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But before he can blink, he’s yanked forward, strong arms wrapping around him, pressing him firmly against Jungkook’s chest. The sudden closeness sends his heart racing, but he can’t look away. When he meets Jungkook’s eyes, he finds them dark, intense, filled with an unmistakable longing that takes his breath away. Jungkook leans in slowly, his breath warm against Taehyung’s ear as he murmurs, voice low and rough, “Then call me Jungkookie… or baby… or darling… anything you want, babe.” He nips lightly at Taehyung’s earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine.
Taehyung fights to maintain his composure, though his voice betrays him with a slight tremor. “I… I’ll consider it, Jungkookie.”
Jungkook chuckles softly, the sound reverberating against Taehyung’s skin, making his heart race even faster. And though Taehyung tries to keep his cool, he knows he’s already losing this game—and he’s not sure he minds one bit.
Under the pale glow of the streetlamp, Taehyung shifted from foot to foot, his breath coming in soft puffs as he stared at the closed door. He glanced at Jungkook, who stood extremely close to him, his arms on Taehyung’s waist, gazing ahead with a feral look in his eyes. None of them knew when the door closed behind them; but it sure was with a quiet thud, leaving the outside world far behind. Neither of them said a word. They didn’t need to.
Jungkook chuckled softly, the sound reverberating against Taehyung’s skin, making his heart race even faster. And though Taehyung tried to keep his cool, he knew he was already losing this game—and he was not sure he minded one bit.
It felt almost unreal that this was actually happening. All the love he had kept inside of him for the entirety of his existence accumulated in this moment, each of Taehyung’s nerves like livewires in his body.
“Tell me you want this.” Jungkook said, breathing heavily. “Tell me you don’t wanna stop.”
Taehyung nodded, breath coming out in pants.
“I told you to use your words,” Jungkook murmured against his ear.
Oh, god.
“I- fuck. I want you, yeah.”
Jungkook groaned, low in his throat, and when he pressed forward into Taehyung’s hips, Taehyung could feel that he was not the only one affected by this, Jungkook’s cock hard against the fabric of his sweatpants. Jungkook’s hands grabbed onto Taehyung’s ass, then pulled him forward to rub against him.
“I’ve waited so fucking long to hear you say that,” Jungkook said, voice rough.
Taehyung had no idea how Jungkook was able to form coherent sentences right now.
“I– hngh, I didn’t know whether you’re, shit, into me too,” he said, choking on moans whenever Jungkook pressed him harder against the mirror in the lounge and moved more firmly against Taehyung’s cock.
Taehyung’s hands were digging into Jungkook’s shoulders, tugging him closer as Jungkook tightened his grip on Taehyung’s ass, both of them desperately grinding against each other. It was all so graceless and primal and hot, their panting breaths loud in the silence of Jungkook’s dorm.
For a second Taehyung wondered if Jungkook had a roomie.
“Jungkook, I-” Taehyung wanted to ask Jungkook to kiss him but couldn't get the words out, instead leaning in to catch Jungkook’s lips against his own with a muffled groan.
And then they were kissing, with the same ferocity and impatience as their bodies moving against each other. Taehyung’s head knocked back against the mirror, not quite hard enough to hurt; this was all so overwhelming that he was powerless to do anything except moan against Jungkook’s lips.
Jungkook’s tongue was in his mouth, the kiss open-mouthed and frantic, so fucking good that Taehyung was dizzy with it. Their teeth knocked together and Jungkook’s hand shoved up under Taehyung’s shirt, fingers digging into the bare skin.
“God, fuck,” Jungkook groaned, pulling back to bury his head in Taehyung’s neck, breathing heavily.
“I- missed you.”
“Real eloquent,” Taehyung mumbled, even though he was not much better off himself.
“Let me show you,” Jungkook said, jerking his hips forward against Taehyung’s cock, the pressure incredible despite the layers of clothes between them.
Taehyung’s exhale was shaky as he tightened his grip on Jungkook’s shoulders, the material of Jungkook’s stupid shirt creasing under his hands.
“It’s part of my charm,” Jungkook managed to say between biting marks onto Taehyung’s neck.
“Would you be annoyed if I said I missed you,” Jungkook continued on the agenda, mouth brushing along the marks he had placed on Taehyung’s neck.
“Ah-uh,” Taehyung tugged on Jungkook’s hair, pulling him back into another kiss, shudders of pleasure running through his body every time he rocked against Jungkook.
“I will make you say it too hyung,” Jungkook said between the kisses, hands tightening on Taehyung’s ass as Taehyung let out a stuttered groan.
