"Can I ask you a strange question?" Taehyung says softly, fingers idly tracing the back of Jungkook's hand.
Neither of them are really paying attention to the movie that's on, both of them slouched back against the headboard of Jungkook's bed, Taehyung leaning into Jungkook's shoulder while Jungkook scrolls through his phone.
Boredom gave way to sliding his hand down Jungkook's arm, distracted by the tattoos decorating the exposed skin below his t-shirt sleeve, and then to the more familiar tattoos on his knuckles and the back of his hand. Taehyung traces the shape of the purple heart and nudges Jungkook with his cheek until he answers.
"Hmm? Oh, go ahead."
"You're right-handed, aren't you?"
Jungkook blinks, hair tickling Taehyung's face as he turns his head to fix Taehyung with a scrunched-up, confused look. "Hyung. We've known each other for how long now—"
"Mm, okay, right-handed then, I was just checking." He slots his fingers between Jungkook's, lightly squeezing his hand. "So... is it hard to jerk off, since it's the hand with the tattoos?"
"Um." Jungkook's eyes go very wide. Taehyung figures he deserves that — they don't usually discuss their masturbatory habits like this, or at all, really — but he can't help his curiosity.
(He's maybe thought about this a few times before.)
"Hey, I warned you it was strange."
"Yeah," Jungkook chokes out, his cheeks and ears a little bit pink now with embarrassment, and Taehyung tries and fails to not find that cute. "Um, wow, okay. No, it's not hard. I mean I don't— think about it like that, when I'm. You know."
"I think I'd be distracted by them. Like this," Taehyung rubs the pad of his thumb over the 0613 inked on the side of Jungkook's hand, "would make me start thinking about the group, you know? It's not weird?"
Jungkook pulls his hand away and turns his head, looking even more embarrassed than before. "It's fine. I don't think about it. Let's talk about something else."
Taehyung pouts a little. "Jungkook-ah, you don't have to be shy, everyone does it. Did you know I can jerk off with either of my hands if I want to?"
"Wow, great," Jungkook says in a tone that sounds a lot more like, Stop talking please. He finally sets his phone aside, turning off the projector as well since they've given up on the movie, and Taehyung is secretly pleased at now having Jungkook's undivided attention.
"I keep picturing it," Taehyung mumbles, reaching for Jungkook's hand again, tracing the letters on the bumps of his knuckles. He wouldn't say anything even if he didn't approve of Jungkook's tattoos — it's not his body, and he's not a jerk — but he likes them. He likes how much they mean to Jungkook, and the look of the ink on his skin. "I think it would be hot."
"Are you—" Jungkook's voice cuts off, and he tilts his head, ears still a bright red but his eyes narrowed, his gaze more calculating, now. "Are you just trying to get me to give you a handjob?"
"Ah—" Taehyung doesn't finish. Jungkook is still staring at him and there's a hot tug, deep in the pit of Taehyung's stomach, at the images that flood his mind. He was admittedly picturing Jungkook's hand around his own cock, picturing how the muscles in his arm might flex and strain and his slender fingers might squeeze and how his face would scrunch with pleasure when he threw his head back.
But now, the thought of Jungkook's hand on him...
Taehyung swallows, laughing nervously before saying, "Did it work?"
"Hyung," Jungkook mutters in disbelief, eyes a little too bright now, almost like he finds this amusing. It's a confident look on his face, and it does nothing to stop that dangerous, insistent heat low in Taehyung's belly. Jungkook's teeth sink briefly into his lower lip, and Taehyung's gaze lingers on his mouth for too long to be subtle. "You're just messing with me."
"I'd let you," Taehyung blurts out, bracing his feet on the mattress to push himself up, finally turning his body to properly face Jungkook instead of slouching against him. "You have nice hands."
Jungkook snorts. "You probably say that to all the boys."
"No!" Taehyung says with a light shove, glad for the break in tension when Jungkook cackles a little with laughter and shoves him back.
"Ahh, Taehyungie-hyung," Jungkook says, tucking his hair behind his ear nervously, a habit he hasn't kicked since he got his long hair cut. Honestly, it just makes Taehyung want to kiss him. More than usual, even. More than he could get away with normally, pretending it's friendly and innocent. "We shouldn't even be talking about this. It's a bit— well, you know, it's not like anyone else is around to laugh about it."
"I just think," Taehyung says slowly, careful not to fumble his words, "I'd be too focused on your tattoos if you were jerking me off. I don't know if I'd be able to finish, unless I shut my eyes?"
It's almost funny, how quickly Jungkook rises to the bait.
"Are you doubting my skills?" he asks, that cocky look of disbelief back, and Taehyung shakes his head, biting back a smile.
"No, I'm sure that's fine for you, but if it's someone else—"
"I could," Jungkook interrupts. Some of his words turn lispy when he speaks quickly and Taehyung doesn't know what it says about him that he finds that hot. "I could make it good for you so it wouldn't matter if you're looking at my tattoos. You definitely wouldn't get distracted, if I was the one getting you off."
Taehyung swallows, the warmth inside him pooling, spreading until he can't exactly ignore how this is turning him on. He hopes he isn't visibly blushing. "Well, I'm—I'm not going to make you jerk me off just to prove a point."
"It wouldn't be making me." Jungkook leans in closer and drops his right hand back over Taehyung's, curling his fingers over Taehyung's playfully. His voice is softer when he adds, "It sounds like you're admitting I'm right, hyung."
"It sounds like you just want to get your hand on my dick," Taehyung shoots back, but his breath hitches when Jungkook squeezes his fingers. The touch isn't anything unusual between them — in fact, it's pretty tame by both their standards — but this weird flirting they're suddenly doing makes it feel like more, makes it feel better than it should. Like his skin is more sensitive, anticipating Jungkook's touch.
If Taehyung was being smart about this, he would stop provoking Jungkook and put space between them, laugh all of this off and go back to the friendly cuddling and the boring movie. But Taehyung doesn't particularly care about being smart right now, asking again when Jungkook doesn't give him an answer. "Do you?"
"Jungkook-ah," Taehyung complains, spreading his fingers out and staring at the contrast between their hands. Imagining, again, what it would look and feel like with Jungkook's hand in place of where his own has been many, many times. Jungkook's slender, inked fingers jerking him off, making him feel good. "I meant it, before. I'd let you. That's not too— weird?"
"No, it's super weird," Jungkook says, but he gives Taehyung a smirk before he continues. "But not in a bad way. It's just... jerking off. If you're okay with it, I think—" His breath catches, and his glance up to meet Taehyung's eyes is a little less confident. Sweeter, and more like the unguarded Jungkook who seeks out Taehyung for these late night movie cuddles. "I think I'd really like to do it. With you, or well, for you."
Taehyung knows he shouldn't push it, but he still asks, "You're okay with touching my dick?"
Jungkook shrugs again, and this time Taehyung pinches just about where he estimates Jungkook's nipple to be through his shirt until Jungkook hisses and gives a real answer.
"I have one too, remember? I bet it's not that different from doing it to myself."
"Please tell me 'I have one too' isn't your whole basis for identifying as bisexual," Taehyung says just to tease, glad when it earns him an exasperated noise out of Jungkook.
"I'm just saying, believe me, it won't freak me out. And you wouldn't question me liking guys if you knew the kind of stuff I thought about."
Taehyung's stomach twists. "Yeah?"
