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Taehyung desperately covered the camera and ended the broadcast with shaking fingers. Jungkook had already closed the distance between them and was standing tantalisingly close to him. He was trying his hardest to stop himself from hyperventilating, stop his palms from sweating, stop his heart from bursting.
“What was that?” Jungkook’s voice was a low growl.
Taehyung’s grip on the selfie stick tightened until his knuckles went white.
“What do you mean?” He tried with a playful smile, trailing a finger down the collar of the kimono.
Jungkook caught his wrist in a crushingly tight grip, jerking Taehyung toward his room in one rough tug. Gasping, Taehyung looked up at Jungkook with wide eyes as the selfie stick clattered loudly to the floor.
“You know what I mean. You always know.”
He roughly grabbed Taehyung’s waist, sinking his fingers bruisingly to the bone, and brought their hips together. Taehyung could feel Jungkook’s burning warmth radiating from his groin and swallowed thickly. He could perfectly feel the outline of Jungkook as clearly as he could see it and he chuckled nervously.
“Ah, Jungkook you’re scary…”
“But you caused this,” Jungkook’s fingertips hooked around the door handle “and now you have to take responsibility.”
Taehyung didn’t even have time to process what was happening before he was dragged by the collar back into Jungkook’s room and hurled against the wall. The wind was knocked from his lungs. He didn’t have time to catch his breath before Jungkook’s mouth was clamped hungrily over his own. Jungkook lapped at his lips, nipping and biting just hard enough to bruise but not draw blood. Taehyung could feel his cheeks burning. Maybe it was from the kisses, maybe from the way Jungkook’s bodyweight was pinning him to the wall, maybe from the lack of oxygen. He pulled back, panting for air, and he swore he saw stars twinkling in Jungkook’s eyes.
“Yeah, you’re right. I was after this all along.” Taehyung giggled.
“I was looking forward to a good night’s cuddle, some kisses, maybe a sleepy blowjob, when you just barged in here and did this to me… Kim Taehyung you’re really something.”
Jungkook grinned, hands shifting from the wall to Taehyung’s hair down to his chest like he was deciding where to put them. When they stopped, he was cradling Taehyung’s cheeks in his palms like he was precious. Taehyung’s heart leapt and his knees buckled and he could feel the fires lighting on his cheeks again.
“But you were the one who decided to wear this…” Taehyung’s voice was ragged. His fingers began pulling at the knot that was barely holding the kimono together now.
Jungkook’s grin turned predatory and their mouths had found each other again. Taehyung wasn’t sure which one of them instigated the kiss, but it didn’t matter because he couldn’t think straight anymore. Jungkook’s kisses were searing. When he got into these moods, he became so one-track-minded that all he wanted to do was run Taehyung into the ground. The whole idea of it reduced him to a weak-kneed, trembling mess.
“How was I supposed to know it would make you react like this?” Jungkook breathed.
Taehyung’s fingers had long given up their quest to untie Jungkook’s belt and had instead fisted the soft silk into sweaty crumples. When Jungkook pulled away, Taehyung whimpered as he bit down on his swollen lips and licked away Jungkook’s saliva.
“No, you did it on purpose!” Taehyung whined, “Because you like torturing me!”
Jungkook couldn't help but giggle as Taehyung clawed desperately at the knot again and gave up with a huff, burying his burning face in his shaking hands.
“Alright, alright calm down. It is partially my fault so I’ll take responsibility.”
Taehyung peeked out from between his fingers as Jungkook hoisted him up around his waist and carried him to his bed. That was more like it. As soon as his ass made contact with the bed, Taehyung stuck his arms up expecting Jungkook to take his shirt off.
“Ah, really?” Jungkook shook his head as he pulled the striped shirt off of Taehyung’s heaving torso.
Taehyung sat back on his elbows and jutted his legs out. Their eyes locked for a moment. They both burst out laughing as Jungkook knelt down and unzipped his jeans, struggling for a good minute because of how tight they now were. He nearly ripped them on the way down and almost toppled over backwards, but at least Taehyung was free from his crushing denim prison.
“These too?” Jungkook’s fingers traced up Taehyung’s thighs, skimming over his boxers and toying with the waistband.
