When Jeongguk asked Taehyung where he wanted them to meet, all he got in response was Taehyung telling him to stay put, and that he’s coming to get Jeongguk at the cafeteria.
Jeongguk doesn’t know how to feel about that. Taehyung is older, employed, and financially stable and he’s going to be coming to Jeongguk’s university to pick him up for a date. It’s an incredibly sweet gesture coming all this way from his office but Jeongguk feels… embarrassed.
This is his learning space, a reminder that no matter how many bills and taxes he pays he’s still a student, and Taehyung is not.
And now Mingyu wants to meet him.
Mingyu, who insisted on staying with Jeongguk even if he has no business being on campus anymore.
Jeongguk hasn’t told many of his friends yet that he’s seeing someone. He likes the excitement of having Taehyung all to himself, someone a part of his life only for him to know about. He does intend on telling them, just not now. Mingyu only knows because he’s nosy and Jeongguk feels bad for lying to him everytime he asks why he never goes out with their friend group anymore.
Things after his and Taehyung's first date have been so good. Too good. It’s been two months already but he still finds it hard to believe that Taehyung is his actual boyfriend. Jeongguk still daydreams about the man like he’s back to silently pining over him behind the bar.
"Can't you fix it?" Mingyu asks for the third time in the past hour. He’s been grumbling about damage on his car that Jeongguk really doesn’t understand a thing about.
"I'm not a mechanic, Mingyu. Just because I sometimes clean pools and fix sinks doesn't mean I know how to fix everything." The summers he spent helping his uncle out at the repair shop back home don’t really count as first-hand experience. He was mostly there to do the heavy, albeit easy lifting.
"Take it to a repair shop."
"But those places are going to charge me a fucking ton!"
Jeongguk narrows his eyes. "What makes you think I won't charge you the same amount?"
"We’re friends,” Mingyu reasons, as if their relationship changes everything.
“Even if I was a mechanic, I wouldn’t fix your damn car for free.”
Admitting defeat, Mingyu huffs and goes back to picking on his food. As much as Jeongguk loves his friend, the cafeteria is packed this afternoon and it disorients him a bit. He can’t wait to get out of here and taste real food.
“So is your mysterious boyfriend coming or not? Starting to think you lied about him to me.”
Taehyung said he was already on his way half an hour ago but he hasn’t called or texted for directions ever since. He already knows Jeongguk is in the cafeteria, but wouldn’t he be asking how to get around and stuff?
As if Jeongguk thoughts had conjured him, Jeongguk feels a hand on his left shoulder that startles him and looks up to find Taehyung smiling sweetly. Taehyung presses a quick kiss on his cheek before sliding onto the empty seat next to him. Mingyu just stares with his spoon in his hand.
Jeongguk doesn’t blame him. Taehyung looks absolutely dashing in his grey suit. Though as much as he loves seeing Taehyung right after he gets off from work, nothing can beat seeing the man in his own home and dressed down to his comforts.
“Sorry if I made you wait long.” Taehyung greets him with a warm smile.
“It’s okay. I was expecting you to call. How did you know your way around here?”
“I used to be a student here,” Taehyung informs casually.
Now that surprises Jeongguk. “No way. Really?” He can’t stop thinking about Taehyung walking around campus now. Wants to know what Taehyung was like during his college days, if he had a wild, reckless phase or if he was the big smooth talker then like he is now.
“I’ve been a guest speaker before. Held some presentations too a couple of years ago,” Taehyung explains and then lays his eyes on Mingyu, as if realizing Jeongguk’s friend is there for the first time. “Hi. I don’t believe we’ve met.”
“Mingyu. I’d say I’ve heard a lot about you but I really haven’t. This one is a bit secretive.”
“Kim Taehyung. It’s nice to meet you, Mingyu.” Taehyung reaches across the table to shake Mingyu’s hand. Turning to Jeongguk again, he says, “Are you keeping me all to yourself, bun?”
Jeongguk flushes when Taehyung flicks his chin. “No.”
“I’m gonna go to the restroom real quick and then we can leave, okay?” Taehyung presses a kiss on his cheek again before leaving, making Jeongguk's cheeks burn even more.
It’s always just them whenever they get together. Though the public displays of affection are sweet, it’s been too long since Jeongguk has had anyone constantly showering him with kisses and sweet gestures so out in the open.
“Dude. What the fuck?” Mingyu gushes when Taehyung isn’t within earshot anymore, eyes wide like saucers. “He’s hot. Like… dude.”
He understands Mingyu’s disbelief. It was the same one Jeongguk had gone through the first time he laid eyes on Taehyung at the bar. Truthfully, it’s the same one he still experiences even now, even after they’ve declared themselves boyfriends since how well their first date had gone.
“He’s mine,” Jeongguk grumbles, mostly as a joke. He’s not usually possessive, and he knows Mingyu would never do something like that. It’s just already bad enough that Taehyung gets hit on by girls and guys whenever he’s at the bar.
