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A traffic light. Burning yellow, and then red, and the car comes to a stop. They’re alone, on a typically busy highway, for no other reason than it being too-early o’clock. Three AM, maybe leaning closer to four. Time isn’t real when the windows are down, and the air smells of cloudy cologne and fog. Jeongguk tilts his head back so that it rests against the upholstery, and exhales all of the expired stars from his lungs.
On the driver’s side, Taehyung’s hands tighten on the steering wheel, knuckles painted white. He hits the gas too hard, pinning Jeongguk to the ruined seat. The car jerks forward, tires squealing against the grayed road, and the sharp wind tears straight through Jeongguk’s thin t-shirt. It’s too cold for such clothing- too cold to be driving without the heat cranked on high, much less with the windows down.
Taehyung makes to put them up. Jeongguk stops him with a mere shake of his head.
They're driving from Seokjin's house. Days of studying too hard with exams right around the corner had left everyone on edge, so the eldest had invited them over for a nice, homemade dinner. Thoughtful on his part- though Jeongguk had found it intensely suffocating.
The others passed out in the living room. Jeongguk waited, eyes wide open, glued to the ceiling, until every heartbeat evened out, aside from his own. With his breath held, he'd grabbed Taehyung's hand, a pleading sort of look in his eyes, and they'd bolted out the front door. No one stirred upon their quick exit.
Jeongguk isn't sure where they're going now, but with Taehyung taking control of the situation, he can breathe easier. He loves his friends, but they are overwhelming. He loves this life that he shares with them, but oftentimes, it grows stale. A bit of a break is needed, as new seeds are planted, and fresh opportunity begins to sprout.
Taehyung is the fast escape that Jeongguk often needs. He is a warm, steady hand on Jeongguk's shoulder when anxiety threatens to drown him, along with the headiness of his own tears. And he is a fleeting, soft hug, when Jeongguk needs tenderness the most. He is never overbearing, never harsh. Never looks at Jeongguk differently for the things that he says, sometimes out of place, or the past that certain memories dredge up.
He is careful not to break, but quick to fix, should something crack.
Jeongguk finds that, even with unrivaled attentiveness, hairline fractures can still be found, if one looks close enough. Taehyung sees them, and finds beauty among the imperfections, still.
He is someone to trust. Someone Jeongguk trusts, with his entire heart.
Four AM, racing too fast down an eerily dark highway, and Jeongguk has never felt more at peace in his life.
When he turns his head just slightly, eyes straining as he peers out his peripheral, a sort of happiness washes over him. It feels like how the color yellow should. Tastes like warm air on a summer evening. Taehyung is that- heat and unadulterated light- but many other things, as well. Jeongguk could spend his entire life painting Taehyung out with words wrapped loosely around his tongue, but even then, it wouldn't be enough. One has to see, to really know.
Jeongguk has lived under the glow of Taehyung's beauty long enough now; knows that with this sort of happiness, comes underlying sadness, too. He's got enough of that on his own, but he takes Taehyung's, too. Bares burden to it when it gets too heavy for the older man, and trusts that Taehyung's arms around his waist will keep his knees from hitting the ground.
They work so well together, it's a wonder they ever functioned properly apart.
Taehyung reaches down, and clicks on the radio. The nob, a faded gray from being fiddled with so much, catches a bit of the streetlight. Glimmers, just as an old song sounds through the speakers, and raises goosebumps on Jeongguk’s arms.
The car screeches to a halt as Taehyung pulls into a relatively empty parking lot. They’ve been here before-- Jeongguk recognizes the rose bushes outside. One of the prettier things they’ve got here, in Seoul. Diners, low end or not, are hard to come by. The one that inhabits this lot is one of Jeongguk’s favorites.
Inside, it is warm. The entire place is brightly lit, almost as if they are trying to recreate the sun that has long since sank low in the sky. Soft music plays through the wall speakers, and Jeongguk chooses a nylon booth right near the big, back window. Taehyung slides in across from him, and their legs immediately tangle together beneath the table.