"Ah, isn't this conversation a bit too—"
"I think it's fun," Taehyung interrupts. "You never talk about this stuff! Except to make dirty jokes. Tell me what you've thought about. Or what you've done. Have you ever been with a guy, more than kissing?"
Jungkook still has that vulnerable look on his face when he shakes his head.
"Ahh. But you've thought about doing more?"
"Of course I have," Jungkook mumbles, and then wrinkles his nose. "Hyung. Are you just asking these things to get in the mood?"
Taehyung has to glance away before he admits — or worse, Jungkook is able to see — that getting in the mood isn't really an issue, especially when he's already halfway there. "You don't have to say if you're not comfortable. Our Jungkookie can keep his secrets if he wants," Taehyung adds, brushing his fingers playfully under Jungkook's chin. "Want to kiss a little first? You know. For the mood."
Something in Jungkook's expression darkens, just a bit, but the change makes Taehyung's toes curl, the sudden thrill of what they're doing a very real and warm thing stirring inside of him.
"Lie back for me."
Taehyung does so without protest, moving as Jungkook moves, sliding lower on the bed until his head is resting on the pillows. Jungkook shifts his body lower and leans in close, close enough to be able to straddle Taehyung if he wanted to. Taehyung feels weirdly exposed under his stare, hyper-aware that Jungkook notices when his tongue darts out to wet his lips.
"Is there anything you don't like?"
Just like that, the nervous tension inside Taehyung relaxes a little, and his lips stretch with an easy smile. "Not really, I'll let you know if something bothers me. Are you a good kisser, Jungkook-ah?" he adds, teasing.
Jungkook's eyes narrow dangerously, challenge accepted, and then he's surging down until their lips meet, a firm push at first that has Taehyung drawing in a sharp breath. His lips part instinctively and Jungkook's head tilts and then it's— softer, mouths opening for each other, Taehyung letting Jungkook take the lead because he's so good at it.
He's so good at it. Unreasonably good, considering that after just a few seconds Taehyung's stomach is swooping pleasantly, everything warm and breathless and just the right amount of pressure against his lips, thorough kisses that leave Taehyung wanting more.
It should probably feel stranger to be making out with their maknae, with how well they know each other, how long they've known each other. But if anything, it feels as if Jungkook knows exactly how Taehyung likes it, knows that he can handle something a little rough, that he likes it a little messy.
Taehyung really can't be blamed when his arms slide around Jungkook's shoulders to pull him closer, when he whines between their mouths. Jungkook drags Taehyung's lip between his own before he draws back and finally lets go of it with a wet sound that makes Taehyung ache.
"Hyung," Jungkook breathes out in a low voice, and that word, what should be a reality check that what they're doing is so far from normal, just makes Taehyung shiver with how much he wants Jungkook to keep talking. "Thought it might be awkward but— why does this feel so good?"
"Oh thank god it's not just me, fuck, don't stop," Taehyung babbles, long fingers threading into the soft hair at the back of Jungkook's head, trying to tug his mouth back where he wants it. Jungkook huffs out a sound like a laugh but then he's kissing Taehyung again anyway, sucking around his lip, letting his teeth scrape when he pulls back.
If Taehyung wasn't intentionally holding back from embarrassing himself more, he would actually be moaning from how good it feels.
"Are you—" Jungkook doesn't finish, surging forward for another kiss instead, hard and a little biting. He works a hand between them, sliding down Taehyung's stomach, lower and lower, until all Jungkook would have to do is spread his fingers out to feel the straining shape of Taehyung's cock.
Taehyung arches up from the bed, and the movement shifts Jungkook's hand slightly to the side, letting him feel.
"Fuck," Jungkook gasps, kissing deeper, wetter. Messy, in a way Taehyung can barely follow, like Jungkook is too eager and hungry for it to care about holding himself back. Heat shoots into Taehyung's belly and this time he does let himself moan, cock already throbbing for more attention than just Jungkook's gentle touch through his clothes. "You're really already— Just from—"
"Less talking, more touching," Taehyung says between kisses. It makes Jungkook laugh shortly when he pulls back, lips parted and wet as he stares at Taehyung with something like awe. "What?"
"Nothing," Jungkook mutters, but the way he leans in to press a gentle kiss over Taehyung's lower lip, close to the corner, doesn't feel like nothing. "Just wanted to kiss you here before I forgot."
Warmth floods Taehyung's body so fast he's dizzy with it. His tongue darts out to the familiar spot Jungkook kissed. "My mole?"
"Yeah." Jungkook makes this soft noise, somewhere between a sigh and a whine, completely at odds with the way his fingers are playing with the waistband of Taehyung's sweatpants, boldly dipping underneath to brush the warm skin of his lower belly. Taehyung isn't especially ticklish there — if anything, it hits him like an itch he wants Jungkook to scratch, wants to feel those short nails scrape over his skin — but he squirms anyway. "How do you want to do this, hyung?" His grin goes a little wicked, lips just as swollen as Taehyung's feel from the kissing. "I need to make sure you're watching me."
"Like this," Taehyung says after a moment of picturing increasingly pornographic positions in his head, sure the heat in his face must be giving him away now. Taehyung sits up slightly propped against the pillows and pulls Jungkook in close to his right side, an arm around his shoulder. "If it won't be too awkward for you to reach."
Jungkook leans heavily into Taehyung's side, body turning slightly inward as he reaches across and rests his right hand over the front of Taehyung's pants. "No, this works. But, ah, maybe we should—" Jungkook doesn't finish, shifting away from Taehyung just far enough to be able to pull his shirt up over his head, tossing it to the floor next to the bed with a thwap.
Jungkook shirtless is a sight Taehyung sees almost daily, just by virtue of living and practicing and working together, but that doesn't make it any less of a nice view. Especially with the beginnings of a pink sex flush spreading down his neck and chest, with the way the ink on his arm stands out in stark contrast with his bare skin. Taehyung is so busy soaking up the sight of Jungkook's muscular chest and arms and abs that he almost misses it when Jungkook starts to tug at his sweatpants. "Uh?"
"I think this will be easier if you take these off. But keep them underneath you, I don't want you to get sweat on my sheets."
"That's not very romantic," Taehyung sputters, feeling suddenly flustered as Jungkook manhandles his hips to drag his pants and underwear down at once. "Okay, you don't have to— I can do that, seriously—"
Jungkook ignores him, moving down the bed to drag them off Taehyung's legs the rest of the way and then fling the clothes somewhere off the side of the bed as well. He looks up, grinning playfully, but the sight of Taehyung naked from the waist down seems to catch him off-guard.
"You're, um, bigger. Wow."
Taehyung flushes. He resists the urge to draw his knees up and hide where his cock is now straining over his belly, angled slightly toward his hip. "What do you expect? It's not like I walk around with a full boner."
"Yeah, but still." Jungkook crawls up the bed on his hands and knees, the muscle of his shoulders and upper arms shifting under skin and tattoo, and Taehyung grabs at the bedding on either side of him to brace himself. To remind himself this isn't a dream, and Jungkook is really here, staring down at his hard cock with a dark but familiar expression on his face.
(Taehyung kind of hopes the expression isn't familiar because it's the same way Jungkook looks at food, because that would be... definitely weird and definitely not just confusingly sexy.)