“Jungkook…” Taehyung batted his eyelashes at Jungkook, letting the fire consume his cheeks. Jungkook wasn’t having any of this cuteness manipulation tonight.
“Jungkook, what?”
His grip on the fabric slackened and Taehyung began reaching to do it himself.
“Jungkook, ah, don’t do this I can just—”
In one smooth motion both of his wrists were crushed the grip of one of Jungkook’s hands. He yelped in surprise and frustration, pouting at Jungkook.
“Hey, I’m trying to be manly here!” Jungkook laughed, “I’m the one in charge!”
Taehyung restrained his giggles, giving into Jungkook’s grasp. He couldn’t resist Jungkook’s thousand-watt smile and twinkling eyes. They had become miniature galaxies, black pupils blown to consume nearly all the brown.
“Okay I’ll comply. Please take care of me, Jungkookie~”
Bright smile turning devious, Jungkook released his wrists and stood.
“I’ll take care of you my Taehyungie, I promise.”
Feeling the blush creep across his cheeks, Taehyung flopped backwards onto the bed and hid his face in his hands. Suddenly, his boxers were being dragged off and flicked across the room. He peeked out from between his fingers to see that Jungkook had untied his belt and was beginning to shrug off the kimono.
“Hey don’t take that off!” He pouted.
“What? For real?” Jungkook chuckled, “I didn’t know you would be so into it or else I would’ve put one of these on forever ago!”
“Wanna die?” Taehyung grumbled.
Jungkook burst out laughing and pounced on Taehyung.
“As long as it’s by your hands, Taehyungie~”
“You’re insufferable.” Taehyung grinned.
“But you love me?” Jungkook pressed his nose to Taehyung’s, “Because I love you!”
“Of course I love you. If you think differently, then you’re pretty dumb. I mean I only say it like five hundred thousand milli—”
Jungkook shut him up by pressing his lips to Taehyung’s. He melted into the kiss, giggles quickly dissolving into moans as Jungkook hungrily nipped and bit at his lips. Jungkook broke the kiss too soon, heavy pants fogging the tender kisses he pressed to Taehyung’s cheeks. Taehyung wound his fingers desperately through Jungkook’s hair in an attempt to regain some semblance of thought, but Jungkook’s kisses were moving down his jaw and his tongue was licking his skin like it was ice cream on a warm summer’s day and, oh god, he was biting down so hard on Taehyung’s neck that he couldn’t help but hiss in pleasure. He was so sure that Jungkook had drawn blood, but he didn’t care. He needed more, more, more and Jungkook’s body hovering above him was too far away for his liking. Sliding his hands down Jungkook’s back, he latched onto the untied kimono belt and attempted to pull Jungkook’s hips down onto his own. No luck. He tugged over and over like a small child begging for their parent’s attention.
“If you want more of me, you’ll have to beg.”
“Pardon?” Taehyung stifled giggles. “Ah come on, I’m not really good at this…”
Attempting to regain a false sense of control, Taehyung looped his legs around Jungkook’s hips and tried to pull him closer.
“You should know that you can’t overpower me, Taehyungie~”
Jungkook inched closer, erection hovering less than a centimetre away from Taehyung’s. His breath hitched in his throat as he wriggled impatiently underneath Jungkook. Fine, if Jungkook was going to be like this then alright. Taehyung could just pout and refuse to move until Jungkook gave in and came back for more. Jungkook was never the type to go to the bathroom and finish himself off. If Taehyung wasn’t in the mood, he just suffered in silence. Yes, Taehyung would just lay here and make him suffer. He had an iron resolve and could withstan— shit. Warm droplets of Jungkook’s precum dripped onto his stomach. Toes curling in frustration, Taehyung let out a long pathetic whine. Jungkook was amused.
“Jungkookie~ I realllly want you to touch me pleaseeee?” He batted his eyelashes. “I just want your dick so bad.” Fists curling around Jungkook’s collar, he pulled him close and whispered “I want it more than anything… More than ramen.”