Neither of them are really that hungry. They make that clear with what they order-- milkshakes, and a basket of fries to share. Their food arrives in no time, and Taehyung, with a big smile, shoots his straw paper at Jeongguk. It hits him in the eye, stings a little, but he laughs anyway, because Taehyung does. Because Taehyung is the happiest thing Jeongguk has ever encountered, and he couldn’t bring him down, even if he wanted to.
(He doesn’t).
“Should we go home after this?” Taehyung asks, mouthful of vanilla and fries. He’s always said that ice cream suits french fries better than any condiment ever could.
Jeongguk shrugs, and then shakes his head. They don’t have classes tomorrow. Home doesn’t feel like the proper place to spend their day off.
“Back to Seokjin’s, then?” He asks, pretty hair flopping in front of one of his eyes. Jeongguk reaches out, hand steady, and fixes it back for him.
“He’ll be worried about us. We left in the dead of night.”
“We’re adults,” Jeongguk retaliates, “And besides, I just want to spend time with you, without the hyungs. Is that too much to ask?”
“We live together,” Taehyung teases, dabbing some whipped cream on Jeongguk’s nose. The younger man pouts, as he adds, “I spend every moment of the day with you, outside of school, and work.”
Jeongguk huffs, and his cheeks tint pink. Maybe he’s too clingy. Maybe his heart is too full of love. Maybe he’s just so fucking enamoured with Taehyung that he’s not sure how to function without him.
“Can’t we just go to the park?” He pleads, voice weak as his lip juts out in a little pout. Taehyung has always been a sucker for this. Jeongguk is a master manipulator, and the older man knows this. Chooses to ignore it, perhaps.
“We could watch the sunrise together,” he says, “Sit under that big tree you like so much.”
“It’s cold outside,” Taehyung whines, and then, “But fuck, okay. Whatever you want. Can’t deny you anything.”
“Because you love me?” Jeongguk asks, finishing up his milkshake.
“No,” Taehyung snorts, “Because you’re damn pretty. And you know that.”
“I know you love me, too,” Jeongguk tosses a tip onto the table, pays their bill on his way out, and grabs ahold of Taehyung’s hand.
The ice cold air is biting, and it’s almost impossible to rake in any sort of heat. Jeongguk settles for pushing Taehyung against the side of the diner, and sliding his hands under the fabric of the other man’s shirt. His stomach is soft, warm against his palms, and he feels Taehyung shudder.
“It’s warmer in the car, you know.”
“Hardly. You talk too much,” Jeongguk says through a grin, and the wind seems to agree, as a big gust nearly knocks them off their feet.
Jeongguk laughs, sound getting blown away, tucked beneath tree roots, and sifted through leaves. Taehyung smiles down at him, just as wide and as glowing as ever, and Jeongguk presses a kiss right to his lips; an awkward clank of teeth that sends a lovely pang straight to his stomach.
The wind blows again. Jeongguk shudders, teeth sinking down on Taehyung's bottom lip, before he pulls away. A cold chill runs through him.
“Car now?” Taehyung asks.
“Yeah.”
Taehyung cranks on the heat, and forces Jeongguk to put his window up. They’re back on the road a moment later, headed in the direction of the park. The moon shines so pretty through the car windows, but with glass in the way, it doesn’t feel as crisp.
Jeongguk convinces Taehyung to put the passenger window down with a little, pleading pout.
Taehyung is whipped.
It's endearing.
The park’s a ten minute drive from the diner. It's barren, of course. No one in their right mind would come here so early, on a winter's day, nonetheless. Jeongguk thinks he's never been in his right mind, anyway. And besides, the place looks charming this way, painted in greens and dusky oranges and strawberry pinks.
