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Making coffee is always part of a ceremony, as used to it as Jeongguk is. He had bought this coffee machine in a small market they had come across in Sinseol during their first year living together, and Taehyung had been the one who insisted on buying it as a present to celebrate something Jeongguk doesn’t even remember anymore. A job interview, a late birthday, an early anniversary. It didn’t matter then, it doesn’t matter now; anything is cause for celebration with Taehyung.

It’s an Italian coffee machine, made of three different pieces that Jeongguk likes to keep clean and polished as soon as possible after the uses. Taehyung, the little animal that he is, likes to talk about Italians only washing the pieces with nothing more than a rinse of water, but Jeongguk can’t stand the grimy dark color that stains the silver metal, so he always cleans it thoroughly. He’s drying the bottom piece, with a kitchen rug that has definitely seen better days, when he hears the front door open and close. A thrilled chill runs down his spine, step by step, and he bites down at a grin.

“Tae!?” He calls, and he’s met with a quiet grunt and the sound of shoes being carelessly thrown at the rack. “Don’t make a mess, I just organized that this morning…!” He lets the bottom part of the coffee machine on the table, and he’s barely able to turn around before meeting Taehyung’s gaze, sudden and dark. Something drops in Jeongguk’s stomach, but he doesn’t have time to pick it up before Taehyung kisses him. He answers without even questioning it, lips parted and jaw slack under Taehyung’s hand, pressing his fingers hungrily on Jeongguk’s neck. “Hmpf—Tae—huh,” he mumbles against Taehyung’s mouth, and he takes one and a half steps backwards to find his balance, only for his waist to hit the kitchen counter. Taehyung doesn’t allow for the distance between them to grow, following him quickly and pressing flush against him until Jeongguk feels all of the warmth seeping directly from Taehyung to coil tight down at his stomach. “Ah, um, good aft—uh,” he gasps for air as Taehyung’s mouth drags a wet trail down his neck, sending a shiver to break through Jeongguk’s skin. “Tae—I don’t… I don’t feel like, you know, I…”

“Liar,” Taehyung snarls, sharp and cutting, and Jeongguk trembles softly between his arms. “Look at you—” Taehyung grunts against the crook of Jeongguk’s neck, pressing his tongue flat on a fading bruise, and Jeongguk feels his eyes flutter close as he grips onto the edge of the counter to find some kind of balance. “—always so desperate.”

“S-sorry, I didn’t—ah, no, yes,” he blurts out when the tongue pressed against his skin is quickly replaced by teeth closing down on his neck, and he trembles against Taehyung without meaning to. He cants his head back, hands slowly drawing away from the table to steady them on Taehyung’s shoulders. Want starts to tighten in his stomach and he feels his heart skip a beat as he yearns for Taehyung’s teeth to dig deeper and harder. “Ta—Tae…”

And Taehyung steps away.

“Wait here.”

“Wh—what…?” Jeongguk blinks, slightly dazed by the sudden change. He doesn’t get an answer, because when he comes back to his own skin, Taehyung has already headed to the bedroom with a cute little dance, leaving him abruptly alone and cold. “Jerk,” he mutters under his breath.

It’s more difficult to concentrate on making coffee now that he feels so uncomfortably warm all of the sudden. His fingers tingle with thrill and excitement and there’s definitely something boiling in his stomach at the memory of Taehyung’s low growl against his neck. He pouts to himself, filling up the container of the coffee machine with water until the line reaches the inside bolt, and then he puts in on the stove with a light thud that is quickly followed by the sound of something else being placed on the table. The green color catches Jeongguk’s eye, and he barely has time to recognize the plug and the bottle of lube they keep on the bedroom before Taehyung is pressing against his back, pushing Jeongguk painfully forward. He lets out a low groan, trying to turn around as the marble digs onto his stomach, but Taehyung is placing his lips against the back of his neck, so suddenly gentle that it contrasts with the force with which he’s shoving Jeongguk against the counter, and he stills without even realizing he’s doing it.

“Good boy,” Taehyung whispers, and hell breaks through Jeongguk’s skin. “You’re so good, aren’t you?” Jeongguk doesn’t answer, with his fingers idle over the middle part of the coffee machine that he hasn’t had time to place on the container yet. He feels his ears red with embarrassment and thrill, and he keeps quiet, already feeling a string of words building up on the back of his throat. Taehyung’s hands are resting on his waist, and they move carefully to splay over his stomach, under the fabric and over the taut muscles, warm, warm, warm. “So soft,” Taehyung whispers, lips still pressed on the back of Jeongguk’s neck, flushed over his vertebrae, and making Jeongguk feel all sorts of vulnerable. Taehyung could just open his mouth and dig his teeth in, bite until he reached the white marrow of his bone. He could, and Jeongguk would let him. “So pretty.” Taehyung’s fingertips pull at the waistband of Jeongguk’s sweats and Jeongguk lets out a strangled noise when Taehyung pulls them down. “Be good for me and make me a coffee, yeah? Don’t let me distract you—”

“Tae, I—hhuh.” Jeongguk jerks against the kitchen countertop when Taehyung lowers his hand, dragging his nails along the swell of his ass before pressing his fingertips and kneading. Jeongguk blushes immediately. “Do you want to, um, maybe go—”

“Go…? Go where? To the bedroom?” Taehyung’s teeth graze the back of his neck when he speaks, and Jeongguk ducks his head, quickly nodding. A pretty sound, nasty and foul on the tongue, comes from behind him; laughter. “So impatient—You already want to get fucked?” Taehyung’s fingers dig and pull; his thumb finds his way to Jeongguk’s rim, pressing chastely over it and making Jeongguk squirm between the table and his hand. “What for? You’re ready for me to fuck you, aren’t you?” He lowers his voice and Jeongguk feels his stomach burn with the delightful drag of shame washing over him. “Such a good whore—always ready for me to use you…” Taehyung presses his thumb in, ever so slightly, dry and thick, and Jeongguk whines, closing his eyes. “I said I want a coffee, babe. What are you waiting for?”

“It’s not—I’m sorry,” he mutters quickly under his breath, desperate to ride his hips back to feel more of that painfully dry push against him. “I’ll make the coffee, yes.”