"Maybe I'll just jerk you off like this," Jungkook mumbles, nudging Taehyung's legs apart and kneeling between them, his fingers brushing up the flushed length of Taehyung's cock. Taehyung watches it jump under the touch, his stomach rising and falling quickly with his shallow breaths, and Jungkook finally glances back up at Taehyung's face. "This is a little weird, right? I mean, I still want to do it, but—"
"Because we've known each other so long?" Taehyung asks. Jungkook pulls his hand back to rest on Taehyung's thigh, instead, absently stroking the soft skin there, and the touch doesn't help Taehyung feel any less exposed.
Jungkook shakes his head. "No, if anything that part makes it easier. It's... ah, what am I trying to say." Jungkook's voice gets quieter the more he mumbles and Taehyung has to strain to hear him. "It's weird that it's been so long and we haven't done this before. I was thinking, since when has Kim Taehyung had such a big dick? But maybe it's been the whole time..."
"Fuck, just shut up," Taehyung says with a startled laugh, bringing his arm up to hide his warm face. "It has been the whole time, thank you."
Jungkook finally moves out from between Taehyung's thighs to settle back against his side, getting comfortable before resting his chin on Taehyung's shoulder. This kind of cuddling is very familiar, but Taehyung's never been half-naked for it before. "I always thought Jiminie's jokes were just jokes."
"Jimin is my hype man, he wouldn't joke about something as serious as my dick. And is this a thing, you dropping honorifics in the bedroom?"
Jungkook lifts his head so his lips brush Taehyung's ear when he whispers, "I'll call hyung whatever he wants me to, since this is about getting him off."
Taehyung knows Jungkook is teasing, but he still shivers. "I don't actually care, just— touch me, please. It's weirder to be naked when you're not touching me."
Lips press a soft kiss to the shell of his ear, then his earlobe, then trail down to press a firmer kiss at the side of his neck. Taehyung's skin definitely feels more sensitive than normal, each kiss sparking heat inside him, and finally Jungkook says, "You have to watch now, okay? I'm proving a point."
"Right, yeah." Taehyung's stomach sinks a little with the realization that he already knows Jungkook is right, that he might even come embarrassingly fast as soon as Jungkook starts jerking him off, but the greedy arousal pulsing inside of him wins out over his pride. It was never really about the bet, anyway, and he thinks Jungkook knows that too.
"Hey, is it alright if I take this off too?" Jungkook asks, fingers at the hem of Taehyung's t-shirt, and Taehyung nods and sits up, letting Jungkook pull his shirt off.
He feels more exposed than ever, fully naked in Jungkook's bed while Jungkook still has sweatpants on, but that sends a different kind of shiver down his spine, too, when Jungkook presses his body in close to Taehyung's. The closeness that Taehyung craves, warm skin against skin, but also the soft material of Jungkook's pants reminding Taehyung of his own nakedness, every part of him bare for Jungkook to see.
"Watch," Jungkook reminds him in a low voice, his fingers finally circling around Taehyung's cock in a loose fist.
Taehyung does notice the ink on his knuckles, of course, the date and the purple heart and then the darker, bolder tattoos on his arm, the black bars and the angled writing and the flower. They're beautiful because they're Jungkook's, a part of him now they've all grown used to in the past couple of months. But they're beautiful because they're different, too — dark ink instead of unblemished skin, different like the multiple piercings Jungkook's wearing in his ears even now.
Jungkook's grip tightens, and Taehyung's hips twitch up with the touch, a soft grunt falling from his lips.
"Look how big you are in my hand," Jungkook says, breath hot against Taehyung's bare shoulder, fingers teasing at the vein on the underside of Taehyung's cock, stroking up and down. "Wow. I think you got into the wrong business, hyung."
Taehyung laughs, a surprised hah that gets lost in a gasp when Jungkook's fingers tighten around him again, squeezing. He tips his head back, overwhelmed, only to immediately feel Jungkook's teeth nip at his shoulder.
"No, hey, keep looking."
So Taehyung does. Jungkook's hand strokes up and down, still slow enough that it doesn't matter if his grip is too dry, and Taehyung swallows before he finally says, "Don't be dramatic, it's not that big."
"I mean, it kind of is." Jungkook's thumb brushes up over the tip, and Taehyung's eyes threaten to flutter shut at the pressure where he's so sensitive, the way Jungkook smears pre-come around and then pulls his hand away completely, leaving Taehyung's cock flushed and hard where it strains above his belly. "My spit or yours?"
"I— what?" Taehyung's stomach clenches, too distracted to make sense of the question when his cock aches to be touched again.
"I'll just use mine then," Jungkook says with a shrug, lifting his hand to his face to lick wide over his palm.
"Oh." That makes sense. Taehyung's cock jerks and he twists his hips impatiently, watching the obscene drag of Jungkook's tongue wetting his palm and wishing, a little deliriously, that he could feel it. When Jungkook is touching Taehyung again, the extra slickness over his cock makes a huge difference. "Ah, fuck."
"So needy, hyung," Jungkook teases, and Taehyung keeps his mouth shut before he does something horrible like agree. "What are you thinking about?"
"You," Taehyung blurts out, and oh, that's kind of worse. Jungkook's eyes widen, and Taehyung quickly adds, "Your hand, your tattoos, I'm— that's what I'm thinking about." Taehyung spreads his legs a little, head tipping back again without realizing until he feels the bite, this time lower down his arm, and his gaze snaps back to Jungkook's hand.
Jungkook hums, slowing the movement of his hand but squeezing his fingers with every upstroke, both of them watching now as pre-come beads at the slit. Taehyung hisses when Jungkook spreads it around with the pad of his thumb, leaving the swollen head of Taehyung's cock shiny, a dark pink from how hard he is.
"Do you always get this wet?"
The question isn't one Taehyung was expecting, and a hot rush of embarrassment floods him, has his lips parting with a whine. "Jungkook-ah."
"Hyung," Jungkook says in a quieter voice, not teasing like before. "Have you ever tried... with anything inside?"
Taehyung risks a look at Jungkook's face only to find his gaze piercing and hungry, intimidating in that way his handsome face can be sometimes, bangs falling over his eyes, throat bobbing with a swallow. He doesn't even call Taehyung out for looking away from his hand.
"You mean, like, by myself? Or are you asking if I've, oh, if I've ever been fucked?"
Jungkook's hand stills, and Taehyung whines again.
"Either, I guess."
"Yes by myself, no to being fucked, shit Jungkook please don't stop," Taehyung begs. Jungkook has to be able to feel the way his cock is pulsing with need, hear the urgency in his voice.
Jungkook hums again, a soft affirmative eung before he goes back to jerking Taehyung off. "Did you like it?"
"How can you ask this," Taehyung says with a little laugh of disbelief, hips jerking when he feels Jungkook's lips at the side of his neck. Jungkook's mouth trails hot, open kisses that aren't hard enough to leave marks but still spark arousal at the base of Taehyung's spine. "Oh, unh."
"I was just thinking about how wet you'd get from it, you know, from the stimulation, and if you'd even have anything left when you finally came." Jungkook's voice is lower now, a very deliberate kind of dirty talk, but he's also breathless, his hand moving fast over Taehyung's cock, almost a blur of movement. "Fuck, you're so red, are you close? Gonna come for me, pretty hyung?"
"Can you just—" Taehyung doesn't finish, pulling Jungkook closer with unsteady hands until he's nearly on top of Taehyung with his hand still working between their bodies, the bare skin of their chests touching and Jungkook's hair tickling his cheek. "I forfeit, okay, you win, can you kiss me now?"