Jungkook lost it. Both he and Taehyung burst out laughing, fingers threading together as Jungkook tried not to topple over. Taehyung’s stomach muscles began to ache from laughter and he could feel tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. Jungkook’s smiling cheeks nuzzled the tears away as he pressed their foreheads together as they struggled for air.
“More than ramen? Wow. You asked for it, so you better be able to maintain eye contact.”
He briefly pressed a soft kiss to Taehyung’s lips before pinning their clasped hands overhead and grinding his hips down onto Taehyung’s. All the air left Taehyung’s lungs as he struggled to look Jungkook in the eye. His cheeks were blazing hot as he felt Jungkook rocking slowly on top of him. Biting his lip, he couldn’t take it anymore as he felt precum oozing down his stomach and dripping into his pubic hair. He didn’t even have to say anything, but Jungkook knew. He could tell by the pitifully pained expression on his face that he was straining to obey Jungkook’s desire for eye contact and didn’t want to make him feel like a failure for not meeting his demands. He untangled one of his hands from Taehyung’s and cupped his cheek like he was the most exquisite thing in the world. The tension in his brows abated for just a moment and Jungkook took that as his sign to tenderly soothe his swollen lips. Sighing, Taehyung relaxed completely beneath him and tilted his head to receive the gentle kiss Jungkook was giving him. Jungkook freed both of his hands from Taehyung’s grasp and allowed him to tangle his hands in his hair. Taehyung always had a thing for Jungkook’s hair. He’d use it to jerk him around during blowjobs, pet it while Jungkook slept in the car, pin it up in an absurd ponytail while they wore face masks, dig his nails into his scalp during sex, comb it away from his forehead before he rode him, bury his face in it when he was crying, stroke the hairs at the nape of his neck when he looked tenderly into his eyes. Jungkook would be lying if he said he only tolerated it.
Reaching out for the lube on his nightstand, Jungkook slid his hand down from Taehyung’s cheek to squeeze his side. Taehyung obeyed his unspoken command, loosening the grip his legs had on Jungkook’s waist. Jungkook rewarded him by rolling his hips into Taehyung’s. If it were with anyone else, Taehyung would be absolutely mortified about the noises he was making. But every time he mewled, groaned, whimpered Jungkook’s kisses became rougher and sloppier and his hands crushed Taehyung’s hips in such a perfectly pleasing pain. He got off on simply watching Taehyung slowly unravel beneath him.
“Jungkookie, please I can’t take much more.” Taehyung gasped between kisses.
“Shh take a breath, Taehyung.” Jungkook broke contact and Taehyung had to stifle his whimpers.
He took in a few shaking breaths, calming his heaving chest while Jungkook bathed his hand in lube. The strong grip on his thighs made Taehyung’s knees flatten to the bed, raising his hips for Jungkook. He couldn’t see the exact moment when Jungkook’s fingers slipped inside him, but he felt the familiar warmth. He sighed Jungkook’s name, instantly relaxing to his touch. He didn’t have to ask if Taehyung was good because he was already grinding down on his knuckles. Unsure of how much more he could take, Taehyung squirmed as the fingers inside him forcefully twisted and pulled him open. A third finger pushed in and Taehyung was sobbing.
“Jungkook, please, I need you, please please.”
Jungkook reached for a condom and Taehyung startled.
“No don’t, Jungkook please!”
“Why? We have a show tomorrow. You always complain about feeling gross after we do it this way.”
Taehyung took a deep breath, pulling himself together enough for aegyo. His eyes drooped, his lower lip pudged out, his gaze trailed to the floor. Curled fists came to his face to nudge at his cheeks. Jungkook groaned and rolled his eyes, tossing the packet back onto the nightstand. He wiped the remainder of the lube onto himself before grabbing Taehyung’s right hand and his left hip. He pressed in slowly, slowly, slowly stopping when he had bottomed out completely to take the sight of Taehyung in. The tiny groans he was making were driving Jungkook insane. His hair was plastered to his head with sweat that beaded and ran down his flushed cheeks. Eyebrows knit together and eyes straining to stay open, his mouth hung agape in a twisted pout as whimpers dripped from his lips. His head was thrown back, spine arching in pleasure as he writhed impatiently underneath Jungkook. His tan skin glistened with sweat and he was absolutely glowing. In that moment he was totally and utterly perfect. Jungkook flicked his tongue over his lips before biting the lower one in anticipation.
