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Everything was hazy; the gauzy feelings of his fingertips, the fog settled in his head, the details of the stark white room that were beginning to emerge through the window of his half-lidded eyes. He didn’t know where he was, or quite who he was, but he felt no urgency to find out. All he knew was that he couldn’t curl his toes. Did he have toes?

A vague sense of alarm filled him at that. He must’ve had toes at some point if he tried to curl them. Where were they now?

Beep.

The sound increased in rate, hovering in his ear like a...like a...He couldn’t remember what it was called.

Another sound reached his ears, but he couldn’t see the source. Then again, he didn’t try very hard, too occupied with his nonexistent toes to turn his head.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to turn to see the person...no angel gazing down at him in amusement. Golden, sun-kissed skin, regal dark brows, a heart-stuttering mole enhancing an already perfect, straight nose, and beautiful full pink lips.

“Am I...am I dead?” he managed to mumble, mouth feeling stuffed full of cotton balls.

The angel’s warm brown eyes filled with concern. “No, not even close. Are you asking because you’re experiencing pain or discomfort?” His voice was like black velvet, the crests of midnight ocean waves, smooth and deep.

He tried to shake his head, but found everything felt fuzzier when he did. “No. Just…” He reached a tentative hand up, waving around the ring of industrial lighting circling the angel’s chocolate brown hair. “Your halo is kinda cyberpunk.”

Chuckling, the angel gently grasped his wrist, lowering his arm back to its place by his side. Even his hands were pretty; long, delicate pianist’s fingers that seemed to pass through some of the haze.

“Do you mind if I sit down and ask you a few questions?”

It took a moment, but he got his mouth into a lopsided grin. “Be my guest, angel.”

The angel must’ve found a chair somewhere, because the next moment he was seated and smoothing out his long white coat. A...what was it? Oh, right! A clipboard was in his pretty hands.

“Can you tell me your name?” the angel prompted him from his satisfaction with his own impeccable intellect.

“Uh…” He examined the backs of his hands, like it would be written across his knuckles. He couldn’t remember. What if the angel didn’t take him to heaven with him because he didn’t remember his name? Panicking, he looked around the room for inspiration. “Blanket.” His fingers clenched around the baby-blue quilt across his lap as he spoke.

The angel arched an eyebrow, lips curved in a half-smile. “They weren’t kidding about a strong dose, huh?” he seemed to murmur more to himself. “Your name is Jeon Jeongguk,” he said louder, still smiling. 

A distant sense of familiarity swept through him at what was supposedly his name. Jeongguk. Right.

“Great. Do I get to know yours?” The words came a little easier this time, which was a good thing. If he wanted to make this angel his by the time they got to heaven, he’d need to be a little wordier. He got the feeling that the angel was smart, too smart for him. He was wearing a white lab coat, after all, which everyone knows signifies intelligence.

The angel stifled another laugh. “You can call me Doctor Kim.”

He -Jeongguk- frowned.

“You’re a doctor?”

“Yes, Jeongguk,” Doctor Kim replied patiently.

“Woah, I didn’t know angels went to medical school,” Jeongguk said in disbelief. “I mean, I guess it makes sense. Easiest place to perform miracles. But still, that’s a lotta effort for an angel. Like...wow. Commitment. Couldn’t be me.”

Apparently the angel didn’t take to the compliment, because he moved on. Oh well, he’d just have to try harder.

“Do you remember why you’re here, Jeongguk?”

He attempted another toe wiggle. Nothing. Jeongguk had grown extremely worried now, and he glanced up at Doctor Kim with complete seriousness.

“Space goblin stole my toes.”

Another slip of laughter escaped the angel, but he did his best to compose himself. “No, b-” A gleam of mischief appeared in his eyes. “No, Jeongguk, your toes are right here.” He pulled the blanket back just long enough for Jeongguk to peer over his stomach and see that he did, in fact, have toes. They were right there in front of his eyes, and yet,

“They’re not mine. I can’t feel them.”

Doctor Kim sighed, tucking the blanket back around Jeongguk. “You can’t feel them because you just underwent a knee arthroscopy. The lower half of your body has been numbed to ensure you didn’t feel any pain during and after the procedure.”

“Oh…” Jeongguk probably would’ve felt stupid under normal circumstances, but he just felt pleasantly floaty. “Were you the one to perform the surgery, angel?”

“Mhm. Everything went quite well, although, due to your naturally high metabolism, your blood stream cycled through your first dose of general anesthesia rather quickly. We did have to give you a second, stronger dose which explains the memory loss you’re experiencing now.”

Jeongguk nodded to himself. So he wasn’t on his way to heaven. But that didn’t make the beauty to his right any less ethereal. “Huh. That makes sense. I’d definitely remember an angel offering to give me surgery.”

“You should regain full cognition within the next few hours,” Doctor Kim pressed on with a roll of his eyes. “I advise you get some sleep in the meantime.”

Jeongguk gaped at him. “How can I sleep when I know my time with you is limited? What if I wake up and you’re not there? How will I cope?”

“You’ll cope just fine. I do have other patients, Jeongguk.”

“I bet none of them are as handsome as me,” he quipped, desperately trying to get the angel to stay.

Shaking his head, Doctor Kim got to his feet. “You shouldn’t feel any discomfort due to the painkillers currently running through your IV drip, but if you need anything, please press that call button,” he said, indicating a silver button to Jeongguk’s left. “I’ll be back to check on you in an hour. Try and get some rest.”

Not above sacrificing his pride, Jeongguk whined, “But what if I get lonely?”

“It’s hard to be lonely when you’re asleep,” Doctor Kim pointed out.

“I’d miss seeing your face even in my sleep.”

The angel’s golden cheeks tinged with rose at that. Victory.

“I’ll be back in an hour,” he reaffirmed, giving Jeongguk an oddly fond glance as he left the room.

So clearly his flirting game wasn’t the problem. It had to be something else. And he had an hour to figure out what that thing was before he could try winning the angel’s heart again.

Unfortunately, there appeared to be a tiny bit of sedative in his painkillers, and soon enough, Jeongguk had been knocked out cold again.

~*~*~

The sound of his door opening and closing finally roused him, and he woke feeling groggy. His body felt sore from laying in the same position for so long. At least his limbs weren’t numb anymore.

“Angel?” he called out sleepily, too heavy to open his eyes. “That you?”

“It’s me,” that unmistakable honey voice confirmed softly from the other side of the room. “How are you feeling?”

Jeongguk took a moment to answer. How was he feeling? Sore, obviously. And the tip of his right kneecap ached in particular. And…

“I can feel my toes!” he exclaimed triumphantly, words slurring as his eyes snapped open. Doctor Kim had crossed around the bed, consulting the monitor hooked up to Jeongguk. He smiled indulgently at his clipboard. He had the most beautiful smile. Bright, wide, and so gorgeously unique.

But all he said was, “I’m very happy for you. How is your knee feeling?”

Jeongguk’s knee gave a sudden throb at that, pulling a sharp inhale through his teeth. “Hurts,” he admitted, although he didn’t want to sound weak in front of his angel.

Doctor Kim finally looked up at him, concern filling his pretty dark eyes. “Scale from one to ten? One being just barely, ten being excruciating?”

“I’m not a kid,” Jeongguk huffed. “It’s fine.”

Arching an eyebrow, Doctor Kim replied, “And I’m an orthopaedic surgeon, not a pediatrician, yet you’re acting like a ten-year-old. Give me a number.” 

How did he manage to look ten times more stunning when he was annoyed? He could stand there and insult Jeongguk for days, and he had a feeling he’d be happy enough just to hear the sound of his voice.

Still, Jeongguk knew himself to be stubborn. Or at least, he thought he did.

“No. I’m fine.”

Doctor Kim crossed his arms, clipboard tucked. “Jeongguk. I’m not playing this game to-” He cut himself off, glancing at the ground. “I just need to know how much pain you’re in so I can adjust your medication accordingly.”

His tone stirred a strong sense of recognition in him. He knew that tone, had a suspicion that he heard it a lot.

“Have we played other games? On other days?” Jeongguk asked, wholeheartedly confused by the implications of his statement.

Doctor Kim bit his plump bottom lip, turning back to the monitor. “No. Slip of the tongue. Sorry. It’s been a long day.”

Guilt swept through him. He was making his angel’s day harder. “Four.”

“For what?”

“No, like four. Like the number four. My knee pain.”

“Oh. Thank you. I’m going to increase your dosage a little, if you’re alright with that?”

Jeongguk tilted his bed up into a sitting position. “I trust your professional opinion. Drug me up, doc.”

“That’s the last thing you need,” Doctor Kim muttered in exasperation. “I’ve never met a bloodstream so attached to anesthesia. Are you drinking water?”

He swallowed and quickly reached for the glass of water beside his bed.

“I’m going to take that as a no,” he decided. “Make sure to drink lots of water. I’d like to dilute the painkillers and everything else in your system as soon as possible.”

Frowning, Jeongguk attempted the impossible. Math.

“So, wait. More painkillers, but you want to…” He took a second to remember the word. “...to dilute them?”

“In the simplest of terms, yes.”

“Uh, forgive me for being dumb, I try not to make a fool out of myself in front of beautiful people, but why?”

If he wasn’t mistaken, a pretty pink rose to tint Doctor Kim’s cheeks again. “It’s- um, it’s so we don’t shock your system. Better to use a little more and water it down than using less, but sending it unaided into the bloodstream. If- If that makes sense.”

Everything about him felt familiar. His blush, his stutters, his cute little angry voice.

“We know each other,” Jeongguk insisted, absolutely sure of it.

Doctor Kim tilted his head inquisitively. “Do we?”

Jeongguk nodded, neck still aching. “What’s your first name, angel?”

A coy smile toyed at his doctor’s lips. “If you’re so certain we know each other, why don’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know!” Jeongguk burst out, frustrated with his situation. He was positive. They had to know each other. But his stupid foggy head wouldn’t let him pull up any details. He couldn’t remember his parents’ names, or his friends. Did he have friends? He remembered words, though, so at least he had that much going for him. “Oh my god, wait.”

Doctor Kim’s eyes went wide in surprise. “Yes?”

“I have a dog,” he marvelled. “He’s white. He’s cute.” Jeongguk could see him, too. His curly fur, his damp little nose. “I don’t remember his name, though,” he sighed, disappointed. Tiredness was threatening to overtake him, too, but he tried to fight it off with excitement.

Suppressing a chuckle, Doctor Kim informed him, “You have two dogs, Jeongguk. They live at your parents’”

He gaped at him. “How do you know that?” He didn’t even know he had two dogs.

Doctor Kim shrugged. “Figure it out.”

Trying to fight back a yawn, Jeongguk mumbled, “I’m dumb.”

He perched on the edge of Jeongguk’s bed, eyes softening. “Trust me, Jeongguk, you’re not dumb. You’re one of the smartest people I know. Right now, you’re just heavily medicated after having undergone knee surgery. You have an excuse not to be on the top of your game.”

Jeongguk could only stare at him, absorbing every inch of his face, from his large, cat-like eyes to his straight nose to his pink full lips. And his nose mole, cheek mole, and lip mole. Jeongguk would trace them if he ever had the chance.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered in awe.

Doctor Kim shook his head, voice surprisingly shy as he said, “And you need to get back to bed, mister.”

He wanted to stay in this place forever, vision only ever graced by this beauty of this man.

“You can’t make me.”

“Well, I could, but I’m not going to. Your body needs the sleep anyways, it’ll get it whether you want it to or not.” Doctor Kim got to his feet, quickly checking his clipboard. “I have a tendonitis patient that requires my attention. Get some more rest.”

Jeongguk could feel drowsiness seeping into his veins, coaxing his eyelids into sleepy submission. But still, he reached out, catching Doctor Kim’s wrist.

“You’ll be back, right?”

His doctor smiled, eyes shining as he gently pried Jeongguk’s fingers from him. “Of course. Sleep well.”

Jeongguk nodded, arm falling back into place beside him. He felt his bed being lowered back down, but didn’t open his eyes, too comfortable in the warm embrace of darkness and his angel’s velvet voice.

~*~*~

“Rise and shine, sweetheart!” His door opened and shut abruptly, but it wasn’t enough to shake the dregs of sleep from Jeongguk.

Hopeful, however, he tentatively called out, “Angel?”

A quiet snicker filled the room. “No, Jeongguk. Just your nurse.”

That high-pitched pixie voice definitely didn’t belong to his velvet angel.

“Go away,” he mumbled. “Wanna sleep until he comes back.”

“He sent me, dumbass.”

Well that was entirely unprofessional. Cracking his eyes half-open, Jeongguk turned his head, squinting at the blonde curly-haired elf beside his bed, dressed in dull blue scrubs and a white undershirt.

“Who are you to call me a dumbass?” He tried to sound threatening, but the question came out more like a whiny complaint.

The nurse blinked, and then burst out laughing. “Oh my god, he wasn’t kidding.”

Jeongguk perked up at that, elevating his bed so he could sit. “He? Doctor Kim?”

Doctor Kim, his nurse mouthed in gleeful disbelief.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Doctor Kim sent me. I’m Nurse Park. You can call me Jimin-hyung, though.”

Jeongguk didn’t care about his name. He crossed his arms, accusing, “You called me a dumbass. We better be friends, or else I’m gonna be mad.”

Jimin shook his head, muttering something along the lines of, “Idiot.” Then he straightened up, informing Jeongguk, “We are friends. Have been since you started dating Tae- er, a mutual friend of ours. I’m two years older than you,” he added helpfully. “I was born in Busan first.”

Jeongguk’s eyes went wide. “I’m dating someone? Shit, now I feel bad for flirting with Doctor Kim. Where’s my boyfriend? Girlfriend? Although I’d be kinda shocked if it were the latter, I’ve never been very good at talking with girls.”

“Oh my god,” Jimin repeated, astonishment inscribed in every feature of his face. “This is priceless.”

He absolutely did not understand what was so damn priceless.

“What is?”

Jimin suppressed another laugh. “Nothing, Jeongguk. I’m just here to check your medication.” Largely ignoring the rest of his questions, Jimin circled around his bed to where the drip stood and messed with whatever they were pumping into his bloodstream.

“More painkillers or less painkillers?” Jeongguk inquired, giving up on his more important questions.

“Depends.” Jimin turned back to him, inquiring, “Are you in pain?”

That’s all they ever asked him.

Jeongguk took inventory of his limbs. Really, just his neck ached a bit from his head lolling to the side as he slept.

“Wait!” Jeongguk exclaimed happily. “I can still feel my toes!”

“Congratulations?”

“I don’t care about your opinion,” he snapped.

“Wow, you’re the same even when you’re all hopped up on meds,” Jimin noted. “Bet you’re a doll to T- Doctor Kim, though.”

Jeongguk smiled dreamily. “ He’s a doll.” Just then, his leg gave its first twitch, a dull throb blossoming in his calf. “Oh, ouch.” Grimacing, he leaned forward, gripping the affected area.

Jimin glanced at him. “Hurts?”

“Just a little,” he spoke through gritted teeth as his leg continued to throb. His knee still felt weird, though, just as gauzy as it had when he first woke up.

“Serves you right,” Jimin snorted.

“How’d I hurt it, anyway?” Jeongguk felt kind of shocked he hadn’t asked yet. Maybe that meant an inkling of his common sense had begun to return.

Jimin leaned against the end table. “Dancing. You were showing your class something and one of them knocked the audio equipment over. You twisted to avoid it, but turned your knee in too sharply and tore your meniscus, and you got some pieces of cartilage caught in the joints.”

A faint sense of recognition flashed through him at the recollection. He could sort of see it, the glossed birch studio floors, shiny black-tiled walls. The screeching halt of music as the auxiliary cord got yanked from the speaker without warning.

Suddenly, fear trickled into his veins, combatting the medication fighting desperately to soothe his system. “Am I ever going to be able to dance again?” Because even if he couldn’t recall specific memories right now, he knew, deep within him, something resonated with dance. And if he lost that connection, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

“In my professional opinion, I think you’ll be fine, drama queen. Your doctor is very good at what he does. You’re welcome to get his opinion, though. He’s right over there.” Jimin pointed behind Jeongguk, and he snapped his head around so fast he gave himself whiplash.

“Shit!” Jeongguk hissed, rubbing his sore neck.

“Oh, Jeonggukkie! Are you okay?” Doctor Kim rushed over to him, careful fingers parting his hair to gently massage his nape.

Jeonggukkie.

His hands felt heavenly; Jeongguk’s momentary flash of pain seemed to disappear the moment he touched him.

“I am now,” he said with a cheeky smile, looking up at Doctor Kim. “But, uh, still a little sore.” He winced to garner pity, earning the right to keep his doctor’s hands on him. But then he remembered. “Wait, I’m seeing someone.”

Jeongguk couldn’t tell for sure, but he was pretty certain Doctor Kim glared across the bed at Jimin. The nurse just shrugged, a pleased smirk on his face.

In the end, his doctor just rolled his eyes. “I’m making sure you didn’t dislocate anything, not making a move on you. Besides,” Doctor Kim held up his left hand for Jeongguk to see. A beautiful aquamarine and diamond engagement ring glittered on his third finger while an intricate silver wedding band shined on his fourth.

“Wow,” Jeongguk breathed in awe. “Whoever proposed to you made sure to get you rings as beautiful as yourself.”

“Yes,” Doctor Kim agreed, fighting back a smile. “He really put a lot of thought into it. He’s always so considerate, accounting and re-accounting for every little detail to make sure everything he does goes perfectly. I admire that a lot about him.”

For some reason, Jeongguk both loved hearing Doctor Kim talk about his husband, and hated it simultaneously. He spoke of him with so much love in his eyes, gazing at Jeongguk with a stunning amount of adoration. Jeongguk could only imagine how his husband felt when he looked at him

“Is he as pretty as you?”

Wait, did that count as flirting? Crap. How was he supposed to not flirt with the most stunning, sweet, and intelligent person he’s ever met?

“Not flirting,” he added quickly, just in case.

Doctor Kim’s smile broke through at that, dappling light through the room with its radiant presence. “I think he’s prettier. Very handsome. Cutest nose in the world, and whenever he’s surprised, his eyes get so big and bright. He has adorable teeth, too, like a little bunny. But he’s so strong, much stronger than me. Both emotionally and physically. He goes to the gym every day. In fact, just this morning he chose leg day over me, even when I went to all the trouble of getting dressed up in his favourite red lace piece. Which explains why I was less than sympathetic when he hurt his leg later that day teaching his dance class. Or I was, until I realised it was a serious injury and I should probably get him to the hospital.”