"Sure you don't want me to draw it out more?" Jungkook asks with a smile on his lips as he leans down, and Taehyung chokes out a noise too much like a sob, knows the kiss is going to be a mess before it starts.
But it's okay, it's so okay, because Jungkook is still jerking him off with a strength and speed Taehyung can barely focus on, it feels too good, and it doesn't take him long to get to the edge like that. The pleasure builds up fast and tight until Taehyung's whole body is straining for it, his head dropping back so Jungkook is mouthing at his jaw before he finds Taehyung's lips again.
"C'mon, that's it, come for me," Jungkook gasps between kisses, voice so deep and just as frantic as Taehyung feels. When he finally comes it's with a soft cry that gets muffled by Jungkook's lips, with a blinding rush of pleasure and every muscle tensed as he spills over Jungkook's knuckles, over his own stomach and chest. Taehyung collapses back onto the mattress and turns away from the kiss so he can catch his breath, but Jungkook's lips continue to move slick over his cheek, his jaw, trailing hungry kisses down his throat.
"Ah," Taehyung gasps, oversensitivity setting in, and he quickly moves a shaking hand to cover Jungkook's fingers where Jungkook is still giving slow strokes of his fist over Taehyung's cock. "Too much."
"Right, shit, sorry," Jungkook says, nuzzling at Taehyung's bare shoulder in apology. "Holy shit. That was so hot. Are you okay?"
Taehyung is sweating, his muscles still trembling and twitching, and he's covered in his own jizz. "More than okay. Super okay. Feel free to jerk me off whenever you want in the future." His voice comes out nearly wrecked from all the moaning, and he sends out a brief telepathic apology to the rest of the dorm, in case anyone heard him.
Jungkook's laugh is a little strained but genuine, and Taehyung uses his arm to pull Jungkook close again, wanting the contact while he's still basking in his needy post-orgasm glow. Jungkook makes a soft noise, and Taehyung realizes, oh. He's been very stupid and very selfish, and that's definitely Jungkook's hard dick pressing against him through his sweatpants.
"What about you?"
"What do you mean, what about me?"
Taehyung narrows his eyes. Jungkook knows exactly what he means, so Taehyung is purposefully teasing when he asks with a pout, "Jungkook-ah, you were so good, do you want to fuck me now?"
Jungkook's eyes widen, hips shifting a little against Taehyung like he physically can't help himself. "What? Hyung."
"You can, hyung would let you." A fresh wave of heat floods Taehyung's face at the realization that what he's saying is true, he would. Like now that this is something they've let themselves do he can't get enough of it.
"Stop," Jungkook says, giving Taehyung's bare thigh a slap, his face and ears all red but his eyes full of heat. "You shouldn't joke about that."
Taehyung is so glad Jungkook isn't looking down between their bodies, because he's pretty sure his softening cock gives a weak twitch when Jungkook slaps him. He makes a frustrated noise in his throat, annoyed that Jungkook won't take him seriously, annoyed that it wasn't supposed to be serious to begin with but now Taehyung wants.
"Come here, if you're not going to believe me then at least let me jerk you off."
"Oh, yeah, okay," Jungkook says quickly, and Taehyung laughs, reaches out to pinch around one of Jungkook's nipples just to hear him gasp. "Not—Not now, please don't do that now, it's really not going to take much—"
Jungkook shoves his pants down, far enough to free his cock, and then kicks them off the rest of the way as an afterthought. He's not as long as Taehyung, but his cock is still nothing to be embarrassed about — still thick, still pretty. Taehyung circles his fingers around it to give an experimental squeeze and Jungkook's hips buck, his face tucking into the side of Taehyung's chest, mouth open to pant hotly against his skin.
"Do you need it wetter?" Jungkook's cock was already messy with pre-come before Taehyung started, and it makes the glide of his grip easy enough. But it's not his cock he's touching, the reality hitting him of having something hot and hard in his hand that isn't linked to his own pleasure. He's eager to make it good for Jungkook, to learn what he likes since Jungkook was so quick to learn Taehyung's body.
"No, I'm already close, just— touch me, yeah, like that." Jungkook's voice gets higher the more desperate he sounds, and Taehyung finds it unfairly hot, how he can want Jungkook to wreck him in one moment and then want to take him apart in the next. He thinks maybe they've always been a little bit like that, though, naturally competitive with each other and slipping into whatever role suits them best at the moment.
"I really would let you fuck me," Taehyung says softly, using his free hand to slide around the back of Jungkook's waist, keeping him close. He's never really been into dirty talk but with Jungkook, he can't seem to shut up. "Do you want that? Do you think you could make me come from just your cock, Kook-ah?"
"Ah, ah—" Jungkook cuts off with a moan when he starts to come, voice breaking and hips jerking as Taehyung works him through it. It's filthy, the way most of the come lands on Taehyung's stomach because of how their bodies are angled, the way Taehyung's grip gets slippery and he slows down, squeezes until Jungkook is whimpering as he tries to catch his breath, cock gradually softening under Taehyung's fingers.
"Look at your mess," Taehyung mumbles, amused, mostly saying it with the intention of embarrassing Jungkook or grossing him out. He is not expecting Jungkook's gaze to darken as it rakes over him, his cute front teeth sinking into his bottom lip. He's still shivering with the aftershocks of his orgasm, his breathing heavy. "Jungko—"
"You look good like this, though, hyung," Jungkook says. He rolls over until he's fully on top of Taehyung and Taehyung grunts, even as Jungkook's sliding a hand into Taehyung's hair, tilting his head back. "There. Now we'll just have to take a shower together."
Taehyung smiles despite his mild annoyance at the mess between their stomachs, at Jungkook's cocky attitude. "Oh?"
"Hyung," Jungkook says, voice pitched a little deeper, smug. He says hyung, but in that voice, Taehyung hears it as Taehyung-ah. "I won."
Taehyung snorts. "I let you win."
"Bullshit you let me, you never stood a chance—"
"Okay, you won. Are you going to claim your prize now?"
Jungkook blinks. "Prize?"
"Just kiss me already, dumbass," Taehyung says, and he's glad he hasn't closed his eyes yet so he can see the way Jungkook's face lights up before he leans down to press their lips together.
It's a lazier kiss but it's deep, too, like they've both decided there's no reason to hold back anymore. Taehyung slides his arms around Jungkook's shoulders, shivers and moans when Jungkook sucks on his tongue, when he feels Jungkook's cock against his own between their bellies.
"If you weren't kidding befo— ah," Jungkook hisses when Taehyung bites his lip, licking over it apologetically before Jungkook starts speaking again. "If you weren't kidding, I'd be okay with trying that too. Maybe not now, I don't actually have lube, I just steal Jimin's when I need it. But, uh, don't tell him that."
Taehyung is totally telling him that. Bros before hoes, and all that. "I wasn't kidding. Have you ever thought about it?"
Taehyung can't help it, he laughs out loud. "No, I don't have to ask if you've thought about sex before. I mean sex with me. If you've thought about fucking me."
"Oh." Jungkook doesn't answer right away, choosing instead to kiss Taehyung again, softly, lips trailing to the side so he can kiss Taehyung's cheek too. Warmth stirs in Taehyung's chest at the sudden tenderness, the tickle of Jungkook's hair against his face and the way his eyes are bright before he's even smiling. "Earlier, when you asked what I've thought about, how I know I like guys. Thinking about you is definitely, um, a part of that."
