as he buries himself once more.
The hotel manager’s head continues to spin and his breaths come thick and fast as he looks to the ceiling. Jungkook knows that expression, he knows that zoned out look and moves quickly on shaky legs to grab his shirt to give them a wipe over. He squeezes himself against the back of the sofa and pulls Tae to him. The sofa isn’t wide by any means but he could make any space work because he knows how much his husband needs to be held when he has such a powerful orgasm.
Tae wriggles closer, makes a sound of appreciation as Jungkook’s arms tighten around him. There isn’t anywhere else he’d rather be than in the arms of his husband. As his body calms down he mumbles into Jungkook’s neck, “Did you finish?”
The editor giggles, “No but it won’t take me long. I could get it finished while you get dressed.”
“More waiting?” Tae whines. He’s not keen on waiting and has plans for later.
“Yes baby but I promise it will only take seconds and then we can go home.”
“Okay… I want to fuck you when we get home.”
Jungkook shifts his head so he can look into his husband’s eyes. He frowns and with a smirk he says, “Oh… I don’t think so… I’ve not finished with you yet.”
Tae feels a wave of arousal inside him… he knows that look and he’s more than happy to wait for his turn. The only challenge now was waiting until they got home.