“Just what are you trying to do?” Taehyung whined, “Don’t look at me like that. Do you want me to die?”
Never in his life had he felt so exposed as when Jungkook looked at him during sex. The look that crossed his face was somewhere between enamoured and smitten, at the crossroads of admiring and protective. It was dominating and erotic, but it was tender and gentle. Jungkook smiled sheepishly and Taehyung felt like he was melting. His whole body was on fire from the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He reached a trembling hand out, pouting for kisses. Jungkook happily obliged, pressing his lips into their familiar niche. When Jungkook kissed him it was like everything faded away. The world seemed to slow down and Jungkook was all he wanted to see, all he could see. He was the only one that could make his heart race with a brush of his hands and make his palms sweat with a glance, yet cause him to burst out laughing with a single word and communicate his whole world to him without speaking. He kissed Jungkook with everything he had because he was so gone for him and he wanted him to know it.
Jungkook rolled his hips, rocking slowly into Taehyung’s body as the grip on his hipbone became bruising. Tomorrow there would be layers upon layers of purple fingerprints decorating his pelvis, but for now Taehyung didn’t care. His ankles were clasped so tightly around Jungkook’s waist that he was sure there would be purple blotches from his heels digging into the small of his back. Jungkook’s pace was horrifyingly slow, but with each smooth push of his hips Taehyung was seeing stars. His grip on Jungkook’s lips slipped and his head lulled bonelessly to the side, saliva carelessly dripping from the corner of his lips. Jungkook’s hips suddenly snapped instead of smoothly rolling and Taehyung yelped in astonishment. Nothing had ever felt so good in his life as Jungkook’s dick did right then and it left Taehyung babbling. He let his eyes roll back in his head and nearly choked on his own saliva as Jungkook lapped at his neck.
“Taehyung, you’re so pretty like this.” He breathed, “I don’t ever want to be with anybody but you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. I think I’ll die without you, Taehyung.” His hips continued to slowly pound into Taehyung. “Hey, look at me.”
Taehyung’s eyes came back into focus just long enough to make eye contact. Jungkook wanted to know that he was the one causing him to become so undone. Tears were welling at the corners of Taehyung’s eyes. Jungkook always became so sentimental during sex that it really messed with his emotions. At any other time, Taehyung was very vocal about his feelings and Jungkook’s face would go red as he waved Taehyung away. But when they were intimate, tender feelings came spilling out of Jungkook and took his breath away. He clutched frantically at Jungkook’s hair and kissed him before he let his emotions get the better of him. Jungkook slowed back down and lazily rolled his hips again, sending Taehyung into hysterics. He fell over the edge with Jungkook’s name tumbling from his lips. Head snapping back, mouth hanging open in a pout, eyes crushed shut, brows tightly knit and forehead wrinkled, muscles clenching to the point of trembling, Taehyung looked stunning. Seeing the throbbing, gushing spasm that was Taehyung’s orgasm was enough to send Jungkook toppling over the edge after him. His arms wove around Taehyung’s heaving, trembling body and he held on for dear life as he let himself cry Taehyung’s name a little louder than usual because he could.
They lay shaking in each others arms, chests labouring for air and bodies glued together by sweat and cum. Taehyung shuddered as Jungkook pulled out. Jungkook’s head bowed into his shoulder as he struggled to collect himself, beads of sweat dripping off his forehead onto the mattress.
“Hey,” Taehyung breathed “your hair is peeing on me stop it!”
Jungkook sat up, running a hand through his hair that was now stringy with sweat. Taehyung was in the same state. His sweaty bangs collected in a large lump on the right side of his face where Jungkook’s forehead had matted them. A sheen of sweat covered his sun-kissed skin and made him glow in the amber light. A giant goofy smile spread across Jungkook’s face, nose crinkling and eyes glistening.
“You look like a wreck.” Jungkook chuckled, combing the hair away from Taehyung’s forehead.
“Thanks, you’re so kind!”
