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Seokjin is fucked.
You're in public, he tries to tell himself, Get yourself together.
But he simply can't.
Not with Taehyung looking like that.
Not with the goddamn mesh shirt underneath that infuriatingly tight and short velvet coat, not with those snug, bejeweled black pants that leave nothing to the imagination - not that Seokjin needs to imagine, but god is he imagining - hugging every contour of his long, lean legs.
And certainly not that with that glint in his eyes, that knowing grin and the occasional wink.
Seokjin stares at the slight pout of Taehyung’s glossy lips as he speaks. Seokjin can’t really hear him, especially when the mesh shirt clings to his chest like that.
“Seokjin!”
Seokjin shakes out of his trance, looking properly at Taehyung’s face to find him trying not to laugh.
“Did you listen to any of what I said?”
“Um.” Seokjin blinks. Those leather pants are very distracting. “I… agree?”
Taehyung throws his head back to laugh, and now Seokjin can’t keep his eyes off that gorgeous, slender neck. Fuck.
“What’s gotten into you tonight?” Taehyung asks in mock-exasperation, hitting Seokjin’s shoulder lightly.
Seokjin coughs, “Baby. Angel. Love of my life, apple of my eye. Have you looked at yourself today?”
Taehyung can’t stop giggling, “God, control yourself. We’re in public.”
Seokjin remembers with a mental groan the crowded party they’re in.
“That’s really unfortunate, for I can’t control myself. Let’s leave?”
Taehyung laughs again, the sound making Seokjin’s heart constrict and then expand and then jump around his chest. “You’re not leaving that easy, babe.” Taehyung pats Seokjin’s head teasingly as he turns to look around for their friends and woah, that ass.
Seokjin tries to look around, chat with the two people he knows here, has a drink to loosen himself up but he thinks that just made him more feral because suddenly Taehyung is glowing twice as much.
“It’s either the alcohol or I’ve finally gone insane,” Seokjin squints, narrating his thoughts to a very bored Yoongi and a very sniggering Jungkook.
“We get it… please…” Yoongi pleads, trying to get it across that he would prefer not to hear the different ways Seokjin would like to bend Taehyung.
Jungkook, on the other hand: “You’re such a loser, I’m actually embarrassed for you right now.”
“I’m aware, I’m aware…” Seokjin says absent-mindedly, watching Taehyung talk animatedly with their old classmates,
Jungkook continues, “Like, I know you’re married and all, but damn. You’re at least a little bit of a creep.”
Seokjin finally manages to tear his eyes away from Taehyung, at the sheer offense, “Wow, sorry I find my husband so hot I literally can’t think straight, I guess?”
Seokjin realizes a little too late how loudly he said that. Jungkook doubles over in laughter as Taehyung and the people he was talking to turn to look at Seokjin.
Seokjin goes so completely, utterly red. Taehyung feels like his heart might burst out of his chest, as the people around him chuckle. He smiles so wide his face hurts, and mutters a hurried “Excuse me,” as he makes his way toward Seokjin.
“So that wasn’t supposed to happen.” Seokjin croaks in embarrassment as Taehyung joins them and bursts into laughter along Jungkook and Yoongi.
“You’re crazy.” Taehyung says between his giggles, his face flushed in delight.
Seokjin melts further, a dopey grin on his face as he watches Taehyung laugh.
A moment later, Taehyung steps a little closer, a sultry smile matching his twinkling eyes. “Your drooling is not very socially acceptable. Thus I need to get you out of this social gathering.”
Seokjin practically flies in his eagerness, yelling a goodbye to his friends as he rushes toward the exit, a laughing Taehyung on his arm.
-
Seokjin breathes what seems to be his first restful sigh of the evening as he settles into his driver’s seat. Which immediately turns into something strangled as Taehyung slides smoothly into the car.
“Unfair,” Seokjin pouts, “You can’t look sexy and act sexy at the same time.”
Taehyung stares, trying not to smile, “Are you… referring to me getting into the car?”
Seokjin sniffs, “You know exactly what you’re doing, you minx.”
Taehyung sighs happily, “I wonder how you’d act if I was actually trying to rile you up today.”
Seokjin’s eyes widen in fear, “Probably drop dead? Spare me the painful boner, please.”
Taehyung lets out a bark of laughter before biting his lip at Seokjin, “You may or may not like what I’m wearing tonight…”
Seokjin’s eyes rake over Taehyung’s fitting clothes as he grins, “I definitely like it…”
Taehyung snickers, “Oh, I meant…” He pauses as he hooks a thumb into the waistband of his pants, and slowly, tantalizingly pulls it down, just enough to show the black, lace panties… before letting it snap back to its position.
Seokjin goes completely still, his eyes fixed on the place where the black lace just disappeared from view. He blinks a couple of times before swallowing the saliva that pooled in his mouth, looking reproachfully at Taehyung, “You couldn’t wait till we got home? You little sadist. One of these days I could simply stop breathing, you know? You need to grow a conscience. My pants are very tight. Can I see more?”
