The first reason Jungkook knows there’s something off is because his alarm isn’t blaring from underneath his pillow, there’s no looming sense of dread that he’s late for class, and none of his hyungs are standing over him in an attempt to wake him up. The second thing he realises is that he’s overheating. The third is that his bed is moving.
Opening his eyes, he can vaguely make out the person still sleeping in the bed next to him. Even in the dim light he knows it’s Taehyung. Of course it is, they’re not strangers to sleeping together. Taehyung bed hops so often between their group of friends that he has the spare key to all their dorm rooms. A social butterfly even in the dead of night. No one understands why he got a dorm all to himself when he hates being alone for a prolonged period of time.
They’re both in nothing but their boxers. Taehyung is lying on his stomach, arms around the pillow he stole from Jungkook, while Jungkook is half on top of him. The front of his body draped over Taehyung’s side, one arm under his own head and the other around Taehyung’s waist.
Taehyung is ever-so-slightly shifting in his sleep, grinding his hips down into Jungkook’s palm that's cupping his hard cock. Jungkook huffs out a laugh, not really sure how they got into this position, but not entirely surprised either. They’re not strangers to sleeping together. Everyone in their social circle knows that their maknaes like to spend time together between the sheets, and they’re accepting of it, so long as they’re not grossly obvious. Like that one time Jungkook plugged Taehyung up before they all had lunch plans, and somehow, somehow, Seokjin and his all-knowing power figured it out, and Jungkook will never make that mistake again.
Jungkook squeezes his hand, causing Taehyung to grind down again as he lets out a little whine. Taehyung is rarely quiet, even in sleep.
“Hyung,” Jungkook whispers, lips grazing the older boy’s ears. Receiving no reply, he tries again, this time rubbing his palm as much as he can in his limited position.
“Hmmm?” Taehyung stirs, his hips rolling, hard cock dragging over Jungkook’s palm again, “Jungkook? Wassit?” The word mumbled, voice heavy with sleep.
“Having a nice dream?” Jungkook asked, squeezing the cock in his hand again. Taehyung groans at this, turning to press his face into the pillow beneath him as Jungkook rubs at his cock, thumb concentrating on the sensitive head. Not really awake enough to give Jungkook an answer, he brings his hands down underneath himself, cupping the one Jungkook has over his crotch, pressing up while rolling his hips down and shivering at the burning pleasure that washes over him. It’s so good, in his sleepy haze, so he does it again, heat making his toes curl while Jungkook just watches on, taking in the sight of Taehyung whimpering, writhing around and using Jungkook’s hand get himself off.
“Taehyung, baby, look at me,” Jungkook says softly. Taehyung turns his head, but doesn’t stop the movements of his hips.
“Hi,” Jungkook whispers, using his unoccupied hand to brush Taehyung’s hair out of his eyes. Taehyung just whines, eyelids fluttering, bottom lip caught in his teeth.
“You gonna come like this, baby? Look at you. So pretty, riding my hand like that. I don’t even have to do anything and you’re falling apart.”
They both had a thing for dirty talk, Taehyung loved being told how pretty he was, how good he was being. He never felt more loved or wanted than when Jungkook was holding him down, bodies stretched out against each other, being fucked so deep from behind. Whispering in Taehyung’s ear and telling him how desperate he looked, how well he took Jungkook’s dick. Jungkook loved the way his voice effected Taehyung, make him shake and moan so prettily.
“Kookie, please. Want more,” Taehyung keened, still rolling his hips into the warm palm.
“Come here then, beautiful. Let me take care of you,” Jungkook pulled his hand out from underneath Taehyung, rolling his wrist to release some of the tension that had built up before helping Taehyung get situated on top of him, smooth skin sliding together, their cocks aligned, both moaning at the friction. Cupping Taehyung’s face, Jungkook brought him down for a long kiss. The kiss was chaste, without a hint of tongue.
“What do you want, Taehyung?” Jungkook asked, pulling back, and letting his hands roam down Taehyung’s back, feeling the muscles under the skin, before stopping at the dip in his lower back, just before his ass.
“Wanna stay close to you, just like this,” Taehyung replied before kissing Jungkook again. Jungkook used his hands on Taehyung’s hips for leverage, pushing him down as he ground up, their cocks rubbing against each other through the fabric of their boxers. Taehyung keened into their kiss, hands moving up to hold onto Jungkook’s shoulders before continuing to roll his hips down.
“Jungkookie I want your fingers,” Taehyung gasps out, riding Jungkook’s thigh.
“Of course, you’re being so good for me. Open your mouth, baby, suck on my fingers,” Jungkook says as he taps two fingers against Taehyung’s. The boy opens his mouth, swallowing them down. Taehyung takes them all the way to the last knuckle, running his tongue along the digits and in between them. He knows how much Jungkook likes his tongue, always telling him how well he can use it, how soft and warm it is when it’s wrapped around his cock, playing with the sensitive underside.
