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They stumble into the bathroom together laughing, a little tipsy, a little horny.
Taehyung can’t seem to keep his hands to himself. He’s been pawing at Jeongguk all evening—cozy, soft brown eyes wide and playing at being innocent. The perfect pink heart of his mouth is halfway between a smile and a smirk but Jeongguk knows the look on his face well enough, can tell by the way Taehyung puts his hands on Jeongguk’s waist that he’s looking for a little fun. As soon as they enter the tight space of the bathroom, Taehyung’s fingers are shoved into Jeongguk’s shirt collar.
‘You should loosen this up,’ he giggles, fingers clumsy with the buttons at Jeongguk’s throat. He drags his fingers until two pop, and then Jeongguk is circling his fingers around his wrists. ‘Oh!’
‘Tae, jagi, you gotta relax,’ Jeongguk says warmly, overly fond. ‘We’re in public.’
Taehyung tilts his chin, eyelashes fluttering cutely. He leaves Jeongguk’s buttons alone for now, more focused on touching the skin that peeks out now, the soft pads of his fingers insistent on touching as much as possible. It’s hard to not enjoy being felt up. Taehyung’s hands are big and radiate heat, and Jeongguk likes the attention more than he’d ever care to admit. Taehyung pets him, hands groping his pecs and when he curls his fingers, his nails run across Jeongguk’s nipples and invoke a sweet enough pain that causes him to shiver.
‘Taehyung,’ Jeongguk warns, inhaling sharply. ‘That’s not relaxing.’
‘You look so fucking sexy,’ Taehyung tells him in lieu of an apology. ‘Just one kiss, and I’ll behave, I promise!’
In Taehyung speak, that means he will not behave. Jeongguk indulges him anyway. He guides Taehyung’s arms around his neck and kisses him, settling one hand on his waist while the other braces for the inevitable impact. Taehyung pulls at him, fingers splayed across the back of his neck, fingers tangling into his hair, until they’re both stumbling. Jeongguk catches them before they can crash into the sink, but it’s hard to be vigilant when Taehyung is all tiger-teeth against his lips, back arching to be as close as possible.
It’s too much to resist. Jeongguk lifts him by the thighs and settles Taehyung onto the counter, a hand settled against the curve of his ass so he doesn’t topple backwards. It makes matters worse. Taehyung dives in for another kiss, mouth warm and wet and wanting.
It’s like being captured by some villain. Taehyung tucks his legs around Jeongguk’s waist immediately, arms wrapping around his neck so he can wet the kiss, squeezing and clinging as he shuffles forward so that he can press his very hard cock against Jeongguk’s belt. Jeongguk can’t help but to indulge him either. Taehyung’s tongue tastes like the apricot liqueur from the bar, searching and curious, licking into Jeongguk’s mouth with loud, wet smacks. He grinds a little too, cock hard where it presses into Jeongguk’s belly as he wiggle-writhes for pleasure. One sip of alcohol and Taehyung turns into a slut.
Taehyung mewls nice and low, mouth searching lower and lower. He bites Jeongguk’s neck and licks, hands dropping so he can knead at Jeongguk’s chest, popping an extra button and playing coy like Jeongguk won’t be able to tell.
‘Please—Just a little touching, hyung,’ Taehyung pouts. ‘I’ll be good, I’ll be quiet.’
They both know that it isn’t true. Jeongguk groans, arousal pooling hot in the pit of his stomach. It takes all of his willpower to not drag Taehyung down from the counter to flip him around, to force him to look at Jeongguk through the mirror while he fucks him nasty and fast from behind. Taehyung’s style of seduction, if it can even be called that, is to act pretty and promiscuous and to play right on all of Jeongguk’s favorite ways to get off. Taehyung sucks at the front of his throat, and it breaks Jeongguk’s heart that he has to step away.
‘That,’ he says, voice tight, ‘is the opposite of being good. No hickeys, Tae.’
Taehyung whines. ‘Please, please—I just need you so bad, I want you to give it to me.’
‘Give you what?’ Jeongguk asks.
He regrets it immediately because Taehyung leans forward, his breath warm against Jeongguk’s ear, and whispers, ‘Hyung’s cock.’
Jeongguk pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek and exhales, leaning back to glance at the door just to have a moment away. It would be so hot to split Taehyung open here in the privacy of the bathroom, to bounce him between the counter and his cock, but one of them has to be responsible, to be reasonable. Taehyung’s eyes glimmer with faux tears as Jeongguk comes back in. He drops his forehead against Taehyung’s shoulder pathetically.
‘Tae,’ he says. ‘We can’t, baby. Gotta be patient for hyung, okay?’