“Good,” Taehyung whispers, pressing his forehead against Jeongguk’s shoulder. His thumb rubs a soothing circle around Jeongguk’s rim, with care, pulling to barely stretch it, but enough to make Jeongguk breathless with anticipation. “I’m so tired after today—” as if on cue, the lube bottle vanishes from next to Jeongguk and he follows its path in Taehyung’s hand until it disappears behind him. Jeongguk burns and his hands shake as he tries to grab the coffee bag from one of the shelves above them. “Can you believe I didn’t catch a break until after lunch…?” Jeongguk fishes inside the coffee bag for the small container they use to measure the coffee to put onto the filter. He feels his ears burning when Taehyung hooks his chin over his shoulder, his thumb still teasing around his rim, and Jeongguk’s barely able to hum and pretend he’s listening to Taehyung bicker about his day instead of half-naked and already hard on their kitchen. “And then Jinsoul wanted to meet with me abou—”

“Ah!” Jeongguk’s whole body jolts against the kitchen countertop when a wet finger presses against his rim, digging into tender flesh. Taehyung feels cold, and Jeongguk can’t help but flinch slightly, bucking his hips towards the marble counter and away from him. “Tae,” he tries to protest, but all he gets is Taehyung pushing the finger further in, abrupt and sudden, and Jeongguk feels a whimper fall off his tongue, grabbing at the edge of the counter to steady himself when he feels his knees give out at the quick drag inside of him. “Ah, fuck.”

“Focus,” Taehyung scolds him from behind; Jeongguk can hear the smirk on his mouth. Another shudder breaks down his back when Taehyung pulls his finger away, excruciatingly slow, one knuckle at a time until the fingertip falls off of Jeongguk and he pants, already desperate for more. “She wanted to meet about the European proposal we have coming up next week.” The fingertip presses on his rim, smearing lube around it before pushing in one more time. Jeongguk gasps, ducking his head low between his shoulders as he feels Taehyung’s long finger press its way into him. He clenches, just once; he can’t really help it, not with the way he feels his insides burning at the touch, clinging to Taehyung with almost desperation, and he’s pretty sure it hasn’t even been two minutes since Taehyung pushed his finger in. He feels another blush flooding him at the thought; how easily Taehyung can play with him, how calmly he is talking about his meeting at work while he undoes Jeongguk with nothing but one single finger. Jeongguk breathes sharply when Taehyung starts a fast rhythm, pulling his finger all the way out before flushing it deep, and his shame is quickly broken by a deep moan, grinding his hips back into his hand. “It was such a hassl—ah, baby, come on.” The finger inside him disappears and Jeongguk, empty and lost, bucks his body back in search for more, only to feel two of Taehyung fingers’ already pressing around his rim. “Not gonna make me coffee, is that it?” Taehyung strokes with his fingers, wet and slick with lube, over his stretch for a second before pulling away and Jeongguk shudders. “What a shame… Guess I’ll go, then.”

“No!” Jeongguk grapples, dazed, hands already searching for the coffee bag again. “No, so—sorry, I got it. I’ll make coffee. I’m making you coffee… Don’t go, don’t—please.”

Taehyung laughs, delighted, and strokes over his rim again, making Jeongguk break into a thousand shivers.

“Okay, baby. I’ll keep you company then.” There it is; the same grin that Jeongguk knows he hears, and before he can try to bite anything back, Taehyung is pushing both of his fingers in, all the way to the last knuckle, in one swift motion that has Jeongguk’s knees weakening and a broken whimper rolling off his tongue. “You can take this, yeah, sweetheart? Or should I stop?” The same smirk, this time pressed against the back of Jeongguk’s neck, when he rolls his fingers inside him, wet walls warming them up as Jeongguk clings to him, tightening every muscle under his stomach. Jeongguk pants, breathless, and he hurries to hold himself on the counter when he feels his body give out at the touch of Taehyung’s fingers over that one tender spot they both know so well.

“N—nuh…” He whines, closing his eyes and seeing white break apart in front of him. “Pl—please, don’t… no, I ca—hah—I can take it, I’ll—I’m good, Tae…”

“I know you are.” Taehyung drops a chaste kiss on his neck, over the fading bruise from before, and his fingers relax inside Jeongguk, straightening softly so they’re not pressing at his sweet spot anymore. Jeongguk finds air and breathes in, sharp and distracted. “Which is why I know you won’t make a mess, huh? You’ll be good for me. A good whore to entertain me.” Taehyung’s fingers curl again and Jeongguk whimpers, holding onto the counter with a soft shiver running down his spine. “Say it.”

“I’ll b-be good—a good… good wh-whore,” Jeongguk gets out, lowering his head. He feels warm, feels his insides scorching hot around Taehyung’s fingers, feels his ears burning and his stomach boiling. “Wo-won’t make—ah—mess.”

“Alright,” Taehyung whispers, dragging his fingers out, careful and tender. “Get to it, then,”

Jeongguk nods, vaguely aware of anything that isn’t Taehyung’s fingers completely coming out of him and the empty feeling they leave behind, making his hands shake as he pours some coffee powder onto the filter. He doesn’t whine, even if he feels the protest already building up in his throat, because he can hear the sound of the lube bottle opening again and that’s enough to send thrills all the way up to his neck. He’s placing the coffee in the filter as careful as he can, but even all the care in the world doesn’t prepare for Taehyung thrusting three fingers into him, sudden and forceful. He shrieks, his whole body jolting and tensing up at the burn around his rim and he feels himself stretched so suddenly that he can’t help the sting of tears in the back of his head.

“You said you could take it,” Taehyung teases, pressing his knuckles against the stretch in Jeongguk, and Jeongguk bites back a pained whine. He can take it, he wants to say, but his voice is lost somewhere in his throat. He can take it because he’s taken it before and because Taehyung is bigger, much bigger than three fingers and he’s always taken him too, taken him nice and tight, just as he likes. Taehyung doesn’t seem to care now, as he pulls the fingers away before shoving them back in, forceful and rough, to rip out another pained groan from Jeongguk. “Guess you’re not such a good whore after all, huh? You’re so pathetic…”

“N—no…!” Jeongguk squirms, but he stills as soon as he starts, feeling Taehyung’s fingers pressing into his walls as he does. “No, I can—I am. I am, Tae, please.”

“You are?” Taehyung’s hoarse voice comes close to his ear, testing, and Jeongguk has never once wanted to ace a test so badly in his life.

“Yes!” He blurts out, feeling his back tight, tension building up between each vertebrae and making him feel like any movement from Taehyung’s fingers will shatter him into a thousand little pieces. “Yes, I am. I am good, I c—gah be good.”

“Hm,” Taehyung seems to ponder on it, and he starts to slowly drag his fingers away from him until Jeongguk is left horribly empty again. “I guess you’ll have to prove it, then.” Jeongguk can’t help the frustrated groan that rolls off his tongue, ducking his head in between his shoulders, and he hears Taehyung cooing behind him as he moves to rest his hands on Jeongguk’s waist, riding up his t-shirt to touch skin. Jeongguk shudders through an eager sigh. “Aw, baby got worked up so fast…” Taehyung practically sing-songs, and Jeongguk blushes, lowering his gaze towards the stove. Taehyung presses against his back with another chuckle and Jeongguk feels his cock, fully clothed and hard, pressing against him. He bucks his hips towards it before he can control it, almost desperate to be buried in it already, and Taehyung laughs somewhere close to his neck. “What a fucking slut.”