Jeongguk did not expect such a dump of personal information about Doctor Kim and his husband. And despite his doctor’s praises of his husband, Jeongguk thought he sounded like a dumbass. Who chooses leg day over an angel? Although his nagging sense of familiarity was beginning to get stronger with every word he said. And then he realised,

“Oh shit, I hurt my leg dancing, too! That’s a crazy coincidence. Did you perform his surgery? Is he okay?”

The sound of skin hitting skin echoed throughout the room as Jimin’s hand hit his forehead. “Idiot,” he repeated, not trying to hide it this time.

“Don’t be mean!” Jeongguk retorted. “You’ve gotta admit, it’s kinda weird. Right?” He turned to Doctor Kim for support.

But his doctor had no intention of backing him up. “Actually, Jimin’s right,” he agreed. “You’re an idiot.”

 And then he held up his left hand again, tugging Jeongguk’s up alongside it. Two matching silver bands glittered back at him.

 “My idiot.”

Jeongguk stared at their identical rings, unable to even begin processing what he meant. Your idiot, he mouthed in wonder.

Then it struck him. “I’m your asshole husband who chose leg day over you?”

“And finally he gets it,” Jimin snorted. “And admitted he’s an asshole, wow. A momentous occasion indeed.”

“Wait, no, no, I’m married to an angel?” Jeongguk gasped. “Holy shit. Why did no one tell me?”

Doctor Kim winced. It felt weird only thinking of him as Doctor Kim now that he knew he was his husband. But he didn’t remember being his husband. He felt like he might remember that.

“You’re never allowed general anesthesia again,” Doctor Kim decided. “I don’t care how much pain you’re in. The second you forget about me is the second you live out your life unmedicated.”

Now things were really awkward when he asked, “Um, so...what’s your name?”

Jimin’s burst of laughter echoed through the room. “Why didn’t I bring a camera?”

Doctor Kim crossed his arms, tapping his foot. He looked mad. He looked sexy when he was mad, but Jeongguk had a feeling he wasn’t supposed to say that.

“I don’t know, Jeon Jeongguk. What’s my name?”

Jeongguk glanced at Jimin, pleading for help with his eyes.

“Oh hell no,” Jimin denied the moment Jeongguk turned to him. “No way am I getting my ass beat by Tae- by Doctor Kim.”

“You gave me a syllable!” Jeongguk exclaimed excitedly. “I can work with this. Tae.”

The syllable tasted familiar on his tongue. He said it again, savouring it, trying to think.

“Tae. Tae. Taetae. Taetae, aww that's cute.”

His doctor, wait no, his husband smiled faintly despite his irritation.

“Taetae, Taetae, Taetae,” he singsonged. “Taetae, Taehyungie, Taehyungie-hyung, the love of my life.”

And suddenly, a very distinct memory crossed his mind, of singing that exact same set of words every morning as he walked into their shared Philosophy lecture before Taehyung, Taehyung!, got accepted into his pre-med internship. And the way Taehyung’s shy smile filled the room as he sat as far away from Jeongguk as possible, as if that would stop him from falling in love.

“Taehyung!” he shouted. “I love you!”

His husband grinned brightly, rolling his eyes as he placed a kiss on Jeongguk’s head. “Love you, too, dork.”

“Kinda miss the space goblin, though.”

“Jeongguk.” Taehyung flicked his chin up, gaze serious. “There is no space goblin.”

He raised his eyebrows, challenging, “Can’t feel my toes. What else could it mean?”

Concerned, Taehyung snapped his attention to Jimin. “Did you put the numbing agent back into his IV drip?”

Jimin shook his head. “Just sedative. He’s being dramatic. I’m thinking he just needs to sleep until you check him out after your shift. All of the anesthesia should be out of his system by then.”

“That’s probably for the best,” Taehyung chuckled. 

Drowsiness began to weigh on him again. He was tired of being put out against his will. “Wait, are you gonna go away now?”

“Just while you sleep,” Taehyung promised, stroking Jeongguk’s hair.

“When ‘m I gonna be better again?”

“Your knee should recover between four and six weeks.”

Jeongguk frowned, eyes threatening to shut. “Too long.”

“Why’s that?”

“Wanna f-”

He fell asleep mid sentence. Which might’ve been for the best.

~*~*~

~Three Weeks Later~

“I hate this,” Jeongguk grumbled as Taehyung’s delicate fingers pressed gently into his sore knee, making sure there were no remaining fluid buildups in the area. “Shouldn’t I be fine by now?”

Taehyung sighed. “You’ve asked me this question every day since I operated on you. You’ll be fine when you’re body decides you’re fine. It’s not up to me.”

“Aren’t you a miracle worker?” he teased.

“Shut up. I can’t believe you forgot who I was. Jimin, I understand. But me?”

“We’ve talked about this,” Jeongguk defended himself. “It was the anesthesia, not me. And the second I heard your name, I remembered you. It’s your fault for not telling me in the first place.”

Taehyung went full-pout, pink bottom lip out and everything. “I thought it would be funny,” he said, voice small.

Jeongguk rested back on the arm of their maroon couch. “Was it worth it?”

“...No.”

“Really?” he asked, propping himself up with his hand. “Because you got to watch me fall in love with you all over again. That must’ve been a little gratifying.”

Taehyung hesitated, biting his lip. “Maybe a little bit,” he eventually agreed, a tiny smile on his face.

“You’re so cute,” Jeongguk whined.

“And you’re upset about it why?”

“Because this stupid knee thing is really putting a damper on our sex life,” he complained dramatically, plopping his head back down on the arm of the couch.

“Right, because our sex life was so riveting before,” Taehyung snorted.

Jeongguk lifted his head just enough to stare at Taehyung in confusion. “You don’t think we were having good enough sex? Is it me? Is it my dick?”

This coaxed a laugh from Taehyung as he laced their fingers together. “You and your dick are fine, Jeongguk. I just mean...I don’t know, exciting sex. I feel like it’s been the same for the past two years.”

“So since we got married,” he guessed, putting the pieces together.

Taehyung kissed his hand, like he knew Jeongguk was blaming himself. “It’s no one’s fault. We’ve both just gotten busy. You’re teaching classes daily. I’ve only been out of residency for three months. Actually, if anything was hell on our sex life, it was me completeing my residency.”

“You barely ever came home,” Jeongguk recalled, trying not to think too much of the nights he spent alone in their bed, longing to feel Taehyung next to him.

“I know,” he murmured, moving from the opposite end of the couch to the floor in front of Jeongguk. He leaned over, placing a sweet, chaste kiss on his lips. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re forgiven,” Jeongguk conceded. “But if you were really sorry, you’d kiss me better than that.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, leaning back just out of his reach. “What kind of kiss are you after?”

Jeongguk lightly caught his wrist. “Come back here and you’ll find out.”

“You’re a dork,” Taehyung informed him, allowing himself to be tugged back over to the couch.

“Your dork,” he reminded him smugly. “Kiss me?”

“Only because you asked so nicely,” he teased, dipping his head to press his lips to Jeongguk’s once more.

Taehyung tasted like the green tea he always drank instead of Jeongguk’s morning coffee and the cinnamon and brown sugar of this morning’s hotteok. Like wedding bells in April, and stolen kisses between endless shifts. Like bright cherry lips, coloured red from summer convenience store slushies. Like vanilla chapstick, on the day he finally gave in and kissed Jeongguk during their early morning lecture just to shut him up, and the subsequent kiss in the hallway after getting kicked out. Taehyung tasted like home, and everything he’d never be able to forget.

“You know,” Jeongguk mused against Taehyung’s lips. “I probably would’ve remembered you a lot faster if you just kissed me.”

Taehyung huffed a little laugh. “It was anesthesia, not a magic curse. True love’s kiss wouldn’t have worked. You probably would’ve just slapped me and demanded to know what the hell I was doing.”

“Probably would’ve let you kiss me and pretended like I knew what was happening, more like.”

“Would you have let just any hot doctor kiss you?” Taehyung asked nonchalantly, resting his head on Jeongguk’s chest. “Because you were quite the flirt. You’re lucky I was your surgeon. Imagine if it had been Seokjin-hyung. You probably would’ve been all over him.”

Jeongguk had a sneaking suspicion his word choice here would either result in them finding creative ways to deal with his knee injury or him spending the night alone on this couch.

“There’s no one else in the world beautiful enough to make me flirt that blatantly. I’m only that desperate for you.”

Taehyung bit his bottom lip again, gaze dropping to Jeongguk’s collarbones. “Love you,” he said quietly.

Jeongguk tilted his chin up, feeling more in love every passing moment. “Love you too.” He allowed himself to get lost in the feeling of Taehyung moving his mouth against his, warm, familiar, enticing, before suggesting, “You know-”

“I thought you wanted me to kiss you,” Taehyung grumbled, reluctantly sitting up again.

“I always want you to kiss me. But, I was thinking-”

“You’re sexy when you think.”

Jeongguk swatted him playfully on the shoulder. “Can I finish?”

He lifted a noncommittal shoulder. “I guess so.” But he was grinning brightly, so Jeongguk figured he wasn’t actually annoyed.

“Well, you said our sex life isn’t exciting enough, right?”

Taehyung toyed with his fingers. “It’s not that it’s not exciting, it’s just that it could be...more exciting.”

“Exactly,” Jeongguk agreed, pulling himself into a sitting position, careful not to bend his knee or knock it on anything. “So, why don’t we make it more exciting?”

Cocking his head, Taehyung inquired, “How so?”

Admittedly, he never thought he’d be the one to suggest this. “Well, I guarantee I have things I’m into that you don’t know about. And I’d bet the opposite is true, too, so-”

“Kink box?” The awe in Taehyung’s voice should scare him more than it did.

Jeongguk nodded, a plan forming in his head. “But we should make it more fun than just a plain box. I mean, really, who wants to draw kinks out of a shoebox?”

Taehyung was practically vibrating with excitement. “Can we get ducks? And a fish tank?”

Sometimes he forgot he’d married one of the most unpredictable and creative people on the planet. “If you can concisely explain to me how that works, then yes.”

“It’s easy. We get a medium sized fish tank; we can put fish in it when we’re done but it’s gotta be empty for this. And then we get like, I don’t know, depending on how kinky we are, however many rubber ducks we’ll need, and then we write a kink on the bottom of each duck in permanent marker. We put all the ducks on the surface of the fish tank. Every time we want to try something new, someone pulls a duck. We do it until we’re out of ducks, and by that time, we should’ve established some new things to keep trying in the bedroom. Make sense?”

Jeongguk gazed at him in wonder. “I was thinking a hat, but ducks works too, I guess.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “You were the one who said not to make it boring. We should probably make lists first before we transfer them onto the ducks.”

“Probably,” Jeongguk agreed, still in disbelief. They were really doing this. They were really going to make kink ducks.

Before he knew it, Taehyung had breezed out of the living room and returned not a moment later with two pads of paper and pens.

“Why do I get the feeling you’ve been thinking about this?” Jeongguk asked suspiciously as Taehyung resumed his seat on the floor.

“Because I have,” Taehyung responded cheerfully. “It takes more than a minute to come up with a good kink ducky system, you know.”

Jeongguk shook his head. “You’re ridiculous.” The blank lined paper in front of him looked surprisingly daunting. He could already hear Taehyung scribbling furiously next to him. “Wait, limits. Or just hard no’s.”

Taehyung’s scribbling stopped as he blinked up at him. “Nothing with bodily fluids or functions,” he decided, wrinkling his nose. “Except come,” he added as an afterthought.

“I can definitely agree with that. What about location?”

“Jeonggukkie, is this you trying to tell me that you have a public sex kink?”

He did his best not to give himself away. It wasn’t necessarily a public sex kink. Just...a curiosity. “I’m just wondering if we’re staying confined to the bedroom.”

Taehyung considered this for a moment. “Nothing that can get anyone arrested. Other than that, I’m willing to give it a shot.”

Jeongguk smiled to himself as he wrote something down. “Sweet.”

“I’m assuming we’re both still good on positions?”

He hummed his consent. Typically, Jeongguk preferred to top and Taehyung preferred bottoming, which worked out nicely for them. But they switched it up every once in awhile to keep things interesting. In fact, that’s about as adventurous as their sex life got.

“What about like...roughness?” Jeongguk decided to ask before he wrote anything too harsh down.

“Sounds exciting to me. Actually, that makes me think of something.”

They spent a few more minutes jotting ideas down in silence. Jeongguk had never focused this hard on his kinks before; he was into way less vanilla things than he initially thought, now that he took the time to really sit down and go over his own fantasies.

Taehyung wrote for even longer than him, pausing occasionally to think or review the ones he’d already listed. Eventually, they both had decent-sized lists.

“I’ll buy the fish tank after work tomorrow,” Taehyung decided.

“I can pick up the ducks during my lunch break,” he offered. “We might as well both pitch in.”

“You’re not planning on going into work tomorrow? You can’t dance with your knee still like this.”

Jeongguk shook his head, suppressing a laugh. “I won’t be dancing, Doctor Kim. Just filling out some paperwork. I have to file my injury report so we get a nice tax benefit in the spring since I technically got hurt on the job.”

“Oh sweet, get on that then.” Taehyung glanced at his knee in frustration. “I just want you to heal properly. And soon.”

“You said it should take at least four weeks,” Jeongguk pointed out. “It’s only been three. Why are you so eager all of a sudden?”

“Because it’s hard for you to fuck me into our mattress when you’re recovering from a knee arthroscopy.”

Taehyung shouldn’t have been allowed to say that with so much polished nonchalance. He especially shouldn’t have been allowed to rest his chin on the couch after saying that, blinking up at him innocently.

“Great, now I’m mad about it, too.”

With a chuckle, Taehyung rested his hand on Jeongguk’s thigh. “Patience. Don’t worry. I can probably suck you off from this angle without touching your knee.”

Jeongguk threaded his fingers through Taehyung’s dark locks, propping himself up a little more. “I’m not going to stop you. But you have to promise we’re going through with our lists as soon as my knee can take it.”

Taehyung arched a perfect eyebrow. “Are you trying to set terms for getting your dick sucked?”

“Just saying things as they come to mind, baby,” Jeongguk replied with a grin.

“I can’t believe you,” he snorted. “But, yes, I promise. Now kiss me.”

Jeongguk was more than happy to oblige, meeting the beautiful familiar lips that descended to his own. A feeling better than kissing Taehyung didn’t exist, and it hadn’t taken him long to learn that lesson. Sex with him felt great, but nothing matched the sensation of their lips colliding together in a celebration of love that’s lasted through countless seasons, nerve-wracking parent meetings, medical school, long trips away for Jeongguk to teach internationally, fights over big things and little things, every second of which was undoubtedly worth it all.

Still, he couldn’t help but anticipate the coming weeks. He had a feeling that things would only get better for them. They always did with Taehyung in his life.

~*~*~

“Why do I feel like we’re going to learn a lot about each other from this?” Jeongguk chuckled nervously. “Like...too much.”

Taehyung arched his eyebrows in mock offense. “What secrets could we possibly be keeping from each other? I tell you everything.”

“Well, we’re about to find out, aren’t we?” Jeongguk said, a fake cheerful grin on his face. He stared at Taehyung for a moment, begging him with his eyes to go first, but he just shook his head.

“Nope. Not my idea. Creator gets first pick.”

His begging quickly transformed into a glare. “We both came up with it!” he argued.

“But you proposed it.”

“You bought the fish tank.”

“You bought the ducks.”

The absurdity of it all had them bursting out into laughter, unable to take their own situation seriously. Taehyung was the first to calm down, and thankfully, he relented. “Alright, alright, I’ll pull first.” Teeth gritted in anticipation, Taehyung reached delicately into the tank, as if he feared touching the sterile water, and plucked a yellow rubber duck from its surface. Rather than flip it over and look, Taehyung frowned suddenly. “Wait.”

“What now?” Jeongguk replied impatiently.

Taehyung glanced up from the duck in his hands. “Are we going to do it immediately after? Like, do I just put the duck on the table and go? Or are we going to wait?”

Confused, Jeongguk inquired, “What for what, exactly?”

“Like, I don’t know. Tension.”

Mulling it over, Jeongguk concluded, “If we need to prepare somehow, or we’re just not in the mood, we can hold off until the right time. Otherwise, I don’t see why we shouldn’t just go for it. I mean, unless you have somewhere else to be?”

“Cheeky little shit,” Taehyung muttered.

“Your cheeky little shit,” Jeongguk reminded him, fluttering his fingers to show off his wedding band. “Now, flip it over. The suspense is killing me.”

Slowly, agonisingly, Taehyung rotated the poor duck and read the chosen kink silently. His face transformed from surprise to confusion.

Dying to know what it said, Jeongguk reached over and tugged the duck away from him. On its flat bottom, scrawled in thin marker, it read:

Domination/Submission

Happily, Jeongguk exclaimed, “Sweet! We’re starting on one of mine!”

Taehyung only looked at him in puzzlement. “Don’t we do this already? You usually take the lead.”

Jeongguk shook his head, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “I was thinking something a little more...intense. If you’re up for it, of course.”

Taking this as a personal challenge, Taehyung flared up. “Of course I’m up for it. The question is whether or not you can pull it off.”

He figured they didn’t really need any preparation for this one, and decided to dive in headfirst. Smirking, Jeongguk curled his hand in the collar of Taehyung’s white t-shirt, yanking him close. Taehyung’s eyes suddenly went wide, gazing up at him in astonishment.

“I think I’ll manage just fine, darling, but thanks for your concern.”

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed as he thought of something. “No problem, Jeonggukkie,” he replied sweetly. “But it’s gonna take more than a little grab to make me your bitch.”

Jeongguk shivered at the thought; he hadn’t even factored a bratty Taehyung into his fantasies, but the addition made arousal simmer low in his stomach. He would have to work for the submission he craved, and he had a feeling it would be harder than he thought.

“I don’t need to grab you to make you my bitch,” he shrugged. “You want it anyways. Every time you get down on your knees, every time you spread your legs, you’re begging for it. I couldn’t count the number of times you’ve cried over my cock. So I’ll wait until you’re begging.” With that, he turned on his heel and plopped down onto their bed, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

A huff of disbelief escaped his husband, but he paid him no mind. Instead, he flicked through various apps, scrolling through whatever caught his fancy.

“Jeongguk.”