Taehyung giggles harder with every pause, kicking his legs happily, “If you be good, I’ll let you in on the garter belt,” Taehyung winks, and Seokjin chokes a little before instantly starting the car, trying to will it to fly home.
-
“You.” Seokjin points weakly as Taehyung saunters into their room, “You. You drive me nuts.”
“I’m aware,” Taehyung grins, taking his shoes off as Seokjin does the same. He points at the bed, where Seokjin obediently takes a seat.
“I think someone deserves a treat,” Taehyung breathes as he stands right in front of Seokjin, “For… Well, I don’t know what for. I don’t know how this works. Don’t laugh at me, I’m the pillow princess here,” Taehyung pouts as Seokjin tries to stifle his chortle, “Okay, you bully, maybe you don’t deserve a treat.”
“No, no, I’ll be quiet,” Seokjin clears his throat and maintains a straight face.
Taehyung shrugs happily, slowly taking his coat off. Seokjin swallows, staring eagerly as Taehyung continues to take his mesh shirt off.
His honey-toned skin seems to glow in the light. The light dances across his defined collarbones, casting shadows Seokjin wants to drown in. The dip of his waist and the curve of his hips draw Seokjin’s eyes like magnets. His skin looks so soft, so inviting, like it’s begging to be touched and worshipped.
Seokjin pulls Taehyung closer, who gasps in surprise. His fingers trail over Taehyung’s waist, making the latter’s abdomen tighten.
Taehyung shivers as Seokjin places his lips on his skin, licking gently.
“Seokjin…” Taehyung makes a soft sound as Seokjin pulls Taehyung even closer, closing his lips around a nipple.
Taehyung bites his lip, closing his eyes with a soft moan as Seokjin swirls his tongue around the nipple, the featherlight touches on his lower back sending shivers up Taehyung’s spine.
Seokjin lets go slowly, watching the string of saliva connecting his mouth to the nipple. He moves to the other one, relishing in Taehyung’s jerking body.
He makes quick work of Taehyung’s pants while sucking softly on his nipple.
“Seokjin,” Taehyung gurgles, twitching in his hold.
Seokjin sucks a harsh breath through his teeth as he watches Taehyung’s pants fall to the floor, revealing the pretty lace panties through which his glistening cock-head just peaks through, and the straps leading to the garter belt resting on his smooth thighs.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Seokjin groans as he stands, carrying a giggling Taehyung to the head of the bed.
He stretches seductively, smiling up at Seokjin’s hungry eyes, “Like what you see?”
Seokjin inhales deeply, quickly taking his clothes off to climb on top of Taehyung, “I’m loving what I’m seeing…”
Taehyung quickly parts his legs for the older to climb between, the sight making Seokjin’s cock twitch.
“Hurry up,” Taehyung whines as Seokjin deliberately walks around the bed to get their bottle of lube, “Oh, you’re so mean.”
Taehyung pouts, but his eyes glint. Seokjin knows that glint, and he’s proven right when Taehyung’s fingers crawl towards his panties, his body jerking as he traces his thumb over his revealed tip.
Seokjin curses, climbing onto the bed and pushing Taehyung’s hand away, “Don’t touch what’s mine,” He says, smirking down at his pouting husband.
“It’s about time you touch what’s yours,” Taehyung murmurs through his lazy grin, spreading his legs even more.
“Oh, I will,” Seokjin leans down and smooches the peaking tip of Taehyung’s cock, making the younger mewl. Seokjin pulls the panties aside to display Taehyung’s pink, puckered hole, immediately placing another kiss on it. Taehyung sighs, trying to wiggle his ass further onto Seokjin’s face, who laughs as he holds Taehyung down.
“Seokjin,” Taehyung whines, “Stop teasing,”
“Hm? Okay.” Seokjin grins as he instantly flips Taehyung around and hoists his ass upward, giving Taehyung no time to brace himself before delving his tongue deep into the younger’s hole.
Taehyung’s entire body jolts as he just about yells, his thighs clenching at the sudden intrusion. He moans loudly as Seokjin spreads his ass-cheeks and thrusts his tongue in once again.
Taehyung’s fists clutch at the sheets as Seokjin leisurely swirls his tongue around the rim, inserting the tip of his dry thumb inside. Taehyung whines, pushing his ass back, “More…”
Seokjin’s chuckle sends shivers up Taehyung’s body, his stomach
clenching in anticipation as he hears the lube bottle pop open behind him.
Taehyung squeaks as Seokjin takes his panties and garter belts completely off, leaving him entirely bare, his desperate hole on full display.
He moans again when Seokjin’s tongue is back inside of him, reaching deeper with every lick and thrust, like he wants to leave no part of Taehyung untasted. A river of heat flows along Taehyung’s body, his toes and fingers curling with pleasure. He feels his senses heighten with every touch and lick, heat brewing in all parts of his body.