Jeongguk whimpers when a new wave of shame pours over him, and he tries to press his body against the counter to get away from Taehyung, but he’s got his hips pinned. Taehyung has big hands, with long and strong fingers that reach down onto the muscle of his ass to pull it apart and stroke his erection against Jeongguk’s tender pucker, making him jolt and whine.

“You’re so fucking desperate to get your hole stuffed, aren’t you? Whore.”

“Ta-Taehyung…” Jeongguk shivers, glancing over his shoulder with a weak gasp. “Pl-please…”

“Ah, begging already?” He smirks, digging his fingers painfully hard on Jeongguk’s ass. They will bruise, Jeongguk is sure of it, and he’s already writhing with thrill and nerves at the thought of finding Taehyung’s marks all over his skin. His knuckles turn white from holding onto the counter when Taehyung starts to move, rhythmically brushing his dick against his pucker, through the clothes. The friction alone is enough to make Jeongguk shudder again. “And you’re the one who said you didn’t feel like it? Please,” he laughs again and Jeongguk breathes in, sharp, when he feels Taehyung pull away for a second that’s already too long. He hears the sound of the lube bottle opening and he lowers his head, slowly trying to calm down.

It’s useless.

When Taehyung shifts behind him to press the head of his cock against his rim, wet and heavy, Jeongguk’s breath hitches in his throat, wedged with thrilled anticipation. He shudders, his hips already bucking in search for more, and he barely hears Taehyung’s whisper behind him when he starts to push in. Jeongguk lets out a soft whine that echoes with the nasty squelch of the lube dribbling as Taehyung drives into him, feeling the stretch all around him.

“Ah, ah, T-Tae,” he pleads, shoulders tense and head dropping to the front. “Ah—hah,” he whimpers, trying to breathe through the pain and the burn. Taehyung’s just so thick. It stretches him more than the three fingers could have prepared him for, and Jeongguk feels his insides struggle to accommodate Taehyung’s cock, relentless as he keeps shoving himself in. It’s too big, he thinks, in a pained daze. It’s too big, too thick, too long, too much for him to take in like this. Jeongguk heaves, feeling tears springing to his eyes as his body rolls on instinct, eager to swallow more and more of Taehyung’s cock, even if it feels like he will break him in half on the process. “W-wait,” he urges, and his hips stutter when his knees buckle under his weight. He falls forward on the counter, arms pressed against the cold surface, and Taehyung’s cock presses up towards his stomach at the sudden movement. Jeongguk feels the sob freed from his throat and he wheezes for air. “Tae—Tae, wait, I’m—it hurts, wait—wait,” he pleads, and Taehyung’s fingers grip at his hips firmer than before as he thrusts himself into Jeongguk in one single motion, harsh and ruthless. “Ah, n—no, ah—AH!” He can’t help but clench the moment Taehyung presses flush against his ass, completely sheathed in tight walls and wet warmth. Jeongguk lets his head hang low, a sob lodged on his throat as he feels Taehyung’s cock throbbing inside him.

“Fuck,” Taehyung breathes, heavy and wet, against his shoulder, and Jeongguk shudders again, body trembling under Taehyung’s hold. “You’re so tight, Gguk. Shit. You’re—relax. You’re clenching.”

“S-sorry…” Jeongguk hiccups, and his hips betray him, kicking up and making Taehyung’s cockhead press down, ripping a groan straight out of him, long and husky. He breathes through his nose, trying to relax, but Taehyung’s cock stretches him so much that he feels it impossible. “S’so big, Tae…” he whines, and he rolls his body, ever so slightly, in hopes that he will relax out of sheer stubbornness.

“If you don’t relax, I will start to put fingers in too,” Taehyung warns and Jeongguk clenches even tighter at the thought of Taehyung’s long fingers digging inside him along the length of his cock. “Fuck—Gguk.”

“Ah, ah, sorry—sorry, I’m… I’m trying, it’s so—why are you so big?” He cries, dropping his forehead on the counter, next to the coffee machine. Taehyung presses flush against him again, trying to bury himself deeper into Jeongguk even if he’s already pushing as far as he’ll go, and Jeongguk writhes against the counter with a long moan rolling off his tongue.

“You’re so fucking pathetic, can’t even take me properly—” Taehyung bucks his hips up and the head of his cock presses towards Jeongguk’s stomach, making him jolt with another flare of pain blending with pleasure on the lowest point of his gut. “I should just pull out and leave you here, desperate like the whore you are,” Taehyung spits poisoned arrows directly into Jeongguk’s nape and he shivers, shaking his head, frantic. “Such a useless slut, shit.” His fingers dig into Jeongguk’s neck, nails painfully grazing against his scalp as they tread through his hair before gripping it tight. “Getting me off is all you’re good for, and you’re not even that good at it, can’t even fucking take me without complaining—” Taehyung pulls at his hair, firm and harsh, and Jeongguk gasps for air as his whole body shifts, straightening up to press his back against Taehyung’s chest. He feels the shift inside him as well, the way Taehyung’s cock moves lightly, pressing against his walls, and he tightens again without even meaning to. Taehyung’s fingers tense in his hair and Jeongguk lets out a long moan. His cock throbs against his stomach, neglected and leaking. “What do you think? Should I leave—or should I use you like the cocksleeve you are?”

“Y-yes…!” Jeongguk pants for air; his neck strains at the awkward position Taehyung’s hand keeps him locked in and Taehyung’s cock continues to pulse inside him, making his walls tighten and relax in a constant cycle he can’t break out of. He moves his hips back, almost eager to have him moving already, painful as it is. “U-use me—please, use me… I’ll be good—I-I’ll be the best… Please, please, T-Tae—”

“Or maybe I should make you cockwarm me, just like this—warm and tight, huh?” The grasp on his hair tightens and Jeongguk lets out a broken whimper, holding his breath hot on his tongue. “I still don’t even have my cup of coffee and if you’re not good enough to make up for it—”

“N-no—Tae, Tae, please…” Jeongguk pleads, his hips stuttering already against Taehyung’s in a desperate attempt to get him to move. “Please—fuck me, please… I can’t—I need you—to fuck me…”

“Such—a fucking slut,” Taehyung mutters, teeth grazing against the back of Jeongguk’s neck. “So desperate for my cock—” He whispers, and Jeongguk’s hips kick up, pressing Taehyung’s cock against him and making him whine again. Taehyung’s grip on his hair tightens and Jeongguk lets out a hurt groan. “Keep going.”

“T-Tae?”

“With the coffee, baby,” Taehyung coos, and the grasp of his fingers loosens for a hot second in which Jeongguk feels pain flaring through his scalp. “Keep making it.”

“B-but… Tae,” he whines, eyes damp and body eager.