There's this tree. It's old as can be, has been around for forever, and the branches are constantly snapping, falling heavy to the ground. Dangerous, maybe, that something dying can be so beautiful. Eloquent, in a way that nothing else in Jeongguk's life is. How should something so pretty, be so broken? A question that's always been wrapped around Jeongguk's heart.
Taehyung likes this tree. It's an extension of himself and it fits. It's barren now- leaves gone as winter takes its toll, but come summer time, the branches will be full again, blooming. It's best when they both lie beneath it, thick shade blocking out the harsh sun.
Now, with the sky an orangish-blue, it blocks out nothing. Jeongguk gets a mixture of clouds and stars as he sits beneath it, the ground cold under him. He thinks that he likes it better this way. With everything in view, the universe feels so infinite. Jeongguk wonders why, sometimes, he feels infinitely trapped.
Taehyung points the fob at their car, key dangling off of it, and hits the lock button once, twice, until the horn sounds. This part of Seoul is safe, anyway, but it's habit more than anything else. Taehyung is usually designated driver, more responsible in the sense that he doesn't forget things easy. A blessing and a curse, wrapped up in one.
“It's cold, fuck,” Jeongguk swears, because it's too quiet now that Taehyung has taken a seat beside him, frost on the grass seeping through the both of their jeans, melting against the denim.
“Get over here then,” Taehyung murmurs, opening his arms to Jeongguk.
Jeongguk is eager for warmth, so he slides across the cool ground, and curls against Taehyung's side. He radiates heat; is too stifling in bed at night, when they're both buried beneath duvets and mounds of pillows. Now, though, it's perfect. Much needed.
Jeongguk's minds wanders to nothing and everything all at once. From Taehyung's sound breathing, tickling his ear, to the eerie silence aside from the occasional gust of wind. He feels empty and full at the same time; a bit of lost and found, like soil under his fingernails as he plucks half-dead grass from the dirt.
“Don't like it here at night,” Taehyung says, honest, gaze flicking up to the sky. “It's too quiet.”
Jeongguk shrugs; he probably likes it better this way.
During the day, there are so many people here. It's one of the nicer parks in Seoul, so that's to be expected. It's not that the old lady who likes to paint them bothers him as much as it does flatters him, he just wishes she'd stop making his nose so big. Even worse are the children who zoom past them without a care in the world, kicking dirt all over their-
“You care too much,” Taehyung chides, knocking him out of his thoughts.
“Maybe you don't care enough.”
“Little things are just that, baby,” Taehyung smiles a little, leaning down to press a kiss to Jeongguk's temple. Soft, pink lips chilly against his skin, as his hands smooth up Jeongguk's arms, tugging him closer.
“You only say that because you love kids,” Jeongguk pouts.
“Ah, I knew you were thinking about them. If you would just join their game of tag once, they might stop running over here-”
“Yeah, right,” Jeongguk huffs, “They've got you whipped. Had you wrapped around their tiny fingers ever since you played hide and seek with them.”
“What can I say,” Taehyung muses, “I've got a soft spot for children. I just-”
“Want to be a father so bad, I know,” Jeongguk cuts him off with a little jab in the ribs. “You're too young for that, you know.”
“Too young for a lot of things,” Taehyung shrugs, pulling insistently at Jeongguk's arms, until he's seated in his lap, their chests pressed together. “Too young to be so in love.”
Jeongguk shakes his head, eyes sparkling as he looks at Taehyung; the fucking epitome of perfect. Messy, windswept hair, thick brows, pink lips. Attractive, in a casual sense. Fuck blue eyes; fuck green ones, too. Taehyung's are brown, and the way they gleam when the moonlight hits them just right is breathtaking.
“Stop staring,” he bites, swatting at Jeongguk's lower back, hand sliding up his t-shirt.
Goosebumps arise on Jeongguk's skin. He shudders at Taehyung's touch, and arches into it all at the same time. Habitual more than anything else; they're always touching, in the littlest ways. Pinkies linking, elbows brushing, legs tangled.