Jungkook reaches behind Taehyung, teasingly stroking his fingers over Taehyung’s clothed balls, and what little of his dick he can reach, while his mouth is filled with Jungkook’s fingers, pressing down against his tongue. Taehyung’s cries are muffled, not as loud in the quiet air around them. Taehyung’s body is like Jungkook’s personal instrument. A million ways it can be played, and each sounds as perfect as the last. Jungkook loves finding sensitive spots, like either side of his hips, just before his hipbone starts, closer to his stomach. Or the crease of his left thigh where it meets his pelvic bone. The first time Jungkook ever made Taehyung cry during sex was when he was doing what he’s doing now, just gently running his fingers along Taehyung’s aching hard length. Except, Taehyung was tied down and had a cock ring on. It’s still one of Jungkook’s favourite sex memories. Maybe he’ll ask Taehyung if he can do it again. Right now though, he pulls his fingers out of Taehyung’s mouth, deeming them wet enough.
“Spread your legs for me, baby, I’m going to play with your pretty hole now,” Taehyung responds eagerly, spreading his legs so they’re splayed either side of Jungkook’s hips, and Jungkook’s hands slide underneath Taehyung’s boxers, holding his ass cheeks open and stroking the wet tips of his fingers over the older boy’s hole, feeling Taehyung’s body tense up before it relaxes, and hearing Taehyung release a pleasured sigh. He plays with the rim for a little longer, circling it, pressing against it, but not pushing in just yet.
“Jungkook, please, I want them inside,” Taehyung pleads, pushing back against the fingers teasing over his hole.
“Be patient,” Jungkook says as he reaches over into the night stand to grab the lube, because as much as Taehyung got off on the occasional spanking, he didn’t actually want to hurt the boy, and they both know spit isn’t the best lube. After coating two of his fingers, he reaches back into Taehyung’s boxers to hold him open and push the tip of his first finger into the elder’s tight hole. Taehyung goes still once the finger has reached the last knuckle, mouth falling open as he gets used to being filled from the inside.
“You okay, pretty?” Jungkook asks, slowly moving his finger inside Taehyung.
“Yeah Jungkookie. Feels so good,” came the reply as Taehyung started to grind against Jungkook again, mouthing at his neck.
“Ready for another?” Jungkook asks, waiting for Taehyung’s nod before using the momentum of Taehyung’s movements to slowly ease the other digit into the boy until Taehyung was lying there on top of him, fucking himself back on the two fingers in his ass, then rutting forward to rub his cock along Jungkook’s, mewling into Jungkook’s neck every time a new wave of pleasure courses through his body. Jungkook can’t get his fingers as deep as he usually can from this angle, but Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind, if the way he’s rocking is any indication. Jungkook thinks he’s beautiful like this. Eyes closed, mouth open, using Jungkook’s body to chase his own release.
“You’re doing so well, baby boy. So perfect. You look so pretty like this, so desperate to come,” and Taehyung doubles his efforts at the praise, his whining getting louder as the pressure builds back up, starting at the base of his spine. Jungkook is grinding his own hips up now, sliding his fingers inside Taehyung’s clenching hole, helping Taehyung get them deeper. Their rhythm is slightly faltering, too focused on keeping it perfect.
“Are you close, Kookie? Gonna come, fuck, I’m gonna come,” Taehyung whimpered out, movements becoming more erratic with the need for release.
“Yeah, baby. Come for me. Let me feel you,” speeding up the thrusting of his fingers into the boy above him. Jungkook feels it before he sees it. Feels the way Taehyung’s hole clenches around his fingers, like his body doesn’t want to let Jungkook go, the way Taehyung’s whole body tenses, hips grinding down so hard it’s almost painful. Hot breath washing over his neck, never ending whimpers and sighs leaving Taehyung’s mouth. He’s always so vocal when he’s close, like he’s feeling so much that he can’t keep the noises inside. With a final thrust of his fingers, staying deep inside Taehyung’s hole and stoking over his walls, Taehyung comes. His whole body tightening, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in a silent orgasm before every muscle in his body relaxes, lying boneless on top of Jungkook and feeling his own release soak his boxers.
Jungkook continues to grind against Taehyung, his own orgasm steadily building. It’s not until Taehyung reaches between them, hands cupping Jungkook’s length and squeezing, that he finally lets go. His moan loud in the quiet air around them, toes curling, back arching. His orgasm is strong, washing over him in waves before it comes to an end, and he collapses back onto the bed. They’re both panting, feeling too hot despite the minimal amounts of clothing.
“Get off me, it’s too hot,” Jungkook states, before rolling them to the side, Taehyung landing on the mattress next to him.
“Goddamn. That was more tiring than actual sex,” Taehyung says, before raising his arms above his head and stretching out in the most satisfying way.
“Of course it was, hyung. You did more than lay there while getting dicked down.”
“Be nice, taking it up the ass is an art form, Jungkook.”
Jungkook snorts out a, “Whatever you say babe.”
“I can’t believe I woke up with your hand on my dick,” Taehyung says, before rolling back on top of Jungkook, “carry me to the shower, I feel gross and it’s your fault.”
“Excuse me? I didn’t put my hand there. Also, you’ve got legs. Use them,” Jungkook huffs out, unsuccessfully trying to get Koala-Taehyung off him.
“I don’t have legs. They melted off. I’ve done my physical exercise for the month. Help me.”
“I’ll call Seokjin and tell him you’re late for class.”
“You’re the best, babe!”