Taehyung’s hand tightens on Jeongguk’s locks, pulling at the hair to cant his head to the side, and Jeongguk lets him, a pliant mess in his arms.

“You will take what I give you,” Taehyung growls, hot breath against the tender skin of his neck, and Jeongguk shudders when he feels his cock throbbing inside him. He’s so big, he thinks, dazed. So big and so deep, pressed all the way inside him and he’s not moving and it’s not fair. He wants him moving, wants him pushing, wants him thrusting, shoving and burying himself in Jeongguk until he’s left a broken wreck. And Taehyung is just—there. Painfully hard inside of him, so terribly still, and Jeongguk feels like he could crawl within his skin. “And you will like it.”

“Y-yes,” he sobs, heaving. His hands shake when they reach out to get the top part of the machine into the filter, and he has to fight back a sloppy moan when he feels Taehyung shift behind him, his cock moving with him and stretching his rim with it. He shivers the moment he feels Taehyung’s hands on his waist, thumbs digging into the small of his back, long fingers riding up his shirt to splay over his spine, inch by inch of bare skin left for the air to bite.

“Fuck—” Taehyung breathes and Jeongguk stills when he feels his cock twitch inside of him, pressing at all the right places. “So pretty, Jeongguk-ah… prettiest doll, aren’t you?” Jeongguk thighs tremble and he presses his palm flat on the kitchen counter to hold himself up, feeling his heart flutter in his chest. “Bet everyone wants a pretty whore like you, huh? Wants the prettiest fucking thing to fuck and use…” His words are accompanied by movement and Jeongguk feels all air sucked out of him when Taehyung drags his cock out, excruciatingly slow. Jeongguk feels every inch of himself clinging onto Taehyung, tight walls gripping around his length to keep him warm inside. “Shit—so fucking tight—but you’re mine, aren’t you?”

“Hmm,” Jeongguk pants, breathless and suddenly empty when Taehyung pulls all the way out. He feels his pucker flutter, his rim clenching on air when he should be clenching around Taehyung. He whines, writhing to buck his hips up. Taehyung laughs and Jeongguk feels a furious blush bloom on his cheeks along with a spark of something else: upheaval. “N-no,” he whispers, and anticipation is already sending chills down his spine.

“No?” Taehyung repeats behind him, and Jeongguk can hear the tightness in his voice that only makes him want it more.

“No,” he repeats, louder, feeling his pucker clench again, empty and lonely. “Not yours, Ta-Tae,” he’s barely able to get out through all of the desperation that ravels inside. “I would—would let anyone fuck me. I b-bet hyung would do me so good…” he sighs, dreamily, and he feels Taehyung’s cock rubbing at the small of his back, so wet that it sticks to his skin. He fights back a wince, pushing off more words that Taehyung doesn’t care for. “Bet he would use me better—fuck me and—and wouldn’t keep me waiting, be a good—be the best for me… much better than—AH!” He screams when Taehyung thrusts inside, a nasty squelch of lube ripping off from behind him. Jeongguk feels it dribble down between his thighs among the jolt of pain and delight that courses through him all of the sudden. Taehyung’s grin presses against the back of his neck just like his cock presses flush against him, as deep as Taehyung can go, and Jeongguk feels tears rolling off his eyes at the sudden pressure in him, stretched and filled to the brim. “Ah—hah…” he barely breathes.

“You were saying?” Taehyung asks, pulling his cock out again, and Jeongguk whimpers, knees buckling and hips kicking up before Taehyung shoves into him again, hard, deep. Jeongguk lets out a broken whimper. “Fucking pathetic—here thinking that anyone could fuck you better…” he laughs, cruel and biting, and Jeongguk feels his own cock twitch in delight. “You were made for me, Gguk,” Taehyung’s voice rasps his throat on its way out and Jeongguk writhes when he thrusts inside, starting a rough rhythm that has him bended over the counter, eyes damp with glorious tears. “Made for me fucking you—you are molded for my cock, weren’t you?”

Jeongguk can barely answer with another broken whine, a groan that breaks through his chest the moment Taehyung’s hand pushes him flat against the counter, firm and unyielding. Jeongguk feels it cold under his face, already damp with a couple of tears that have sprung to his eyes. His thighs twitch when Taehyung shoves into him, so hard that he’s pressed tight against the edge of the counter. There’s a nasty sound when Taehyung pulls away and more lube dribbles out along with his cock, making Jeongguk grimace. He pants for air the moment he feels Taehyung shift, driving himself deeper and forcing his hips flush against him, pushing further and further until Jeongguk sees white satisfaction start to creep on the edges of his vision.

“T-TAE!” He wails, a broken sound between a sob and a scream.

“See?” Taehyung smirks, his cock pushed tight between Jeongguk’s walls, stilling his rhythm all of the sudden. Jeongguk squirms, his thighs twitching for a second when he feels his rim practically pulse around Taehyung’s thick cock. “Made for me,” he lifts his hips, ever so slightly, but enough for his cockhead to press upwards and make Jeongguk whine, writhing in his arms with a jolt of white pleasure flaring up through his spine, one step at a time. “You can’t help it, doll. You’re mine.” Taehyung’s hand splays over the small of his back and Jeongguk feels pearls of lube smearing over the dimples of his back. “Say it.”

“Mmhhm—” Jeongguk tries. He blabbers out a whine, feeling his lips slick with spit, and he hadn’t even realized he was drooling on the counter.

Taehyung moves upwards again at Jeongguk’s silence, a quick movement that rips another sob out of Jeongguk, long and harsh on his throat. He wishes Taehyung would be harsh on his throat. He tightens before he can remind himself to relax, and his rim tries to close around Taehyung’s cock, sending a delightful jolt through his back, all the way to his trembling shoulders.

“Say it,” Taehyung snarls, and Jeongguk tries to straighten himself, only for his body to fail. Taehyung keeps pressing against him, forcing his cock flush into Jeongguk, against the most tender spot inside and Jeongguk can barely keep himself up by his elbows digging into the cold surface of the countertop.

“M’yours—yours, only,” he cries, dropping his head down between his shoulders.

“Good boy,” Taehyung hand on his hair finally loosens the harsh grip on the locks, soothingly brushing at the scalp before running his fingers down the back of his neck. It keeps going, down the steps of his spine until it comes to rest on his waist. “Such a good pretty thing for me, huh? The best fucking whore.”

“Nngngh…” Jeongguk closes his eyes when Taehyung circles his hips, pressing again inside all of his soft places. Jeongguk whines, long and anxious, as Taehyung rucks his shirt all the way up to his neck, digging his fingers into the tender flesh of his shoulders before pulling out and husking out a low off—get it off that makes Jeongguk scramble to pull at the neck of his shirt to take it off. He doesn’t get a chance to fold it into a neat little pile, because Taehyung takes it away from his hands, pushing slightly in as a new warning that makes Jeongguk press his thighs together, elated. “Yours,” he repeats, in a quiet mumble broken by another moan. Taehyung laughs, softly, and his hand comes around Jeongguk to take his cock between his fingers. Jeongguk groans, audibly, a breathless sound as Taehyung dips his fingertip in the precum dripping from his head, smearing all over it before dragging his palm down.