Taehyung grasped the belt of the kimono and yanked Jungkook towards him, bringing him toppling down on top of him. Jungkook felt sweat and cum squishing between their bodies and groaned, trying to escape from Taehyung’s clutches. But his fingers were woven too tightly in his hair and around his damn kimono, arms fastened too firmly around his neck.
“Let me go, you’re all gross.”
“Now we’re gross together, Jungkookie~”
It was impossible to say no so he gave in. He pressed butterfly kisses to Taehyung’s jaw, ears, cheeks, the corners of his mouth as he smiled his signature enormous smile.
“Can we get up now?”
“No!” Taehyung squeezed his arms tighter around Jungkook’s neck.
“Why?” Jungkook whined.
“Ah, I guess I’m just hungry for love these days.”
He let go of Jungkook’s neck and grinned, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Jungkook’s heart fluttered. Damn that smile was catastrophic; his face was burning. He slowly rose, slinking off the bed with hands combing nervously through sweaty hair.
“I’m going to take a bath.” He mumbled quickly. Snatching his phone off the nightstand, he hurried into the bathroom.
“No cuddles? Ah, really? I’ve been scammed!” Taehyung grumbled, flopping over onto his stomach.
Jungkook stumbled to the bathroom, blood still pounding through his veins and knees still weak. After turning on the water, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He looked like a raccoon because of how badly smudged his eye makeup had become. The sweat in his hair caused each lock to form stringy peaks. To top it all off, his swollen lips lit up in a neon red he thought could only be achieved by lipstick. Laughing at how absolutely wrecked he looked, he connected his phone to the bluetooth speakers and set ‘Half Moon’ by Dean on loop. He yanked a towel out of the neatly folded pile and laid it next to the tub, quickly shedding the sweaty remains of his kimono and stepping into the steamy bath. Sighing into the water’s warm embrace, he realised how sore his muscles felt. His thighs were screaming and his ass felt like he’d just done a thousand squats. He groaned as the knots in his muscles bumped against the bottom of the tub while he rinsed and shampooed his hair. Once he’d finished washing he relaxed into the tub and let his eyes close. This way, he could better absorb the lyrics. Or fall asleep.
“Did I get you hooked on this song?”
When Jungkook’s eyes opened he was greeted by a grinning Taehyung in all his naked glory. Sweat still covered his body, beading down his forehead. His lips were even more neon red than Jungkook’s, if that was possible. As he examined his red puffy face in the mirror, milky stripes raced down his thighs from the cum beginning to drip out of him.
“I want to learn it for you.”
Taehyung froze. “For me?”
“Yeah, I want to sing it to you before you fall asleep.” Jungkook yawned, head lulling to the side of the tub.
Taehyung spun around swiftly on his heels, kneeling next to the bath. He perched his chin on the edge of the tub, watching Jungkook intently. Honestly, Taehyung had never questioned how Jungkook always knew his favourite songs. He supposed he was too tired to question it. But now that he was awake he realised that it was ridiculous to assume Jungkook always just knew what he wanted to hear. Now that he had spilled his secret, something inside of Taehyung was melting.
“Hey, I love you.”
Jungkook wasn’t sure if the blush on his face was from the hot water or Taehyung’s big brown eyes that were looking at him like he’d put the stars in the sky. He suddenly wasn’t sure what to do with his limbs, wasn’t sure what face he was making. All he could do was stare speechlessly at Taehyung and reach out a wet hand to comb back his sticky bangs. He’d said that he loved Taehyung thousands of times, but occasionally he was just left tongue-tied. What he did to deserve this beautiful boy as his best friend and lover he’d never know.
“Well? Do you love me too or what?” Taehyung laughed.
“Oh sorry.” Jungkook grinned, “I was momentarily incapacitated by your handsomeness.”
Taehyung shoved him playfully into the tub. The drying cum on his stomach was beginning to feel uncomfortably sticky so he climbed between Jungkook’s thighs, wedging them in the tiny tub. Jungkook’s fingertips traced over Taehyung’s ribs around to his shoulders. He pulled his head gently back against his chest, combing palmfuls of water through his hair. Taehyung hummed gratefully as Jungkook began working shampoo over his dirty scalp.
