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He really never intended for it to become a thing. He has just always liked the feel of different textures and more unique looks within fashion overall. He’s never wanted to be like anybody else, and with the rest of the boys stripped down to cotton boxers or sweats to sleep in at night, matching silk sets seemed to be the logical way to go. It makes perfect sense to Taehyung, because then nobody will be wearing his pajamas and claiming that they’re not his.
And what is there to not love about them? They’re silk which means they’re light, smooth, and comfy. He used to sleep naked, because nothing was ever quite soft enough for his tastes, so this doesn't feel that much different. It’s just a simple layer of clothing that will keep Namjoon from screaming when he walks in without knocking again or Jimin from grumbling about his so called lack of qualms (doesn't keep him from air drying after the shower though).
Plus! He still doesn't have to wear underwear!
That’s kind of how Taehyung figured out that he has a thing in the first place. It just so happens that silk feels really, really good against his dick, which is why it’s years later, and he’s still pressing fingers over his mouth just as a whine begins to slip, bare foot sliding up the sheets to press his thighs close. By this point, the pants are just a hindrance, so he kicks them off, hurriedly moving to press his free hand over the bulge in his matching black panties.
Once the shame of discovery wore away and he began getting himself off regularly in silk pjs, he had finally decided one day that it’d be much easier to ruin a pair of underwear with his cum rather than his favorite nightwear. Barely grinding against the weight of his palm, big cock restricted just enough so that it’s barely peeking out the top, Taehyung is more than glad he’s moved on to better ideas.
“Oh f-fuck,” he whimpers, dialect sounding thick in his ears as his other hand now twists at his nipple.
At the touch, his chest gives a heave beneath the vertical black and white stripes of his top. He’s barely even gotten started but he can already feel sweat beading beneath the platinum blond hair sitting past his nape. The new color, he likes a lot, and despite the shit that he’s gotten for it, Taehyung likes the length even better. He knows that Jeongguk does too, especially since he’s more than made that a known fact, both beyond and behind closed doors.
He really likes the way that Jeongguk tugs on it the most, their shared kink for hair pulling, whether it’s giving or receiving, making him feel needy at the thought. Taehyung’s bottom lip juts out sulky, because he has a love-hate relationship with this particular feeling. Love, because the feeling of going under is akin to being underwater, where everything feels so unbelievably heavy, yet he is so weightless, himself, that it’s like he’s floating at the same time.
Guk always makes it feel good, knows how to press the right buttons to make him cry for reasons that his mind can’t even begin to work out because he’s so damn deep.
“Yes, yes,” he moans out a little louder, fighting back the will to turn over and grind into his favorite pillow, British flag design as flashy as a neon sign at his side.
And hate, because he can never quite slip just right on his own, never even knew he could at all until Jeongguk helped him to achieve it back when they had no idea what to do or what was even happening. Taehyung’s an independent person by nature, able to do so much on his own, so that part of him still loathes the fact that he can’t turn himself on as good with his own hand as the younger can with a few simple words alone.
He arches his back, can feel the pressure he puts on the broad width of his shoulders, so that he can squeeze at the bottom of his ass. The panties don’t cover much of his cheeks either, and they can come undone, pretty strings of ribbon tied into bows at his sides. They’re cute without being pink, a color he adamantly refuses to buy no matter how good he’s been told that it looks on him. He doesn’t need pink to look like the doll he is.
He’s blushing, rosy hue burning over his face as he continues to slide his hands over himself. Pushes up his shirt to pinch at his nipples only to leave it so he can tease at the crinkled edges of his bottoms. Taehyung manages to breathe soft and controlled as he taps gentle over the tip of his cock every now and then, skims along where the vein pulses with every shudder that wracks down his spine.
A sudden knock at his door has his eyes widening. He rushes to sit up, heart pounding against his chest, and smooths the shirt down over his lap. He keeps his hands there, fingers tangled over his thighs, and looks expectedly towards the opening door.
“Tae?”
He doesn’t have to wait anymore.
“Yeah?” He mumbles in return, watching Jeongguk shut the door behind him, the lock sounding with a click right after.
The hair color still shocks him, a fading raspberry red that Jeongguk had been extremely reluctant to get. It’s beautiful though, especially against the tanness of his skin, where it lays flat over his forehead. His typical plain white tee is still stuck to his chest and his sweats have a few small holes in them. Even after having come from some late freestyle practice with Hoseok and Jimin, he still somehow looks unfairly attractive. The smirk that his lips slide into at the sight of Taehyung show that he knows it, too.