 “My whore, that’s right.” Taehyung pulls away from Jeongguk before driving himself back in and starting another rhythm, harsher and rougher than the one before. Jeongguk feels his bones rattle with each thrust of Taehyung behind him, feeling himself break apart a little bit further each time Taehyung shoves his cock inside, each time his hand twists around his own cockhead. Taehyung always knows how to take him apart, like a violin played at a master’s hands. Drool drops from his bottom lip and he tightens his jaw, lowering his head. “Ah, you’re so good, shit—” Taehyung groans behind him, and the sound of his voice, hoarse and taut with tension and pleasure, sends a thrill through Jeongguk, quick to make his cock twitch between Taehyung’s fingers. “So good, baby, you’re so fucking good—”

“Hyung, Tae, I’m—ah, Hyung,” Jeongguk breathes, squirming in his hold amidst all the delightful praise. Taehyung whispers another good and Jeongguk writhes. “Ah—nnghh, I’m coming, I’m—ah, hahh… I’m—fuck, Tae, Taehyung, I’m coming, I’m…!”

Taehyung stills, sudden and abrupt, and Jeongguk feels a scream lodged on his throat along with every bit of tension that has coiled up tight in the lowest part of his stomach, burning and raveling. He squirms, trying to roll his body to fuck himself onto Taehyung, but he’s already all the way inside. His cock presses towards his stomach and Jeongguk blinks away stimulated tears as he feels his own orgasm recede, a wave lapping at its shore before driving back into the ocean. Jeongguk bites down on nothing but air and he struggles to breathe as he tries to push forward a string of coherent words.

“Ta-Tae…?” Is the first thing he’s able to get out. “Wh—why…?” His toes curl in his shoes and he tenses his back, feeling himself clench once around Taehyung. So thick, his brain supplies, and it only coils his stomach further into its own tension. “Wan-wanna come… ’was so—so close…” he mumbles, slowly glancing over his shoulder to find Taehyung’s cruel smirk curving his lips. He feels his walls cling onto him tighter, exhilarated.

“I said—you’ll take what I give you,” he punctuates each word with a little twist of his fingers around the base of Jeongguk’s cock, gripping tight before letting go, and Jeongguk can’t help but slam his fist on the counter out of pure frustration. Taehyung growls, close enough to the back of Jeongguk’s neck that he feels his breath, hot and heavy on his skin. “Greedy fucking slut,” he whispers, and Jeongguk fights back the urge to snarl back. “Guess I’m going to have to teach you some manners, huh?”

“N-no, Taehyung, I just…” he drops his head, defeated. “I just wanna come, please,” he pushes against the counter to make some space between himself and the kitchen so it’ll be easier to rock his body against Taehyung’s cock, against Taehyung’s fingers, but Taehyung presses him against it, stern and cold. “Pl—please, I jus—AH!” He keens when Taehyung pulls away before ramming back into him, so strong that Jeongguk feels the counter dig into his waist, pushing against his stomach and shoving another scream out of him. “Ah, nggh, Tae-hah—hengh—ah!”

Taehyung drives into him with shallow thrusts, short and quick, that barely reach any depth and have Jeonggukyearning for more, desperately rolling his hips every time Taehyung seems like he will push himself further, only for him to barely press his head in before driving away. Taehyung’s cock brushes against his pucker, tender and empty, and he glances over his shoulder one more time, eyelashes damp with want and longing.

“Aw, such a desperate little slut, aren’t you?” He asks, barely pushing in.

It’s a painstaking rhythm; a long and dragged torture that has Jeongguk shaking and whimpering for more, frantically trying to rut his body against Taehyung’s hand, to buck his hips up against his cock. His own hand flies to his cock to stroke himself, but Taehyung is quick to bat it away, and goes as far as to dig his teeth into his shoulder, hard enough to leave a blooming bruise; a dangerous warning looming over him. Jeongguk whines, taking it as best as he can, and he hears the broken sounds ripped out of his chest as Taehyung seems to get closer and closer to his edge. Jeongguk feels within reaching distance of his own, feels ready to tip over at any moment and, at the same time, feels it as far away from him as it can be. Feels Taehyung’s cock close, closeto his softest spots, and not quite hitting them, and Jeongguk knows it’s on purpose and it’s as frustrating as it is aggravating.

“T-Taehyung,” he pleads, after an eternity of bending over the counter. Taehyung twitches inside of him and Jeongguk feels the shudder on his rim, stretched and abused. “I’ve—I’ve been good, come on… just…”

“Nuh-huh,” Taehyung mumbles, face pressed between Jeongguk’s collarbones. His cock is throbbing inside and Jeongguk could cry out of seer frustration; he could come, he could come so easily if Taehyung just pushed all the way inside, if he just shoved his cock in him a couple of times, and Jeongguk would be spilling and seeing white all around his own edges. “You’re mine—”

“Yes,” Jeongguk breathes, feeling Taehyung pull away and leaving him empty for one horrible second. “Yours, ye—yes, please, yes, yours…”

“—mine to use,” Taehyung presses his grin against Jeongguk’s skin, pushing inside a little too quickly, and Jeongguk jolts in his arms. “I’ll use you just as I like. You don’t—fuck, tight, tight, Gguk, shit—you don’t get a say, got it?”

“No,” Jeongguk sobs, trying to push himself along Taehyung’s own rhythm, still so shallow, still so quick, still so—nothing. “Please pl—hah—ease, I can—I am good, I am yours, hyung—Taehyung, please, I’m—your whore, your—ah,” he whines when Taehyung seems to pulse inside him, something erratic, out of rhythm, and Jeongguk drinks out of it, thirsty like the crops after a drought. He bucks his hips up in a raring attempt to get Taehyung to fuck him deeper and better. “M’yours, aren’t I? Yo—hurs to fuck and use, and—use me, please—let me come, let me, I’m so close, I’m—nngh—so close, I’m—”

Taehyung’s nails graze at his back; they dig and scratch, vicious, wanting, and Jeongguk whimpers, a faint echo of Taehyung’s own series of words; each syllable a pearl he strings together.

“Fuck, Gguk, fuck, so tight, you’re so—so hot, so good to fuck, it feels so good, I’m—ah, shit, I’m going to come—I’m going to cum, gonna fill you up real nice.” Jeongguk’s thighs twitch and he keens at the mere thought; Taehyung laughs, but he keeps talking, he keeps talking just like he keeps fucking Jeongguk, so taunting and so dismissive, not caring at all for anything that isn’t chasing his own orgasm, and Jeongguk keens under his hold, elated, used. “You like that, yeah? Always liked being fucking full, filled to the brim, dripping with my cum—bet you would eat yourself out if you could—drink my cum like the thirsty whore you are, so nasty that—ah, hah, ah—fuck—AH.”