It's not especially surprising to hear, after what they've done, but it still makes Taehyung's pulse speed up, hearing it from Jungkook's lips. "For how long?"
"Ah, that answer I will actually be taking to my grave, thanks," Jungkook says, and Taehyung laughs, a giddy heehee, leaning up for another kiss.
He likes this. It's crazy how much he likes this, actually, and how easy it is — kissing Jungkook, laughing with him when they're both naked and gross and somehow not on the verge of passing out despite having orgasms so late at night. Taehyung sighs, runs his hands over the smooth skin of Jungkook's back, and says, "It's definitely something to think about, though."
"You fingering me, to start."
"Jesus— fuck, okay," Jungkook chokes out. "You can't just say these things!"
Jungkook purses his lips, staring down at Taehyung in determination. Taehyung gives in to the temptation to cup Jungkook's cheeks between his hands and squish them.
"Hey, give me your phone."
That catches Jungkook off-guard. "Wait, why?"
"I need to ask Jiminie something. I— Jungkook-ah, I'm not kidding, I think I really want to do this. Can you go again tonight?" Taehyung lets go of Jungkook's face and slides his hands down the length of his back again, stopping when he gets to Jungkook's bare ass to pull his hips closer. Jungkook's head drops forward, a startled ungh escaping his lips. That sound almost does more for the heat that shoots into Taehyung's belly than the grinding itself.
"Yeah, sure, of course," Jungkook finally answers, lifting his head back up to meet Taehyung's eyes. Taehyung is helplessly endeared by the way Jungkook's voice has gotten softer, a little breathless.
"Do you have any wipes? I probably shouldn't touch your phone when the last thing I touched was your—"
"Oh, yeah, hold on."
Taehyung stays put while Jungkook moves off him to go through a drawer next to the bed, not exactly shameless in his nudity but also not doing much to block Taehyung's view. Taehyung desperately fights the urge to slap his ass.
Jungkook throws a wipe at Taehyung's arm and crawls back onto the bed with a couple more, cleaning his own chest first. It's not particularly sexy, although Taehyung does like looking at Jungkook while he's busy wiping his own hands off, but then Jungkook starts to clean Taehyung's stomach and chest for him, a sweet look of concentration on his face. He even lifts Taehyung's half-hard cock to clean any more traces of come, and Taehyung's hips buck into the touch without thinking, blinking innocently up at Jungkook when he stares Taehyung down.
"I was just—" Jungkook begins to say, and then stops. He purses his lips again. "Are you still going to text Jimin-hyung? Ah, you're not really going to ask him to bring us—"
"That's exactly what I'm going to ask him," Taehyung says cheerfully, and Jungkook's expression scrunches unhappily, but he doesn't try to stop Taehyung.
hi it's your soulmate i need to ask a favor
of course who else
what is it?
i need you to bring lube to jungkookie's room
pls no questions
oh my fucking god
NO QUESTIONS PLS
"Okay, Jimin incoming," Taehyung announces, sitting up so he can look for wherever Jungkook threw his sweatpants earlier. It turns out to be a more difficult task than he was expecting. "Wait, are they over on this side—"
There's a knock on the door, and then to both Taehyung and Jungkook's wide-eyed horror it opens, but Jimin already has one hand covering his eyes. "Do not return this," Jimin says in loud satoori, throwing the bottle into the room. He blindly tosses a couple of condoms too. Taehyung watches one go straight underneath the bed. "Do not return these either. You both owe me! I don't want to know!"
"Jimin-ah I love you, I'll tell you everything tomorrow!" Taehyung calls back, and Jimin's laughing when he leaves, closing the door behind him.
"He's going to tell everyone," Jungkook groans, face-planting on the bed while Taehyung collects the bottle of lube. It's travel-sized, and hasn't been opened before, so it's probably not the one Jungkook has been stealing from. Just how much lube does Park Jimin own?
"Nah, he'll talk to me before he does that, have more faith in your hyung. Do we actually need condoms?"
Jungkook lifts his head, eyes wide. "I mean, we—we should, shouldn't we? Even if we know we're clean?"
"We should," Taehyung agrees slowly, walking back to the bed. "Maybe. Or maybe we should take advantage of the fact we don't have to use one, between us." He drops the condom he picked up back onto the floor, and kicks it under the bed to join the other one. "Break the rules with me, Jungkook-ah."
"Aren't you enjoying this a little too much?" Jungkook asks in a mumble, but despite the skeptical furrow of his eyebrows he starts grinning, pushing himself up to kneel on the bed when Taehyung crawls over to him.
Jungkook looks bigger like this, somehow, all naked and obnoxiously toned, like maybe he's puffing his chest out, or maybe he really is just that broad. But Taehyung likes it. He likes that they're mostly the same size, but he also likes thinking about being underneath Jungkook again, or maybe on top of him, holding himself up with his hands on Jungkook's chest while he rides him, or maybe—
"Yah, why are you blushing? Come here," Jungkook mutters, reaching for Taehyung's arms and pulling him forward until Taehyung is up on his knees too, in front of Jungkook. "You know, we really don't have to do it tonight if you're not ready."
Taehyung leans in and catches Jungkook's lower lip between his teeth, gently tugging before going back in to kiss around it. Jungkook squeezes at his arms in response.
"I'm ready. Trust me. Does it make you nervous, being the first one to fuck me?"
"No," Jungkook says, tilting his head, capturing Taehyung's mouth for a longer, wetter kiss. "I know I'll be good at it."
Taehyung laughs, more amused than annoyed. "Jungkook-ssi. You really think so?"
"Mmm, I think I know what hyung likes now," Jungkook says in a purposefully lowered voice, letting go of Taehyung's forearms to circle around the back of his waist instead, pulling their hips close. His breath is warm, lips brushing Taehyung's teasingly when he says, "I think hyung is more sensitive than he lets on, and he likes it a little rough." Jungkook pulls back far enough to raise an eyebrow, as if daring Taehyung to disagree.
"Well... fuck," Taehyung says, and Jungkook drops his head back, cackling with laughter. "Don't be so cocky! You haven't even fingered me yet!"
"Ahh, Taehyungie-hyung," Jungkook says fondly, still smiling wide enough it scrunches his face, giving him wrinkles around his eyes that Taehyung loves so much because of how imperfect they are. Taehyung smiles back easily, darts in to peck a kiss on the mole under Jungkook's lower lip. "Do you want to be on your back again?" Jungkook asks. "Or, like, doggy-style."
"On my back is fine, I don't like not being able to see what you're doing back there."
Jungkook laughs again, reaching for the bottle of lube while Taehyung settles back against the pillows. Before Taehyung even has a chance to drop his legs open, Jungkook is pushing at his legs, grabbing and spreading Taehyung's thighs so he can settle between them. His grip is strong, fingers digging into sensitive flesh, and Taehyung's hips strain up from the bed, his cock twitching and filling over his belly. He feels more exposed by his obvious arousal than by the fact he is actually, literally, very much exposed.
If Jungkook notices, though, he decides not to tease Taehyung about it. He reaches for Taehyung's cock with a serious expression, lips slightly parted, and starts to stroke.
"So much dick," Jungkook mutters to himself, and Taehyung rolls his eyes. Not that he doesn't enjoy the boost to his ego, of course, but Jungkook is kind of obsessed.
"It's not even that— Have you really never seen what Namjoonie-hyung is packing?"
Jungkook's gaze snaps up to Taehyung's face, eyes widening. "What?"