It's not unusual for either to miss the other’s touch often, when they're busy. School, work. Priorities.
“You're so damn pretty,” Jeongguk sighs, hands pressed to either side of Taehyung's neck, “'S unfair, you know.”
“I know,” Taehyung grins, wide smiles making Jeongguk's heart leap in his chest, “Too pretty for you.”
“Shut up,” Jeongguk hisses, as he flicks the side of Taehyung's neck. The older winces, and a smile grazes his own lips as he spots the red mark on his tanned skin.
“You know I'm just kidding,” Taehyung pouts.
He dips his head to press a kiss to Jeongguk's shoulder; first, over the thin fabric of his t-shirt, then, tugging the material down to leave one against his bare skin. A sharp sting follows- Taehyung's teeth- before he fixes the shirt over his shoulder again.
Pretty, pretty, and dangerous, too; Jeongguk is so in love he could live in it-- this little bubble he and Taehyung have created. A home, built of bright laughter, and Taehyung's fond eyes. Of hot breath, and wet kisses, and too soft hands. Their home, full of real happiness, and kisses that can last a heartbeat, or a thousand years. A forever home painted, first in Jeongguk's head, and then coming to life every morning when he wakes up to the sleepiest of smiles.
“I want to go home now,” Jeongguk says, head lolling forward, as his eyes drift shut. Their home- an apartment as of right now- is safe. Made together, containing bits of each of them.
He burrows his face in the crook of Taehyung's neck, cold nose grazing his skin, leaching up warmth.
“Thought you didn't want to be there,” Taehyung asks.
“Changed my mind.”
“Make up your mind, Jeon.”
“My mind keeps imagining you in bed, Kim,” Jeongguk teases, words muffled against Taehyung's skin, “In our bed.”
“Cuddling?”
“ God, yes,” Jeongguk chuckles, breathy, picking his head up.
“Well let's go, then.”
Taehyung taps his thighs, gets him to stand. Once he's steady on his feet, he extends a hand, and helps Taehyung up, too. They race to the car together, eager for the artificial heat it puts out.
“We are definitely going to get sick because of you,” Taehyung complains, climbing into the driver's seat. He starts up the engine, shaky hands fumbling with the heat, before he clicks on his seatbelt.
“A week in bed sounds fun, anyway,” Jeongguk shrugs, grinning as Taehyung speeds away from the park, towards their makeshift forever home. Closer and closer as the car roars down the highway.
“A week of schoolwork to catch up on,” Taehyung reminds, “That'd be brutal.”
“Little things are just that,” Jeongguk mimics, eyes twinkling when Taehyung shoots him a piercing glare.
Little things are just that; Jeongguk thinks Taehyung may have been on to something. Because the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes his life is only his when he gets to spend it with the man he loves. And the insignificant shit, like his parents being ignorant towards his relationship, and studying until 3am, attending class with messy hair and coffee in hand-- it’s just a tiny portion. Things to look back on, sure, but that doesn't necessarily mean they’re important.
What matters is the big stuff. Magnificent, he’d call it. Taehyung waking him up to pancakes, or sometimes just hastily made toast, when they’re both late for class. Coming home, showering together because it’s one thing to be close to Taehyung, and another to have his hands on him. Most of the time, in the most innocent way. Touching his skin, shampooing his hair, tapping the tip of his nose with his pointer finger, a smile on his perfect face.
It is these things that Jeongguk will hold close to heart; these precious things that will help him breathe, make him laugh, give him hope. Taehyung is a lot like a sort of light, always shining. Always something to look forward to, when the darkness feels too heavy.
“You build me up,” he says, to which Taehyung smiles a little-- confused, it seems, but happy nonetheless.
Jeongguk could say that the drive home takes too long, and that his eyes feel too heavy, but any time with Taehyung is time well spent; Jeongguk has always thought that. He wants to be close when they’re overwhelmed, close when they’re sleepy, close when they’re fighting. Being near him is easy. It’s warmth, and safety, and full of love. Taehyung is a beacon of that.