“How old is he?”
Mingyu’s jaw drops. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “You dirty little boy.”
Jeongguk throws a crumpled tissue at him which the boy dodges.
Taehyung returns a minute later to whisk Jeongguk away, still polite and charming as ever when he bids Mingyu goodbye. He tells Jeongguk that he parked his car in a parking lot a couple of blocks away from the university and hopes that he doesn’t mind walking for a bit.
Of course he doesn’t. Jeongguk would take anything if it meant having to spend more time with Taehyung. What Jeongguk wasn’t expecting, however, is for Taehyung to hold his hand as they walk along campus grounds. He keeps their fingers laced together, and Jeongguk doesn’t have it in him to let go—doesn’t want to—even when a couple of people he knows pass him by with a wave, their gazes linger a second longer at Taehyung by his side.
Taehyung is affectionate, Jeongguk knows that much, and more so when they’re hidden behind closed doors. This is just new for him. He hasn’t held anyone's hand like this in public in a while, and his heart flutters knowing just how open Taehyung is about being with him.
“I could’ve just come to you, y’know. You didn’t have to pick me up,” Jeongguk says later once they’ve left the premises of the university and are now walking along a sidewalk lined with all kinds of restaurants.
“I told you I wanted to.”
“I haven’t exactly told my friends I’m seeing someone. Except for Mingyu,” Jeongguk admits. He loops his arm around Taehyung’s and presses against him closer. The street is becoming denser with people as they walk further down, lots of college students and businessmen in suits like Taehyung just getting off from work loitering around.
“Are you embarrassed to be with me or something?”
“Hyung. It’s not like that.” Jeongguk stops walking and pulls Taehyung to the side. They stand in front of a bakery right by the display window so that they’re not blocking anyone’s way or the entrance.
Taehyung looks at him, waiting, features soft in the way they always are whenever he’s looking at Jeongguk.
“It just seems… serious. If I told my friends about you,” Jeongguk starts. He’s beating around the bush, not really sure to tell his boyfriend what he’s trying to get across. Feels shy about it.
Two months is not a long time compared to the years Taehyung has—had—with his past lover, but with how things have escalated between the two, Jeongguk can’t help but think about a lot of things. Mostly about Taehyung, Taehyung and himself, and him being a part of Taehyung’s life properly.
“Well, I assumed we already are. Serious, I mean. Or getting there, at least,” Taehyung admits, and it both catches Jeongguk off-guard and not. Supposed that he kind of knew somehow, with how transparent Taehyung is sometimes. More transparent than he probably realizes himself.
Still, it still feels like a breath of fresh air hearing Taehyung say it out loud.
Taehyung smiles, that barely there but fond kind, takes Jeongguk’s face in his hands and presses a quick kiss on his forehead.
When Taehyung laces their fingers together again as they start walking, Jeongguk’s hands feel warm.
Jeongguk thinks he could live in Taehyung’s bed.
Having slept on it makes him never want to go back to his cheap and old mattress back in his apartment. He doesn’t care if it makes him look like a kid, he’s going to take his fucking sweet time rolling around the sheets and feeling the soft covers under his fingers. The size of it is almost unbelievable. A king-size bed for one sounds like a dream to Jeongguk's ears.
Taehyung woke up before him and he’s been dealing with work stuff ever since, even on a lovely Saturday morning. Even with Jeongguk sprawled out on the bed, drilling holes into the back of Taehyung’s head trying to tell him that Jeongguk wants his warmth again without actually saying anything.
Jeongguk doesn’t want to be a bother. Taehyung has adult stuff to take care of, but it can’t really be helped how Jeongguk’s mind reels to the events of last night. To Taehyung fucking him on this very bed after a whole afternoon together. To Taehyung making him cum twice. To feeling Taehyung’s mouth all over his body, hot on his skin, the press of his teeth when they sink into his flesh.
He twists his neck and sees his boyfriend hunched over his laptop on his desk. It’s bad enough that he usually gets horny the easiest during mornings. Maybe he should just go back to sleep. If he thinks about Taehyung coming in his mouth for another second he’s going to get hard real quick.
Rolling over, Jeongguk lies on his chest with his elbows propping his upper body up. “Hyung? Are you done?”
“Not yet. Why? Do you need anything?” Taehyung turns around on his office chair.
Jeongguk bites his bottom lip, the thoughts flitting about in his mind making his neck turn hot.
Taehyung’s eyebrows rise in surprise. “I’m still working.”
Jeongguk knows that. It’s not like he intends to distract Taehyung from his work. There is one thing he can do, though. One thing that can let Taehyung do his work and give Jeongguk what he needs at the same time.
“Can I…” Jeongguk gets up from the bed and slowly makes his way to Taehyung. He plants himself on top of his boyfriend’s lap, placing his hands on the back of Taehyung’s neck while the elder’s arms loop around his waist. He’s supposed to be embarrassed about asking what he’s about to ask but being with Taehyung has made him a lot more… shameless lately. “Can I sit on your cock?”