Taehyung spills inside of him and it burns. Jeongguk writhes in his arms, pressed against the counter as he feels flooded deep with pure warmth. Taehyung always comes hard and fast, and it’s no different this time. It hits Jeongguk like a hot wave reaching shore and his knees buckle under his own weight. He can’t tell the difference between the lube and Taehyung’s cum, but it feels messy and hot against his walls. Jeongguk whines, softly, trying to turn as he feels Taehyung twitch inside. He’s still filled tightly with Taehyung’s cock amidst the filthy mess he’s left in him and it feels so nasty, even as Taehyung breathes heavily on his ear, his tongue coming out to lick a wet stripe of salty sweat into his mouth.

“Can you feel it?” He asks, low like a valley between mountains, and Jeongguk blinks, stomach taut and shoulders tense. His hand climbs up from Jeongguk’s cock, hard and hopeless for any attention, to skim across his lower stomach. He presses the palm flat against Jeongguk’s muscles and Jeongguk is whimpering before he can fight it back. “I’m still hard,” Taehyung whispers, and it somehow feels like a dangerous threat, a warning of sorts that makes Jeongguk quiver underneath him, nerves tingling in his fingertips with anticipation and thrill. Taehyung circles his hips and Jeongguk feels him then, feels his cock, thick and still hard, as it presses against him. His own walls clench around Taehyung, even despite the ugly mixture of cum and lube that squelches inside him. “What a lousy whore—can’t even get me off properly, huh?”

Jeongguk feels his eyes damp.

“S-sorry,” he mutters, just when Taehyung starts a new rhythm inside of him, slowly circling his hips before bucking them to press upwards. Jeongguk feels each movement of the liquids around his cock, sticky and warm with his own heat. “I th—thought I was good, hyung, I—I wanted…” His own hand comes around his body, underneath the counter, to tug at his cock and relieve part of the pressure he feels building on it. His fingers brush against Taehyung’s, and Taehyung stills, pressing tightly in one of his tender spots, and Jeongguk jolts with a scream. “Ah! N—not there, I—I can’t… please, Tae, just… ah, yes,” he groans when Taehyung’s fingers brush at his cockhead, leaking and throbbing. “Yeah, more, there—more, please…”

“You really think you deserve to come when you’re such a useless whore I can’t even get off?” Taehyung scoffs before standing back up; his cock moves and Jeongguk feels something dribble down his thighs, ripping a shudder straight out of him. “So fucking worthless—,” he shifts behind Jeongguk, groaning when he stretches to grab at something and Jeongguk hears the familiar sound of the lube bottle opening as he closes his eyes. He’s started his own rhythm, slow and subtle, to not aggravate Taehyung with it. It’s a little thing, really, the way he ruts his hips up, how he rolls his body to get any sort of friction in his walls, wet with want. “You’re such a fucking slut, Gguk, shit, so desperate, so—pathetic,” he murmurs to himself, and Jeongguk blushes against the kitchen counter, body still bucking and writhing to fuck himself against Taehyung’s cock, so hard, so thick, so fucking perfect that he could come if Taehyung would just— “Here,” he whispers, placing a hand on his lower back to steady him as he pulls out. Jeongguk jolts, feeling the slow drag against his rim, so wet and hot with everything left behind. It stretches to leave way to Taehyung’s cockhead and Jeongguk feels a sob ripped clean out of him when he tightens around nothing, so empty that it’s almost painful. “Aw, baby wants to be full again, yeah?” He asks, almost cooing, and Jeongguk hums against the kitchen marble, still wet with his own saliva and tears, nodding vigorously. Anything for Taehyung to push into him again, to fuck him senseless and stupid one more time, letting him come, letting him spill over and reach the finish line once and for all. He bucks his hips up, frantic and eager to get Taehyung into him, and something else dribbles down his taint, making him grimace and writhe under Taehyung’s hold. Taehyung brushes at the wet pearl with his thumb, gathering it on his fingertip before pushing it back into Jeongguk with a light and disgusting squelch.

“Wouldn’t want anything spilling out now, would we?” Taehyung grins before shifting behind him and Jeongguk breathes out, dissatisfied.

Something cold presses against his rim.

“Ah, nnn—o,” he squirms, placing his hands on the counter to push himself up, little by little. “T-Tae, I just—I ju—uh—st want you, please… please, keep u—using me.” His voice breaks, feeble and wary, like a thread pulled apart by Taehyung’s master hands, with long fingers that could undo him just as easily. The thought makes something warm coil up in the lowest part of his stomach again. “Please, I can—promise I’ll be guhdd,” he sniffles, but Taehyung just scoffs behind him.

“What an ungrateful bitch,” he scolds, and Jeongguk recoils immediately, lowering his shoulders just as Taehyung pushes inside the cold plug, lubed up and ready for Jeongguk to swallow it whole. “You’re never satisfied—fucking whore…”

Jeongguk swallows it whole.

He feels the thickest part of it pass his rim, stretching it as Taehyung presses stubbornly on it, and it rips out a long and breathy moan from Jeongguk as it finally settles inside of him. The stretch is nice, it’s sweet, it’s satisfying, but it barely fills him up to a third of what Taehyung did before and Jeongguk is starving.

“There,” Taehyung hums, appreciatively. “You like it so much like this? You like being my fucking cumdump,” he lets out a soft chuckle, deep and twisted, fingers gently pushing at the plug, and Jeongguk curls his toes, elated. “You love the mess I make inside you, don’t you? So fucking nasty, Jeongguk-ah—should send you to work just like this. Come inside you a thousand times and plug you up nice and tight after every time,” he whispers, dark coils raveling up in Jeongguk’s stomach, feeling his own orgasm draw nearer and nearer with every word spit out of Taehyung’s perfect mouth. “Put on your clothes and send you off, make you walk around all day with my cum inside—bet you would love that, right?”

“Nnuu—huh,” Jeongguk whimpers, clenching around the silicone.

Taehyung laughs, a half giggle and half scowl. Jeongguk can feel his gaze on him, on his rim stretched wide around the plug, clenching every now and then and making the plastic jolt along all the fluids still sloshing inside of him, a nasty mixture of everything that Taehyung has left in his wake. Taehyung’s eyes must be dark, Jeongguk can imagine them without any need to look at him, and the simple thought of Taehyung’s eyes examining him, staring at him, observing him with such attention, is enough to make his own cock throb, wanting and yearning.