Ignoring him, Jeongguk checked his email.

“Jeongguk,” Taehyung repeated. He could hear the insistent tapping of his foot. “I’m not begging, but this is ridiculous.” Irritated by Jeongguk’s cold shoulder, he replied, “Fine. I’m going to go take a shower.”

Aware of exactly what that meant, a knowing smirk graced his face as he answered, “Have fun, baby. Be as loud as you’d like.”

“Shut up,” Taehyung muttered, fetching something from their closet before ducking out of their room.

It wasn’t long until he returned, although it was far too long for Jeongguk’s liking. Despite his bravado, he was getting rather impatient.

But, as is per usual, Taehyung made it all worth the wait. Jeongguk couldn’t help but look up when he walked in the room, leaning against the doorway. His phone clattered to the ground; he didn’t care. Not when Taehyung had black lace stockings up to his thighs and matching panties that barely came over his hips, intricate garter tight around his waist holding everything in place. He’d forgone a shirt, and Jeongguk preferred it that way. A simple strip of black silk was tied around his neck, and his dark hair had been scrunched and curled into an enticing mess.

Upon seeing Jeongguk’s reaction, he smiled coyly, but said nothing. Instead, he strutted straight past him and perched on the opposite side of the bed, pulling out his phone.

Ah, the poetic justice. Sometimes Jeongguk forgot that he married the world’s biggest tease.

“Taehyung,” he prompted.

Nothing. Jeongguk knew exactly what he was trying to do. He was trying to get Jeongguk riled up enough to actually go through with his fantasy, because the majority of the sex they’d had, even when they were just dating, was so loving, careful, and absurdly vanilla. He didn’t think Jeongguk could do it. But Jeongguk never failed when he set his sights on something, and this time would be no different.

“Taehyung,” He growled this time, low and deep. Almost unwillingly, his husband looked up, pretty face illuminated by the offensive glow of his cellphone.

“Yes, Jeongguk-ah?”

He locked eyes with him across the bed. “Come here.”

Taehyung toyed with one of his curls. “Why should I?”

Speaking short and clipped, he replied simply, “Because I said so.”

Biting his bottom lip until it flushed red, Taehyung shrugged. 

“Make me.”

“Taehyung, if you don’t come here this second, I’m going to bend you over my knee and spank you until your cute little ass is painted red with my handprints.”

Something dark and dangerous glimmered in Taehyung’s eyes. “Oh,” he breathed. “Is that so?”

Jeongguk arched an eyebrow, daring him to make a choice.

“I think I like it right here.”

He made his choice.

Jeongguk rose to his feet, stalking over to where Taehyung sat. He took pleasure in the way his husband visibly swallowed watching him approach. Without pause, he scooped Taehyung up off the bed and carried him back to where he’d been sitting before, draping his body across his lap. His ass was presented at a provocative angle, panties barely covering everything he had to offer.

“Too bad. I like it right here.” 

Taehyung propped himself up on his elbows and kicked his ankles in the air casually, like he’d been planning this all along.

“Gonna punish me, big boy?” he taunted. Being the one who didn’t suggest this kink, Taehyung sure seemed to like it. Jeongguk was happy that he didn’t think it was weird, or shame him for it. He had to make sure he did this right. He didn’t want to hurt Taehyung.

“Safe word first, baby.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened in surprise, but he smiled, musing, “Hm, what’s something that you’d never want to hear in bed?”

Jeongguk considered it. “Lots of things. Logarithms. My grandma’s name.” Then he hit on it. “Oppa.” He scrunched his nose, a bitter taste in his mouth.

“Really? Out of everything in the world, out of calculus, you choose oppa?” Taehyung’s stare was unsympathetic.

“Yes,” he mumbled. “I don’t like it.”

Stifling an eye roll, Taehyung agreed, “Sure, okay. Oppa is our safeword. I can’t believe you.”

“Don’t get sarcastic with me.”

Taehyung cradled his head in his hands, cocked daringly. “Does it bother you when I talk back? If I told you how soft you are? How delicate and fragile and-”

His breath caught in his throat, cutting off with the first spank. Jeongguk didn’t hit him hard enough to truly hurt, just enough to get his attention.

But his bratty, brazen attitude returned the moment Jeongguk’s hand left his ass. “I hope that’s not the best you can do with all those muscles.”

Stunned by how adept Taehyung was at playing his part, Jeongguk realised he needed to step up his game. “Is my baby begging for me to hit him harder? Because it sure doesn’t sound like begging.”

“It wasn’t supposed to,” Taehyung replied cheekily.

Now his attitude was starting to annoy Jeongguk. Without warning him, he landed another smack on his ass, watching in satisfaction as his soft golden skin turned red. Taehyung inhaled sharply at that one, a small oh escaping his mouth.

“More.”

That single word sent heat simmering in his stomach. “What did you say, baby?”

Taehyung refused to repeat himself, ducking his head to examine their black duvet.

“I said,” Jeongguk twined his fingers in Taehyung’s dark curls, yanking his head back to look at him. “What did you say?”

“M-more,” he stuttered, raising his hips slightly.

Jeongguk drew lazy patterns on his cheeks, enjoying the way colour blossomed beneath his nails. “I can’t hear you.”

Taehyung squirmed on his lap, fighting the urge to submit. Jeongguk didn’t want him to fight it. With a barely heavier hand, he struck Taehyung again, relishing the bounce of his flesh beneath his palm. The hit wrought a short gasp from Taehyung’s lips, and he pushed back against Jeongguk’s hand, silently pleading. But his silence was the problem.

“Speak up. Or you won’t get another one, and I’ll leave you here to take care of yourself.”

“No!” The plea was unexpected, catching even Taehyung by surprise as it left his mouth. “D-Don’t go. Please.”

Jeongguk rubbed over his red skin, soothing him while ordering, “Then convince me to stay.”

Taehyung glanced up at him, cherry lips drawn together in a pout. “Jeonggukkie.”

“Don’t whine,” he snapped, pinching his ass.

“Jeonggukkie, please.” Taehyung raised his volume ever so slightly, pushing against Jeongguk’s hand again. The way he was canting his hips so slowly, dragging against Jeongguk with every movement drew every drop of blood south, electric currents in his veins.

“Louder. I don’t believe you want it.”

Arms shaking from supporting himself for so long, Taehyung caved, crying out, “Please, Jeongguk! More, I want more, please!”

“How many more, baby? You’ve gotta ask for what you want.”

“T-ten. Please.”

“That’s better,” Jeongguk praised, massaging the heel of his palm into Taehyung’s soft skin. “So good, Taehyungie. Count for me, okay?”

Taehyung nodded, cheek pressing into the duvet. With a sigh, Jeongguk tugged on the strip of silk around his neck, just until his breath hitched. “What did I say about using your words?”

“S-speak up, or no more,” he summarised. “I’ll count. I promise.”

“Good boy,” Jeongguk hummed. He gave Taehyung a warning squeeze before bringing his hand down once more. 

Taehyung moaned out a quiet, “One.”

“What was my other rule, baby?” Jeongguk rubbed over his fading pink handprint.

“Louder,” Taehyung answered with hesitation.

“So if you know the rules, why are you deliberately disobeying them?”

Taehyung’s gaze flicked up to meet his, dark and seductive. “Want you to hit me harder.”

Fuck. Jeongguk struggled not to voice his curse, simply in awe of how quickly his husband had taken to his kink, already so enthralled.

“If you want something, then ask. I don’t like repeating myself.”

Taehyung writhed on his lap, begging, “Harder, Jeongguk! Please!”

Jeongguk’s heart was racing; this was perfect. He was perfect. He landed another hit on his ass, smoothing over the skin as soon as it blossomed red.

“Two.” Taehyung’s sigh was loud, breathy in relief. “More, please.” He raised his hips again, grinding just barely against the front of Jeongguk’s jeans.

He placed the third spank on the other cheek, admiring the even balance of his pink flush.

“Three,” Taehyung purred. Jeongguk twined his hand back in Taehyung’s dark curls, tugging to hear him cry out, “Four!” when he spanked him just a little harder.

“Louder, baby. I want the neighbours to know exactly how good it feels.”

He brought his hand down again.

“Fuck, five! Feels so good, Jeonggukkie.”

“Yeah?” Jeongguk met the upward thrust of Taehyung’s hips, spilling another gasp from his lips.

“Six,” he panted. “Please. Wanna feel your hands on me.”

Jeongguk stroked Taehyung’s hair lovingly before landing another smack directly over where he’d left the last one.

Taehyung arched his back, whining, “Seven! Fuck.”

“That’s two fucks in one minute,” Jeongguk remarked. “I don’t think I’ve heard you cuss this much since you stubbed your toe on the coffee table.”

“I guess I like the pain,” Taehyung teased, waving his ass in the air. Seeing this as both an invitation and a challenge, Jeongguk hit it twice. The sting of his palm was delicious; he could only imagine how Taehyung must be feeling.

“Eight-” His tongue poked out, wetting his red lips before he finished, “Nine.”

“Think you can handle one more?”

“Of course I can,” Taehyung shot back.

Jeongguk withdrew his hand, replying with faked nonchalance. “Well, now I’m thinking five more simply because of your attitude.”

Taehyung’s eyes were wide and teary when he looked up at Jeongguk. “No, no, please! I’ll be good, I want…” A faint blush tinged his cheeks.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked silkily.

“Want your cock,” he whined, shameless now that he’d made the choice. “Want you to fill me up, show me my place.”

Jeongguk felt warm under his request, clothes becoming stifling. “Ask for your last spank, then.”

“Please, Jeonggukkie!” The look Taehyung gave him was undeniably sultry, purring with lust-filled eyes through his lashes. “Please give me my last hit. I’ll be so good for you.”

He couldn’t draw this out any longer even if he wanted to. But still, he made sure to ask, “How good, baby?” kneading the plush skin beneath his hand.

“The best for you,” Taehyung promised, grinding against him. “Anything you want, I’m yours. Your little bitch.”

Jeongguk’s next hit landed exactly where the last one was, turning his cheek a bright, satisfying candy red. “Mine,” he agreed, voice low.

Taehyung squirmed against him, still moving his hips in the same infuriating way. “C-can I move now? I want your cock so bad, daddy, please.” He slapped a hand over his mouth as soon as the filthy nickname escaped him, but it was too late.

Jeans impossibly tight, Jeongguk snapped back one of Taehyung’s stockings, forcing him to meet his gaze. “What was that, baby boy? I didn’t quite hear you.”

He felt Taehyung shudder, could see the flushed tip of his cock peeking out from his panties. It made for a tempting sight. Jeongguk wanted nothing more than to ruin him, to hear him scream his name because he made him feel like he’d reached heaven.

“Please fuck me daddy, I got all ready for you.”

To accentuate his point, Taehyung tugged the back of his panties over the curve of his ass, showing off a scarlet gem nestled snug between his pink cheeks.

Jeongguk exhaled slowly, basking in the thought of Taehyung prepping himself just for him. “So pretty, baby. Fingering your cute little hole open in the shower for me. Ready to take my cock at any time, hm?”

“Any time daddy wants,” he breathed. “Now, please?” Without waiting for an answer, Taehyung pulled himself into a sitting position on Jeongguk’s lap, arms around his neck. He started rolling his hips, as if trying to ride his clothed erection.

“Look at you, desperate little doll. Who said you could move?”

He couldn’t pretend like the movement wasn’t getting to him though. He was fully stiff against his pants, and the friction Taehyung was giving him was irresistible.

Taehyung whined, but didn’t still his movements, pressing wet kisses to Jeongguk’s throat. Without hesitation, he landed another spank on his ass, relishing the surprised noise he made and the way he stilled immediately.

“Listen next time. Understand?”

Wide-eyed, he nodded eagerly.

“Good. Now, if you want it so bad, take it out for me.”

Taehyung rushed to fumble with his button and zipper, shoving down his jeans and boxers as far as they would go. Jeongguk breathed a sigh of relief when his length sprang free, proudly curving towards his abs. Pretty pianist’s fingers wrapped around him, pumping with languid strokes.

Pleasure began to pool in his stomach, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Jeongguk curled his hand in Taehyung’s hair again, giving a persuasive pull. Taehyung dropped his head immediately, kissing the tip of his cock.

He couldn’t hold himself back for the sake of teasing anymore.

“Hands and knees,” he growled, more force behind his voice than he’d intended.

But Taehyung drank it up, scrambling to position himself on the bed for him. They rarely did it in this position, liking the intimacy being face to face gave them. But there was something darkly alluring about Taehyung placing his trust in him, unable to predict his movements.

Jeongguk fully removed his pants and underwear, and stood behind Taehyung. He trailed his hand along his spine, finger hooking in his panties to slide them down. He left them around his legs though, admiring the view of him and his pretty lingerie, ass in the air. Taking just a moment to grab Taehyung’s favourite strawberry lube from their bedside drawer, he coated the fingers of one hand while slowly pulling Taehyung’s princess plug out with the other.

“Get these nice and wet for me, baby,” Jeongguk commanded, holding his fingers out for Taehyung. He took them into his mouth, sucking greedily. His tongue swirled around his digits and he let out a breathy moan when the plug was all the way out. Jeongguk watched through a thin veil of lust as Taehyung’s pink hole clenched around air, begging to be filled. “Enough.” Taehyung opened his mouth for Jeongguk to slip his fingers back out past his spit-slicked lips. Jeongguk gave him another brief squeeze as a warning before pushing first one, then two fingers into Taehyung’s already stretched entrance.

“More.” Taehyung wasn’t above begging now, having been ready for so long. He couldn’t help the gasp that escaped him, though, when Jeongguk pushed in his third finger without resistance and curled them in just the spot he knew always made Taehyung tremble. He spent a minute fingering him, getting him used to the sensation, before pulling out again.

Jeongguk placed his fingers back in front of Taehyung’s lips “Lick it clean. Keep your mouth busy while I fuck you.”

Taehyung reattached himself to his fingers, filthy slurping sounds coming from him. But Jeongguk wasn’t going to waste any more time. His cock was aching, and with the sinful sight of Taehyung in front of him he couldn’t wait any more.

With careful movements, he gripped Taehyung’s hips and teased his entrance with the blunt head of his cock, thrusting slowly between his cheeks. And just when Taehyung’s pitiful mewls began to transform into desperate pleas, Jeongguk lined himself up and thrust inside. His cock was engulfed in Taehyung’s wet heat, an instant sense of bliss settling over him. Bliss quickly transformed to hunger when Taehyung rolled his hips back, taking Jeongguk in all the way.

“You feel so good, Taehyungie,” Jeongguk couldn’t restrain himself from groaning out his praise. “So pretty wrapped around my cock.”

He coaxed Taehyung closer with a rough pull to his hips, burying himself within him as far as he could. Taehyung moaned, hands clenching in their black comforter while his tongue continued to attend diligently to Jeongguk’s fingers.

Setting a slow pace, he drew his flushed length out, then slammed it back in. Every curse falling from Taehyung’s lips was music to his ears. Jeongguk almost didn’t notice the hand Taehyung had wrapped around himself until he heard another quiet slick sound fill the room.

Jeongguk spanked him twice, still fully sheathed. “No touching yourself. I want you to come untouched. You can do that for me, can’t you baby boy?”

Taehyung slid off his fingers with a pop, only long enough to pant, “Yes, daddy.”

“Good boy.” Jeongguk rewarded him with a quick snap of his hips, watching as Taehyung’s arms shook. From there, he chose a faster pace, realising Taehyung was getting off on him being fervent and rough. He angled his thrusts to hit Taehyung just right, judging from years of experience and the way he rocked back in ecstasy.

He looked like an angel. Absolutely fucked out with his cheek pressed to the bed, giving Jeongguk complete control over his body. His eyes glimmered with heat, pupils blown. Spit gathered at the corner of his cherry lips, tongue occasionally poking out to swipe at them. The image filled Jeongguk with the desire to see just how far into his newly discovered subspace he could get him.

Soon enough, Taehyung’s pants became cries, gasping out Jeongguk’s name over and over. He never completed the whole thing. Just snatches of it, voice fading into whimpers every time he tried. With every desperate attempt to speak, he’d try to meet Jeongguk’s thrusts with his hips, clenching around him in the most delicious way. Winding his fingers in Taehyung’s hair, he held on tight, fucking him harder and faster until he couldn’t speak any more. The room echoed only with the wet slap of skin between them, Taehyung’s breathy moans, and his own heavy panting.

All of a sudden, Taehyung became impossible tighter around his cock, crying out as he came. He truly was beautiful with tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, white streaking across his stomach. Jeongguk didn’t even care how messy the sheets were beneath him.

Seeing his distant but blissful gaze, Jeongguk slowed. “You did so good, baby. Are you okay?”

“Mm. Perfect, daddy,” Taehyung murmured. “Come inside. Wanna keep it in.”

Desire spiked through him at his words. Jeongguk increased his pace again, eager to reach his climax before Taehyung became too overstimulated. As hot as that sounded, he wanted to make sure this was a good experience all the way through. So he snapped his hips faster, cock dragging against Taehyung’s impossibly tight walls, hitting his prostate with every thrust. Taehyung’s breaths became broken and the sheets bunched beneath his clawing fingers. Jeongguk could feel the arousal pooled in his stomach reach its boiling point. He secured his grip in Taehyung’s hair, moving faster as he spilled into Taehyung. He continued to thrust, fucking his come into him, making sure he knew who he belonged to.

Jeongguk rolled his hips until he could feel himself softening. When he pulled out, he slipped Taehyung’s plug in his place. Taehyung sighed in contentment, rolling onto his back. His eyes were closed, but a soft smile touched his lips. He was absolutely wrecked, and just when Jeongguk thought he couldn’t get any more beautiful, he blinked his eyes open just a bit. “Come cuddle me, daddy,” he teased.

More than happy to oblige, Jeongguk felt a smile grace his own lips as he collapsed on the bed beside his husband, pulling him into his arms.

“Was that okay?” he asked, lips against his shoulder.

“So good,” Taehyung mumbled. “Thanks for not going too rough for our first time like that.”

Jeongguk kissed his nose. “Of course. Thanks for trying it out with me. Did you...I don’t know, did you like it?”

“A lot, actually. Could we, um...do it like that more often?”

He had married the most adorable man in the world.

“Absolutely.” Jeongguk kissed both his cheeks this time. “Let me go run you a bath, baby.” He went to stand, but got tugged back down immediately.

“Stay,” Taehyung insisted. “For a minute. I’m comfy. Then we can shower together and change the sheets.”