Taehyung’s eyes widen. “What?”
Jeongguk finds the surprised look on his face satisfying, so he smiles and brings his lips to nibble on Taehyung’s ear. “Let me cockwarm you.”
“Fuck. How am I supposed to say no when you’re wearing my shirt, hm?” Jeongguk feels Taehyung’s hand sliding under his shirt and now resting on his back, his touch warm. “I really need to finish these, baby.”
“I’ll be good. Won’t move. Just let me—let me feel you.” Jeongguk bites Taehyung’s ear lobe, knowing just how sensitive he is there, feels slightly accomplished when the man sighs like he’s not even going to put up a fight.
Taehyung is weak for him just as much as Jeongguk is weak for Taehyung. That he knows very well.
“If you move, I won’t fuck you for a week.”
Jeongguk almost whimpers. Not because he’s looking forward to not getting Taehyung’s dick for that long, but because Taehyung’s voice sounds so hot that Jeongguk doesn’t even think he cares about it that much. (He definitely does. He’s just a bit occupied at the moment.)
They both quickly strip bare to the waist down. Jeongguk takes Taehyung’s cock in his hand and starts to pump him until he’s hard. He grabs the bottle of lube that has somehow ended up on the floor, squeezes some onto his fingers that he coats around his rim and Taehyung’s length.
When he sinks down onto Taehyung’s cock, he can’t suppress the hiss he lets out. The lack of preparation makes the stretch harsher than usual even if he’s still a bit loose from last night. He likes it though, that burn. The fullness he feels already. Jeongguk breathes out a long sigh, whimpers when Taehyung fills him to the hilt.
Only two seconds in and Jeongguk already thinks he can’t take it anymore. He set himself up by thinking he’s going to survive this. If he doesn’t move he thinks he might just cry.
“No moving. Understood?” Taehyung reminds him and squeezes his hips.
Jeongguk nods, biting down on his bottom lip. Taehyung turns his office chair back towards his desk. Jeongguk has no choice but to keep himself still and places his chin on Taehyung’s shoulder.
Taehyung goes back to typing on his laptop and it’s quite impressive just how good he is at pretending he doesn’t have his cock buried deep inside Jeongguk. Jeongguk can already feel sweat collecting everywhere on his skin. Being pressed against Taehyung like this, so close to his scent that Jeongguk practically breathes him in every time he inhales, doesn’t really help at all.
He’s hard. So painfully hard and he can’t even do anything about it because if he starts stroking himself now, he won’t be able to control whatever he does next. He doesn’t want to disturb Taehyung any further. He’s already taking up his time and space by doing this when it’s clear that the man has important work to finish.
So Jeongguk stays quiet. Stays still and tries not to clench around Taehyung’s cock mostly for Taehyung’s sake. He tries to focus on other things; like the typing sounds from Taehyung’s laptop and the soft hum coming from the air conditioner, but even those can’t help him ignore the heat in his gut.
Taehyung shifts in his seat, the office chair squeaking at his movement and Jeongguk’s thighs tenses. He grits his teeth when he feels the slight drag, cock twitching, unable to stifle the whimper he lets out. Taehyung hears it too.
“Jeongguk,” Taehyung warns.
“I didn’t move. You did.”
Jeongguk only gets a grunt in response. Taehyung pulls his chair closer to his desk and in result Jeongguk’s hips move on Taehyung’s lap. His bottom lip quivers at the sensation, so minimal yet so sharp at the same time.
He’s about to say something about not being able to hold it anymore when Taehyung’s phone rings.
Taehyung doesn’t even think twice. He answers it and holds it close to his ear. “No no, it’s not a bad time, Chief. I’m free to talk.”
Jeongguk can’t control the way his breathing has turned heavy. Taehyung doesn’t even flinch when Jeongguk buries his face in his shoulder, keeps talking business and saying words that Jeongguk can’t fully grasp. How Taehyung keeps the conversation going so casually is beyond Jeongguk.
“Oh, yes, Director Jang has confirmed that he will still be pulling through with the—”
Jeongguk rolls his hips once. Taehyung tenses under him, breath cutting short.
“...collaboration,” Taehyung finishes his sentence, his free hand circling around Jeongguk’s waist.
Jeongguk whimpers. The small shift already has him quivering and wanting for more. He can’t stop rocking himself on Taehyung’s cock and he knows this is mean of him. Taehyung’s on the phone, for fuck’s sake, and he can’t do anything about it but bite the insides of his cheeks. Taehyung feels so good, makes him feel so full, and Taehyung’s cock has been giving Jeongguk hell for much, much longer than Jeongguk has been giving Taehyung a hard time.