“Hey, you think, like, love is permanent?” Jeongguk asks, as they pull into the parking lot of their apartment complex.
It’s a loaded question, maybe, but people fall out of love so damn easy that it’s a valid one, too. Jeongguk’s seen it happen with friends, his own family-- his parents being a good example. He can’t foresee it happening with he and Taehyung, nor any of his other friends, but it’s possible. It’s possible, and that’s scary.
“Love is subjective,” Taehyung states, and Jeongguk rolls his eyes.
“It is, ” Taehyung insists, “I know you rolled your eyes- Jeongguk, seriously.”
The younger man laughs, unclicks his seatbelt as Taehyung parks the car. What a silly thing to say. Love, being open to a greater interpretation? Never. Love can’t be helped, it just happens. Comes out of nowhere, and sticks around when one least expects it to. But it’s sturdy; it’s not based on aesthetics. Emotions, and personality, sure, but it’s deeper than that. Certain.
Certain, but maybe not forever.
“Okay, alternate question,” Jeongguk states, voice slightly raised to be heard over the wind as they climb out of the car, “Are we permanent?”
The two of them run into the complex, hands linked though Jeongguk doesn’t remember when they even touched, and-
“Us, as in, like, mankind?” Taehyung asks, tugging Jeongguk up the stairs- the elevator is still broken and it’s annoying more than anything- but three floors is better than five or six or even seven. He feels bad for the couple sharing the penthouse-
“Or, us, like-- us. ”
Jeongguk huffs a sigh, and murmurs, “Us, like, you and I. Taehyung and Jeongguk. Do you think we’re permanent?”
Taehyung’s hands stutter as he unlocks the door to their apartment- when did their own hands even separate?- and he shrugs, but that’s not the answer Jeongguk is looking for. He wants- fuck, he doesn’t know. Maybe some validation. There’s always comfort in that.
“Love is supposed to be able to withstand anything, right?” He asks, tugging Jeongguk into their apartment, hands fisted in his t-shirt, “Isn’t that what all of those romance novels you read say?”
Jeongguk flushes, knocks Taehyung’s hands away because he doesn’t feel like being made fun of right now.
“Baby, baby,” Taehyung coos, head cocked to the side as his eyes do that thing-- the one where they flash with sadness, and then turn into a blank canvas, all within a second.
“You’re probably thinking too much,” he sighs, hand coming up to cup Jeongguk’s cheek, thumb grazing along his jawline, nice and soft.
“Probably,” Jeongguk admits, but maybe he just wants to hear Taehyung say something nice, and true. Something that rings from the heart. Maybe he’s asking for too much.
He’s being pulled to the bedroom before either of them say another word. It’s familiar, in the sense that after a long day of school, and work, and just existing in general, it is usually the first place they both seek shelter in. Something comforting about hastily made beds, and clothes strewn over chairs and cheap, stand up mirrors.
Taehyung makes quick work of his jeans, and gets him a pair of comfy pants. Sweet of him, to coddle Jeongguk when he’s feeling less than certain. It makes his heart full; sends his brain spiraling into a ring of, I love you I love you I love you, and it’s all very warm. Very safe.
“Jeonggukkie,” Taehyung breathes, settling down on the end of the bed, and gesturing for Jeongguk to sit in his lap.
The younger does, without hesitance.
“Baby, you know how, sometimes, when the sun rises and we’re both awake getting ready for class, you get excited and just- you just stop what you’re doing, and watch it from the big window?”
Jeongguk nods, though he’s not quite sure he understands where Taehyung is going with this. It’s more of a subconscious thing, anyway: the oranges and yellows and pinks of the sky just draw him in. He’s left in a trance, one leg in his jeans, half a shirt on, whatever. It calls him.
“Or how, when it snows, you actually drag me out of bed to look at it?”