Jeongguk laughed, but of course he agreed. “Whatever you want, you’ve got it.”

Taehyung curled into him, leg thrown over his own. “Love you, Jeonggukkie.”

Nuzzling his nose into Taehyung’s hair, he replied, “Love you too, baby. I can’t wait to pick our next duck.”

He received a smack on the arm but it was worth it to feel Taehyung giggle against him. Somehow, Taehyung always made everything worth it. Jeongguk would go to the ends of the earth for him, and he knew his husband would do the same. They had something special, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world. Although, right now, a bubble bath and good sleep sounded pretty fantastic. Even better with Taehyung.

~*~*~

The next time they decided to draw happened to be the following night, right after Taehyung had gotten out of the shower. He’d just finished tying Jeongguk’s fuzzy white bathrobe around himself (his was in the wash), when Jeongguk bounced into the room on the balls of his feet.

“Taehyungie!” he exclaimed, practically tackling him onto the bed. “Guess what?”

He pretended to think, knowing it drove his husband nuts. “They finally started stocking banana milk at the convenience store down the street?”

Jeongguk pouted. “No. I wish.”

“Jimin grew another inch?”

He made a face, scrunching his nose. “No, I don’t wish. Can you imagine the things he’d do to me if he were another inch taller? To all of us?”

Laughing, Taehyung assured him, “Trust me. Nothing scares me more.”

“You and me both, baby. Are you done guessing?”

“Nope…” He trailed off, as if lost in thought. “Oh, could it perhaps be duck time?”

“It’s duck time!” Jeongguk repeated excitedly. Sometimes, he couldn’t believe this was the same man who got off on being called daddy as he fucked him into their mattress. Then again, he did make the sweetest bottom, too. Jeongguk had always carried the most enthralling duality.

Feigning nonchalance, Taehyung gestured to the table where the fish tank sat. “I suppose we should probably draw one, then.”

“You sound thrilled,” Jeongguk noted with a snort, already hovering over the clear bubbling water.

“I am thrilled,” he admitted, giving up on trying to sound cool. “Go ahead and pick it.”

“No, I want you to do it.” Not waiting for him to argue, Jeongguk grabbed his hand and tugged him to his feet.

With a roll of his eyes, Taehyung plucked a duck from the surface and sat back down. Jeongguk joined him immediately, trying to peer over at it. Cupping the duck in his hands, he flipped it over.

Taehyung blushed, reading the words written on the bottom of the duck in his own handwriting.

“What does it say?” Jeongguk scooted closer to him, the quiet hum of their fish tank the only other sound in the room.

Wordlessly, Taehyung held the duck out, bottom up.

“Oh,” Jeongguk exhaled. “Interesting.” The grin he shot Taehyung was nothing short of devious. “And how exactly would you like that to work?”

He traced over the thinly scrawled Pet Play, trying to ignore the rise of heat to his cheeks.

“Just for a few hours…” he started nervously. “Um, I want to try…”

He couldn’t finish. This was one of the ones he’d been most anxious about suggesting.

But of course, Jeongguk wouldn’t let him stay nervous for long. He placed a flurry of sweet, chaste kisses on Taehyung’s cheeks, nose, and forehead, promising, “I’m down to try it. I think it could be cute. But I need you to tell me how you want to do it, because it’s yours, and I want to do it right.”

Taehyung took a deep breath. “Basically, I want to be your kitten. Cuddles, ears, collar, the whole deal. But then you fuck me, obviously. I don’t want to spend a whole lot of time on it; I’m just curious. So like, after work or something. I’ll, um, find everything I want. And I’ll let you know when I want to do it.”

Jeongguk seemed surprisingly into the whole idea. “Sweet. I’ve always wanted a cat,” he teased.

Swatting him playfully, Taehyung said, “It’s not like that.”

“Sure it’s not. Now, c’mere and cuddle with me, kitten.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, but allowed Jeongguk to wrap him up in his arms, burrowing his nose into the fuzziness of his robe.

~*~*~

Was fifteen minutes too long to spend in front of his bedroom mirror adjusting his appearance? Probably. He just wanted everything to be perfect. That didn’t seem like too much to ask.

Five days had passed since he proposed their newest adventure and he could tell Jeongguk was getting antsy. He made side-comments about it at least three times a night, making Taehyung wonder if he wasn’t the only one who got turned on by the idea.

But it had taken him a couple days to get everything together, and he could only cross his fingers that Jeongguk would like it.

He’d found little white ears that contrasted well with his chocolate hair, unable to see the clips holding them in place. He’d also ordered a collar, a strip of pretty pink leather from which a small silver bell dangled and chimed whenever he moved. As for clothes, he’d decided to just wear one of Jeongguk’s oversized white long-sleeves which fell past his thighs, and he’d forgone pants in favor of soft pink lace panties and white stockings. And of course, a fluffy white tail that doubled as cute and practical, since Jeongguk wouldn’t have to prep him this way.

Taehyung tensed when he heard a key jiggling in the front lock, and dashed to the door.

“Jeonggukkie!” he said happily, throwing himself on his husband who stood astonished in the entryway, grocery bags hanging from his wrists.

Thankfully, he recovered from his shock quickly.

“Hey, kitten,” Jeongguk cooed, stroking his hair. “You look so pretty, did you get all dressed up just for me?”

“Mhm!” Taehyung nodded, causing his bell to chime. “You like it?”

His eyes raked Taehyung’s body, taking in every inch of his appearance. “I love it, baby. Are you wearing my shirt? With nothing underneath?”

Taehyung tugged at the hem, replying cheerfully, “Guess you’ll have to find out. Want some help?”

Jeongguk hefted the grocery bags onto the counter. “Nope. I’ve got this. Why don’t you just hang out in here while I make dinner, hm?”

“Nothing too heavy, Jeonggukkie. I don’t want you getting tired.” Taehyung perched up on the counter by the bags, helping to take out the groceries and get them organised nonetheless. He wriggled a little as he sat, the end of his tail pushing in further.

“As if I could get tired when my kitty’s being so playful.”

Taehyung blushed; he was enjoying this more than he thought he would.

Dinner didn’t last long; Jeongguk barely had the patience to finish cooking japchae with Taehyung making teasing remarks from the countertop, then Taehyung barely had the patience to finish eating even though he loved japchae.

But even after the dishes had been done, Taehyung decided to drag this out just a little longer, enjoying the way Jeongguk couldn’t keep his eyes off of him.

“I want cuddles,” Taehyung announced, dragging Jeongguk over to their burgundy sofa. “Find a show?”

With a sigh, Jeongguk plopped down, extracting the remote from between the cushions. “C’mon, then. Not too long, okay? You’re gonna fall asleep on me if we’re here for more than an hour, I guarantee it.”

“That sounds nice.” Taehyung curled up against Jeongguk, liking the way it felt to be tucked into his side, especially in his outfit. Jeongguk grumbled for a minute or two, but eventually settled on a show. His fingers threaded in Taehyung’s hair, petting him absentmindedly as they got lost in a drama.

They didn’t stay lost for long; as soon as he got bored, Taehyung decided to play a little more. He wriggled his hips again under the guise of getting comfortable, grinding his ass directly against Jeongguk’s crotch. His fingers tightened their hold in Taehyung’s hair for a moment. Smug, Taehyung repeated the action, drawing it out longer this time to be more obvious. He could feel Jeongguk tense up behind him, getting more aroused with every drag of his hips.

As soon as he knew Jeongguk was hard, he stopped immediately, rolling onto his back.

“Naughty kitten,” Jeongguk chastised. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Taehyung blinked up at him innocently. “Nothing.”

Jeongguk pulled Taehyung’s body against him, pressing his ass against his erection. “Does this feel like nothing to you, baby?”

“Feels good,” Taehyung breathed, grinding again. He wanted to try something else. “Did I make master hard?”

“Fuck,” he heard Jeongguk say quietly behind him. “Yes, kitten. You gonna take care of it for me?”

“Please,” Taehyung whined. “Can we go into master’s bedroom? I have a present for you.”

“A present for me?” Jeongguk sounded genuinely surprised, scooping Taehyung into his arms to carry him princess-style into their bedroom. It never failed to make him breathless, seeing such easy displays of strength from his husband. “You’re too good to me.”

“No, you’re too good to me,” Taehyung giggled, scurrying over to the bedside table as soon as Jeongguk set him down. He took the time to discard his shirt. Then, from the drawer, he pulled out a white leash and held it out to Jeongguk. “For you. To make sure I do everything exactly the way you want it.”

Taehyung presented his neck, showing the exact spot on his collar Jeongguk could hook it to. He had a dark glimmer in his eyes, coaxing an involuntary shiver from Taehyung.

“Beautiful,” Jeongguk said softly. He gave the leash an experimental tug; Taehyung’s breath caught in his throat as he was pulled forward. He loved the feeling of relinquishing control, and this was a direct symbol of the power he placed in Jeongguk’s hands because he trusted Jeongguk to treat him well.

“Can I suck master off?” he asked silkily, already sinking to his knees.

“Fuck, of course you can, kitten.”

Eager, Taehyung reached for his black sweats, forever grateful that Jeongguk didn’t have a job requiring him to wear a belt. He palmed at his bulge, straining against his pants from all of Taehyung’s teasing. With agonisingly slow movements, he dragged down Jeongguk’s sweatpants, and brushed his fingertips along the front of his boxers.

“Don’t tease.” Jeongguk gave a warning tug on his leash, bringing Taehyung’s face up against his erection.

Deciding to do exactly that, Taehyung mouthed along the outline in his boxers, licking along the clothed head.

“If you don’t suck me off properly, I’ll spank you again,” Jeongguk threatened.

Taehyung shivered at the thought of Jeongguk’s hands on him, leaving red marks wherever he touched, but that wasn’t what tonight was about. So he said a soft, “Sorry,” before tugging down his boxers, too. 

Jeongguk’s flushed length curved towards his stomach, a bead of precome already decorating his tip. Taehyung supposed his own tongue was to blame for that. Pleased with how hard he already was, Taehyung turned away to fish something else from their bedside drawer. He tossed a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs at Jeongguk.

“I can do it without hands,” he promised. “And this way I won’t touch myself.”

Jeongguk caught them, a slight smile on his lips. “Stand up then, kitten.”

He obliged just long enough for Jeongguk to fasten the handcuffs around his wrists, keeping his hands firmly behind him. Then he got to his knees again, pressing a wet kiss to the head of his cock. Since he no longer had his hands available, he’d have to get Jeongguk slick enough to deepthroat. Hopefully he wouldn’t mind a messy blowjob.

Taehyung started by licking long stripes up his length, base to tip. He flattened out his tongue, covering as much area as he could. He’d always liked the way Jeongguk tasted; musky enough to remind him that he was sucking cock but clean enough to reassure him that he showered every morning. It had been a big checkmark for him when they first started dating.

Once Jeongguk’s cock was slicked up with his spit, Taehyung circled the head with his tongue before taking it all the way in his mouth. Bobbing his head, he took him in further inch by inch, using his tongue to ease the slide. He heard Jeongguk inhale sharply when the tip hit the back of his throat. Gazing up at him through his lashes, Taehyung swallowed around him. They locked eyes, lust and pleasure burning in Jeongguk’s doe ones. Jeongguk’s grip on his leash tightened, pulling Taehyung farther onto his cock.

Arousal coursed through him at the action; he could feel himself straining against his lace panties. But his hands were firmly locked behind his back; he couldn’t reach between his legs to alleviate the pressure. So he settled for making Jeongguk feel as good as possible, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head to bring his cock in as deep as he could.

Taehyung noticed Jeongguk attempting to restrain himself from bucking his hips; he held the leash tightly in his hand but didn’t pull too much, and tangled his other hand in Taehyung’s hair. With a lewd pop, Taehyung slid off his cock.

“I want you to fuck my mouth until you come. Please, master?”

Jeongguk bit his lip at the offer, flushing it a pretty cherry. “Are you sure, kitten? You got all prepped for me.”

Taehyung nodded. “I love the way your cock feels, hot and heavy on my tongue. Please? I’ll finger myself later.”

“That’s what you want?” Jeongguk stroked his hair with love, always making sure they were both totally onboard with everything they did.

“That’s what I want,” Taehyung confirmed. And before he could argue the point any further, he licked one wet stripe along his length before taking him back into his mouth as far as he could go.

“Shit,” Jeongguk gasped, clinging onto Taehyung’s dark locks. “You feel so good, kitten.” He started thrusting into Taehyung’s mouth, sheathing his cock in his wet heat with every snap of his hips. The bell around his neck chimed with every thrust. Taehyung tried to make it as comfortable as possible, loosening his jaw and flattening his tongue as Jeongguk fucked him thoroughly. Jeongguk kept his hold on his hair, and eventually started pulling on his leash, too, burying himself as deep as he could. A filthy part of him liked feeling used like this, just a hole for Jeongguk to dominate and fuck any way he pleased.

Sometimes Jeongguk would snap his hips too fast or tug in a way that sent Taehyung choking, gagging on his cock, and every time Jeongguk moaned louder as Taehyung’s throat tightened around him, engulfing him completely in his slick warm walls. Spit had already gathered on his flushed lips and was beginning to leak from his mouth. He knew how messy he must look. Eyes wide, pupils blown with lust. Wet, florid lips. Saliva trailing down his chin.

Jeongguk must’ve been thinking along the same lines.

He was surprisingly composed compared to him as he praised, “You look so beautiful, Taehyungie. So pretty with your lips wrapped around me, drooling over my cock. Such a good kitten.”

Taehyung could only whimper around him, consumed by the ever-growing urge to feel some kind of relief on his own erection. His hands strained behind him, but there was nothing he could do. In desperation, he began rolling his hips, seeking friction from the floor against his panties. It helped, but only a little. Still, he continued to grind against the floor as he felt Jeongguk begin to tense.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna-”

Taehyung slid off of Jeongguk’s cock, begging, “Please come on my face, master. I want you to own me, show everyone who I belong to.” His voice, deep and raspy, sounded completely fucked out.

Jeongguk’s eyes darkened with desire. He grasped his cock, continuing to pump it as he gazed down at Taehyung helplessly trying to get himself off. “Say it, then, kitten. Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, master,” he moaned. “Just you, only yo-”

Streaks of white erupted from Jeongguk’s cock, painting his face. Sticky globs clung to his lips, his eyelashes, his cheeks. Taehyung swiped his lips with his tongue, trying to catch as much as he could, still rutting against the floor.

“Did so well, kitten,” Jeongguk praised, breathless. The rough grip in his hair loosened instead to gentle strokes through his dark locks. Finally, coming down from his orgasm, he noticed Taehyung’s desperation. “You gonna come just like that?” he teased, mischief glimmering alongside lust in his eyes.

Taehyung could only nod, eyes shut firmly as he focused on the friction against his cock and, if he rocked back in just the right way, the feeling of his tail’s plug dragging against his lube-slicked walls.

Jeongguk must’ve sat on the bed, tugging Taehyung by his leash. “Come up here and ride my thigh, kitten.”

His eyes flew open, Jeongguk’s come still clinging to his lashes. “R-really?”

He patted his thigh once, flexing his muscles for Taehyung to see what a perfect seat it would make. “Up,” he repeated with another, more insistent, pull on his collar.

Not one to disobey such a direct order, Taehyung hoisted himself onto the bed from his knees, Jeongguk catching him and settling him on his thigh. He held him in place tight, not letting him slip while his wrists were still cuffed. Eager, Taehyung mashed their lips together and grinded against his firm muscle, precome dripping from the peeking tip of his cock.

“You’re so messy, baby,” Jeongguk murmured against him. “Kissing me so sloppy while you’re covered in my come. Fucking yourself on my thigh in your damp pretty panties.”

Taehyung could only mewl, licking into his mouth as he picked up the pace of his uneven thrusts. It felt so good to finally alleviate the pressure between his legs, but torturous too, as he was practically humping Jeongguk for release. 

Of course, Jeongguk seemed to enjoy watching him fall apart. He sat back just enough to give himself a good view, eyeing Taehyung with lackadaisical hunger. His hand glided down Taehyung’s spine to squeeze his ass, kneading the soft skin beneath his fingers. And then his fingers dipped lower, and Taehyung gasped, throwing his head back when Jeongguk pulled just a little at the plug nestled between his cheeks. Watching his reaction, Jeongguk threaded his fingers in the faux fur of his tail and pulled again. Harder this time. Taehyung could feel the plug coming loose and he rocked his hips, trying to bring it back in just to feel something inside of him.

“Needy,” Jeongguk chastised, plunging the plug back in. Taehyung moaned, rutting harder against Jeongguk. Seeing his desperation, Jeongguk continued to thrust his tail in and out of him, reaching only far enough to frustrate him into grinding down even harder on his thigh. The plug just barely missed the spot Taehyung knew would make him cry, so he sought it eagerly by pushing back against his thrusts. He wrapped his legs tighter around Jeongguk’s thick muscle and let out pitiful whimpers every time he tugged on his leash.

Nothing could’ve made him last longer, and at that point, he didn’t really want to.

Taehyung came with a cry, decorating his stomach, Jeongguk’s shirt, and the skin between his legs with streaks of white. Jeongguk fucked him through his orgasm with the plug, only stopping to gently rub his back as Taehyung’s head fell to his shoulder.

“Did so well, kitten,” Jeongguk praised him. 

They stayed like that for a moment; Taehyung panting into his shoulder, Jeongguk massaging his back.

Finally, when energy seeped back into his limbs, Taehyung pressed small kisses to his neck and murmured, “Sorry I came on your shirt.”

Jeongguk laughed, unhooking the leash from his collar. “I don’t mind. It’s not like I don’t have twenty other shirts that look exactly the same.”

Taehyung hummed his agreement. “Uncuff me?”

“Since you asked so nicely.” He reached past Taehyung, fishing the key out from their bedside drawer and undoing the cuffs binding his wrists together. Free at last, Taehyung stretched, looping his arms around Jeongguk’s neck to kiss him properly. They were mostly lazy presses of their lips, too tired to do much more than that. Eventually, Jeongguk broke away to ask, “How was it for you?”

“Perfect. Exactly what I wanted. But, um...did you like it?”

Maybe he didn’t have as much fun as Taehyung did. Which, of course, was fine by him. It just meant they didn’t have to do it again. Still, he shyly examined Jeongguk’s collarbones.