‘Please?’ Taehyung simpers, pathetic and pouty. ‘I want it, Jeonggukie, I need you—just the tip, hyung, I’ll be good.’
And if Jeongguk doesn’t get some type of control over the situation, he’s going to be inches deep within Taehyung’s tight hole any minute now. He moves without thinking, middle and ring fingers pushing into Taehyung’s open mouth just so Jeongguk can have a minute of peace without having to fight for his life. It works like a charm. Taehyung closes his lips around Jeongguk’s fingers almost immediately, oral-greedy and obedient for his favorite hyung, slow sucking and exploratory tonguing. Something lights up in Taehyung’s glossy eyes, and all Jeongguk can do is huff in relief as he watches Taehyung’s cheeks slowly hollow around his knuckles
It’s lewd, maybe a little inhumane, but Taehyung’s body goes soft like it does when he’s beyond horny, cock-stupid and such a good boy for his Jeonggukie hyung. He stutters, bubble-drool on his pretty pink mouth while he sucks on Jeongguk’s fingers, tongue flat on the underside, lashes flutter closed against the pink sheen of his soft cheeks. Jeongguk can still feel Taehyung’s cock bunny-hopping against his belly. Taehyung laps at his fingers like his life depends on it and he takes Jeongguk’s resolve from the sight alone. How someone can be so seductive and so obedient but bossy and desperate at the same time, Jeongguk will never know. Then again, he’s never been on the winning team against Taehyung. All it takes is one pout, one hushed plea, and Jeongguk breaks.
‘Undo your pants,’ Jeongguk orders softly. Taehyung’s hands shake as they fly to his button. ‘And don’t—don’t make any noise. If you make even one sound, I’ll stop touching you and I’ll leave you in here by yourself, understand? Nod if you understand me.’
Taehyung nods, slippery messy spitty around Jeongguk’s fingers, and finally manages to push to free his button with clumsy fingers. Rose-dust settles over his pretty cheeks and Jeongguk wants nothing more than to bite him. He doesn’t, though, far too interested in pulling Taehyung’s weepy cock from the confines of his pants and underwear so that he can clasp his hand around it. He massages the length of him, fingers testing the girth, pleased with the jump whenever he’s kind enough to apply the slightest amount of pressure. When he presses the tip of his finger against Taehyung’s slit, it’s a test more than it’s a gift. Taehyung’s lips clamp around his fingers messily with a garbled moan.
Jeongguk decides that doesn’t count.
The sound of Taehyung sucking sloppy goes straight to his cock, which has honestly been throbbing ever since he noticed the hazy-gone look in his boyfriend’s eyes half an hour ago. Because Taehyung is messy when he’s tipsy, clingy and whiny and silly, who forgets his surroundings because the expectations of professionalism go right out the window as soon as he’s drunk a little wine that’s older than Jeongguk himself. He’s always been more obvious when he thinks no one is watching, eyes gravitating to Jeongguk like he’s the center of the universe. Jeongguk pauses in his groping to spit into his palm, ignoring the way Taehyung’s legs squeeze around his hips like he’s jealous, like it’s a waste Jeongguk is spitting to slick his cock up instead of in his wide, willing mouth.
What a nonsensical thing to be jealous about, not that Jeongguk is any better—He watched Taehyung’s pink tongue dart out to catch a dewdrop on the rim of his glass and clenched his fists in his lap. If anyone’s at the center of the universe, it’s Taehyung.
It ends up not being just a little touching in any way, shape, or form. Taehyung slobbers, hot and drippy, around Jeongguk’s fingers when Jeongguk finally gets a rhythm going, tatted fingers wrapping around Taehyung’s soft tip, the soft curve of his palm fitting around perfectly. Jeongguk accidentally smears the mess across Taehyung’s chin by accident and groans. For all the responsibility he has, he isn’t good at enacting it. He’s in the bathroom with Taehyung at fucking Atomix finger fucking his mouth so they won’t be caught when he knows they really do only have a few believable minutes left to be spirited away. Still, he can’t help but tug at Taehyung’s cock anyway, a little stupid in love, jerking him off on top of the counter, desperately wishing he could hear all of those precious sounds Taehyung was trying so hard to hold back.
‘Good boy,’ he murmurs, strained. ‘That’s it, you’re doing so well.’