“O-of course, sir. I’ll make sure they get the—message.” He feels Taehyung’s fingers dig into the flesh of his waist, nails scratching his skin just a bit. Jeongguk knows Taehyung is feeling it too, from the way his words are coming out staggering, gives him a small satisfaction knowing this isn't just him too.
“Yes, I will definitely contact you as soon as I hear more. Have a good day.” That’s when he hangs up and throws the phone on the table with no mind. Both of his hands grip Jeongguk’s waist.
“I’m sorry! You’re just—you feel so good and I can’t… please, hyung.”
“Oh so you’re begging now? I don’t think you have the right to beg, baby. I only give boys who keep their promises what they want,” Taehyung says, taunting, but the way he grips Jeongguk’s hips and slowly guides his movements is contradictory to his own words.
Jeongguk feels hot all over. The little moans he lets out barely encompass what he feels every time Taehyung’s cock drag against his walls. Jeongguk’s own cock is aching, flushed and hard between his and Taehyung's stomachs. His tip is already leaking with precum and just as Jeongguk reaches to give himself some relief, Taehyung slaps his hand away.
“No touching," Taehyung commands. His voice has turned hot, laced with a kind of depth that makes Jeongguk's stomach flutter.
Jeongguk can only let out a groan in protest. Despite his earlier words, Taehyung doesn't stop letting Jeongguk fuck himself on his cock. It's the way Taehyung hisses that lets Jeongguk know he’s just as gone as Jeongguk is. Jeongguk doesn’t waste the opportunity Taehyung is giving him, keeps grinding his hips until his pace becomes messy. Desperate.
"I'm moving you to the bed," Taehyung says before he gets off the chair and lifts Jeongguk along with him.
Taehyung's strength always takes him off guard. It's well established that Jeongguk packs more muscle than the man but Taehyung is unexpectantly way stronger than he looks. Turns Jeongguk on whenever Taehyung surprises him by lifting him up or flipping him over on the bed. Thinks he might just have a small manhandling kink.
Jeongguk's back hits the mattress when Taehyung drops him on the bed with a huff. Taehyung crawls on top of him and starts kissing up his neck, cock still buried deep inside him.
"Thought you weren't gonna fuck me for a week," Jeongguk recalls what Taehyung said earlier. Taehyung's hand sneaks up his shirt and starts thumbing over his nipples. Jeongguk squirms under the touch.
"Would you rather I stop doing this?"
"Hmm, no." Taehyung's mouth finds his and Jeongguk is smiling when Taehyung kisses him. "Hyungie."
"You can spank me. If you want."
Taehyung stops kissing him and draws back, arms caging Jeongguk's frame as he looks down at him. Something dark flashes over his eyes. "You want me to spank you?"
"Yeah." Jeongguk hooks his fingers on the v-neck of Taehyung's shirt, pulls it down so he can see the expanse of Taehyung's chest. He doesn't know where this is coming from, just knows that he wants it. Wants Taehyung. And Jeongguk knows, no matter how much Taehyung tries to resist, Taehyung's too weak to not give it to him good. "If you want."
Jeongguk thinks he kind of deserves it, too, for distracting Taehyung like this.
"Hmm," Taehyung hums, something soft and sweet like a purr, and the way he rolls his hips right after is almost tender. Sensual. Like they're not about to fuck but make love.
Everything they've done up to this point has been on the dirty side. Still with a lot of feelings, but more risque than either of them would probably like to admit. Jeongguk starts to wonder, as Taehyung keeps slowly thrusting into him, if one of the reasons Taehyung is with him is because Jeongguk makes him feel young.
If Jeongguk awakens a side of him that's been muted ever since he tied himself down to a woman he couldn't give himself to fully.
They haven't known each other for long but not once has the man ever made Jeongguk feel like he's a child. Taehyung sees him as an equal, even if Jeongguk doesn't think he could ever measure up to the amount of adult Taehyung is.
"Will you tell me if it gets too much?" Taehyung pulls Jeongguk's shirt up and over his head, tosses the clothing to the floor carelessly.
"Yeah. Of course," Jeongguk breathes.
Taehyung pulls out and Jeongguk whines at the loss of pressure, almost takes what he said about the spanking back and not because he changed his mind. If it means not having Taehyung inside him then he'll make do with not being greedy.
But before he gets a word out Taehyung is flipping him over so suddenly that Jeongguk gasps when his chest hits the mattress. Jeongguk lets Taehyung lift his ass up. He curves his body, knees and elbows keeping him up, feels Taehyung's palm skim over his ass.
"Um. Three or six... or ten. Like... five each?" Jeongguk doesn't know if he's asking for too much.
"Ten it is."
Jeongguk's heartbeat is loud in his ears, his whole body buzzing with anticipation. Taehyung smooths his hand around Jeongguk's ass again and gives him a light squeeze that makes him turn shy, even if he already has his body curved and bared for Taehyung and Taehyung only.
When Taehyung's palm connects with Jeongguk's skin for the first time, the sharp smack rings around the room. Jeongguk sucks in a breath, flinching at the impact, and bunches the covers in his fists.