"Yeah, he's probably bigger than me. Thicker, at least."
"I—I thought Hobi-hyung was just teasing me when he said that..." Jungkook trails off, eyes glazing over a bit before he jerks his head to the side. "Ah, stop distracting me. Let me focus on you. I'm going to start now, okay?"
"Yeah, go for it," Taehyung says, but he can't pretend his stomach doesn't tighten with the anticipation. Jungkook gets two fingers slick with lube and, still holding Taehyung's cock loosely in his other hand, starts to rub the pad of his finger over Taehyung's hole, tracing the rim.
It's a strange sensation at first, new and sensitive, although Jungkook could probably be giving the same slick, gentle touches to Taehyung's balls and he'd still feel a low stirring of arousal from it. He's glad it doesn't feel clinical or awkward, though — Jungkook, at least, knows how to touch him in a way that feels sensual and warm, purposeful.
"Not that I don't appreciate this view," Jungkook says with a little smile, "but I wish I could kiss you while I do this." He licks his lips, seems to consider something for a moment, and then leans down to press a kiss to Taehyung's cock, just under the swell of the head.
Taehyung huffs out a shaky laugh at the light touch, and then Jungkook is pressing one of his fingers in, the sudden pressure turning Taehyung's laugh into a surprised unh. He makes the mistake of catching Jungkook's gaze, his dark eyes piercing as he watches Taehyung's face. Taehyung shudders and twists his hips, wishing Jungkook's hand around his cock wasn't completely still.
"Is this okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," Taehyung says, clearing his throat when his voice comes out scratchy. "Add another."
"What?" Jungkook scoffs — actually scoffs — and Taehyung wants to giggle at how out of place the expression looks given what they're doing.
"Hyung, I promise this isn't just dirty talk, but you're really fucking tight. I don't even know if I can get this finger out. Can you try to— relax, a little, for me?"
"Right, right," Taehyung babbles nervously, breathing out and trying not to clench so hard around Jungkook's finger even when his body wants to. Jungkook starts to draw his finger out — and oh that feels so weird but good too — and press back in, and Taehyung rocks his hips a little with the touch, makes a soft noise when Jungkook's finger rubs deep inside.
Jungkook licks his lips again, giving Taehyung's cock a quick stroke and then letting go of it entirely. "Stop me if it's too much, I'm serious." He waits a second, pinches Taehyung's thigh, and after a yelp Taehyung answers, "Yah, I will! Don't be mean."
"Be a good boy for me and I won't have to be," Jungkook says, and Taehyung swallows and looks away. He hopes Jungkook won't notice the blush that starts to creep into his face.
It's one thing for Jungkook to act this way when they're wrestling or goofing around, but it's another thing entirely when they're naked and his words stir up all this guilty heat, this sudden shamelessness for praise and pleasure. Taehyung wonders if it's as intense and hard to resist for Jungkook as it is for him.
He doesn't want Jungkook to resist it, though. The way they slip into these roles with each other, pushing the boundaries on both sides to see what they can get away with, has been building for a while, and to be indulging in it so unabashedly now feels right.
"I am a good boy," Taehyung says with a pout, even doing his best to keep still while Jungkook rubs over his hole.
Jungkook is much slower with two fingers, clicking his tongue and petting a hand over Taehyung's stomach to help him relax as he eases them inside, a slick, awkward pressure that almost doesn't feel like it will fit. But then it does, and Taehyung groans as Jungkook's fingers sink deeper, as he concentrates intently on what he's doing.
"That's it," Jungkook breathes out, curling his fingers slightly, more rubbing than thrusting. The heat that jolts into Taehyung's belly is sharp, tight, and he slides lower on the bed, tries to tilt his hips up higher, closing his eyes so he can ignore the overwhelming smugness behind Jungkook's smile. "Yeah?"
"Slower, just—" Taehyung shudders, cock jerking where it's straining above his belly, balls already drawn up tight. "No wait, faster. Fuck. I don't know. Jungkook-ah," Taehyung whines helplessly, blinking his eyes back open, and Jungkook tilts his head to rest his cheek against the inside of Taehyung's knee, his smile warmer now, knowing.
"Think I found your prostate, hyung."
Taehyung sinks his teeth into his lip, biting back another whine at the way Jungkook is massaging him so deep, the pressure unrelenting, a steady throb in his gut. "How are you so good at this, punk?"
"I've watched a lot of porn," Jungkook says with a shrug. "Is this okay? Let me know if it's too much, you seem really sensitive." He moves his hand from where he was holding Taehyung's hip to instead rub around the base of his cock, and they both watch as pre-come seeps from the tip, the way it puddles over his stomach with each slow drag of Jungkook's fingers inside.
The intensity of the pleasure fills Taehyung with a restless urgency, his toes curling, breath coming out in quick, shallow pants. "Do three now. Or just fuck me? God, I don't know, how big is your dick again? Let me see."
Jungkook throws his head back and laughs, sliding his fingers out completely and leaving Taehyung clenching around nothing, ready to open his mouth and beg if Jungkook leaves him like this. He will freely admit he lost his sense of pride as soon as he opened his legs for Jungkook (or rather, Jungkook opened Taehyung's legs for him).
"I'll do three, hold on."
"How long have you been hard?" Taehyung asks when he does sneak a peek at Jungkook's cock, the way it's flushed dark and jutting out between Jungkook's legs. While Jungkook gets more lube, Taehyung takes a moment to appreciate seeing Jungkook naked from this angle, too — all the muscle and his brightly flushed chest and the cut of his narrow hips that makes Taehyung want to grab and bite.
"I don't know why you sound so surprised, fingering you is really hot," Jungkook mumbles, tracing the rim of Taehyung's hole with a slippery fingertip. Taehyung belatedly notices Jungkook is using his right hand, and he almost wants to ask if Jungkook has gone as deep as the crown tattoo on his index finger yet. "Relax for me?"
Taehyung hums, and then sucks in a sharp breath. Three is a lot. Taehyung may have to reconsider ever thinking of Jungkook's fingers as 'slender' again, because three feels huge, the stretch of it leaving Taehyung winded, hands blindly grabbing at the bedding on either side of him.
"Yeah, yeah, keep going, it doesn't hurt," Taehyung says — not untrue — before tipping his head back when the pressure fills him deeper. Jungkook isn't trying to massage his prostate this time, just slowly works him open with three fingers, but it still feels good. Taehyung lets his legs fall open wider, hips lifting from the mattress a little even though there's no stimulation for his cock.
"You take it so well for someone so tight," Jungkook tells him, and Taehyung groans, embarrassed at how hot those words make him. "Do you want to ride me? At least until you get tired."
"Who says I'll get tired?" Taehyung shoots back, like he isn't burning up on the inside just at the thought of riding Jungkook.
Jungkook gives Taehyung a stern look that makes him want to squirm. "Okay, fine, how about this: Do you want to ride me, because I think that would be really fucking hot?"
"Oh," Taehyung says, face scrunching when Jungkook slides his fingers out, leaving Taehyung empty again. "Well, when you put it like that."
Jungkook moves surprisingly fast, between Taehyung's thighs one moment and then up at his side the next, his left hand — not the lube hand, thankfully — sinking into Taehyung's hair and his lips meeting Taehyung's in a hungry kiss.