“Yeah.” Jeongguk pouts, “Because it looks l-”
“Like infinity, I know, baby,” Taehyung finishes with a little smile, “You never explained to me what that meant when you first said it-” Jeongguk opens his mouth to speak, but Taehyung cuts him off with a little shake of his head, “-And you didn’t need to, because we both interpreted it as something beautiful.”
Jeongguk shifts to press his face in the crook of Taehyung’s neck. He releases a warm sigh there, against the other’s skin, and smiles when he shudders. His hands, smaller than Taehyung’s, but only just, slip under his shirt, and press against his chest. He can’t feel his heartbeat- probably isn’t focused enough- but he imagines he can, anyway, thumping right under the palms of his hands.
“What I’m trying to say here, Jeongguk,” he starts, snagging the other’s wrists, thumbing the tender skin there, “Is those things are permanent. The marks we make on each other-- they’re never going anywhere. Therefore, neither are we.”
“But if you leave -”
“Why would I do that?” Taehyung asks, head tilted in question.
Jeongguk frowns. “If you do-”
“Then I’ll have wasted something special,” he says.
“Special is-”
“Subjective, yes.” Taehyung smiles, “But, you typically trust my opinions, don’t you?”
Jeongguk smiles, all full, front teeth, and crinkled, sparkling eyes, and nods. Always.
“Then you’ve nothing to worry about, silly.”
The night feels hot, though it’s winter’s prime. Taehyung lets himself fall back against the bed, mattress dipping to support the both of their weight combined, as Jeongguk falls right back with him, laughing as Taehyung pokes at his sides. Chest to chest, he seems to be able to feel Taehyung’s heartbeat now, a pleasant thrum, perhaps a little too fast. Though, that could be his own.
They could sleep, but Taehyung’s legs are sort of half-bent, hanging off the end of the bed, and Jeongguk’s maybe a little too heavy to make himself comfortable on top of him, but that hasn’t stopped them before.
Most of all, his head is buzzing. A million things are on his mind- a web of shit he can’t quite decipher- but it all leads back to the same starting point. Despite how tangled his brain sometimes gets, Taehyung is as clear as day, and as certain as anything will most likely ever be.
“Don’t fall asleep,” he nudges his boyfriend’s side.
“‘M not,” Taehyung huffs, head lolling as his eyes flutter, just slightly.
“You are,” Jeongguk retorts with a fond smile, and then, “At least get on the bed properly, Christ.”
Taehyung whines but obeys, scooting up the mattress, taking Jeongguk with him. It’s a bit of a struggle- Jeongguk’s all muscle, definitely not easy to lug around- but Taehyung’s sleepy enough to try, anyway.
“It’s cold,” he complains, grabbing for the blankets.
“It’s hot,” Jeongguk retorts.
“It’s winter, ” the other reminds him, “Do we even have the heat turned on in here?”
Jeongguk shrugs, though Taehyung’s eyes are shut firmly, anyway. He reaches for a spare blanket at the foot of the bed, since they’re lying on the comforter, and tugs it over the both of them. It’s stifling, in his opinion, but that’s probably because his cheeks still hold a bit of flush from Taehyung’s earlier words.
“Stop being tired,” Jeongguk whines, which causes Taehyung to chuckle.
“How ‘bout you start being tired?”
“Anything I can do to keep you awake?”
“Whatever you do is going to knock me out right after, baby,” Taehyung assures him.
Jeongguk shrugs. “So long as it keeps you awake just a little while longer.”
Taehyung cracks open his eyes just a little, but there’s so much endearment behind his lids that Jeongguk forgets how to breathe for a second. His heart jumps, and his stomach swirls, and he’s gone. Just wants to see that fond look for the rest of his life.
“Can I?” He asks, fingers playing at the waistband of Taehyung’s sweats.
“Yeah,” the other breathes, hand instinctively running through Jeongguk’s hair, fingertips dripping reassurance.