"Too much?" Taehyung asks, concern laced in his voice. He's gently rubbing at the spot where his hand just was.
"No no. 'm fine. I'll tell you if it's too much, hyung," Jeongguk assures him. It wasn't even that hard. The sensation is just... overwhelming him a little. His whole body is tingling with pleasure already, cock twitching and aching to the point it's almost painful.
"Count for me, yeah?"
Jeongguk nods but he's not sure if Taehyung catches it. The second smack comes, on his other asscheek, and this time Jeongguk moans, shameless in the way he bucks his hips backward.
"Two," Jeongguk mutters through gritted teeth.
"Did you break your promise just so you can ask me to do this to you?" Taehyung's hand lands on his skin again. Jeongguk barely musters the number out of his mouth. Hates that he can’t look at Taehyung right now. "Fucking gorgeous. My baby."
Jeongguk preens at the praise. Something like a whimper stumbling out of his lips right before Taehyung carries on, gives him what he wants and tells him that he’s taking it so well, so pretty for him. Taehyung pauses after the sixth, hand smoothing over the redness Jeongguk knows is now there. His skin has always been so sensitive, easily marked, sends a kick to his gut knowing it’s Taehyung’s handprint.
“Mhm. Jus’ can’t wait to feel your cock again.”
Taehyung clicks his tongue but there’s no malice there. “So greedy.”
The seventh burns more compared to the previous ones, but Taehyung bends down and places a soft kiss on his shoulder blade right after. Jeongguk hums at the feeling of Taehyung’s body so close to his, fingers itching to touch him. His cock is so hard, dripping onto the sheets already, and Jeongguk thinks he might just come like this but he tries to fight it. Wants it when Taehyung is deep inside him.
Three more left, and Taehyung keeps them spaced out evenly, each sting Jeongguk feels sending a sensation all over his body that's more intense than the last one. Whimpers every time Taehyung's palm touches his skin again, and it's only when Taehyung delivers his last one that Jeongguk feels the tears that have collected in the corner of his eyes.
Taehyung's grip turns soft then. He smooths over the skin of Jeongguk's asscheeks so tenderly that Jeongguk melts on the bed, lies down flat on his chest as Taehyung crawls over him.
When Jeongguk turns over under him, he only catches Taehyung's fond look for a split second before it morphs into concern.
"You're crying? Did I hurt you?" Jeongguk sees Taehyung panic, presumably from seeing the wetness around his eyes. He cradles Jeongguk's face in his hands, expression falling and looking completely devastated, like he's beating himself up in his mind.
"No, no. Barely. I'm fine. Happy tears," Jeongguk assures. "Well, horny tears."
"Should've told me it was too much." Taehyung wipes a tear that has escaped Jeongguk's eye. He's so sweet, too sweet sometimes that Jeongguk can't believe he's really his.
"It wasn't. You're so good to me, hyungie."
Jeongguk pulls Taehyung down for a kiss. His mouth is hot, tongue furthest thing from shy he licks into Jeongguk's mouth. Jeongguk tugs at the hem of Taehyung's shirt and pulls it over his head. He drags his palm down Taehyung's broad chest, smoothes them back up and over his shoulders.
Taehyung said he's been swimming a lot with his daughter and Jeongguk sees clearly what that's been doing to his body. Always looking like he's dipped in honey, dirty blond hair sitting so well on his tanned skin. He had dyed it as a spur of the moment decision after the divorce and he's kept it ever since.
"How can I not be good to you?" Taehyung parts Jeongguk's legs wider and settles himself in between the younger's thighs. "Pretty even when you're a brat."
Taehyung shifts forward, takes his and Jeongguk's cock in his hand and brings them together. A carnal sight on its own seeing Taehyung rub against him, hard and leaking just as bad as Jeongguk.
“Not a brat,” Jeongguk mumbles as Taehyung nuzzles his face in the crook of his neck. His mouth closes around a spot there, tongue hot on Jeongguk’s skin, and when he sinks his teeth Jeongguk lets out a soft moan.
“Sensitive,” Taehyung coos. He drags his mouth up Jeongguk’s neck and jaw until he reaches Jeongguk’s lips again.
Jeongguk drinks him in. Taehyung's too good of a kisser for him not to. Jeongguk pulls him closer, smooths his hands up until his fingers are curling around Taehyung’s hair, almost forgetting about the mess on his stomach and the way Taehyung doesn’t stop shifting his hips, letting their cocks rub together.
It’s too much but not enough at the same time. Jeongguk needs to feel him again. More of him. So he asks. Because Taehyung always gives him what he asks.
“Want you. Now.”
Taehyung lines his cock with Jeongguk’s entrance, gives Jeongguk hell when he teases Jeongguk’s sensitive rim with his tip. Jeongguk’s already squirming and mewling under him and he knows Taehyung’s prolonging this on purpose. He’s learned that the elder finds pleasure in seeing Jeongguk reduced into a flustered mess.