Jeongguk tilted his chin up, forcing him to meet his warm gaze. “I liked it a lot. I think it’s safe to say that we can hold on to all of this.” He gestured to Taehyung’s outfit, hand running teasingly down his body.

“Yay,” Taehyung sighed in relief, chuckling as his breath faded. Their sex life had definitely improved since they started doing this, and it felt nice to know his husband enjoyed the same things he did. They were finding out quite a bit about each other, but all of it felt good. So far, both of them had been open to everything the other wanted to try, and there hadn’t been anything that ended badly. He liked doing this with Jeongguk, experimenting with him to find out what worked and what didn’t. It was exciting, and brought them closer.

Jeongguk kissed him once more, then asked, “You want me to give you a bath now, kitten?”

Shoving him playfully, Taehyung replied, “Only if master joins me,” yelping when Jeongguk scooped him up again.

Sometimes, he enjoyed the aftercare even more than the sex itself. Jeongguk was always so gentle and patient with him, massaging him everywhere he ached and letting Taehyung shampoo his hair with the strongest floral scents he could find. Occasionally they’d continue their events in the tub, but right now, they both just wanted to relax and be with each other. That had always been the best part. Nothing could be dull when they did it together, as sappy as it sounded. And that’s how Taehyung had always known Jeongguk was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He’d been lucky enough two years ago to make that permanent, and he knew, without a doubt, that they’d last as long as their vows decreed. Some people were simply made for each other. Intended to be together. And as he sat face to face with Jeongguk in their large bath, soapsuds clouding the water and feeling like velvet against his skin, he was reminded yet again that they were two of those fortunate few.

“Hey, Jeongguk-ah?” He flicked a bubble at him, laughing as it stuck in his hair.

Jeongguk flicked one right back. The brightest grin graced his face, showing off his cute bunny teeth. “Yeah, baby?”

“I love you.”

Engulfing him in a soapy hug, Jeongguk murmured, “I love you too.”

“Want a shoulder rub?”

Jeongguk sighed, already in the process of turning around. “I don’t deserve you.”

Taehyung dug the pads of his fingers into his husband’s shoulder blades, working out the tense knots that always gathered there. “On the contrary, I think we must’ve done something pretty incredible in a past life to deserve each other.”

“I bet you saved a country.”

“I bet you invented farming.”

“Nerd.”

“Dork.”

~*~*~

“I want to see three more sets of that, c’mon,” Jeongguk urged his trainees. “Step, step, turn, step, roll, snap, step, turn. We’ve been working on this for the past hour, I want to move on to something else for the second half.”

This class was entirely guys, right around their late teens, early twenties, which made them easy to intimidate when necessary, and therefore, agreeable. Jeongguk was known for being particularly stern, but he only acted that way because he wanted them to succeed. He saw enough kids get cycled into this system of desperation, all vying for the limelight, just to get spit back out again. But not a single trainee who went through his practices had been dropped, and he’d like to think that maybe he was doing something right by them.

Although, it was difficult to keep his mind focused on the routine he’d set when it kept wandering to one person. The same person it always wandered to, especially more recently. Kim Taehyung, the love of his life, and guaranteed to be the downfall of him. Their last little...venture had been five days ago, and he still hadn’t recovered from the sight of Taehyung all dolled up in his little kitten outfit, tight collar around his neck as he kneeled before Jeongguk like he’d been made to suck cock.

What occupied nearly as much space in his mind happened to be their next exploit that Jeongguk had drawn. It was one of Taehyung’s, scrawled in his pretty, but nearly illegible doctor’s handwriting.

Slutshaming, it read. And Jeongguk nearly choked while Taehyung just smiled at him sweetly, telling Jeongguk he’d “know when to do.” He’d gotten frighteningly more confident about the entire ordeal the longer they’d been doing it. They hadn’t discussed this particular kink since, but it intruded on Jeongguk’s every waking thought.

He was roused from his thoughts by a knock on the studio door. All of the dancers glanced that way, then quickly refocused on the routine, pretending as if they’d never noticed. Not wanting to give them the opportunity to slack off, Jeongguk called over the music, “Come in!”

The studio’s receptionist scurried into the room, keeping his eyes firmly off of the dancers and on Jeongguk. “Sorry to interrupt, sir,” he apologised, inclining his head.

“You’re not interrupting at all,” he reassured him. “And there’s no need to be so formal with me. Jeongguk is fine.”

“Ah, well,” the receptionist glanced nervously behind him. “Thank you, um, Jeongguk.”

Concerned, Jeongguk inquired, “Is something wrong?”

His eyes went wide as he shook his head. “No! No, nothing’s wrong. It’s just...your husband is here to see you.”

A wide grin flashed across Jeongguk’s face. Taehyung rarely visited him at work. But then it fell as he realised, “Do you mind asking him to hang around a bit? I still have an hour left of this session.”

“I-I tried to tell him that already, sir,” the receptionist stammered, already forgetting Jeongguk’s request to drop the formality. “It’s just...he, um, didn’t really seem keen on taking ‘no’ for an answer.”

Thoroughly perplexed now, Jeongguk pressed, “What do you mean?” Taehyung was always patient and understanding; that sounded rather out of character.

“Well he said, actually I can’t say it, but um-”

“Tell me what he said,” Jeongguk interrupted.

“Really, sir, I shouldn’t repeat it.”

“Just tell me. Word for word.” He had a feeling he knew where this was going.

Looking around the room desperately, the receptionist finally seemed to give up upon realising no one was going to save him. “He said, well, to quote him exactly, he said he got the afternoon off, so he wanted to spend it...um,” he swallowed nervously, mustering his courage to finish the statement. 

“His words, not yours,” Jeongguk reminded him.

“He wanted to spend it ‘bouncing on Jeonggukkie’s big cock’…” The receptionist rushed to finish the sentence, eyes focused firmly on the floor, red tinting his ears.

Jeongguk wasn’t the only one frozen by his words; several of his dancers stumbled, legs twisting as they fell into each other. Apparently, today was the day. Still, he didn’t expect him to be this shameless about it. Slowly, a smirk crept up his face, and he said, “Send him in. He can watch.” Turning to the trainees, he asked, “You guys don’t mind that, right? Maybe an audience will motivate you to finally master this.”

Mumbles of “Yes, sunbaenim,” reached his ears.

“Go ahead,” he dismissed the receptionist. He left the room with scarlet-painted cheeks, coming back moments later with someone else in tow who looked like Taehyung, but also not entirely Taehyung.

This Taehyung twitched his hips as he walked, long, sinful legs on full display in black, strappy heels, fishnets, and tight black jean shorts. At least his top half was more covered, clad in a flowing, shimmering pink shirt, the top two buttons popped open while a strip of black velvet encircled his throat.

Jeongguk forgot how to breathe.

“P-please enjoy the rest of your practice,” the receptionist bowed.

“He will,” Taehyung replied silkily, pressing a thank-you kiss to his cheek. 

Unable to stand seeing Taehyung’s lipgloss on his cheek, he snatched his husband’s hand and tugged him farther into the room. 

When he noticed the dancers staring, he snapped, “Well, keep going. You have someone to impress now, after all.”

The track looped back to its beginning, and his trainees were soon moving in sync again.

“Hi, Jeonggukkie,” Taehyung cooed, twirling a strand of Jeongguk’s hair around one of his slender, pretty fingers.

“Don’t hi Jeonggukkie me,” Jeongguk said through gritted teeth. Currently struggling not to react to the open invitation of Taehyung’s body, he tried to sound firm. He didn’t need his velvet voice lulling him in, too. “Go sit down and watch. Quietly.”

“I spend my one free afternoon getting all dressed up for you and you’re brushing me off for a bunch of university students,” Taehyung pouted, crossing his arms and tapping his foot.

Jeongguk fixed him with a stern glare. “I am working, Taehyung.”

Arching an eyebrow, Taehyung asked smugly, “Doesn’t feel very good, does it? Besides,” he sighed, spinning dramatically to go sit against the mirror. At least he made sure to stay out of the way. “I did lots of work before coming here.” Something devious glinted in his feline eyes. “Just for you.” Jeongguk had a guess as to what he was implying, further corroborated when Taehyung wriggled a bit as he sat.

Still, Jeongguk don’t forgive easily. He wholeheartedly intended to punish Taehyung for showing up at his work acting so needy. Today was clearly the day he’d decided to make good on their next exploit.

“Stay there until I’m done,” Jeongguk ordered, attention already back on his dancers who were doing their best to pretend like nothing was happening with their instructor.

“Yes, sir,” Taehyung said simperingly, mocking the receptionist.

Pausing the music, Jeongguk called out, “Alright, that’s enough of that. We’ll polish it on Thursday; I expect you all to practice individually or together until then. As for the rest of the day, I have a new routine I want you to learn. It utilizes a lot of the same movements you’ll be expected to adapt and perform if you stick with the company. I’ll show you twice. The first time, I just want you to watch me. The second time, I want you to try your best to mimic my movements. After that, I’ll break it down count by count. Got it?”

A chorus of, “Yes, sirs!” rang out throughout the room, followed by short bursts of laughter. Great, now he had an entire class of students furthering Taehyung’s teasing.

Jaw clenched, Jeongguk ignored them and turned the music back on. He sauntered to the front of the room, facing the large mirror that reflected everything back to him. The practice track he’d selected was good because it was versatile. It stayed in 4/4 time, making it adhere to most pop-oriented routines. More importantly, it was loud and electric, helping him drown out his trainees whispers and the embarrassment threatening to invade his cheerful mentality.

It became easier to ignore everything when he started dancing. Or at least, that was usually the case. Today, however, under Taehyung’s tempting scrutiny, Jeongguk found it harder and harder to keep his eyes on his movements, and not his husband’s self-satisfied face. He watched Jeongguk dance with unprecedented intensity, cherry bottom lip caught between his teeth. A smirk tugged at those lips when Taehyung realised Jeongguk had stopped paying attention to the mirror and had begun dancing for him instead.

He couldn’t help it; Taehyung wanted to show off so desperately, but they were currently in Jeongguk’s element. So, he’d just have to suck it up and wait his turn.

Except Taehyung didn’t quite see it that way.

As soon as he caught Jeongguk’s gaze, he refused to look away. Instead of just sitting like a normal person, he opened his legs wide, pulling one up to rest his elbow on. Twirling a strand of hair around his finger, his tongue poked out to wet his lips without breaking eye contact once.

Jeongguk arched an eyebrow, but didn’t stop dancing until he reached the end of the routine. He refused to mess up in front of his students just because Taehyung decided to act like a...well, like a slut. When he finished, he turned his back on Taehyung, intending to address his trainees.

But they weren’t looking at him.

They were looking past him to where Taehyung sat, mindlessly pulling at the collar of his shirt to show off the slew of hickeys Jeongguk had left on his neck, collarbones, and chest from their last kink escapade.

“Taehyung.”

His eyes flew to Jeongguk, coy smirk on his face. “Yes, Jeonggukkie?”

“If you can’t behave, I’ll make you wait in the car. I’m trying to teach a class.”

“I’m not doing anything.” Taehyung folded his arms, pouting. “Go ahead and teach your class.”

Suppressing the urge to land a good smack on his ass, Jeongguk refocused his attention where it was supposed to be.

“Is everyone ready to replicate the routine I just did?”

His trainees shifted guiltity, unable to admit that they hadn’t been paying attention.

“You should show us one more time,” one of his students suggested. “It was hard to catch everything with the...distractions in the room.”

Irritated, Jeongguk pressed, “And what distractions would those be?”

He gestured vaguely behind Jeongguk to where he knew Taehyung sat doing something undoubtedly inappropriate.

“Your dream is to perform in front of thousands of screaming fans, in stadiums that thrive on chaos. If you can’t handle this, then I fear for the success of your career.”

With that, Jeongguk began the music again, not giving them a chance to answer. He kept his eyes firmly off Taehyung as he went through the routine, instead trying to see just how much his trainees picked up. At least they paid more attention than he thought, and they were good at mimicking his movements on the fly.

“Jeonggukkie.” His name came out as a low whine, intended only for his ears. But he knew other people caught it, eyes flitting to him.

He chose to ignore his husband, now demonstrating the first count step by step.

“Jeonggukkie.” 

Without getting his permission, his gaze fell on Taehyung, who bit his lip just in time for Jeongguk to see, fluttering his lashes.

Glaring, he tore his gaze away and perhaps entered the step sequence he meant to showcase a little too quickly, stumbling as his feet hit the floor hard. Luckily, he caught himself, rotating out of the step.

“Careful, bunny,” Taehyung’s teasing lilt filled the room, cutting over the music. “I don’t wanna see you on my operating table again.”

“You’re a doctor?” an exclamation of disbelief came from one of his trainees.

“Mhm.” Taehyung was practically purring at this point. “Orthopaedic surgeon.”

Jeongguk sighed, coming to a stop. He knew that with Taehyung here, there was no point in trying to push his trainees to focus.

“But you’re so…”

Taehyung arched a perfectly-pencilled brow. “So what? And be careful what you say. Jeonggukkie’s a jealous little bunny.”

“Okay, that’s enough,” he interrupted harshly. “I can see nothing productive is going to happen today because you-” he jammed a finger at his husband, “-refuse to let me teach. And you-” back to his students, “-refuse to focus. You’re all dismissed. I expect nothing less than your best on Thursday.”

His students didn’t seem too upset with the turn of events. They gathered their things in a babble of chatter and left, with the same kid from earlier having the nerve to call, “Have fun with your husband, sir!” over his shoulder before disappearing out the door.

Furious, Jeongguk rounded on Taehyung, who was idly fingering the holes in his fishnets.

“Look at me.”

Taehyung glanced up, a sultry defiance in his eyes. “Hm?”

“What the hell was that about?” He took two steps closer to him, but Taehyung didn’t even blink.

“I wanted to see you.”

Jeongguk towered over him now, but it still felt like Taehyung held the power, staring up at him from the floor.

“Dressed like that? Kissing the receptionist? Disrespecting my authority in front of my students?”

“Did I do something wrong, Jeonggukkie?” he inquired with an innocent tilt of his head. His fingers brushed the legs of Jeongguk’s sweats.

Jeongguk caught his wrists, tugging him to his feet just to cage him in against the mirror. “I don’t know, baby. What do you think?”

Taehyung pretended to consider it, hand splayed across Jeongguk’s chest. “I think I want you to stop thinking so much and fuck me against this mirror instead.”

“You’re absolutely shameless, you know that?” Jeongguk’s hands fell to Taehyung’s hair and waist, holding on tight to murmur in his ear. “Such a little-”

The word rested on his tongue, but he didn’t know if Taehyung wanted him to say it.

“A little what?” Taehyung sounded breathless.

“A little slut,” he finished, dragging the lobe of his ear between his teeth.

Taehyung sighed, head thrown back against the mirror. “Just for you, Jeonggukkie.”

Jeongguk knew he only had twenty minutes before his class technically came to an end and another instructor occupied the studio. They had to make this fast.

He released Taehyung only long enough to lock the door, then returned, hands immediately flying to the button on his black shorts.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Taehyung made no move to stop him, however, a cocky smile on his face.

Jeongguk undid his zipper, forcing the shorts down. “Since you decided this had to happen here instead of at home where I could take care of you properly, I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, just the way you like it.”

“Yes, please.” Taehyung stepped out of his shorts, grin spreading as Jeongguk stared at him in astonishment. “I thought underwear would get in the way,” he said, trying to explain why he wore nothing beneath his fishnets.

“Slut,” Jeongguk growled. “Bet you’re even prepped for me, too, aren’t you?”

Taehyung spread his legs wide for Jeongguk to see. His favourite plug glittered between his cheeks, exactly where Jeongguk expected it to be.

“Always ready for your cock, Jeonggukkie.” He sounded proud as he spoke, already hard against his fishnets.

Jeongguk bunched up Taehyung’s shirt to tease him with his tongue, enjoying the needy whines that fell from his lips as he attached to a nipple, toying with it until it was red. Taehyung’s hand fisted in his hair. “I can’t believe you. Showing up at my work dressed like this. No underwear to restrain your pretty cock, princess plug already holding yourself open for me.” Distracting him with his tongue, he reached between Taehyung’s legs and gave his plug a tug. 

The gasp he elicited from Taehyung felt warm against his ear. As soon as the plug was on the floor, warm wetness spilled from his entrance, coating Jeongguk’s fingertips and the netting perfectly molded to his perky ass.

“Always so messy,” Jeongguk chided, slipping in two fingers. He felt looser than usual, sucking in his digits right away. Without hesitation, he slid in a third finger and stretched him until his whines transformed into desperate moans. “It’s a shame this room isn’t sound proof. I bet everyone outside can hear you moaning like a whore just from my fingers.”

Taehyung rocked back on his fingers, trying to take them in farther. “I want them to hear,” he panted. “I want them to know how good you can fuck me. Please? Fuck your little slut, Jeonggukkie. Teach me a lesson. Your fingers aren’t enough. I want it to hurt.”

Jeongguk thrust his fingers in quickly, biting down just enough on Taehyung’s neck to make him whimper. He sucked a rough mark there, one he knew would last throughout the week. Gathering Taehyung’s wrists from his hair, he guided his hands to the front of his sweats. Taehyung didn’t waste any time in palming him through the thin fabric, grinding his own erection against Jeongguk’s clothed one. The friction felt incredible; he dropped Taehyung’s shirt in favour of gripping his ass, eliminating the space between their bodies. Fishnet dug into his palms, but he didn’t care. He sought Taehyung’s cherry lips, gloss smearing along his own.

Hands slipping into the waistband of his sweats and Calvin Klein’s, Taehyung tugged them down to mid-thigh. With a hand wrapped around his length, Taehyung pumped him to full hardness. He always knew just the right way to flick his wrist, forming such a perfect tight circle for Jeongguk to buck into. As soon as precome began to dot the tip, Taehyung began guiding him between his legs.

But Jeongguk had other ideas. He wrapped his arms around Taehyung’s waist, lifting him up and slamming his body against the mirror. Taehyung gasped into his mouth, crossing his ankles behind Jeongguk. He gripped Jeongguk’s length tighter, the nails of his other hand digging into his shoulder blades.

“Want to leave an imprint of your plump little ass on this mirror, slut?” Jeongguk asked, sliding his hands down to spread his fishnets wider.

“Mhm,” Taehyung purred. “I want you to fuck me so hard we break it.” Without warning, he lined himself up and sank down on Jeongguk’s cock, sighing in satisfaction at the sensation of being full.