“Pl—please, hyung, just—just want you, just…”

“You want?” Taehyung asks, almost baffled, and he lets out a cruel laughter, his hand coming down to press between Jeongguk’s shoulder blades. “The useless whore can’t even get me off right,” he says, his cock pressing against Jeongguk’s thigh, still hard, still wet. “And you want something?”

“S-sorry, I didn’t—”

“Let’s see if maybe you’re good enough to please me and then we can consider doing something about you, huh?” Taehyung grazes his nails down Jeongguk’s spine, leaving red trails over the taut muscles, and Jeongguk writhes under his touch, delighted and eager for more. “Fuck, you’re so hot, babe.” Jeongguk feels his cock twitch between his legs, and he has to make a deliberate decision not to take his hands down to stroke at it, desperate for some kind of relief. Taehyung must see the want in Jeongguk, his nervousness and impatience, because he shifts behind him, and Jeongguk hears leather rustling against fabric. “Gotta keep you still, beautiful,” he whispers, and the compliment flutters over Jeongguk’s body, making the coil in his lower stomach tighten, warm and wet with longing for more. Taehyung’s hands grip at one of his wrists, so strong and so firm that Jeongguk can’t help but let him, turning himself malleable under Taehyung’s strong fingers. He feels the cold leather on his skin before Taehyung tightens the grip of the belt, and he’s already leaking another drop of precum that trails down his cock. When Taehyung finishes up tying the belt to keep his hands still, he lets his fingers wander up Jeongguk’s arms, tracing the outline of the muscles bulging up under the restrained hold. “There—prettiest slut, all for my taking—fuck,” Taehyung’s whisper comes hoarse, ragged, and there’s some kind of dark pleasure twisting in Jeongguk’s stomach at the thought of him being just as affected as himself. It doesn’t last long because, soon enough, he’s whining when Taehyung’s fingers close around his hair, gripping strong enough to hurt before he pulls at Jeongguk’s locks until he’s straightening himself with a loud gasp for air. “Look at you… what a fucking mess—can barely breathe, huh? Do you want me to take you again? Is that it?”

Jeongguk grits his teeth, clumsily shifting with his back pressed flush against Taehyung’s chest, his hands awkwardly set between the both of them, and he can feel that Taehyung is still dressed. He can touch his dress shirt with his fingertips, and there’s something about that too, about the fact that Taehyung is completely dressed while Jeongguk is naked, tied up and under Taehyung’s hold, so vulnerable, so weak for him. He bites down on his own desire, all of his longing and want, and quiets down without answering the question, knowing full well that Taehyung will force it out of him.

And he does.

“So quiet all of the sudden, hm?” Taehyung whispers by his ear. His teeth close around it, nibbling Jeongguk’s earing before digging in the lobe, pulling slightly and getting a groan out of Jeongguk, hoarse and rough. His groan is soon enough turned into a full out moan when Taehyung’s free hand comes around his cock, fingers dipping into the thick drops of precum leaking from it. Tears spring to his eyes, frantic as he ruts his hips against Taehyung’s fingers, already feeling the coil of an imminent orgasm coming over him. Taehyung huffs by his ear, and it feels cold against the wet spit his biting has left behind. “That’s what I thought—so do you want me to take you?”

“Ah, hah, yes…” he whispers, quiet.

“Then—beg.”

“Yes, yes—please,” he shifts in Taehyung’s hand, bucking his hips and rolling his body, eager for more. “Take me—take me, hyung,” he swallows back, thick saliva running down his throat, and he clenches around the plug, feeling his rim tighten around the stretch. “M’yours, I’m—take me, make me yours, hyung, Taehyung, please…”

“Fucking whore,” Taehyung scoffs close to his ear, taking his fingers away from Jeongguk’s cock and making him let out a sad little sound, a hungry whine when he feels his orgasm roll away from him for the second time. He grits his teeth, glancing upwards to prevent the stimulation tears from falling, but Taehyung’s hand is already gripping the belt and pulling at it, so Jeongguk has no choice but to follow blindly, still dazed and warm. He feels fuzzy inside, a texture made of hot static that rises and spikes in the lowest part of his stomach when Taehyung finally lets go of him to sit idly in the couch. “Knees,” is all he says, and Jeongguk barely has time to scramble to his knees, ignoring the nice warm wave that coils tightly in his stomach when the plug shifts in him, pressing slightly to the side of his rim, before looking at Taehyung through his eyelashes, just like he knows he liked it. Taehyung doesn’t disappoint. He smiles, tenderness seeping through the cruelty that digs into the corners of his mouth, and he raises his hand to almost delicately trace the cut of Jeongguk’s jaw with his thumb. “Hmmm,” he hums, appreciative, and Jeongguk feels his cock twitch his between his legs, neglected even under Taehyung’s heavy gaze. “Pretty, pretty—” Taehyung continues to mumble, for himself; definitely not for Jeongguk, but Jeongguk finds delight in it nonetheless, feeling his jaw tighten for a second when Taehyung holds his chin between his fingers. Taehyung likes to play with his food, always has, and Jeongguk likes to indulge him, as much as his body burns and craves all of Taehyung for himself. But Taehyung likes to take his time, and so he does; he traces the outline of Jeongguk’s jaw first, before diving his fingers down the slope of his cheekbones. He presses his thumb against the mole under his mouth and then he’s starting to pad gently on Jeongguk’s lips. Jeongguk parts his mouth without even thinking about it, and Taehyung’s thumb presses down on his tongue for a second. “Your fucking mouth, Gguk—shit…”

Jeongguk just blinks, all innocence through the heavy want that perches in his eyes, and Taehyung sucks in a sharp breath. His other hand is already palming himself and Jeongguk lowers his eyes to gaze at the lovely purple in Taehyung’s thick cockhead, twitching between his fingers, ready to come. Jeongguk shifts, pressing his thighs together and clenching around the plug in a very deliberate attempt to find some kind of release, but he doesn’t. He only finds Taehyung’s thumb dipping dangerously close to his throat down his tongue and the dark gaze of Taehyung fixated on the way Jeongguk opens his mouth further, eager and malleable.

“Keep it open,” Taehyung orders, and Jeongguk barely has time to nod before he’s pulling his hand away from his mouth. “I’m not done with you just yet.”

Jeongguk feels his cock throb and his thighs twitch before he can fight it back, his shoulders tensing up and Taehyung’s belt tightening around his wrists when a shiver breaks havoc trough his spine. Taehyung is still looking at him, eyes heavy and dark as his hand runs up and down his own cock. His fingers twist around the head, glistening with want and hunger, and his thumb collects the precum beading on the top before smearing it down along its length. Jeongguk feels his mouth wet, saliva pooling under his tongue. He has to fight the urge to close his mouth to swallow it back, with Taehyung’s order still burning bright in his core. Drool overflows in his bottom lip before dribbling down his chin and spilling over to the floor.