When Taehyung pushes in, Jeongguk feels the stretch like it’s the first time. Taehyung groans, the sound sweet yet desperate at the same time in Jeongguk's ears, and Jeongguk can’t help the sigh when Taehyung finally fills him to the hilt again.
Taehyung laces his fingers with Jeongguk's and pins their entwined hands over Jeongguk’s head, starting to rock his hips slowly.
“Next time hyung won’t be so nice. Distracting me from my work like that? While I’m on the phone? It’s like you wanted my boss to know you were there sitting on my cock.”
Jeongguk just mewls at Taehyung’s soft scolding, restless from being unable to do anything about his aching cock. Taehyung fucks into him mean, slow and steady but deep at the same time. It’s almost agonizing every time he purposely pauses only to thrust into Jeongguk again with more force.
Taehyung buries his face in the crook of Jeongguk’s neck and sucks on his skin there. His mouth is hot, wet, and when his teeth sink into Jeongguk’s flesh he knows it’s going to leave a mark.
The bed dips every time Taehyung’s hips meet his. Jeongguk hooks his legs around Taehyung’s waist in an attempt to draw him closer until their skins are flushed together. He registers the growing knot in his gut but isn’t completely aware of the things he’s saying. Thinks that he must’ve managed asking for more, for Taehyung to fuck him harder, faster, already so close. Taehyung gives it all to him until Jeongguk’s eyes roll back, body curving into Taehyung as the sensation hits him until he's spilling all over his chest.
Taehyung cums inside him not long after, the guttural moan coming out of his mouth just as carnal as everything else. He rides out his high until his thrusts grow sloppy, until he falls slack on top of Jeongguk’s chest not minding the stickiness, heaving alongside Jeongguk. Jeongguk winces when he pulls out slowly seconds later.
In the midst of his calm, Jeongguk feels Taehyung’s finger touch his sensitive rim, a millisecond graze that still makes him flinch. Jeongguk doesn’t say anything though. He’s too winded and too dazed to really pay attention to what Taehyung is doing.
“Open your mouth,” Taehyung says, voice not demanding but stern. It stops Jeongguk from dozing off, but what really snaps him out of his post-orgasm trance is seeing Taehyung’s middle and index fingers coated with cum.
Jeongguk’s mind goes blank. He obeys, lets Taehyung put his two fingers inside his mouth, doesn’t break eye contact when he hollows his cheeks and sucks on them. Taehyung’s own mouth drops open as he watches Jeongguk, licking his lips once before he gulps.
“Pretty. My pretty baby,” Taehyung coos, starts pulling his fingers in and out of Jeongguk’s mouth.
It’s dirty in a sense, in every sense, how Jeongguk gets off from tasting Taehyung like this, but when Taehyung takes his fingers out of Jeongguk’s mouth completely and silences Jeongguk’s whine of protest with his lips, a different kind of sensation shoots up his chest.
Jeongguk melts into the kiss. Melts against Taehyung. He thinks at this point in their relationship there isn’t a moment where he doesn’t feel Taehyung with him. Call him a sap but Taehyung has touched him in so many ways, not just physically or sexually. And it’s a bit alarming, new, at least for Jeongguk.
Jeongguk who hasn’t felt like this in what feels like forever, who hasn’t given himself to anyone fully until Taehyung had come in and swept him off his feet like it’s nothing.
He wasn’t thinking about this yesterday, but he believes it’s mainly the reason why he had asked Taehyung if they were serious.
Though Jeongguk isn’t entirely sure he’s supposed to know what serious is at twenty-one.
“Mmm’hyungie,” he mumbles against Taehyung’s sweet lips. Taehyung pulls away, looks down at Jeongguk with that soft look in his eyes.
The tranquility of the moment is broken when Taehyung’s doorbell rings.
“Are you expecting someone?”
“Shit. I totally forgot about that.” Taehyung stares at the bedroom door, seeming out of it, not mirroring Jeongguk’s confusion.
“What? Who’s here?”
When Taehyung turns to him again, the look in his eyes is apologetic. “I guess you’re meeting my ex-wife today.”
The air is tense.
Jeongguk hasn’t said a word except for the curt ‘hello’ ever since Taehyung’s ex-wife had stepped into the house. Lee Sunha is the perfect picture of grace and poise even when it’s barely noon on a Saturday, fully dressed as if she’s about to attend a fashion gala and not to pick up her daughter’s textbooks at her ex-husband’s home.
Sunha’s dress is the same shade of wine red that’s painted on her lips. She taps her perfectly manicured nails against the marble, eyes set and gaze unwavering, lips pursed as she stares at Jeongguk.
Jeongguk who is still in his pajamas, had barely cleaned himself up when Taehyung ushered him out of the bedroom to open the door for his ex-wife. Jeongguk who’s sure he has all sorts of marks on his body right now, the most obvious and exposed one being the hickey on his neck. It doesn't help that this is the same kitchen island Taehyung had fucked him on two months ago.