Jeongguk couldn’t help but place his lips on Taehyung’s neck again, worshipping his golden skin as he began to thrust up slowly into him.

The slide felt wetter than usual, as if Taehyung had fingered himself open using the rest of their lube. Wetness trickled down his thighs and slicked up Jeongguk’s cock. Every sound became filthier, amplified by the sloppiness of it all. His fishnets dragged deliciously against Jeongguk every time he pulled out just to bury himself in again.

He would never get bored of this; his tight heat taking him in so well, feeling like he’d been shaped exactly to fit with Jeongguk like a puzzle piece, Taehyung’s arms around his neck as he rolled his hips back to meet his thrusts, deep melodic whimpers, skin against skin, and his own desperate groans echoing throughout the studio.

With every snap of his hips, Taehyung tightened his hold on him and clenched around his cock. This angle allowed Jeongguk to aim deeper than usual, and he used this to his advantage. His thrusts were faster and rougher, pounding into Taehyung mercilessly.

Taehyung’s threw his head back against the mirror, eyes closed and mouth open in ecstasy. He could see himself in the reflection, too. His messy dark hair hanging in his eyes from Taehyung’s grip, his arms flexing to hold Taehyung up, desire heavy in his eyes. The glass shook beneath their relentless movement.

“Harder,” Taehyung urged, word coming out between gasps. 

Jeongguk licked a stripe up his neck, latching on just below his jaw. “Show me what a good cockslut you are. Beg.”

“Fuck.” Taehyung’s head dropped to his shoulder. “Please,” he whined breathily. “Fuck me harder.”

Humming his contentment, he did exactly what Taehyung requested. He drew out until just the head of his cock caught on Taehyung’s rim, then slammed back into him. Taehyung moaned, loud and shameless.

“Again. Please, please, again!”

Not one to deny his baby anything, Jeongguk repeated the action. Every thrust sent pleasure coursing through him, racing up his sensitive cock and spreading through his stomach. He could feel it building within him. Tugging down Taehyung’s fishnets, he wrapped a hand around his flushed erection, supporting him with just one arm.

“Fuck, yes.” Taehyung thrust into Jeongguk’s hand, bouncing on his cock. “You fuck me so well, Jeonggukkie. Wanna be your whore forever.” He sounded completely fucked out, eyes shut in bliss.

“You are,” Jeongguk growled, pumping him faster and spreading his precome along his length. “My gorgeous whore forever. You only get like this for me, right baby?”

“O-only you.” His voice stuttered as he made his promise, and he thrust into the circle of Jeongguk’s hand one last time before releasing. Come spurted out, coating his knuckles, and Jeongguk used the slick cloudy liquid to continue jerking him off messily as he chased his own orgasm.

It didn’t take long. Not with Taehyung mewling in overstimulation, impossibly tight around him. He came in rapid bursts, moaning Taehyung’s name as he filled him with his come. 

Taehyung locked his ankles to pull Jeongguk in closer, kissing him fervently while they both came down from their highs.

Finally, Taehyung broke their kiss, chuckling, “Shame we didn’t shatter the mirror.”

Jeongguk rolled his eyes, gently setting his husband down to stand on his own two legs. To avoid making an even bigger mess, he slipped his plug back in with careful fingers. “If you want to pay to replace it, then next time, be my guest.”

Taehyung quirked a mischievous eyebrow. “Next time, huh?”

“You know what I mean.” Jeongguk went to stroke his jaw, but noticed the stickiness coating his fingers. “Look what you did,” he complained, holding his hand up for him to see.

“Want me to clean up?” Taehyung purred, taking Jeongguk’s fingers into his mouth one by one and sucking them clean.

Jeongguk watched him with poorly contained fascination, proud that he could really call this beautiful man his. “My baby’s a cumslut, too, huh?”

“Mhm,” Taehyung hummed around his fingers. “I have to run a couple of errands. Bank, groceries, post office, all the fun stuff. I won’t have time to change in between. Hope you don’t mind.”

The thought of Taehyung doing his errands dressed like a camboy and filled with his come washed him with an undeniable sense of pleasure and possessiveness. “Only if you let me join you.”

Already tugging his shorts back on, Taehyung remarked, “Hm, I don’t think so. I kind of like the thought of you waiting for me to come home, knowing exactly what I look like as I go out, and getting ready to pick our next duck when I get back.”

Jeongguk pulled his own underwear and sweats back up, tucking himself in neatly. “You really don’t want my company?”

Taehyung kissed his cheek, surprisingly sweet. “I always want your company, Jeonggukkie. But we took both cars, and I don’t want to waste gas driving around town. I’ll meet you at home, okay?”

“Okay,” he finally relented, kissing Taehyung properly. “But you’d better wear that wedding ring loud and proud.”

“Always do, bunny.” Taehyung headed for the door, calling over his shoulder, “Also, you might want to take a paper towel to the floor or something, one of us got come on it.” 

“Definitely you!” Jeongguk called after him, basking in the sound of Taehyung’s laughter until the shutting door cut him off.

He had no idea how he was supposed to explain the afternoon’s events to the receptionist or his students, but after an orgasm like that, he didn’t really care. If it came up, he’d just explain that his husband had needs. Admittedly, somewhat slutty needs. But certainly not ones he minded taking care of.

~*~*~

Taehyung arrived home about two hours later, bursting in through the unlocked front door and plopping his grocery bags on the counter. He felt sticky all over, and really, he wanted nothing more than to start something simple for dinner and jump in the shower while it cooked.

“Jeonggukkie!” His voice filled the airy room, echoing throughout the kitchen and living room. “Come help me!”

The petulant whine of “But ducks!” came from their bedroom.

“Ducks later! I want to take a shower, I’ve been holding your come in for like, two hours.”

His husband darted out to the kitchen in record time, arms wrapped around his waist in a back hug as he murmured, “That’s kinda hot, you know.”

“No, it’s sticky. And I’ve been stretched for even longer. Give my poor ass a break, and help me make dinner.”

Jeongguk placed a kiss on the top of his head before sifting through the bags on the counter. “Bulgogi?”

“That’s what I was thinking, yeah. Is that okay?”

“It’s perfect. Go get in the shower, I’ll take care of this.”

Taehyung frowned, pulling out ingredients. “No, it’s fine. I want to help.”

“Seriously, babe, I’ve got it.”

His heart shouldn’t flutter this much after so many years of being together.

Still, he argued, wanting to do his part. “It won’t take long.”

Jeongguk fixed him with a daring look. “Don’t make me carry you into that shower, Taehyung.”

“I-” He sighed in defeat, knowing Jeongguk was impossible to debate against. “Fine. But don’t go overboard and try to make it too complicated again. Just...just normal bulgogi, okay?”

“No promises,” Jeongguk said cheerfully, flashing him a toothy grin.

“Dork, Taehyung muttered, squeezing his bicep as he passed him. “I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“Take as long as you need.” And with that, Jeongguk set to work, pulling out their pre-marinated beef from last night’s stew, and singing quietly to himself.

Taehyung’s shower passed by quickly, but brought him some much needed relief. The hot water worked wonders on his tense muscles and soothed the ache building between his legs. When he exited their bedroom in soft, silky pajamas, his stomach immediately grumbled, goaded on by the scent of finished bulgogi.

“I love you,” he declared dramatically, lips pressed to Jeongguk’s nape as he completed dishing up their plates.

“I’d hope so,” he chuckled in response and carried everything to the dining table.

Sex was great, but sometimes, a relaxing dinner with your husband was even better. They talked about nothing and everything, going over the parts of their days that didn’t include each other. Jeongguk had a particularly brutal shoulder workout session; Taehyung had a long arthroplasty, made more frustrating by blunders from his doctor in training. Not that he had a right to be so annoyed; that had been him not too long ago. But still, mistakes during surgery carried heavy consequences.

More pleasant topics came up, too.

“Jimin and Hoseok-hyung want to do dinner tomorrow.” Taehyung recalled Jimin’s plea for a double date night just as they were finishing up eating.

“Sounds good to me. I get off work around four.”

“Sweet, I finish at five. Unless they need me for something else, of course, but I’d like to think my schedule will stick. Jimin and I can probably carpool to the restaurant if you don’t mind dropping me off at the hospital in the morning.”

“That works,” Jeongguk agreed. “You start at seven?”

“Six,” Taehyung informed him with mock joy. “I can’t wait.”

“At least you’re not working twenty-eight hour shifts any more.”

Taehyung sighed, collecting their plates. “That’s true. Worst months of my life. Internships are disgusting.”

Jeongguk chuckled, chair scraping against the floor as he headed into the kitchen to put away their leftovers. “But you were so pleasant to be around.”

“I was a nightmare,” Taehyung admitted. “I still...you know, I’m still so grateful that you stuck with me through that. I know it wasn’t easy.” He had his back to Jeongguk, scrubbing dishes under the warm, soapy water, but he could feel his husband’s eyes on him.

“Every second with you was worth every hour we spent apart,” he told him softly. “You’re the love of my life. You know that. There’s no way I was going to give us up just because you chose to pursue your dream. And it all worked out in the end.”

“Yeah.” Taehyung smiled at him over his shoulder. “It did, didn’t it?”

“Of course it did. Nothing was gonna stop us, baby.” Jeongguk moved into place behind him, nuzzling his neck as he finished rinsing the last dish and placed it in the dishwasher. “Duck time?”

Taehyung could feel his own laughter against Jeongguk’s firm body. “Sure, bunny. Duck time.” Jeongguk led him by the hand back to their bedroom, fingers intertwined. “You’re insatiable, you know that?” he informed him the moment he sat on their bed.

Jeongguk shrugged, smile in place while he examined the fish tank. “It’s like Christmas but with sex. It’s Sexmas.”

“Oh my gosh, don’t call it Sexmas. Pick a duck.”

Biting his lower lip in concentration, Jeongguk analysed his options before plucking a duck that resided towards the far corner of the tank.

Before he read it, though, he suddenly had an idea. “Wait, you know what would be fun?”

“What?”

“If we picked two and tried to combine them somehow. Make a kink hybrid.”

Taehyung massaged his temple in exasperation. “You’re so…”

“Sexy? Brilliant? Genius?”

“I- yup, I was totally going for all of those.”

“I know,” Jeongguk informed him smugly. “So is that a yes?”

Taehyung couldn’t turn down his enthusiasm. “Why not?”

Clapping happily, Jeongguk retrieved another duck and held both in his palms, flipping them upside down.

The face he always made as soon as he read their contents never failed to make Taehyung nervous.

“Oh, this should be fun. And way too easy.”

Curious now, Taehyung inquired, “Well, come on. What do they say?”

The bases of both ducks contained different handwritings. The first one was his own barely legible script, reading Wireless vibrator while the second one held Jeongguk’s clearer handwriting, the words Public Humiliation looking up at him far too innocently.

“Jeon Jeongguk!” Taehyung exclaimed, immediately chastising him. “I- you- really?”

His husband just grinned, setting the ducks on their bedside table. “We talked about limits. You approved this,” he reminded him, not showing even a trace of remorse.

“I didn’t know I was approving my own doom,” Taehyung muttered.

Jeongguk laid back on their bed, arms crossed in perfect nonchalance behind his head. “Dinner with Jimin-hyung and Hoseok-hyung should be really fun.”

“No! You can’t be thinking-”

“I’ll pick it up for you during my lunch break and drop it off so you can get ready before dinner,” Jeongguk decided, completely tuning him out. “What colour do you want? And shape? Do you want it to look like a cock or just one of those cute cylindrical ones? Isn’t there like egg ones, too? And wands?”

Taehyung could feel pink creeping up his cheeks, and he felt furious that something like this could make him blush. He was a grown man with a grown husband and grown sexual fantasies. But there was something inherently filthy about this that made him rub his neck in embarrassment.

“You’re shameless, you know that?” he informed Jeongguk.

He raised his hands in defense. “I’m just talking about vibrators. Which was your suggestion, might I add. I just happened to have provided you with a setting. You’re welcome.”

Taehyung didn’t know how to retaliate, so he just let out a long exhale, collapsing beside him. “Surprise me,” he eventually decided. “I feel so bad for Jimin and Hoseok-hyung, though. What if they figure it out?”

“Knowing both of them, they’re probably monsters in the bedroom. Worse than us, that’s for sure. So if they figured it out, I bet they’d just make a few jokes and be mildly impressed by your composure. If you can keep yourself composed, of course.”

Rolling over to face him, Taehyung arched his brows. “Is that a challenge?”

Jeongguk matched his expression. “Do you want it to be?”

“Maybe a little,” Taehyung mumbled. “Makes me feel better about the whole thing.”

A hand came up to caress his cheek. “If you really don’t want to do it baby, we don’t have to. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

Taehyung tilted his head, kissing Jeongguk’s palm. “No, I’m just being dramatic. I think it could be fun. If we don’t get caught.”

“Guess that’s the goal then, isn’t it?”

“I guess so,” he chuckled. “Movie on the couch and then bed?”

Jeongguk squished his cheeks. “You read my mind.”

~*~*~

He thought he’d mentally prepared himself for this; he didn’t. It was one thing when Jeongguk showed up to his work with a discreet box in hand and a self-satisfied smirk on his face. It was a whole different thing when Taehyung spent ten minutes in the private restroom by his office after he clocked out, fingering himself open with a travel bottle of lube to slide a purple vibrating wand into his hole. At least all of these sexcapades had done one thing; he took less and less time to prep since their activity became more and more frequent.

“Are you taking a shit or something?” a loud voice called, knuckles rapping on the door. “You’ve been in there forever. C’mon, our reservation is in twenty minutes.”

Taehyung shoved his hands under the sink, coating them in vanilla soap to rinse out the scent of strawberry. “Relax, I’m coming.” Opening the door, he fixed Jimin with a stern glare. “You’re terrible with hospital etiquette, you know that?”

Jimin shrugged, giving him a lopsided grin. “We’re not on duty anymore, it’s fine.”

“‘It’s fine,’ the nurse says as he cusses in the middle of a hospital,” Taehyung snorted, following him down the hall to the elevator bank. Jeongguk had the remote, so for now, he just had to stand in anxious anticipation pretending like everything was totally normal.

“At least I didn’t take an hour in the restroom.”

A ding announced the lift’s arrival, just in time for Taehyung to playfully shove Jimin inside. “I didn’t take an hour.”

“Whatever you say, Doctor Kim.”

They bickered all the way downstairs, carrying them to Jimin’s gold Mercedes. 

Finally, Jimin dropped their argument in favour of asking, “So, how’s Jeongguk’s knee doing?”

“Healing well, thank goodness.”

“Bet those four weeks were rough,” Jimin teased.

“Ugh, you have no idea. My throat started to hurt from the amount of blowjobs I was giving. And at the weirdest angles, too.”

“I’d say tmi but like, you listened to my entire documentary from the time Hoseok fractured his pelvis and literally couldn’t fuck for two months, so go ahead.”

Taehyung laughed, gazing out the window as city blocks flashed past them. The memory of Jimin whining in his ear about not getting dicked down properly while he tried to go over diagnostics remained unfortunately quite vivid.

“Actually, since he’s recovered, we’ve been having some really good sex,” he admitted. “Better than usual. And more often.”

Of course, just as he said that, Jimin took a speed bump too quickly and jolted the car, pressing the tip of the wand right against his prostate. A high-pitched gasp escaped him, but thankfully, Jimin just thought he’d been startled.

“Sorry, sorry! Who the hell puts a speed bump right before an intersection? Anyways, good how?”

Taehyung shrugged, not quite daring enough to look his way. “We’ve just been trying some new things out, I don’t know. Just to spice it up a little.”

Jimin glanced at him, mischief in his eyes. “Anything super kinky?”

He squirmed a little at how direct the question felt with a vibrator in his ass.

“Probably not compared to you and Hoseok-hyung,” he deflected.

“I’m telling you, you haven’t lived until you make a bingo game out of getting it on in public restrooms.”

Taehyung groaned, shutting his eyes. “That’s so ridiculously on brand for you guys.”

“Gotta keep it exciting somehow,” he remarked cheerfully. “Oh, I think this is the place.”

They parked alongside a curb in the busier part of Gwanak-gu, right in front of a modern-looking ramyeon bar. Purple lights illuminated the sign and lined the large windows. Taehyung could already see Jeongguk’s car parked a ways down from theirs, meaning he should’ve checked into their reservation for them.

“Jeongguk is pumped, he’s been wanting to check this place out for weeks.”

“I’d be surprised if he hasn’t eaten the entire menu yet,” Jimin joked, leading the way inside. He gave Hoseok’s name to the host, who pointed them towards the back of the restaurant where both of their partners were seated. Neither Jimin nor Hoseok had popped the question yet, but Taehyung and Jeongguk had both placed bets on the next few months.

“Hey, baby!” Jeongguk waved them over as soon as he spotted them. He looked fantastic as usual, business-casual in all black. “Oh, and midget.”

“Still not afraid to cut you, Jeon Jeongguk,” Jimin threatened sweetly. Hoseok cackled at their interaction, drawing out the seat next to him for Jimin. 

He placed a quick kiss on Jimin’s cheek. “Save the cutting for after dinner, maybe? How are you guys doing?”

“Exhausted,” they complained simultaneously. Taehyung plopped down into the chair beside Jeongguk, immediately regretting his decision as the vibrator pushed further into him. His husband didn’t miss the face he made, a dangerous smirk curving at his pouty lips.

“Good thing we’re gonna have a relaxing evening then, isn’t it?”

The words would’ve sounded innocent coming from anyone else, under any other circumstances. But instead, they filled Taehyung with a conflicting sense of eagerness and dread.

And suddenly, he couldn’t think about anything else.

A low vibration came from deep within him, light enough to border on the verge between arousing and annoying. Taehyung grasped the edge of the table, shooting Jeongguk a sharp look.

“Right, baby?” he had the nerve to ask, doe eyes warm and devious.

Taehyung could just see his hand peeking out of his jacket pocket. Sadist.

“Right,” he affirmed, feigning a soft smile. 

Quickly, he realised this entire ordeal was a game for Jeongguk. Every time he opened his mouth to speak, whether to Jimin, Hoseok, or their waiter, Jeongguk would spike the intensity until Taehyung was talking through gritted teeth, knuckles turning white from how tight he’d grasp the edge of the table.

The sensations coursing through him were both torturous and absolute bliss. Whenever Jeongguk pushed the wand up to its higher settings, Taehyung had to suppress the urge to just moan and lean his head back on his chair, letting the vibrations control his every nerve-ending. He knew he had the table to thank for containing his erection, undoubtedly visible through the black jeans he’d changed into after work.