“Hi, baby,” he murmurs, slowly drawing closer to the bed, which is fucking predator like, yet undeniably sexy, all at the same time if you ask Taehyung.
He fidgets with a soft, “Hi.”
The older isn’t looking up anymore, gaze having slid down to stare at his clasped hands, pout once more on his face. It’s Jeongguk’s touch, pads of his fingers nudging at his chin, that makes him look up, although he really doesn't want to at all.
Jeongguk’s eyes are round and searching, and Taehyung’s teased him plenty of times that he can see secrets with how large they are. It isn’t too far off from the truth. He gets Taehyung, knows him like the back of his hand without even trying.
“I’m sorry I got back so late.” He pauses, head tilting slightly and voice dropping low. “Were you being good while I was gone?”
Taehyung hates that his bottom lip just droops down further. Jeongguk just fucking apologized, and yet, he’s being a brat; he just can’t help it.
“Baby,” the younger urges him for an answer, thumbing over his lip gently as if he’s trying to push it back into place.
“I tried.”
He wrings his hands even tighter, because he really did try. He did.
“You tried?”
Taehyung hums, trying not to look Jeongguk in the eyes.
“What did you do while I was gone?”
And there it is, that tone of near disappointment that makes his stomach dip and his eyes burn.
“Touched myself,” he whispers, ashamed, and Jeongguk chuckles, obviously unsurprised with how debauched the other had looked when he came in.
His hand slips away from Taehyung’s chin, resting over the side of his neck instead.
“Did you cum?” He questions with a small tug to the hair that’s long enough to reach his fingers.
He expects an answers, Taehyung knows that and so he breathes out slowly until there’s another gentle pull of his hair.
“No, but--” He watches as Jeongguk’s sharp eyebrow arches at that word, waiting. “I wanted to, so so bad.”
Jeongguk’s lips spread into a grin, bunny teeth on display for mere seconds, and then it’s closed and he’s pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“That’s so good,” he says to which Taehyung trembles. “I’m proud of you, darling, y'know that?”
He nods at the praise, no longer pouting with the way the younger keeps peppering kisses over his face. They’re quick, little pecks that tickle enough to make Taehyung giggle. He unfolds his hands, one coming up to grasp at Jeongguk’s chest rather than his neck, knows that no matter what he wants right now, he isn’t the one in charge.
“Do you know what good dolls get, Taehyung?”
He doesn't answer, simply nuzzles happily against Jeongguk’s own face, their big noses brushing. Jeongguk laughs at the display, laying a knee onto the bed so that the angle is no longer so uncomfortable.
“They get rewards,” he states, a hand coming to cover the one Taehyung has on his chest. His touch is more calloused, palm a bit rougher, but fingers also shorter and stockier, the tips not reaching as far as Taehyung’s do. “And you’ve earned one, Tae.”
He beams at that, with a big, rectangular smile and closed, crescent eyes. Everybody likes being rewarded, especially for good behavior, and since, Jeongguk says that Taehyung was good enough to get one, he is more than eager to receive. Jeongguk kisses him fully on the lips, and he melts into it, broad shoulders slumping and body going slack. He whines when it doesn't progress further, and teeth nip at the swell of his lips before retreating.
“Lay back for me okay, I wanna see how pretty you look.”
It would be a lie to say that Taehyung doesn't scramble to obey, because he does. He nearly headbutts Jeongguk in the process, flinging his body back without preamble and stretching out the numbness in his long legs. The sensation of blood rushing back to his feet makes him feel fuzzy all over. There’s butterflies fluttering inside his stomach too when he glances up to see the way Jeongguk is looking at him.
Those big eyes are dark, trailing from bottom to top. There’s a jilted pause halfway as he takes in the silk bottoms that Taehyung is wearing, peeking out beneath the shirt. Then they’re moving up to rest on his face, long lashes fluttering eagerly in wait and blond hair laid out like a half-formed halo on the pillow. Taehyung is beautiful, plain and simple; Jeongguk doesn't need any sort of chart to tell him that he has the most handsome man in the world displayed beneath him.
Besides, they haven't seen him like this.
“If you want, we should try lace sometime.”
Taehyung’s eyes go round at that.
“Lace what?”
Jeongguk’s taking his shirt off as he answers, voice muffled as it’s dragged over his face, “Panties. They’d look nice on you.”
For some reason, that's a thought that Taehyung’s never had. Silk made sense. He liked silk and so did his dick, so he bought silk underwear. Lace though?
“I, y-yeah,” it comes out unsure, because he is, doesn't know what to think about it and he might be a little distracted by the now bared six-pack anyway. “We could try that, maybe.”