They’ve been sitting here in silence after Taehyung retrieved his daughter’s book from upstairs. Having Taehyung seated close next to him doesn’t even ease the worries currently occupying Jeongguk’s mind.
There’s something commanding and intimidating about the woman’s aura, even when she’s just quietly sipping on the tea Taehyung had made for her. Sunha peers at Jeongguk over the brim of her ceramic cup. Jeongguk has never felt so self-conscious and exposed before, has never wanted to shrink and hide so bad even if the woman hasn't said anything particularly judgmental or mean about him.
“How old is he?” Sunha directs the question to Taehyung.
“That’s none of your business," Taehyung snaps. For someone who sounds like he's one second away from kicking the woman out, he sure had a different attitude when he invited her in minutes ago.
But it was the way Sunha had stalked into the house like she still remembers every inch of this place that put Jeongguk off.
It's not his place to ask. He and Taehyung have only been together for such a short time and mostly, Jeongguk tries to avoid and resist ever bringing up his ex-wife. He only takes what Taehyung offers him, and what he's caught on so far is that the mere existence of the woman absolutely vexes him.
No, Jeongguk is not worried. Is he a little insecure? Yes.
Because not only is she a beautiful woman, she's also the woman who Taehyung was married to for eight years.
Jeongguk can't even make a relationship last more than eight months.
Deeming her ex-husband useless, she turns to Jeongguk instead, still maintaining a neutral tone when she speaks again. “How old are you?”
Jeongguk gulps. He feels Taehyung's gaze burning holes onto the side of his head, like he's trying to tell Jeongguk to not cave in to her ways, but Jeongguk doesn't know what it is about Sunha's eyes that makes it hard for him to deny whatever she asks. “Twenty-one. I’m turning twenty-two next month.”
“How did you and Taehyung meet?”
“Again, none of your business,” Taehyung repeats. This time, he places his hand on top of Jeongguk's thigh. Jeongguk finds assurance in his touch.
“I’m a bartender at a bar he frequents.”
“I thought you didn't like drinking.” Sunha cocks her head to the side, looks at Taehyung with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Well, a part of being divorced is liking things you never thought you'd like."
Jeongguk doesn't think he should be in the middle of this. He keeps looking back and forth at Taehyung and Sunha, can clearly sense the brewing quarrel. He doesn't know how to excuse himself no matter how much he wants to escape this.
A smile spreads across her red lips, the kind where it's too sickly sweet to really be genuine. "Does that include college boys for you?"
Jeongguk flushes. He bites his lip and looks at the floor, would love to dig a hole and bury himself in it if he had the opportunity to. Taehyung merely sighs beside him, seeming used to Sunha's antics.
Despite his apparent unease, the eight years is all Jeongguk can think about. Eight years of a relationship, of living in the same house, of raising a kid together.
Maybe it's the lack of experience but Jeongguk can't seem to wrap his head around it, how easy it is to fall out of love after all of that. He's trying to understand but he doesn't know enough about what Taehyung and Sunha were like together to really do so.
"Well. I'd love to stay and chat but I've got people to see, so. It was lovely to meet you Jeongguk." Sunha slides off the stool and gathers Nauen's textbook in her hands. When Taehyung starts to stand too, she holds out a palm in the air. "Don't bother. I know my way out."
Sunha lets herself out, makes Jeongguk think that once upon a time she had been the woman of this house who sat in the same stool he's sitting on. Cooked in this very kitchen all the time. Slept on the same bed he did just last night every night for eight years.
"God. She's a handful, isn't she?" Taehyung's tone turns light again, opening the fridge behind them. "Are you hungry?"
Jeongguk turns around on his seat. It's not his place to ask, but he just wants to understand. “Did you bring me out here just to piss her off?”
Taehyung freezes. When he looks at Jeongguk again it's with hesitance in his eyes that Jeongguk can only translate into guilt. He doesn't want it to be true, that Taehyung really brought him out to meet his ex-wife now because he was trying to prove a point.
Taehyung kicks the fridge closed and leans against it, eyes avoidant.
Even in the middle of this kind of conversation Jeongguk can’t help but think about how breathtaking he looks, even in an oversized shirt and shorts with pineapple patterns on them.
“Okay, I guess I did want to piss her off a little. But I also didn’t want to hide you in my room like you’re some… dirty secret that I have.”
“Sunha and I… everything we’ve decided on up until now had been mutual agreements. The divorce, Naeun’s custody, even the house. She just likes to push my buttons sometimes."
Taehyung steps forward and nestles himself between Jeongguk’s thighs, his hands coming to rest on the counter behind him. Jeongguk lets him. He likes the closeness, Taehyung’s body heat pressing against him. He’s been asking how is it possible to fall out of love with someone after eight years but maybe he shouldn’t be asking that all. Not when it’s only been two months and he doesn’t think he’d like to spend another day without Taehyung within reach.