And Jeongguk kept the most shit-eating grin on his face the entire time. Taehyung felt the strongest inclination to smack it off his face, but thankfully he kept his hands to himself.

“So the kid that transferred into my program from yours is an absolute nightmare,” Hoseok informed Jeongguk as Jimin and Taehyung moved on from their (agonising for him) conversation about the hospital’s switch from morphine to a peptide-based painkiller.

Jeongguk took a sip of his soju, noting, “I know, that’s why he ended up leaving mine. I told him I wasn’t going to put up with any more bullshit, but instead of handling it like an adult, he somehow pulled some strings to get moved into your classes instead.”

“Is this the guy who knocked over your audio equipment the day you hurt your knee?” Taehyung inquired, breath hitching in his throat as he felt the vibration increase. He unconsciously rocked his hips back in his chair, bringing the sensation in deeper to hit him in just the right spot. Of course Jeongguk noticed, cocking an eyebrow as he pushed it up another notch. Taehyung hissed, squeezing his thigh under the table with unforgiving fingers.

Jeongguk just laced their fingers together, replying, “Yeah, that’s the guy. Are you feeling okay, Taehyungie?”

Smug bastard.

“I’m great,” Taehyung responded, biting his cheek. At least enough ambient noise filled the restaurant to distract from the subtle hum he knew must be coming from his chair.

“Are you sure?” Jimin pressed, concern etched into his face. “You’ve seemed a little tense since we got here.”

Taehyung shook his head. “Really, I’m good. Just a little tired.”

Luckily, he was spared from answering any more questions by the arrival of their noodles. Spoons and chopsticks clinked against melamine bowls as they dug into their food, exchanging jokes and generally catching up with each other. Taehyung had just begun to think Jeongguk forgot about their game, left on the first setting, until he practically dropped his chopsticks with a rapid surge of intensity, thrumming through his core. An embarrassing sound slipped between his lips, and he bit down harshly to stop anything else from escaping.

All three pairs of eyes were on him; two were questioning, one simply arrogant with satisfaction. “Sorry,” he chuckled, attempting to compose himself. “This is just the best chicken katsu I’ve had. You’re welcome to try it.” He extended his bowl to Jimin who accepted the offer eagerly, and he managed to keep his hands from shaking.

“Damn, that is good,” Jimin exclaimed. “Hyung, you’ve gotta try this.”

While they were occupied with his ramyeon, Taehyung leaned over to whisper in Jeongguk’s ear, “I’m never forgiving you for this.”

Jeongguk’s thumb brushed against the remote, sending another wave of pleasure through him. Taehyung felt himself flush pink, panting from the stimulation.

“Really? Because it looks to me like you’re rather enjoying yourself.”

It was becoming harder and harder not to grind against his chair. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered.

“What are you two whispering about over there?” Hoseok interjected, carefully passing Taehyung’s ramyeon back. 

Taehyung quickly said “Nothing!” at the same time Jeongguk said “Twenty thousand won and I’ll tell you.”

“You will not,” Taehyung snapped. 

Jeongguk cocked his head, and suddenly the wand’s vibration became unbearably intense. He could feel it everywhere inside of him, and a wetness began to dot the front of his underwear. “I won’t?”

Rushing to his feet, Taehyung stumbled over a hasty “Bathroom!” before taking off in the direction of the men’s room. He could only hope the restaurant’s other patrons and waitstaff didn’t notice his desperate breaths, prominent bulge, or the tears clinging to his lashes as he finally pushed through the restroom door.

Someone must’ve heard his wishes; the black mica-tiled room was thankfully empty. Taehyung braced himself against the sink, gazing helplessly at his own expression. How Jimin and Hoseok didn’t notice his dilemma, he had no idea. It was written plain on his face, evident in his large pupils, flushed cheeks, and red lips. He looked absolutely wrecked.

In here, he could no longer hide behind the restaurant’s white noise. An unmistakable hum reverberated throughout the room, and Taehyung clenched around the wand, instinctively trying to muffle the sound.

He had two options: get himself off now and try to pretend like nothing happened, or turn right back around to their table and sit through the rest of dinner with an obvious boner.

Or the magical third option, that his husband decided to present to him at that very moment. The door suddenly opened, and Taehyung frantically attempted to cover himself, pressing his crotch against the sink as if he were leaning in to examine his reflection.

“I didn’t think you came in here to check your hair,” a sweet tenor voice teased him. The vibrator immediately turned down to its lowest setting once more.

Taehyung whirled around, jamming a finger to his chest. “Jeon Jeongguk, you absolute brat. You have some nerve coming in here after everything you’ve pulled tonight.”

Jeongguk seemed more taken aback by his response than he expected. “Am I in trouble?”

“Oh, you will be,” Taehyung replied with honeyed venom. “We only have two ducks left, and I know exactly what’s written on my last one. You better pray for mercy when the time comes, bunny.”

“Fuck.” Jeongguk drew him close by his hips. “I can’t wait. I’m sorry for messing with you so much during dinner. Let me make it up to you, okay?”

“Here?”

“Yes,” he replied, lips meeting his own. “Here. C’mon, it’ll be fun. Then we can say we hit this place before Jimin and Hoseok.”

“Did Hoseok tell you about their public restaurant bingo?”

“Unfortunately,” Jeongguk said with a laugh, leading him into one of the stalls. They shut and locked it firmly, but it didn’t take away the rush of adrenaline the thought of being caught gave him. “How do you want to do this?”

“Blast that remote and get on your knees-” And then Taehyung remembered Jeongguk’s injury. “Fuck, wait, don’t get on your knees. Come here.” He backed up against the wall, dragging Jeongguk with him by the shoulders. Immediately, his hands fell to the front of his jeans to find him already hard. “Has this been turning you on?”

“Watching my husband come apart from the vibrator in his ass during dinner with our friends, and I’m the only one who knows what’s happening? Obviously I’m turned on. And it helps that I’m the one in control of the remote.” Jeongguk accentuated his point as he spoke. Taehyung had to clutch his bicep for support as he dialed up the intensity, vibrator dragging deliciously against his walls. 

He clenched around it, unconsciously seeking more. “Fuck,” he panted, now leaning fully on Jeongguk. Struggling to remain coherent from the extended stimulation, he fumbled with Jeongguk’s button and zipper, finally yanking both his underwear and jeans down past his muscular thighs.

Taehyung had to stop himself from drooling at the sight of his stiff erection. It wouldn’t be fair to blame him; his mind had been occupied by sex for hours now, making him more desperate. With eager hands, he freed his own length, and spit into his palm, slicking up his fingers with his tongue.

As soon as he wrapped both of their cocks in a tight wet grip, Jeongguk’s mouth was on his own. Their kiss became sloppy with need, all twisting tongues and clashing teeth, but they didn’t care. Taehyung began pumping both of them, and the friction felt like nothing he’d ever experienced. Jeongguk’s cock felt so good against his own, thicker, but not quite as long, and a lustful red to his pink.

Taehyung swallowed the moan that escaped Jeongguk’s lips. A rough hand fisted in his hair while another fell to his ass, holding him in place against the stall. But nothing compared to the sensation of the vibrator, coaxing pearls of precome from his cock. He swiped along both their slits, gathering as much of the sticky fluid as he could to make the slide even filthier.

Jeongguk kissed down his cheek, along his jaw, and to his neck, sucking purple marks everywhere he could. With a whimper, Taehyung increased his pace and began thrusting up into the tight circle his hand made. Soon enough, Jeongguk was copying his movements as he painted his trail of hickeys across Taehyung’s collarbones, shoving aside his white long-sleeve to reach his shoulders.

Under the stimulation from the vibrator and his own hand, Taehyung came first. His head knocked against the stall as he threw it back, but he was experiencing too much pleasure to even register the pain. Jeongguk took over for him while he recovered, using his ropes of come to jerk both of their cocks. He milked Taehyung for all he was worth, simultaneously achieving his own orgasm.

There were too many sensations occurring around and within him all at once. Taehyung tugged faintly on Jeongguk’s bicep, and he got the message immediately. The vibrator slowed, decreasing in intensity, until it finally switched off.

He breathed a sigh of relief, forehead falling onto Jeongguk’s shoulder. “Fuck.”

“Fuck,” Jeongguk agreed, stroking his hair.

“I don’t think I’ve ever came that fast before.”

“Me neither. Maybe the hyungs are right, and there really is something different about doing it in a public restroom.”

“Really?” Taehyung groaned into the dip of his shirt. “You had to bring them up already?”

Jeongguk laughed against him, rubbing down his back. “Sorry. Just saying what’s in my head. They’re probably waiting for us, though.”

“You’re probably right.” With a resigned huff, Taehyung tugged two wads of toilet paper from the dispenser beside them, and cleaned them both up. “I’m just supposed to keep this in until we leave, aren’t I?”

“Afraid so,” Jeongguk replied with far too much enthusiasm. He reached forward, tucking Taehyung back into his underwear and jeans before taking care of himself. “Unless you want to stick it in your back pocket.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes and unlocked the stall. “Tempting, but I think I’ll pass.”

“Pity, I was looking forward to you making a fashion statement.”

“I don’t know if the world is ready for that one yet, Jeonggukkie,” he informed him as he ran his hands under the sink’s hot water.

Jeongguk rinsed off in the sink beside him. “Eventually,” he feigned a forlorn exhale. Ever the gentleman, he held the door open for Taehyung to exit through.

Two pairs of expectant eyes watched every step of their shameful return.

Jimin tilted his glass their way. “Fun, isn’t it?”

“Shut up,” Taehyung muttered, sliding back into his seat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You could’ve at least waited for us to leave before trying our idea,” Hoseok sniffed.

“Sometimes you’ve gotta compromise when your baby’s needy,” Jeongguk said with a shrug.

Taehyung smacked him lightly on the shoulder. “You’re so utterly shameless! And thanks to you, my noodles are cold.”

Jeongguk arched an eyebrow. “That’s not what you were saying five minutes ago.”

Jimin offered him his hand in a loud high-five, both officially members of the lacking-decorum club.

“Okay, moving on, please,” Taehyung pleaded. “Hoseok-hyung?”

Hoseok flashed him a cheerful grin. “Don’t worry, Taehyungie, I’ve got you. Jeonggukkie, have you listened to IU’s new release yet?”

Jeongguk immediately stopped his antics with Jimin, launching into an in-depth analysis of every song on his favourite idol’s new album. Taehyung was content to just sit back and finish his room-temperature ramyeon. And surprisingly, everything felt normal despite them having just jerked off together in the restaurant’s bathroom. Maybe Hoseok and Jimin were onto something, after all.

~*~*~

The world changed when Taehyung went away. Jeongguk knew it had been coming. They’d talked about little else for the past couple of days, seeing as Taehyung needed help packing and getting all of his work details in order. It truly wasn’t that big of a deal; Taehyung just had to go to Busan for four days to assist in their ICU. They were short staffed on surgeons from having to send doctors to Japan after a minor hurricane hit the north coast, so Taehyung had been called in to help out. Really, all of it was standard protocol in the medical field.

That didn’t mean Jeongguk couldn’t miss him.

So he did miss him.

A lot.

So much, in fact, that he’d taken to wearing Taehyung’s hoodies to teach, cooking japchae because it was Taehyung’s favourite, and rewatching old animes that Taehyung loved.

They hadn’t been apart for this long since Taehyung finished his residency, and Jeongguk was going through withdrawals.

Sue him.

Yes, Taehyung texted every chance he got. Yes, he called once a night to make sure Jeongguk remained living and fed. Yes, this was the perfect opportunity to do Jeongguk’s last duck.

On the night before he left, Taehyung decided to pull one of their two remaining ducks, which happened to be Jeongguk’s.

Sexting, it read, containing a world of possibilities.

Neither of them had initiated it yet; Jeongguk didn’t want to bother Taehyung when he knew his husband had enough on his plate.

But as he lay in bed on the third night of his absence, he couldn’t help but think about it. Think about Taehyung’s gorgeous face, and how pretty his fingers were, and how good he felt around him. Their most recent escapade came to mind; the blissful expression Taehyung wore as he came with a vibrator in his ass and his hand around both of their cocks.

Ding.

His phone screen lit up.

It was as if his filthy thoughts summoned him.

Jeongguk flicked the bedside lamp on, absentmindedly adjusting his sweats to accommodate his half-hardness.

Taebaby:

if you’re still up, hi! if

not, then sleep well

bunny. love you!

Me:

no no no i’m up!

how are you?

Taebaby:

good but tired :( my

hands are shaking

from caffeine and

post-surgery jitters

He couldn’t explain why he felt a flash of disappointment alongside his regular pang of sympathy and longing to make it all better for his husband. Maybe Taehyung forgot about their current duck. But he would never hold it against him if he did.

Me:

i’m sorry baby. you

should get some

sleep

Taebaby:

nope. i wanna text my

Jeonggukkie

Taebaby:

how was your day?

Or perhaps he had a chance after all.

Me:

long and stressful :/

I’m in bed already

Taebaby:

aw my poor bunny :(

need help relaxing?

O-oh.

Me:

depends. define

relaxing?

Taebaby:

well usually i’d let

you fuck me until

you’re too tired to

move

Taebaby:

but we’ll have to

make do with

this instead

Jeongguk could practically hear the words coming out of Taehyung’s mouth, in his deep silky voice, and suddenly, he knew exactly how he wanted this night to go.

Me:

i haven’t fingered

myself in awhile

since my baby’s

been so eager

to take cock

lately

Taebaby:

i bet that’d tucker

you right out.

wouldn’t it

bunny?

Me:

yes please. can

i?

Taebaby:

of course you can.

lube’s in the top

drawer. use the

strawberry so

you’re thinking

about me

A low moan of anticipation escaped him as he fumbled around in their bedside table drawer for the bottle of strawberry lube. Taehyung rarely took the reigns, but when he did, he did it without hesitation. He slipped into dominance so easily, making Jeongguk remember just how difficult he was to win over when they first started flirting. Taehyung would always tease him by brushing him off and reminding him that he was younger, forcing him to work for every ounce of attention. He’d definitely been in charge then. And tonight, Jeongguk was happy enough to let him resume his role.

Me:

got it

He texted as he unscrewed the cap, slicking up his fingers generously. He had to do this right, or else it would hurt like a bitch. The last time he’d opened himself up had been a few months ago, and that had been under Taehyung’s careful ministrations and sinful tongue.

Taebaby:

good. fingers nice

and wet?

Me:

mhm. i think i

got lube on your

pillow though

Taebaby:

that’s so unsexy but

thanks for letting me

know. clean it up?

Jeongguk glanced at the wet splotch on Taehyung’s pillow.

Me:

how?

Taebaby:

with your tongue

obviously. clean up

your mess while

you finger yourself

open.

Me:

fuck you make

such a good

dom.

He circled his rim with one finger, trying to drip as much lube as possible around his entrance before slowly sliding it in. His body clenched instinctively at the intrusion, but he took a few deep breaths. Eventually, he relaxed and could push in a little further. When he felt at ease enough, he checked his phone.

Taebaby:

i know.

Taebaby:

are you doing it?

Me:

one finger

Typing single-handedly, he reached for Taehyung’s pillow. And then, a new idea came to him. Jeongguk drew his finger back out and flipped onto his stomach, trapping Taehyung’s pillow beneath him. One end pressed directly against his crotch while the other reached perfectly to his chin. With more confident hands, he slid his finger back into his hole, sighing as it went a little easier this time. He curled it, thrusting in and out, attempting to adjust to having something inside him again. After a minute or two of this, he felt bold enough to slip another one in. The sensation of fullness was immediate, but not unpleasant. If he took it slow, he could move both digits without discomfort.

Taebaby:

so proud of you.

how does it feel?

Me:

better than i

thought it would.

but i wish it was

your pretty fingers

Taebaby:

me too bunny.

i’d open you

up so well. make

you take my fingers

before letting you

play with any of

our toys

Jeongguk sank his teeth into Taehyung’s pillow, thrusting in both fingers at a faster pace as he glanced unconsciously towards their bedside drawer again. Now he had a goal.

Me:

which one do you

want me to play 

with hyung?

He never called Taehyung hyung anymore unless he desperately wanted something or he was bottoming, because he knew full well it got him riled up.

Taebaby:

fuck. you know exactly

which one. pink for 

my needy bunny.

With a hard swallow and renewed determination, Jeongguk pressed a third finger to his rim. After a moment of coercing, it slid in alongside the other two. The stretch burned, but it was a good kind of pain. Hot and slick, filling him up in just the right way. His cock ached with the lack of attention, and he began rolling his hips against Taehyung’s pillow, seeking any kind of friction.

Me:

i’m at three now.

your pillow feels

so good on my

cock hyung

Taebaby:

i bet you look

gorgeous. such

a mess, all sprawled

out, stuffed full

with your fingers,

grinding against my

pillow. so desperate

Me:

always desperste

forfv you

It was getting harder to type now; curses and unrestrained whines fell from his lips, his hand shaking with the strain of supporting him while the other continued to thrust in and out of his stretched hole. Suddenly, he curled his middle and index fingers as he pushed inside, and a wave of unbridled pleasure rolled through his body. He had forgotten how good it felt to hit his prostate.

Taebaby:

i can tell

Me:

fuck hyung itg feeld 

so good. csn i use the 

gtoy now

Taebaby:

do you think you

can take it?

Me:

yws please please

i’m ready

Taebaby:

go ahead. fuck

yourself with it

until you cry

As soon as he had permission, Jeongguk kept his fingers inside him while he reached for the bedside table again. Within the drawer rested one of his personal favourites, and Taehyung’s favourite to use on him: a glossy pearl-pink dildo, a perfect seven inches in length. Not too long, since he wasn’t always used to taking it, but not too short to reach the perfect spot inside of him, either.

He retrieved it eagerly, pouring more lube than he would normally use along the length and spreading it until the entire toy was coated. The strong scent of strawberry never failed to remind him of Taehyung, accomplishing exactly what his husband intended.

The moment he deemed it slick enough, he removed his fingers gently and pressed the blunt head to his entrance. His hole showed some resistance at first, only able to take it in bit by bit. But eventually, he pushed the full crown past the tight ring of muscles. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes to concentrate. Another minute passed. And then two inches were in, and an insatiable desire began to take over him.