“I’d like that.”
And he smiles that same crooked line that he had when he came in. It makes Taehyung’s cock jump, still very much horny after all this time. He can’t help that he really likes to please Jeongguk.
Things pick up after that, from a snail’s pace to something that Taehyung doesn’t know if he can keep up with. There’s kisses and light bites trailed up from his thighs to his collarbones. They’re harder on his chest where Jeongguk had pulled the buttons free, shirt only hanging on by its sleeves now. His nipples are hard and hurting by the time the younger is done prodding at them, and then he’s sucking marks across Taehyung’s stomach where nobody, aside from the other members and a few stylists, will see.
It’s not only a claim, leaving splotches of red over the softness of his baby tum, but also appreciation. He adores Taehyung’s slight chub as much as Taehyung drools and envies over the hard lines stretched across his own body. It’s obviously win-win for them both.
It’s when Jeongguk finally lays a messy kiss across the fabric where his cock is throbbing to get out that Taehyung moans, completely unabashed.
“Jeongguk, fuck.” He mouths at it, the silk getting wet, and works at unraveling the bows keeping them on and tight. “That’s--Please.”
“Please what?”
“Touch me, Guk. Please, I want it so bad,” the blond pleads.
He can’t even feel embarrassed. He thinks he should be, because he is the older one of the two, should be the person doing the taking care of, but he’s not. In the bedroom, they’ve learned what they like and this is it. No matter how much it makes him squirm, Taehyung loves to be the one begging, especially when it earns him Jeongguk’s compliance like it does now.
“Where at?” He asks as if he doesn't know when he’s already sliding the panties off of Taehyung and pulling him up to situate him properly, placing slender legs straddled over his own as the other continues laying.
“There?” He presses against the indent near Taehyung’s hipbone. “Or here?” Jeongguk, already bent over him, lays a kiss close to his freed cock, and Taehyung instantly tightens a hand in the sheets to avoid grabbing at the younger’s hair. His hips still jump when he kisses him again, this one even closer, and Jeongguk’s hand pushes to keep his waist down.
He doesn’t want to close his eyes, but it’s a lot, having Jeongguk between his legs, mouth so near to where he wants it, and eyes burning as they stare at him, still waiting for his answer.
“Right there,” he whispers and caves completely. “ Hyung .”
Jeongguk’s mouth is on him almost immediately, fingers wrapped tight around Taehyung’s hips as he moans. It’s hot and wet inside, Jeongguk’s lips working around him with easy familiarity. He sucks him down so eagerly and Taehyung can do nothing but writhe. His thighs shake over the other’s and his hips twitch beneath the unmoving weight of his palms.
He twists harder at the sheets with a moan of, “Hyung, Gukkie hyung, your fucking fingers,” just as the younger stops sucking him off long enough to grab for the lube and slide off his pants. He babbles for more at the sight of his cock, turning over on his hands and knees. He’s only mildly disappointed that he can’t see the flush over Jeongguk’s cheeks or how swollen his lips have gotten.
He couldn’t care less though when there’s a quick nip on his ass followed by the hot swipe of a tongue between his cheeks. It feels good enough to make him tremble and almost fall to his elbows.
Taehyung adores being rimmed.
“Is this okay, baby?” The younger breathes, sweaty palm squeezing over the back of his thigh. Taehyung nods against the pillow, but nothing happens. “C’mon, use your words, Tae. I need to know that you’re fine with this.”
A whine trips its way out of his throat, because he doesn't want to speak.
“Y-Yes,” his voice hitches desperately when Jeongguk just barely nudges closer. “Y-You know I want it, Guk.”
“I do, honey, I do--Just needed to make sure,” he says before diving right back in. It’s wet, so wet and messy and rushed as Jeongguk works him open with just his tongue. His nose keeps dragging against his skin and his tongue keeps lapping and prodding until he finally gets it in, and Taehyung cries. He’s not sobbing, not that far gone yet, but he can feel tears building up in his eyes and the quiver of his lips.
He just loves it, this feeling of just being catered to and loved and praised as the younger uses a slicked up thumb to hold him open and get even deeper, mumbling about how beautiful he is, how good he tastes. He clenches around him occasionally, can’t help it, and shudders out moans he knows are way too loud.
Even the new place doesn't have bedroom walls thick enough to hide what they’re doing. They're just lucky Yoongi’s room is the furthest from Tae’s (read: their’s). It might be a good thing that they don’t get to do this enough, typically never in the dorm long enough to fuck, let alone, take their time with it. Besides, this a reward, Taehyung thinks, for not just him but them both.