Taehyung’s whimpers climb in pitch as Seokjin licks down to his balls, his now slick fingers tracing around Taehyung’s already wet hole. Taehyung’s dick twitches as Seokjin’s tongue prods at its base before moving back to his clenching hole.
Seokjin’s middle finger slowly enters Taehyung’s begging core, earning a loud moan. His tongue joins again, working with his fingers to draw out more of those sweet sounds. Taehyung’s moans start coming out in gasps as he feels his gut tighten, Seokjin's unrelenting tongue and swift fingers making pleasure spread through his body like a wildfire. “Seokjin…” Taehyung gasps as his body twitches, “I need you, please, please…”
Seokjin feels dizzy with desire, his cock throbbing almost painfully at each little gasp and whimper escaping Taehyung’s mouth. His tongue and fingers slip out, and he flips Taehyung back around, groaning at his husband’s state.
Taehyung’s entire body is flushed, a sheen of sweat making his skin glow more than it already does. His hair sticks to his forehead, his mouth open and panting, and his eyes are dazed with pleasure, staring at Seokjin like he’s the only thing in the world that matters.
Seokjin feels both his heart and stomach clench at the feeling, and he wastes no time in pouring lube over his desperate cock. Taehyung watches hungrily, spreading his legs wide as he, even in his wrecked state, grins up at Seokjin, “I’m waiting…”
“Impossible. You’re impossible.” Seokjin laughs, “But it’s so easy to shut you up, isn’t it?”
Taehyung shrieks as Seokjin’s dripping cock enters into him, the older groaning loudly at feeling. Taehyung pants while Seokjin waits, all but wailing when Seokjin pulls back slightly just to thrust it in fully.
Taehyung loves it, loves the feeling of being filled to the brim with Seokjin’s cock - he loves looking at Seokjin’s blissed out face, Seokjin’s hungry eyes that continually rake over his own body, Seokjin’s hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, Seokjin’s knowing smirk as he looks down. He could stay like this forever, connected in the deepest way possible.
But they don’t stay like that forever, because Seokjin starts to move and it’s even better, every heightened sense in Taehyung’s body causing ripples of pleasure to cascade through him.
Seokjin watches Taehyung’s back arch, watches his eyes roll to the back of his head. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen, no matter how many times he’s already seen it. And the sounds, he thinks as he thrusts deeper into his moaning husband, they’re like a drug, so addictive, the sweetest melody he’s ever heard, even if he’s heard it a hundred times before.
“Taehyung…” Seokjin drawls, “So gorgeous, you’re so beautiful…”
Taehyung mewls, throwing his head back as wave after wave of unwavering pleasure washes over him. Seokjin leans down to kiss him sloppily as he continues to snap his hips relentlessly. Taehyung keens into his mouth, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.
“Seokjin,” He sobs, jolts of pleasure coursing through every part of his body, “God, I’m so close, I’m so close…”
Seokjin’s hands clutch Taehyung’s thighs as he licks into his mouth, his thrusts losing rhythm and only increasing in pace as he feels his peak near, “Come on, baby,” He rasps, “Cum for me, darling, let me see you fall apart…”
The ecstasy crests, Taehyung’s mouth falling open… and then washes over him with incredible force, making stars appear beneath his eyelids as he screams, “Seokjin!”
And that’s all it takes, Taehyung’s beautiful voice chanting and crying his name for Seokjin to come undone. He moans Taehyung’s name as his entire body shudders and shakes with the strength of his orgasm. He thrusts one last time to cum deep inside Taehyung, who whimpers at the feeling.
The both of them pant, staring at each other. Seokjin lowers himself onto Taehyung as he slips out of him, kissing him deep.
Taehyung cups Seokjin’s face and brings him closer, purring into the kiss. They pull back a little to look at each other, and the both of them laugh.
“You’re amazing,” Taehyung breathes, “You’re incredible.”
“No, you are,” Seokjin mumbles as they kiss again, melting into each other. They giggle as they fall onto their sides, holding each other tight.
Seokjin idly cleans the both of them up after a few moments with wet wipes from their nightstand, before settling comfortably under the blankets with his husband.
“What some tight clothes can do to a man…” Taehyung says wonderingly after a pause, making Seokjin bark out a laugh.
“I think it was more my complete and utter obsession with you, rather than your clothes,” Seokjin says with mock sobriety.
Taehyung nods cheerfully, “Oh, yes. Sexy clothes only fuel your already devastating cravings for me.”
Seokjin nods his head solemnly as he mutters under his breath, “Oh, he thinks I’m joking…”
The both of them giggle again, sighing as the languor settles in. Taehyung cuddles happily into Seokjin’s chest, throwing a leg over him. A familiar adoration fills Seokjin’s heart while they exchange their love, sharing a last, sweet kiss.
Seokjin’s steady heartbeat lulls Taehyung to sleep. Seokjin watches him fondly, before sleep envelops him the way he envelops his love.