He fists Taehyung’s pearl-leaking cock, obsessed with the velvet-soft curve, the drippy pink tip that makes his fingers slip while he presses his thumb against the slit. Taehyung gurgles sweetly, something tense and horny building around the corners of his eyes. It’s so hard not to give into him, to not want to make him come just because he’s asked so petulantly. Jeongguk pretends to have patience, some sort of willpower, free will to not give into Taehyung’s every whim and request, but it's a lie. All Taehyung had to do is bat his pretty charcoal eyelashes and it’s over—Jeongguk would rearrange his guts here and now in this tiny bathroom if it weren’t for the ever-prevalent nervous whispers of don't get caught, don’t get caught, don’t get caught that plagues the back of his mind whenever they’re at schedules.
But at this point, getting caught might be easier to explain than the two fingers pressing flat against Taehyung’s drool-drippy tongue, the hand that drags so sweetly from the peeking swell of his balls to that gorgeously weeping tip. Jeongguk strokes Taehyung like they have all the time in the world, eyes trained on the veins that peek from beneath his skin, watching for any delicious sign that enough has been enough. Taehyung makes everything a show—chest heaving as he works his tongue around Jeongguk’s fingers, noisy sucking that Jeongguk is only faintly willing to acknowledge is probably just as loud as if he had just let Taehyung moan. Still, Jeongguk paws at him, thumb sweeping through the soft cream building at Taehyung’s pink tip, mouth a little open as he watches his favorite cock bounce and twitch with every pull and tug. Hunger twists in the pit of his stomach.
The sensible part of Jeongguk’s brain says no, don’t but the cock-hungry part overrides that. He tucks his forefinger inside of Taehyung’s cheek, coaxing his mouth open wider. And then Jeongguk pushes him backwards.
Taehyung takes it pretty well. He catches himself on the counter, chin tilting accordingly, humming around Jeongguk’s fingers, purring perfectly pleased with the way things are going. Then he watches, glittering brown eyes, as Jeongguk leans forward and clumsily catches the satin of Taehyung’s vanilla-sweet cock on the tip of his tongue. It’s more of a gift for Jeongguk than it is for Taehyung. Hissing, half-aggravating tension in the difference of his shoulders, but still so determined to get his mouth on that salty slide of Taehyung’s cock, sake-clear precum tasting like all of Jeongguk’s hopes and dreams. He groans softly and hooks his fingers on accident, pulls Taehyung’s head down so they can stare at one another, horribly cramped and bent over, but happy to be together.
He doesn’t stay long, just enough to taste and gather the taste of Taehyung on his tongue to drown out the taste of matcha soju. He lets Taehyung’s precum lather nicely and then slides his mouth off with a delirious pop, frustrated that he couldn’t do more but satisfied with the way the touch causes Taehyung’s teeth to dig into his fingers. He’s a good boy who doesn’t bite down, but that desperation is nicer than any sweet white wine. Jeongguk spits into the halo-curl of his fingers, lightly pinches the rouged tip of Taehyung’s cock to watch it leak now more slick than it would have been if he had just left it. He lets it linger on his lip, gathers the rest of his dangling spit on his tongue, and pushes it out of his mouth with his tongue, spider-silk dripping. Taehyung’s hips jump involuntarily at the touch, chasing the heat of Jeongguk’s hand as he pulls it away just so the glob of his spit slides down the hard arch of Taehyung’s pretty pert cock
Jeongguk fists around him earnestly then, dragging his rough palm up-down Taehyung’s dick. He listens to the hoarse mm-mm’s that leak between his fingers despite how far his fingers have curled against Taehyung’s teeth. And Taehyung sucks his fingers well, sniffling to avoid moaning wetly as Jeongguk teases him. From the precious roundness of his balls to the ever weeping head of his cock. Taehyung’s abs clench beneath Jeongguk’s helpful coaxing. His brow furrows neatly, eyelashes damp, mouth gooey with drool.
‘Good boy,’ Jeongguk tells him again, voice rough. ‘So fucking sexy, Taehyung. I can’t—I can’t stop thinking about you, about your ass in those pants. I’ll never get tired of touching you, baby.’
Taehyung’s hips jump against his hand. He’s struggling to keep his eyes open, somehow still here enough to watch Jeongguk’s face. It was his favorite thing to do, Taehyung had confessed once, to stare as Jeongguk worked to get him off. Obsessed might have been the word he’d used before blushing. When it comes to getting Taehyung off, there has never been anyone better than Jeongguk because Taehyung’s cock is his cock. It’s his birthright to touch it.
‘Addicted to the way you feel,’ Jeongguk tells him breathlessly. ‘Gonna need you again after this, on the way home, ‘cause you feel so fucking amazing. You want that? Want hyung’s cock?’