“I’m going to give you a new hairstyle for our comeback.”
With an impish grin he twisted and pulled the thick white bubbles through Taehyung’s hair to form a unicorn horn. Taehyung giggled as he completed the look with a dollop of foam on the tip of his nose. Jungkook’s arms latched around his shoulders as he smiled, curling around for a peck. Taehyung whipped his head away, so Jungkook tried reaching around the opposite side. Taehyung twisted away again, lips curling into a pout.
“Why are you torturing me? Was it the hairstyle?” Jungkook tried again.
“No.” Taehyung jerked his head away, “You didn’t say you loved me back.”
“Taehyungie, I love you!” Jungkook cooed, “Didn’t you hear all of that embarrassing stuff I confessed before?”
Pout now twisted into a grimace, Taehyung tilted toward Jungkook.
“You didn’t mean that, though. You say some funny things when you’re in the moment.”
Jungkook’s heart wrenched. He could physically feel his stomach drop, fingers instinctually flying to Taehyung’s cheeks.
“I don’t lie when I’m… like that. I tell the truth.” His thumbs traced softly over Taehyung’s suntanned skin. “Maybe a bit too much of the truth. You’re supposed to be getting weirded out by what I said, not doubting it! What kind of idiot confesses those sickening things during sex? It’s a real mood killer.”
Taehyung giggled, wriggling down out of Jungkook’s grasp. “Oh, you’re right! Stay away, you sentimental freak! I hate it!”
Jungkook pursed his lips and caught Taehyung’s chin between his fingers, turning his face towards him.
“Hey, don’t leave.” He breathed, face hovering just centimetres in front of Taehyung’s. “I said I think I’ll die without you.”
With eyes bouncing between Jungkook’s swollen lips and his pleading gaze, his eyes fluttered shut as Jungkook’s grip tightened on his chin. Warm breaths rolled over his lips, causing them to relax and part. When Jungkook’s lips didn’t meet his own, he cracked open his eyes. Jungkook had pulled back slightly and was staring at him.
Taehyung let out a frustrated whine, “Why?”
“You trust me so completely. It’s so cute~”
“You! You can’t just say things like that and then not kiss me!”
He lunged at Jungkook, crushing their lips together and knocking him against the wall of the shower. They struggled to keep their lips locked through their laughter, teeth bumping and heads smacking against the tile. Jungkook yanked Taehyung’s chest against his own and felt water spill out of the tub. For a few minutes, they were a mess of giggles and kisses and awkward limbs that barely fit in the tub. Taehyung pulled away before the kiss became too serious and nestled against Jungkook’s neck. As Jungkook rinsed the suds off the remains of his unicorn hair, his eyes began to droop shut. He lazily reached behind the small of Jungkook’s back to pull the plug on the tub and stifled a yawn.
“Can we sleep in my room tonight? I don’t really want to sleep on that bed.”
“On one condition. You have to show me the playlist.”
Taehyung’s whole body went stiff. “What playlist? There is no playlist. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Okay, sweaty bed it is then. I’ll make sure to tuck you in with the sheet that I know you used to wipe off.”
“Nooooo! You’re so unfair!” Taehyung whined, pounding his fist half-heartedly against Jungkook’s chest. “Fine, I’ll show you. But you can’t laugh at how dumb and sentimental it is!”
“Yes, victory! Get up, get up I want to hear it!”
Jungkook attempted to pry Taehyung off of his chest but the harder he pushed, the more Taehyung tightened his vice grip. Sighing in defeat, he let Taehyung snuggle into his chest. His fingers and toes were beginning to shrivel from the water and his hair was beginning to dry in a weird shape, but it wasn’t all that bad. They both knew that they wouldn’t get alone time like this again until their tour was over so Taehyung was going to milk it for all it was worth. When the water finished draining, he was going to have to pull jeans over his sore thighs and pull a shirt over his stiff neck and walk all the way down to the lobby and back to get Taehyung a new room key. But all of that could wait. Because Taehyung was nuzzling into his neck and his grip was tightening around his ribs and he couldn’t help thinking that Dean’s song was right. Nothing could come close to half of Kim Taehyung.