Jungkook’s tongue was hot and wet in Taehyung’s mouth, drawing helpless sounds out of him. Taehyung bit down on Jungkook’s bottom lip, relishing the deep groan he got out of him.
“I really wanna-” Jungkook pulled back, panting. “I really wanna fuck you.”
Holy fucking hell.
Taehyung was so lightheaded with lust, wanted nothing more than to get rid of all the remaining space between them, impatient and horny and not giving a fuck about what the consequences of actually crossing that line will be.
“Shit, yeah, I want that too,” he said, tugging at Jungkook’s shirt to indicate that he wanted it off.
“But we don’t have…”
“There’s lube and condoms in the drawer,” Jungkook said as he drew back to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor and then pressing his body against Taehyung’s again.
For a moment, Taehyung was distracted by all the bare skin suddenly available for him to look at, for him to touch. And this time it was sober, unlike the last time. Taehyung ran his hands along Jungkook’s well-muscled abdomen and shoulders, the skin hot under his palms.
“Wait, how many strangers do you randomly fuck?” Taehyung blurted out, seemingly insecure and conscious now. Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “I knew I’d be seeing you.”
Oh, this was all planned?
A certain jealousy shot through Taehyung again at the thought of Jungkook having done this with anyone else, and he couldn’t help but ask, “Have you…?”
“No,” Jungkook said simply.
“I wasn’t kidding earlier. You’ve been the only one on my mind for a while now.”
The words filled Taehyung with a rush of affection, and he was struck by how easy this was; how much sense it made for this to happen between them as it was right now. Inevitable, really.
And then Jungkook was tugging Taehyung’s shirt off, the material falling to the floor beside his own. The mirror was cold against Taehyung’s back, a contrast from the heat of Jungkook’s skin against his. Everything was overwhelming in a good way and Taehyung had never felt like this before in his life; like he would run through fire just to keep Jungkook’s body against his.
“I’ve imagined this happening,” Taehyung mumbled before he had too much time to think about what he was saying.
Jungkook’s hands were running along his sides, reaching down to tug his hips against his own again.
“Mmh, which part?”
Taehyung blinked at him, eyelids heavy with arousal. He didn’t know whether Jungkook was being serious, but his face had no indication that he was not.
“Us, meeting; again,” he finally said, skin flushing with the words. Jungkook leaned back a little, gaze dark. “What else did you think about?”
Now Taehyung was more embarrassed, the intensity in Jungkook’s eyes making him feel heavy and hot. “I can’t tell you that,” he said, almost scandalised at the prospect of having to spill the secrets he had kept locked inside his brain, the kinds of things Jungkook had done to him in his imagination.
“Why not? If you tell me, maybe we can do it. Maybe you missed me too, hyung,” Jungkook said the words directly against Taehyung’s ear, making his cock throb painfully in his sweatpants.
“F-fuck,” Taehyung groaned, hips rutting forward just as Jungkook stepped back completely, their bodies no longer touching at all. The small amount of space between them was cruel.
“Don’t do this to me.”
Jungkook crossed his arms, gaze still fixed on Taehyung. “If you need it to happen, you gotta talk hyung.”
“Why don’t you share first, then? If you planned this all, you must’ve thought about the aftercare too” Taehyung retorted
“What have you fantasised about me?”
Jungkook looked thoughtful for a moment, reaching up to press his thumb against Taehyung’s bottom lip. Then he moved his hands to turn Taehyung around, guiding him by the shoulders, so that he was looking at himself in the mirror. Taehyung’s face was flushed, hair messed up, already looking so debauched despite the fact that all they had done was kiss.
“Put your hands on the mirror,” Jungkook murmured against Taehyung’s ear.
And because he was still looking at his reflection, Taehyung could see the exact way he subconsciously responded to the words, the way his eyes glazed over slightly, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.
He lifted his arms, resting his hands on the mirror above his head, uncomfortably hard in his sweatpants. He craved the pressure of Jungkook rubbing against him from earlier, but something about this was so hot that he didn't want to stop.
Jungkook gripped his hips, pushing forward so that his hard cock rubbed against Taehyung’s ass. Taehyung let out a helpless groan, head falling against the mirror and forehead resting against the cool surface.
“I thought about this,” Jungkook says, voice rough. “Not fucking you, just rubbing my cock against your thick ass like this,” he emphasised each of the words with a firm thrust, “until I came all over your back.”
“Jesus, Ju-,” Taehyung groaned, so turned on he thought he might be losing his mind.
“I want- shit.”
“What do you want?” Jungkook said, still thrusting against Taehyung’s sweatpants-covered ass.
“Fuck me. Please, I want it so bad,” he managed to blurt out. At this point, he didn’t care if the world imploded around them, he just needed Jungkook inside him or else he might die from wanting.