“I don’t doubt that she’s a good mother. She is. We’re just not good parents together anymore. Either way, she’s still Naeun’s mother and Naeun is important to me, so whether I like it or not Sunha is still an important person in my life too.”
Most divorced couples he knows—well, the ones he sees on TV, that is—usually are the bane of each other’s’ existence. Taehyung might be transparent with his distaste towards his ex-wife but he’s still making an effort to be civil around her just for his daughter.
“We haven’t been together for long, but I really like you. I want to make you a part of my life properly, Jeongguk. If you'd let me of course. And slowly, not all at once. You would have met her at some point. I’m just sorry it had to be like this.”
“You’ve got a lot more baggage than I expected,” Jeongguk admits. Fighting off the smile that creeps up his lips is hard with how sweet Taehyung’s words are. If he was being honest, he never expected things with Taehyung to go this far. Get this serious.
Taehyung’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “Huh?”
“Even after I found out you were newly divorced, you still seemed so… put together.” Jeongguk tugs at Taehyung’s shirt, thinking about the polished and mature image he had of his boyfriend the first time they met. “You’re twenty-nine and you’ve got a kid, a stable job, and a house that looks like something I can only dream about.”
“Wait till you hear about my late teens.” Taehyung grins, bright and youthful.
It reminds Jeongguk that Taehyung is still young even now. Younger than most parents with eight-year-olds nowadays. He was definitely young then. When he had Naeun, got married at Jeongguk’s current age, and managed to get his bachelor’s degree at the same time.
Jeongguk can’t even juggle a part-time job and his studies at the same time sometimes. He doesn’t know how Taehyung got through all of that. "Will you tell me all about it then?"
Jeongguk hasn’t liked someone this much in so long and that’s saying something. They’ve still got a long way to go, he knows that, but he also knows that he wants all of Taehyung, if Taehyung is willing to give it to him.
"Of course,” Taehyung’s gaze softens. His touch is gentle when he tucks Jeongguk’s hair behind his ears. “I just need you to promise you won't be turned off by me after I do so."
"Not possible." Jeongguk buries his face in Taehyung’s shirt, feeling the light shake of Taehyung's chest as the man laughs. His heart feels warm, full, all of his worries easily washing away just like that. Most of them, at least. There's still one thing clogging Jeongguk's mind.
Jeongguk lifts his head from Taehyung's chest. "You don't love her anymore, right?"
"No,” Taehyung answers immediately, without hesitation.
"And she doesn't love you anymore?"
"No. God no. If she could move out of town she would. We just made a promise to be present in each other’s' lives for Naeun."
“Okay.” That’s all Jeongguk needs to hear. Maybe he shouldn’t be so quick to let his guard down considering this is his first actual relationship in a while, and Taehyung’s the first man he’s felt for this much, but something inside him just knows that Taehyung wouldn’t lie to him.
It’s the way the elder’s lips feel pressed against his forehead now, so tender and assuring. The way his body responds whenever he’s near Jeongguk is genuine, but every time he asks Jeongguk about his day, smiles at him sweetly like he’s the only thing Taehyung sees in the room, it’s how he knows this thing between them is more than just body talk.
And that’s saying a lot, considering how they first started.
“Maybe we should shower first before lunch,” Taehyung mumbles.
“Yeah. I think I still have your cum in my ass.” Jeongguk shifts on his seat. He’s got a lot more of Taehyung everywhere else on his body but he likes it. He likes wearing Taehyung’s shirt, being doused in the man’s scent like this.
“Where it belongs,” Taehyung jokes in a suggestive tone but Jeongguk just pinches his stomach.
“Carry me to the bathroom?”
“You weigh a fucking ton.” The groan Taehyung lets out is somewhat childlike.
Taehyung has carried and lifted him up a couple of times before that Jeongguk knows he’s strong enough despite his build, despite the fact that Jeongguk packs way more muscle than the elder does, and Jeongguk likes it too much to the point where he doesn’t care about being shameless anymore.
He always feels secure in Taehyung’s hold. Safe and cared for.
“C’mon, old man. Carry me and I’ll think about sucking you off in the shower.”
“Old? Might just have to spank you again,” Taehyung grumbles, but doesn’t protest when Jeongguk forces himself onto Taehyung’s back.
Taehyung lifts him up with a loud grunt just as Jeongguk whispers in the man’s ear how he wouldn’t mind another spanking session, and then giggles at the frustrated groan he gets in response.
When Taehyung starts rambling about how much of a pain in the ass Jeongguk is––fucking brat, always giving me a hard time––as he carries Jeongguk up the stairs, Jeongguk gives him a sweet kiss on the side of his head and presses his cheek against Taehyung’s shoulder, knowing very well that the sweetness in Taehyung’s words is unparalleled.