Jeongguk is giving, so fucking giving as he urges the older to roll his hips back into his face. Maybe--Maybe, this is his reward, a little bit of control that he’s never sure what to do with. He knows how to move his body just fine, normally , but it’s completely different when he’s got Jeongguk’s spit sliding down his taint and fingers pressing inside of him butter smooth.
“Tae baby.” He hangs his head with a curse at how strong that Busan accent is when he speaks now, and drops shakily to his elbows. “Want you to fuck yourself on my fingers, take what you want from hyung.” So he does, he pushes back to meet the twist of his hand, fingers scissoring to spread him open for his cock. Taehyung can feel it every now and then, rolling far enough for the other’s dick to keep pressing against his thigh.
Jeongguk wants him, wants to be inside of him, and Taehyung cries out for it the second he jabs hard at his prostate. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” he rambles, actually crying now, tears soaking the pillow he’s pretty much drooling into.
There’s no condom when Jeongguk’s fingers pull out to finally be replaced by his cock. It’s throbbing and hard, only the tip is in and Taehyung is fucking sobbing for it. The push is slow, because Taehyung is tight, always tight after having gone without. Jeongguk is hushing him quietly, even as he strains to hold back his own groans. Once he’s pressed in completely, he’s helping Taehyung to sit high on his knees, back to chest and close enough to kiss.
Somewhere between the slide of their lips, Taehyung’s top is pulled off, and it’s just skin against skin. The first, several thrusts are gentle and deep, Jeongguk keeping him in place with his hands. It’s so deep, he slips out a couple times on the way back, and Taehyung whines needy at the sudden feeling of emptiness. He gets hushed when the pace quickens, and there’s the snap of hips and balls slapping against him.
Jeongguk sees it the moment it happens.
Taehyung’s falling forward to grasp at the head board when he pulls him by the back of his hair to stop him, and his eyes glaze over instantly. It’s a hard enough tug to bring him against him again, slumped and moaning softly in his hold.
“That’s it, baby.” Subspace looks good on him, head fallen to cradle itself on Jeongguk’s shoulder, lashes wet and eyes open to just stare at the ceiling. “God, you’re so perfect, so perfect for me.” His pretty lips are parted, whimpering out sounds that drive Jeongguk crazy. He’s sweating more than he usually does, body worked into overdrive as he thrusts into Taehyung with everything he’s got.
They're a beautiful picture, the two of them.
Jeongguk pants and groans, an arm wrapped around the other’s small waist and a hand moving from his stomach to his chest. There are hickies along Taehyung’s body that look like they hurt, purpling blossoms over honey gold and Jeongguk basks in this euphoria.
It’s over soon, Jeongguk moving to work a hand over Taehyung and continuing to fuck into him after he cums. He spills inside of him just how Taehyung likes and kisses his neck and shoulders as they shake through the overstimulation. His hips keep jerking until they eventually come to a slow, stuttering stop, and he just breathes.
Taehyung comes to when only his ghost light is on, Yeontan is back in the room, and Jeongguk is sliding into the bed to cuddle him. The latter is the little spoon, and Taehyung is grateful that he understands his need to cling, especially after sex like that. It took awhile, his trembling and crying out for his hyung not dying down until Jeongguk had held him close and helped to clean both him and the bed up. Those moments are always so fuzzy and colorful and warm, like a daydream he smiles about the second that he finds himself well...more awake?
“Thank you,” he whispers, nuzzling the back of Jeongguk’s neck, where he can see the red trails of dried sweat left by the dye. “For taking care of me so well.”
“I--Well, you know I want to,” he stutters out, and Taehyung smiles at the embarrassed blush that sweeps over Jeongguk’s cheeks. He cuddles into him closer, draping a bare leg over the younger’s.
“Ah, my sweet Jeonggukie, yes, but you always do so good,” he teases. “Especially when you do that one thing and then let me call you hy--”
He’s cut off with an, “I love you, but please don’t. Jimin's cheeky ass seriously just fucking called me hyung when I was getting us fresh sheets and I want to die.”
Taehyung cackles mercilessly, head thrown back and fingers (un)intentionally squeezing hard around Jeongguk’s firm biceps.
“He kinkshamed you,” he hollers and Jeongguk starts to squirm away in all his muscular, naked glory.
“Oh no, you get back here, hyung,” Jeongguk shivers more than he tries to get away this time, because it will always be different with Taehyung. “I promise I won't let my soulmate bully you anymore.”
The other simply huffs, and Taehyung grins when he allows him to cling close once again.
“Oh, and for the record, I love you too.”