It's easy after that; familiar, when he tugs Taehyung's sweats down mid-thigh. His boxers are nothing special- a dull gray- and Jeongguk slowly leans forward to cast his warm breath over the front of them. Taehyung's cock gives a visible twitch, and the younger smiles.
Both of them are covered in emotions thick as honey; pretty, golden yellow as the sun starts to rise. Jeongguk sees light creep up on the bed covers, tickling at the ends of Taehyung's fingers.
Jeongguk's tongue is warm, and precise, as it laps across the front of Taehyung's boxers. He leaves a wet splotch against the gray fabric as he sucks, Taehyung slowly hardening against his soft, pink lips. It's surreal, to work him up like this. To bring him to life, in a sense. Only he is allowed to do this, and he takes so much pride in it, too.
He flicks his tongue over the material one last time; tastes Taehyung through it, bitter on his tongue, and decides to get rid of the boxers all together. Taehyung eagerly shucks them down to his thighs, cock resting half hard against his stomach.
Jeongguk wraps one hand around him, calloused fingers working up Taehyung's shaft, and asks, “Can I suck you off?”
“Thought that's where this was headed, anyway?” Taehyung tilts his head in confusion.
“I kind of wanted to finger you, actually,” Jeongguk admits, cheeks flushed as he thumbs the top of Taehyung's cock, eliciting a hiss from the older man.
“You could do both,” Taehyung suggests, pushing up into the tight circle of Jeongguk's hand, hips stuttering as his wrist twists just right.
“I could,” Jeongguk agrees with a slow nod, and the conversation fades as he lets go of Taehyung to fumble in the drawer for lube.
A frustrated sigh puffs past Taehyung's mouth, and he grips himself tight, knows how he likes it, and strokes his cock evenly while Jeongguk searches. The action earns him a stern look from the other, but besides that, it goes unchallenged.
“Hurry,” Taehyung whines, though they've got all the time in the world. The sun says so, as it forms a golden halo around Taehyung's chestnut hair.
Lube in hand, Jeongguk swats Taehyung away, gently placing each wrist above his head. He grabs the headboard instinctively.
“Keep them here,” Jeongguk instructs. It's polite; not so much an order, as a request. Taehyung's got a bit of a challenge in his eyes, though.
He slicks up his fingers, wiggling them a bit to warm the liquid, before he's pressing his pointer bluntly against Taehyung's entrance, just to get a reaction out of him.
It works, as Taehyung jerks, hips jolting off the bed for a second, before Jeongguk leaves heart-shaped kisses against his hipbone to calm him down.
“Relax, angel,” Jeongguk coos, and Taehyung listens, always so pliant for him.
He presses in a single finger just as his other hand encloses around Taehyung's cock. He keeps his grip loose, palm smearing precome down his length, making the slide slick, and easy.
Taehyung takes him well, hips canting when Jeongguk presses his finger in just a little harder. His movements are ginger, still, but impatience settles quick in his bones as he adds a second to stretch Taehyung open.
“Guk,” Taehyung whimpers, hand flying down to wrap in Jeongguk's hair, and- Christ, he isn't even upset that the other didn't listen properly when he's looking at him like that , with eyes as big as suns.
“Your mouth,” he rasps, swallowing around a moan as Jeongguk crooks his fingers, pressing insistently against his inner walls, so close to the spot Taehyung wants them most, “Please, Gukkie, I want your mouth.”
And Jeongguk can't deny a request like that; can't deny Taehyung of anything, so he drops his head, and takes the tip of his cock into his mouth. Precome stains his tongue, makes him shudder, and he sucks at the head for just a second, before he's sinking down nearly all the way.
Taehyung lets out a long, rough moan, deep enough that Jeongguk feels the vibrations as he sucks him down further. It makes his own cock twitch; Taehyung's voice does wonders in working him up. He could get off from it alone, probably.