Jeongguk rocked his hips back against the toy, cock rubbing on Taehyung’s pillow as he swallowed another inch. Focusing on the friction against his length, he pressed his ass back again, satisfaction spreading through him as more of the dildo disappeared inside of him. He repeated the same motion until the toy was entirely sheathed, wet and heavy against his tight walls.

With trembling fingers, he texted Taehyung again.

Me:

it’s in all the way

Me:

can i send you a

picture hyung?

Taebaby:

fuck of course

you can

Taebaby:

show me how well

you’re taking it

It took some effort to get the angle right, but the picture he ended up with was absolutely worth it. He’d never seen himself look this fucked out. His hair had been tossed into a mess by his own hands, eyes large and dark with lust, lips bitten until they flushed scarlet. The photo’s line of sight showed only his face and the smooth curve of his back, accentuating the pink shine between his toned cheeks.

Me:

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Me:

wish it was your cock

though

Taebaby:

me too. fuck.

ypu look so 

beautiful like

tgat

Moaning from the unspoken praise, and the idea of Taehyung getting himself off to his picture, Jeongguk began fucking himself with the toy. He’d do long languid thrusts that brought tears to his eyes and then rapidly switch to pounding into his hole when he knew he could take it. He found that if he angled the dildo down just a touch, he’d reach his prostate with every thrust. As he pushed it in and out, he rutted against Taehyung’s pillow, drawn in by his familiar scent and the thought of him being home soon.

The heat pooling in his stomach soon started to spread from his abused prostate through his hard, leaking cock. He knew he couldn’t text coherently like this, fucking himself without mercy, but he tried his best anyway.

Me:

i’m gonnsx  comne 

soom

Taebaby:

me too bujny.

go ahead come

fotr me

Jeongguk’s orgasm washed over him in a haze of heavenly white. Streaks erupted across Taehyung’s pillow, but he kept using the dildo until the last drop spurted from his tip. Finally, he slowed his movements, and with careful precision, he eased the toy out.

A sense of content bliss took ahold of him. For a moment, he just laid there, breathing heavily. Weight settled over his limbs like a blanket. He only moved when his phone buzzed for his attention.

Taebaby:

did you come?

Me:

fuck yes i came.

did you?

Taebaby:

how could i not

when you looked

like that

A proud smile touched his lips.

Me:

don’t be

alarmed if you

have a new

pillow when you

get back btw

Taebaby:

you always walk the

perfect line between

ridiculous and hot

you know that?

Me:

it’s because i’m

ridiculously hot

Taebaby:

and humble too

Taebaby:

you feeling better

at all?

Me:

I feel like i could

pass out right now

Taebaby:

good! but like

Taebaby:

clean yourself

up first. you’ll

be glad you did

in the morning

Me:

but hyunggg

Taebaby:

no buts except

for yours in the

shower

With a groan, Jeongguk hauled himself to his feet.

Me:

fine i’m going

Taebaby:

thank you :D

i love you, and

i’ll text you in

the morning,

okay?

Me:

not if i text

you first :)

Me:

love you!

Taebaby:

love you too,

you competitive

little shit.

sleep well!

Me:

<3 <3 <3

~*~*~

When Taehyung arrived home two days later, he’d sort of expected the empty house. Still, he’d be lying if he said the thought of seeing Jeongguk was just about the only thing keeping him going during his last two shifts. Working in Busan had certainly been an experience, but it wasn’t one he felt eager to repeat. He’d stick with his local hospital, thank you very much. Luckily, most of their surgical staff had returned earlier that morning, so he’d been let off a little early, and the flight before his had an extra seat they needed to fill, so he managed to get home almost three hours before he’d expected. So of course Jeongguk wasn’t waiting for him by the door.

Then again, the few hours to himself left him with a couple of opportunities he wouldn’t have normally. Most of those opportunities being duck related. Their last kink exploration had been more fun than he’d expected, especially since Jeongguk decided to switch things up on him. He loved a good surprise. They would definitely be adding sexting into their daily routine if he had anything to say about it. Which he did.

More importantly, Taehyung knew exactly what word was written on their final duck, and he’d sort of been crossing his fingers that they’d get to it tonight. The possibility became far more realistic when he realised Jeongguk wouldn’t be coming home for awhile, meaning he had time to set up.

A quick trip to his favourite shop in the area provided him with everything he needed, and he set to work putting everything in the right place and getting himself ready. He’d also picked up some premade bibimbap for both of them, feeling too lazy to cook. By the time he heard the telltale jingle of Jeongguk’s key in the lock, dinner was on the table and the ambiance for the rest of the evening had been set.

“Welcome home,” Taehyung greeted him, taking the duffle bag from his arms as he shucked off his shoes.

Strong arms engulfed him immediately, picking him up and spinning him around until a stream of giggles poured from his lips. “You’re home!” Jeongguk exclaimed, kissing him breathless. “And with food! And- oh, wow. You look...damn.”

Jeongguk trailed a hand down his chest, tugging at the black silk robe to reveal his scarlet lingerie pieces underneath, but Taehyung swatted him away. “Later. Right now, I want to hear all about your week over dinner.”

“I’m supposed to just go over my week with you dressed like that?” Jeongguk pouted, but he took his seat at the dining table nonetheless, pulling his takeout container close to him eagerly.

“Yup. How’s the knee?”

“Same as ever,” he said through a mouthful of rice.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, digging into his own container. “How’s the ass?”

Jeongguk choked a little. Serves him right.

“Sore, but worth it.” He recovered instantly, flashing Taehyung a winning smirk.

Getting ideas as to how to proceed with the evening, he inquired innocently, “How sore?”

“Like, thighs two days after leg day sore. Not as bad as day one. But not entirely pleasant, either.”

Taehyung nodded to himself, documenting this data. “Good to know.”

Jeongguk moved some of his beef into Taehyung’s bowl, knowing it was his favourite. “So? How was Busan?”

They were able to last longer through dinner this time than they had during their petplay escapade. Jeongguk seemed fine as long as he kept his eyes trained above the table and Taehyung didn’t see any reason to rush the evening. He had just come back home to his favourite person in the world; they could take all the time they wanted.

Eventually, however, curiosity got the best of Jeongguk and anticipation the best of Taehyung, but he decided to give his husband a little preface before leading him into their bedroom.

“Okay, so before we go in there, I should tell you that I already set everything up.”

Jeongguk tilted his head, excitement glimmering in his doe eyes. “Everything, huh? Going out with a bang for our last duck?”

Taehyung pressed on. “Ignoring the fact that you just made a pun out of our sex life, yes. But before we do it, I just want to make sure you’re on board.”

“I’ve been on board with everything so far, baby, I’m pretty sure whatever you have in mind will be fine.”

“Bondage,” he blurted out.

Jeongguk’s eyebrows shot up. “Kinky. Alright, cool. So who’s getting tied up?”

“You.”

He grinned. “Even better. Specific positions you had in mind?”

Taehyung shrugged. “How about you follow my lead and find out? Don’t worry, I’m not going to punish your sore ass. Just trust me.”

“I’d trust you with anything, baby. Lead the way.”

Taking his hand, Taehyung led him down the hall to their bedroom, opening the door and allowing Jeongguk to step in first.

Not one to brag, even he had to admit the room looked nice. Candles dotted every available surface, soft firelight flickering against their cream walls. The maroon curtains had been drawn shut, and the light scent of vanilla and lavender permeated the air. But all of the attention was immediately drawn to the bed where four red silk ropes circled the posts at both the head and foot, looking sinful against their black comforter.

“Get comfortable,” Taehyung suggested. “And naked.”

Jeongguk took the direction immediately, shedding his shirt, sweats, and boxers as if this were routine. He plopped down on the center of the bed, coaxing Taehyung forward with a tempting curl of his index finger.

“Ready to tie me up, baby?”

Oh, this should be fun. Both of them were in the mood to take the reigns. He wondered who would cave first.

“Only if you ask nicely.”

“Or,” Jeongguk yanked him forward by the wrist, breath ghosting against the shell of his ear. “You could do as you’re told. Otherwise I’ll gladly put you in my place, tie you to the headboard, and leave you there. How does that sound, kitten?”

Taehyung didn’t feel ready to give in quite yet. He splayed his hand across Jeongguk’s chest, drawing shapes across the sculpted planes of his abdomen before pushing him back. “Don’t get yourself all worked up yet, bunny. There will be plenty of time for that later. For now, you just sit back and let me do the work, okay?”

Jeongguk narrowed his eyes, bottom lip caught between his teeth. But his curiosity seemed piqued, so he complied, settling against their pillows.

He climbed onto the bed after his husband, straddling his lap as he tied the first two ropes tight around his wrists at a painstakingly slow pace. Then, he turned, giving Jeongguk a full view of his ass as he bent over to do both the ones at the foot of the bed, as well. He knew Jeongguk’s growl of frustration came from the fact that he couldn’t reach out and touch him.

Funnily enough, Taehyung didn’t feel that guilty about it. This was payback for the way he’d pushed him to the edge with that damn vibrator last week.

He slowly turned back around, sitting fully on Jeongguk. With practiced fluidity, he tossed his robe on the floor and watched in satisfaction as Jeongguk drank in his appearance.

“You know that’s my favourite set,” he practically whined.

Taehyung tugged on the red lace straps of his top, inquiring innocently, “Is it? I didn’t even realise.” Then he glanced down, rubbing himself faintly through the soft material. “Oh, wait. Now I remember. I wore this the morning you walked right past me out the door and screwed your knee up. Silly me.”

Realisation dawned on Jeongguk’s face. “This is revenge sex.”

“Not revenge sex. That’s too intense. More like...let me be petty for twenty minutes, sex.”

Jeongguk chuckled. It amazed Taehyung how he still managed to look like an angel carved from marble as he lay against the headboard, arms tied up and legs spread wide with red silk.

“Your time starts now,” he informed him. “After that, it’s my turn.”

Taehyung bit his lip. “Guess I’d better make the most of it, then.” Just to prove his point, he arched his back, causing his ass to stick out. This way, he could grind against Jeongguk’s semi-hard erection as he leaned forward to kiss him. He always tasted like Taehyung’s favourite things, made so much better by the fact that he hadn’t been able to kiss him in days.

It didn’t take long for Jeongguk to become fully hard, length slipping between Taehyung’s cheeks every time he rolled his hips. His own erection strained against his panties, but he didn’t want to tend to it himself. After their series of adventures, Taehyung realised he enjoyed the feeling of coming untouched, and wanted to replicate it every chance he got.

Still occupying Jeongguk with his tongue, he reached blindly over to the bedside table where he’d set out their lube before Jeongguk got home. It wasn’t hard to locate, right on the edge.

Taehyung broke their kiss, eyeing Jeongguk predatorily. “No touching. Just looking. Got it?”

Jeongguk’s tongue poked out to wet his lips. “Got it.”

Switching his position again, he slipped off his panties, lubed up two of his fingers and slipped them past his entrance without hesitation. He’d fingered himself after getting home to make this go faster, knowing neither of them were likely to last long. Jeongguk got the best view of his ass that he had to offer as he leaned down, decorating Jeongguk’s flushed cock with little kitten licks.

“Fuck, Taehyung,” he moaned. Taehyung could hear the bed creak as Jeongguk instinctively tried to reach for him. But his restraints held him back, truly only allowing him to watch and feel. Taehyung curled his fingers inside of him, hot breath fanning along Jeongguk’s length before he dipped down and took the head into his mouth. Flattening out his tongue, he drew a long wet stripe from base to tip, thrusting his fingers in and out of himself with ease.

“Think I can take a third already?” Taehyung asked, muffled words vibrating around Jeongguk.

Still, he knew what he meant.

“Yes- shit.” He took Jeongguk’s entire length into his mouth, managing to cut him off as he spoke. At the same time, he brought a third finger to his rim, and succeeded in taking it alongside the other two. “Fuck, you look so good, baby. Such a perky little ass, opening yourself up for me.”

Taehyung continued sucking him off with enthusiasm, eager to please now that he was fully in it. Bobbing his head, he deepthroated Jeongguk, long-since adjusted to his size. While he tended to his cock, he scissored his fingers, making sure his hole was completely stretched. Finally, when he felt ready, he popped off of Jeongguk’s length and reversed his position again. He settled his weight fully on his knees, hands supporting him on Jeongguk’s chest.

Jeongguk figured out his plan seconds before he told him.

“Are you gonna ride me, baby?”

“Until my legs give out.”

With that, Taehyung grasped Jeongguk’s length in one hand and lined himself up. The moment he could feel the dull head of his cock against his entrance, he sank down, bringing in as much as he could in one try. A soft whimper escaped him as Jeongguk filled him up, penetrating deeper than usual with this angle.

Jeongguk moaned, straining against his ropes. “Fuck, I want to touch you so badly.”

“No-” Taehyung panted. “No touching. Just watch.” Not wanting to give him any more reason to protest, Taehyung picked himself up before grinding back down on Jeongguk’s cock. He felt incredible, immeasurably better after having been apart for so long. This felt like a different experience, too, with Jeongguk underneath him. He watched him with hungry, hooded eyes, never once leaving Taehyung just as he’d requested. They locked gazes, and Taehyung rode him just like that, trying his hardest not to look away even as tears pricked his eyes and shameless whines poured from his lips. He grounded himself on Jeongguk’s abs; they became his point of focus when he couldn’t bear the hot intensity of his gaze any more. His nails dug into them when Jeongguk’s cock struck his prostate, leaving little crescents everywhere he gripped the firm muscle.

Jeongguk struggled to contain himself. His thighs jerked beneath Taehyung, thrusting up into him as much as he could with his legs tied down. But a look of triumph spread across his face when Taehyung showed his first signs of tiring. His bouncing slowed, even though he continued to ride Jeongguk for all he was worth as his legs shook and his movements became unsteady.

“Un-untie me,” he managed to get out.

Taehyung shook his head, eyes shut. Perspiration clung to his skin, sticking his hair to his forehead and coating him in a light sheen of sweat. He rolled his hips, trying to give his trembling thighs a break.

“I’ll fuck you until you’re screaming,” Jeongguk promised, lifting his hips up to meet Taehyung’s movements. “Just untie me.”

Taehyung’s eyes flew open, and he trailed his fingers up Jeongguk’s chest until he reached a nipple. “Beg.” With careful flicks of his thumb, he rolled it to full hardness, enjoying the way Jeongguk squirmed beneath him.

“N-no.”

Grinding down again, he leaned forward and teased the nub between his teeth. He knew exactly how sensitive Jeongguk happened to be.

“Shit, fine, please, Taehyung! Please untie me!”

Smirking, Taehyung tugged at the knots binding his wrists together, then rocked back to do the same for his ankles.

As soon as Jeongguk was free, he sprang on him. Taehyung collapsed against the pillows. Jeongguk slipped back inside of him with fervent grace, and began pounding into him relentlessly. He cried out an embarrassing string of curses, covering his own mouth as Jeongguk had his way with his body. In the blink of an eye, their positions had been utterly reversed. Jeongguk held every bit of power, and nothing excited Taehyung more. He drilled into him at a furious pace, and he couldn’t help the way he clenched desperately around Jeongguk’s cock, trying to draw him in even farther. 

Taehyung had been punishing Jeongguk for the vibrator. But now Jeongguk was punishing him for his punishment. What an enthralling cycle they had to perpetuate.

He tried to reach out, cling to Jeongguk’s shoulder, but his wrists were gathered together and shoved back against the headboard. Taehyung let out a high-pitched moan of delight at being pinned to the bed, so contrastant to his deep voice that one might say it bordered on a scream.

“Fuck, fuck, Jeongguk!” he begged, completely unaware of anything else but the feeling of Jeongguk inside of him and the force firmly keeping him in place. “Harder!”

With a rough snap of his hips, his first truly ecstatic scream escaped him, taking the form of Jeongguk’s name.

Taehyung fought against Jeongguk’s iron grip, instinctively wanting to scratch at his back, but to no avail. Jeongguk had a goal now, and that centered around coaxing the most beautifully broken sounds from his lips.

Teeth attached to his shoulder as Jeongguk came first, pumping him full of his cloudy release. At the sensation, and just how utterly owned it made him feel, Taehyung’s own orgasm hit him in fully. He cried out Jeongguk’s name one more time as he made a mess of his stomach, coming untouched just like he’d wanted.

Jeongguk released his wrists in favour of falling to his shoulders, holding him tight. The only sounds in the room were the flicker of candles and their desperate gasps for air.

He wrapped his arms around Jeongguk, but he had no strength to squeeze. Instead, they just laid there, pressed against one another, revelling in their shared high.

“That…” Jeongguk eventually said through rapid pants. “That was the best one so far.”

Taehyung could only nod his agreement, exhaustion dragging at his very core.

“Best for last,” he finally managed to joke after recovering his breath five minutes later. “Fuck. That was good.” Taehyung threaded his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair, stroking it back fondly. “You begged for me.”

“And you screamed for me,” Jeongguk pointed out, rolling over to lay beside him.

“We’ve all done things we’re not proud of.”

Jeongguk’s fingers were suddenly on him, tickling mercilessly.

“Take it back!” he insisted.

“No!” Taehyung got out through a bout of giggles. “I said w-what I s-said!”

“Say you’re proud of it!” Jeongguk’s fingers were everywhere, targeting every ticklish spot on his body.

“I-I-” Suddenly, they were on his sides and he couldn’t breath, air consumed by laughter. “F-fine! I’m p-proud to scr-scream for you!”

Jeongguk’s tickling torment immediately let up. “And I’ll beg for you any day, baby.”

Taehyung snuggled close to him. “We really are sappy, aren’t we? Even after rounds of kink-ridden sex, we’re still just two dorks who cuddle, take baths together, and have tickle fights.”

“I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Jeongguk confessed, gazing at him with such sincere doe eyes.

Tilting his head up, he placed a sweet, chaste kiss on those pouty lips. “Me neither, bunny. I love you.”

Jeongguk returned his kiss. “I love you, too. Speaking of baths…”

“Yes, please.” Taehyung rolled off the edge of the bed, catching Jeongguk’s hand and dragging him along with him. He followed happily, and Taehyung knew without a doubt, there would be years of this to come. Years of bubble baths, and tickle fights, and cuddles on the couch, and groceries put away with two sets of hands, and dinner with friends, and overbearing shifts made tolerable by the thought of coming home to his loving husband, and yes, probably even more years of dance-related injuries that would lead to even more anesthesia-induced love stories.

Taehyung didn’t mind.

He’d gladly fall in love with Jeongguk a little more every day.