The kissing is so nice. Kissing when he's so hard it aches is even nicer, makes Taehyung want to just press as close to Jungkook's body as possible and kiss until they both come, and then keep kissing some more after that. It's almost unfair that Jungkook is so good at this, but Taehyung can't be mad when he gets to be on the receiving end of that passion.
Jungkook sucks around Taehyung's lip and strokes his thumb across Taehyung's jawline, drawing in a sharp breath through his nose before pulling back, nuzzling across Taehyung's cheek. "We should switch spots now, while you're still open from my fingers."
Taehyung nods, not quite trusting himself to reply because Jungkook talking about how open he is absolutely does something for him. He sits up and pushes at Jungkook's shoulder, holding onto him as Jungkook takes the hint and lies back, letting Taehyung roll on top of him.
He almost knees Jungkook's dick in the process, which would be very counterproductive, but he likes the familiarity of rolling around with Jungkook in bed, like it's just another night of them bored and annoying each other. It makes the fact they're experiencing this first time together a little less intimidating, a little more like it's just Taehyung and Jungkook being Taehyung-and-Jungkook.
Taehyung reaches for the bottle of lube and sits back on Jungkook's thighs, pouring some of the liquid out into his hand before stroking Jungkook's cock with a firm grip. Not that Jungkook needs the touch, already completely hard, but Taehyung thinks it's still fun to watch Jungkook's face scrunch with pleasure, his hips trying to buck even with Taehyung's weight on his thighs.
"Tell me if I'm too heavy, it's not sexy if I'm crushing you," Taehyung says, scooting up Jungkook's body until he's straddling his hips, lifting to line Jungkook's cock up with his ass.
"I mean, it's a little bit sexy," Jungkook mutters.
"Hah, shut up." He can feel the heat of Jungkook's eyes on him as he starts to push back against the head of Jungkook's cock, the pressure on his hole that doesn't give at first, spreading him open without slipping inside.
And then suddenly it does, and Taehyung is so entirely unprepared for the thickness of it, the stretch.
"Oh fuck, wow," Taehyung gasps, biting his lip and holding still as he adjusts to the feeling, muscles fluttering and squeezing helplessly. He glances at Jungkook's face just to find his eyes tightly shut, his ears a bright red. "Are you okay?"
"Just— great. I'm great. It doesn't hurt? Why aren't you moving?"
"Okay, shut up, just hold on," Taehyung pants, leaning forward, using one hand on Jungkook's chest to brace himself while the other is still gripping the base of Jungkook's cock so he doesn't slip back out. Taehyung sinks back some more, knees sliding apart on either side of Jungkook as he lowers himself, and the stretch gets deeper, fuller as he goes.
"You're still hard," Jungkook says with something like awe, using a hand to jerk off Taehyung's cock where it juts out in front of him. The extra touch has heat pouring into Taehyung's belly. "Hyung, you're still leaking."
"Shut up, I mean it," Taehyung whines.
The thing is — as intense as the stretch is, Taehyung's not in any pain, none of the sharpness he thought he'd have to grit his teeth to get through. He just feels stuffed full of Jungkook, working the hot length of him inside until he's so deep Taehyung's whole lower body aches with it, hips rocking impatiently over Jungkook's lap.
"I think I might be a little bit of a cockslut," Taehyung admits softly, expecting to hear Jungkook laugh at him, or at least tease him.
Jungkook does not laugh. He bucks his hips, sinks deeper with a low moan, and his hands reach out to grab at Taehyung's ass, squeezing, spreading him. Taehyung wouldn't have thought it possible to start blushing while he's already sitting on a cock, but here he is, face warm and arousal tight in the pit of his belly.
"Tell me how it feels," Jungkook says, voice tinged with the same kind of desperation that's making it difficult for Taehyung to talk, to think about anything except the rush of pleasure inside.
"Deep, like it's— you're so big, it just feels so good, Kook-ah." Taehyung leans forward until his chest is touching Jungkook's, his lips at the side of Jungkook's neck, some animal part of his brain just happy to have Jungkook's skin under his mouth. "I can feel you everywhere." He kisses Jungkook, and then sits back up, bracing his hands on Jungkook's chest (and seriously, his muscles are so firm, are his pecs made of steel?), eyes fluttering shut when the position has Jungkook's cock sinking in deep again, rubbing him in places he didn't know he could be so sensitive. "Tell me."
Jungkook whines. "You're so fucking tight, I think I'm dying."
"Nice," Taehyung says, huffing out a sound that could have been a laugh if Jungkook's hips didn't buck, making Taehyung cry out instead. He doesn't know how he's going to survive it when Jungkook actually starts thrusting.
"Sorry, sorry, can't help it," Jungkook says in a rush. There's already sweat at his hairline, his lips red and wet and eyes hooded like he's fighting to keep them open. "We might have to switch so I have something to focus on that isn't just how good you feel around my dick, ah."
Jungkook's hands move to Taehyung's waist and Taehyung rocks back, bright pleasure shooting through him from the slide of Jungkook's cock. He leans back down to kiss wetly at the underside of Jungkook's jaw, sucking kisses up to the spot by his ear where he knows Jungkook is sensitive, and is rewarded with a breathless moan. "I like being able to do this, though," Taehyung says, nipping at Jungkook's earlobe. He likes just staring down at Jungkook's pretty face like this, too, at the long stretch of his neck when his head drops back, but he keeps that to himself.
Jungkook slaps Taehyung's ass without any warning, and Taehyung's whole body jolts from the shock of it, the loudness of the smack. "I like being able to do this."
"I can't— Let me just try—" Taehyung can't seem to finish any of his thoughts, instead arching his back and rolling his hips, squeezing around Jungkook's cock. It's easier than bouncing, this slow grind, and keeps Jungkook so deep that the heavy ache in Taehyung's belly flares again and again. He doesn't have to glance down to know pre-come is still dripping from his untouched cock to pool on Jungkook's stomach underneath him, can tell now just from how it feels when Jungkook's cock is pressing into that spot inside of him.
Taehyung stills his hips to catch his breath, and Jungkook pets at his thigh and says, "Tae, Taehyungie, do you want to come like this? Do you want to switch?"
"I want— I want you on top, yeah," Taehyung admits, and Jungkook pulls Taehyung down against his chest, holds him tight and flips them so that Taehyung is now on his back underneath Jungkook, and Jungkook's cock hasn't even slipped out.
"I'm hot, right?" Jungkook asks with a smirk. Taehyung lets himself smirk too when he reaches behind Jungkook and smacks his open palm over Jungkook's ass. "Ah!"
"Just fuck me, I want to come."
"Needy baby," Jungkook mutters like he thinks Taehyung won't be able to hear it, and he hikes Taehyung's thighs up with his arms so he can get closer, pushing in deeper.
And oh, oh, okay, that feels different. Taehyung realizes with a hot lurch that Jungkook has all the control now, is fucking him as deep and fast as he wants, and Taehyung just has to lie back and take it. Not that Jungkook won't listen to him if he speaks up, but that hungry, guilty little thing in the pit of Taehyung's belly tells him it's like he's being used, letting Jungkook have him how he wants, and Taehyung blushes and throbs at the thought.
He wants that. He's almost afraid of how much he wants that.
With the way Jungkook has Taehyung's body folded up, the head of his cock drags over his own stomach and leaves a slick trail of pre-come that Jungkook can't seem to get enough of. "God, I—I knew you'd get so wet, you're so hot, I wish I could fuck you for hours."