The point of sticking his fingers into Taehyung’s mouth was to keep the room quiet, nonchalant, inconspicuous, but now Jeongguk is the one who can’t quit babbling, forever struggling to get the image of Taehyung blinking tears out of his eyes while he suckles up to Jeongguk’s knuckles out of his head. Three fingers deep and not even pretending to struggle, throat trained on Jeongguk’s fat cock and never willing to be a quitter. But Jeongguk just keeps talking despite the risk, chest heaving, voice struggling to be a whisper, as he guides Taehyung closer to an orgasm. He twists his wrist, wiggles his fingers, and ignores the way his wrists ache from overuse. Taehyung lifts his hips to fuck into the tight circle of Jeongguk’s hand.
‘Yeah, can you come for me? Wanna come pretty all over my fingers? Won’t let it go to waste,’ he says softly. ‘Want to eat it, Taehyungie, so you have to come for me. Please let me have a taste.’
He squeezes his eyes shut and chokes gently, and Jeongguk gets to watch as Taehyung unfolds neatly under his touch like a painting that comes to life, soft eyebrows and clear skin, mouth watering, cock leaking steadily. Taehyung lets out a ragged exhale, head canting back, and that’s all Jeongguk needs to see to know that it’s over. Taehyung groans and tenses, pearl-dew shooting onto Jeongguk’s skin as he finds his release, hips orgasm-jerking as he tries so very hard to not clamp down around Jeongguk’s fingers. To be safe, Jeongguk pulls his fingers out of Taehyung’s mouth and catches the drool as it slides down his chin with his hand carefully. Considering what they’ve done in the amount of space they’ve done it, Jeongguk is relatively pleased they didn’t make more of a mess.
Panting heavy and stinking of cum, Taehyung basks in the afterglow, eyes soft and fucked-out, swaying softly as he continues shooting cum into the taut ring of Jeongguk’s fingers. The flush in his cheeks is back and intense, a post-fuck realization that he’s gotten almost exactly what he wanted. Taehyung reaches for Jeongguk’s cock then, but he shakes his head, messy hands held up so that Taehyung can slide across the counter without getting dripped on. He’s kind and turns on the faucet for Jeongguk and begins situating himself. Curiously, Jeongguk brings the dewdrops of Taehyung’s cum up to his mouth and licks it clean, savoring the taste.
‘Uh,’ Taehyung says intelligently.
His eyes glance down, and Jeongguk can tell he wants to get down there on his knees, mouth wet and willing to slurp down his cock—Jeongguk’s brain pollutes at the mental image. He shakes his head again. They’ve been gone long enough.
‘It’s fine,’ Jeongguk tells him. ‘You’ll get me later.’
Taehyung’s eyes glimmer hopefully. ‘In the car?’
‘God, yeah,’ Jeongguk exhales.
The soap smells like neroli and honey as Jeongguk washes his hands, rinsing the drool and whatever is left of the cum. He’s not sure how he’s supposed to get through the rest of the dinner now. He’s going to be thinking of Taehyung the entire time—his mouth around Jeongguk’s fingers, his cock leaking down his wrist, his begging of just the tip like a haunting melody . As if it isn’t hard enough already to deny Taehyung exactly what he wants no matter the circumstances. Jeongguk tries to think of something desperately unsexy like tax returns or that certain post-concert sweat smell that’s somehow both sweet but obscenely foul. It kind of works to tamper down on his own arousal.
They speak casually now as if Taehyung hadn’t just been begging for it and Jeongguk hadn’t been three fingers deep in his throat. Taehyung wipes at his chin, eyes flicking in the mirror curiously. ‘Your stylist deserves a raise,’ he says, voice positively fucked deep and raspy. ‘Your shirt—’
Jeongguk looks down at his popped buttons with a small laugh. He would be lying if he said he didn’t know he looks good. He shows off for Taehyung just because, watching as his eyes linger on the expanse of exposed skin.
‘You think you can behave long enough to get through dinner?’ Jeongguk asks, like he isn’t the problem now, cock-hungry and distracted by Taehyung’s cologne. He could devour him here and now. Part of him hopes Taehyung says no, but Taehyung laughs, sparkling windchime laughter that melts Jeongguk’s heart.
‘The food here is too good to let go to waste,’ Taehyung tells him as he finishes tucking in his shirt. ‘The mussel bun is kinda to die for.’
Taehyung comes to stand behind him, clingy and needy like he always is afterwards, chin resting on Jeongguk’s shoulder as they both clean the mess from their hands. The rest of dinner can go smoothly if Jeongguk can ignore the throb of arousal in his dick if he even so much as glances at Taehyung’s swollen mouth, lips pulled puffy by Jeongguk’s fingers in a battle for a sliver of control over the situation. Jeongguk isn’t lying when he says it’s hard to think about anything else other than Taehyung’s slim waist in his khaki coat.
The ride home is certain to be very interesting to say the least.