Jeongguk slips in a third finger, sliding right along Taehyung's prostate, and his hips jerk up so fast Jeongguk nearly chokes. His eyes swim with tears, and drool pools at the corners of his mouth, but he doesn't pull off.
“Baby,” Taehyung gasps from above him, “Baby, look at me,” he tugs sharply at his hair.
Jeongguk's eyes snap up, gaze fuzzy as he stares at Taehyung through a haze of tears, and hums around his cock in question.
Taehyung shakes, a whole mess as Jeongguk's fingertips press magic into his prostate, and he gathers just enough breath to say, “Be a good boy and let me fuck your mouth, okay Gukkie?”
Jeongguk's heart leaps in his chest, and he whines around Taehyung's length, nodding as best he can. His eyes flutter closed just the slightest when Taehyung rocks into his mouth, nice and slow, thick cock dragging along his tongue.
It doesn't take much more for Taehyung to come. His eyes go glassy when he sees Jeongguk careening into the bed, quaking with each drag of his hips against the mattress. A sort of soft light takes over, if only for a second, as Taehyung's pretty fingers tighten in Jeongguk's hair, and his body tenses up.
He finishes with a drawn-out moan, close enough to Jeongguk's name to feel like home, and a small, satisfied sigh.
Jeongguk swallows, careful not to let anything spill from his mouth, and makes a show of wiping the tears from his cheeks. Taehyung has always said he likes him messy, and even more so, broken.
“Your turn,” Taehyung whispers, giving Jeongguk’s arm a little tug.
He scoots up Taehyung's lithe body, hands balanced on his chest, and eagerly shucks his sweats and boxers down to get his cock out. He's achingly hard now, cheeks flushed a deep pink, and precome pooling at the head of his length.
Taehyung reaches out, a playful smile adorning his face, and thumbs at Jeongguk's cock, thumbing at the slit. The younger is so close already that the action makes him shake down to his very core.
“Please,” he begs.
“Please what?” Taehyung teases, eyes glinting, partially squinted to block out the sun that has just risen fully in the sky. Pretty, tanned skin is all Jeongguk cares to see right now, though. Sunrises will come and go. Taehyung is forever.
“Please touch me,” he whines, a little too sleepy to be playing this sort of game. Lucky for him, Taehyung is a sucker for his pout, and relents rather quickly.
A big hand wraps around his cock, and the pace he sets is brutal; Jeongguk's back arches almost painfully, and he lurches forward, barely able to keep himself upright.
“You're going to come on my face,” Taehyung instructs, “Okay, baby?”
And all Jeongguk can do is nod fast, fingers balling fists into Taehyung's t-shirt as tight, hot heat gathers in his stomach. His vision goes from blurry, to black, to explosive white, and he cries out, trembling hard.
The Earth feels as if it stutters on its axis when he comes. He closes his eyes throughout most of it, and misses the way his come lands in pretty ribbons across Taehyung's face. But it's still in place when he finally gathers the energy to look, and Taehyung has never been more beautiful as he swipes a bit off his plush, bottom lip with the tip of his tongue.
Moving after that almost seems impossible, but Jeongguk is a good boyfriend, and a man in love, so he dredges off to the bathroom to get a washcloth. Cleaning Taehyung's face is a little saddening, but he prefers him like this, maybe, when the sun dances off his radiant skin so perfectly. An array of its rays sparkle in Taehyung's eyes; a light show, just for Jeongguk.
He crawls into bed, cold, all of a sudden, as winter comes back to him. Taehyung seems to notice him shudder, and pulls him against his side, safe, and warm, and sure. Always.
He wasn’t tired when they lied down at first, but it sort of hits him all at once when Taehyung presses this sleepy kiss to his forehead, and whispers, “Goodnight, Guk.” His words are like magic or something.
And he’s out before he knows it, Taehyung’s breath softly curling against the shell of his ear, lulling him to sleep entirely.