Taehyung doesn't ruin the mood by saying, Do you know how sore my asshole would be if we did this for hours, even though he's thinking it. Right now, anyway, it only takes a few more deep thrusts before Jungkook is hitting Taehyung at an angle that sparks a bright, blinding heat inside him, and Taehyung desperately never wants it to stop, so maybe he's just as bad as Jungkook after all.
"Yeah, I've got you," Jungkook rasps, ducking his head down to meet Taehyung's lips in a messy kiss. Taehyung can't seem to close his mouth, moaning into the kisses with each deep thrust, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure climbs. "Gonna make you come on my cock—"
"There, there, ah, ah," Taehyung chokes out, holding tight to Jungkook's shoulders, bracing himself when the heat builds until it's almost unbearable, white-hot and twisting. Taehyung's moans become whimpers between overwhelmed, hitching breaths.
Jungkook, with all his impossible strength, doesn't slow down at all, keeps up that brutal pace that's turning Taehyung's spine to liquid. "That's it, come on baby, fuck, come all over yourself for me."
The tension inside Taehyung snaps and he's finally coming with a sob, cock spilling untouched over his stomach and chest, jerking with each spurt and each shuddering breath Taehyung takes. He knows he's squeezing around Jungkook's cock, realizes that Jungkook was holding out for him when he stills inside Taehyung seconds later and starts to come with a low, broken moan.
Taehyung holds Jungkook's shoulders, pets over his back as he shakes and his hips jerk to ride out the rest of his orgasm. The closeness, the intensity of Jungkook's pleasure and his sweet noises muffled into Taehyung's shoulder, almost seem to drag out Taehyung's own orgasm. He shivers and clings and babbles out a "no no no wait—" when Jungkook starts to pull back.
"Taehyung-ah, I have to." Jungkook's voice is rough but Taehyung can still hear the fondness in it over the sound of his own pulse loud in his ears. He doesn't even care that Jungkook is using banmal with him. "I can't just stay inside you forever."
"Why not," Taehyung pouts, but as Jungkook helps him stretch his stiff legs back out it does feel pretty weird, no longer like a direct line to his arousal but instead just like he has a dick inside him. Still not bad, though.
"Maybe next time. Can you reach the tissues?"
Taehyung can, handing a couple down to Jungkook. It's not exactly the romantic afterglow he's envisioned, but there's still a strange comfort to it, staring down at Jungkook's body (actually glistening with sweat now like some sexy Greek god, unbelievable) and swallowing his whimper when Jungkook pulls out, using the tissues to clean most of the mess.
"Sorry, that's kind of gross," Taehyung says, even as his stomach tightens from the emptiness and then the gentle touches over his hole, where he still feels all tender and open and wet.
Jungkook doesn't look up when he says, "No, it's hot. I like coming inside you." He lifts his gaze and blinks at Taehyung, suddenly looking more shy. "Is that TMI?"
Taehyung laughs. "You fucked me, I don't think anything is TMI. Oh, that's—"
"Sorry, sorry," Jungkook says quickly, drawing his finger back out of Taehyung where he had slipped it inside, maybe to help with cleaning or maybe just because he's as kinky as Taehyung is. The pleasure isn't urgent now, just kind of simmering under Taehyung's skin like a warm glow, but he's still curious how it would feel to have Jungkook's fingers inside now, if it would be too much or if it would start to feel good.
He isn't sure how to ask for something like that, though, so he mentally files it away for another time.
"No, it wasn't bad." Taehyung laughs again, covering his face with his hands. "Ahh, Jungkook-ah. We can't be weird about this, okay?"
Jungkook swallows, looks down for a second like he's debating if he wants to answer, and then finally says, "I want to eat you out next time."
Taehyung's stomach swoops at the thought. "I don't know if you're even listening to me."
"Hyung," Jungkook says, crawling up the bed until his face is inches from Taehyung's, eyes bright but his expression serious, open. "I really liked that. It's not bad that I want a next time, right? Tell me if you don't want that and I'll stop thinking about you like that."
Taehyung smiles warmly, reaching up to cup Jungkook's cheek. "No you won't."
"No I won't."
"But that's nice of you to say. Holy fuck, I just realized— you really made me come without touching my dick. I can't believe the best sex I've ever had in my life was with Jeon Jungkook."
Jungkook turns his head and bites Taehyung's thumb, and Taehyung winces but lets him do it. He deserves that.
"I do want more with you." Taehyung moves his hand so he's petting through Jungkook's hair, smiling when Jungkook's eyes slide shut and he leans into the touch like a cat. A sexy, muscular, tattooed cat. It's possible Taehyung's brain is still a little bit fuzzy from the orgasm. "Maybe on days off, though, my thighs hurt so bad right now."
"I'll be more gentle in the future," Jungkook says, finally settling his body back over Taehyung's, the bare skin-to-skin contact that makes Taehyung so happy.
"No, don't, just save it for days off."
Jungkook snorts, bringing his hand up to poke Taehyung's nose, right where his mole is. Taehyung catches his fingers and kisses his knuckles (maybe his lips linger on the upside-down V tattoo and maybe they don't) before letting go. Jungkook tolerates it when Taehyung pulls at his arm until he can see it better, cupping the top of Jungkook's shoulder and then sliding his hand down the rest of his arm, stopping at his hand and threading their fingers together.
"Hey Jungkook-ah, your tattoos are pretty hot."
"I bet you say that to all the boys," Jungkook mumbles, echoing himself from earlier, probably intentionally since he grins toothily after he says it. "Hyung. When you say stuff like that, about not wanting it gentle, you should know... I have a whole list of all the things I want to do to you. Not, like, literally written down or on my phone or anything, but in my head. Do you think you'd like being tied up?"
"Yes," Taehyung answers way too quickly.
"Hmm. Good to know."
Taehyung is suddenly struck with the urge to figure out all the days off they have in the near future right the fuck now. None of them even have sex that regularly — just don't have the time or privacy for it, really — but Jungkook has stirred up a wild hunger in Taehyung that, distressingly, seems to only be made worse every time Jungkook smiles at him or looks at him or speaks in his low voice.
It's something deeper than a crush, or just two friends scratching an itch together. So much of it is the trust, too, the way he feels safe with Jungkook and the way they know each other so deeply. It's the way Jungkook has matured, how attentive he is to Taehyung's needs while still being greedy in his own Jungkook way.
Taehyung squeezes Jungkook's hand, tries to wordlessly convey all this with a soft smile, and Jungkook raises his eyebrows and open his mouth like he wants to speak, but ends up yawning instead, his own soft expression settling over his face when he's done.
There's a sudden urgent, warm feeling that blooms in Taehyung's chest, and he realizes it's because he desperately wants to write lyrics to encompass how he feels right now, to immortalize this fondness in a song. Jungkook might tease him if Taehyung confessed to that, but he would definitely be pleased, as well.
"Shower now?" Jungkook says after shifting over Taehyung's body to get more comfortable. "We can get away with just pulling on our sweatpants to do our walk of shame, right?"
"Oh yeah, definitely," Taehyung agrees, "but kiss me some more first. If I'm going to go out there looking like I just got fucked we might as well go all out."
Jungkook's nose wrinkles cutely before he says, "You need to stop talking about getting fucked, something about hearing that from your mouth..." He shakes his head. "Just let me live, hyung."
"If you don't like it then shut me up," Taehyung teases. Jungkook slides a hand into Taehyung's hair and nuzzles his nose across Taehyung's before closing his eyes and doing just that.