“Ah—what a fucking mess, Gguk,” Taehyung groans, but his eyes don’t leave Jeongguk, don’t leave his mouth, still parted in a silent plea. His thumb rubs at the underside of his cockhead and Jeongguk feels his body boil over with pure want. “You’re such a wreck already—are you drooling for my cock?” Jeongguk blinks, only once, long eyelashes fluttering close before coming up again, and Taehyung is already smirking when he looks at him again. “Well, go ahead, then. I’m not so cruel, am I?”

“Oh, thank you,” Jeongguk mumbles, not even attempting to clean up the saliva glistening in the corners of his mouth before shifting closer to Taehyung. “Thank you, hyung, thank you.”

Taehyung hums something in response, but it’s quickly drowned out into a groan when Jeongguk opens his lips wide before sinking down. Taehyung’s cock is thick and hard in his mouth, it stretches his lips out until they strain, and Jeongguk forces himself to drive down, down, down, until the cockhead reaches the back of his throat and he gags. His throat flutters in a weak attempt to resist Taehyung’s cock and his tongue laps up in instinct, licking at the underside of Taehyung’s shaft and earning a pleased groan in response. Jeongguk pulls off, just slightly, until his lips close around the head, and he licks at the tip, right over the slit, salty and warm, before going back down. A dark moan is born deep in Taehyung’s chest when Jeongguk breathes in and forces himself to relax around him in order to swallow further and further, until Taehyung’s cock is reaching down his throat. Jeongguk stops, slow and careful, keeping him tight and warm inside his mouth for a second too long before Taehyung shifts, an exasperated grunt spilling over.

“Shit—you’re sure taking your sweet time.” Strong fingers tread through his hair, brushing it away from his forehead before gripping tight and strong at the base of the locks, a mess after Taehyung’s hold by the kitchen. Taehyung tugs at his hair now like he did before, and Jeongguk lets out a pained groan that vibrates around his cock before he’s forced to pull away. He blinks softly, dazed by the memory of the stretch in his mouth around Taehyung’s cock, when he’s forced to stare at Taehyung’s scowl. Something drops in his stomach, dread and excitement tangled together in a mess. Taehyung tilts his head to the side, so dangerous that Jeongguk wants to turn pliant under his touch. “Did you forget who this is for?”

“N—nno…” he starts, but Taehyung isn’t having any of it.

He guides Jeongguk back to him. And it would almost be tender, it would almost be gentle; the way he slowly takes Jeongguk back towards his cock, so hard it seems to strain under shades of red and purple. It would almost be soft, if the hand gripping his hair wasn’t tugging at his locks so harshly that it’s painful. Jeongguk lets out a hurting groan that quickly gets drown against the head of Taehyung’s cock. Jeongguk gasps, drool slobbering down his lips and tracing one of Taehyung’s veins on its way down, only to be quickly followed by Jeongguk’s mouth when Taehyung pushes him down. Jeongguk parts his lips as much as he can, welcoming him back into the roof of his mouth, feeling the sour taste of salt and sweat on his tongue as Taehyung slides past it. His throat flutters when Taehyung comes in contact with it, and Jeongguk forces himself to breathe in to let his gag reflex allow for Taehyung’s cock, but he doesn’t wait. Instead, his fingers force Jeongguk down, down, down. Down until Jeongguk’s nose presses against Taehyung’s skin, flushed and hot to the touch; down to swallow the entirety of his cock, too big and too hard for Jeongguk not to drown in it. Inevitably, Jeongguk chokes. He gags and his throat pulses around Taehyung when he lodges himself in it, firmly warmed by Jeongguk while tears spill down onto Taehyung’s skin. Jeongguk feels his breath stuck in his lungs and his throat flutters again around Taehyung in a weak attempt to get him to swallow properly, unsuccessfully and unable to do it with his throat filled to the brim with Taehyung. It burns and it aches and Jeongguk can feel the pain all over, starting with the uncomfortable stretch of his lips around the base of Taehyung’s cock, following how full his mouth feels, the ache of his jaw forced to stay open, the familiar feeling of his throat being lodged, filled and used. Jeongguk closes his eyes, damp with aching tears that roll down his cheeks, and Taehyung’s fingers shift in his hair to make him to tilt his head up.

“Look at me,” Taehyung groans, through the stimulation, and Jeongguk feels something boiling twisting in his stomach just as his cock aches for Taehyung to touch him further. “I said look at me, you fucking whore.”

Jeongguk musters whatever energy he has left to pry his eyes open. Pearls of want and hurt have welled up in his eyes enough for them to start to fall down when he does, and he feels the hint of his gag reflex closing in around Taehyung, so he swallows it back, keeping Taehyung nice and warm, sheathed in his throat. He has to blink a couple of times for the tears to make way to a blurred Taehyung staring at him with a gaze so dark that Jeongguk has to press his thighs together, feeling himself throbbing with neglect. He looks at Taehyung under the weight of his eyelashes, heavy with wanting tears, with his face still pressed flush against him, nose gently tugged between the pubic hair and mouth completely stuffed. And he feels the exact moment Taehyung’s cock twitches inside his mouth, digging painfully at the back of his throat and making him audibly gag, a vibration that runs all the way through Taehyung, making him arch his body with a deep growl.

“Good boy—fuck, Gguk, your mouth—I’m going to fuck you up so badly—fuck all that pretty out of you, aren’t I?”

And he does. Taehyung tightens under him, tense as he drives himself out of his mouth and forcing an uncomfortable drag through Jeongguk’s throat. He lets his cockhead rest against Jeongguk’s tongue; lips parted into a loud pant for air and spit falling down the shaft of Taehyung’s cock as Jeongguk slurps on his slit, filling up with precum that tastes so much of Taehyung that Jeongguk feels dazed already. He sucks in a sharp breath just in time for Taehyung to thrust into his mouth, violent and rough, and Jeongguk gags the moment he feels Taehyung force his way through the entrance of his throat, already trying to close. Taehyung drives past it, digging into Jeongguk’s mouth so harshly that he chokes on his cock, chokes on all of it and chokes on his own tears as they finally tip over and roll down his cheeks, burning just like the stretch on his throat does. Taehyung doesn’t allow him to get used to it, pulling away before shoving himself back into Jeongguk’s throat, starting a ruthless rhythm that has Jeongguk’s jaw slaw and pained under the strain, his throat surely bruising under the relentless use. Taehyung uses him forcefully and urgently, not letting Jeongguk adjust or get used to it at all. It’s a brutal pace. Jeongguk gags and chokes more often than not, and he tries to swallow Taehyung but sometimes he doesn’t get to before Taehyung is ruthlessly fucking himself in, with little regard for the horrible sounds that it elicits out of Jeongguk, pained and delighted. He can barely breathe, can barely make out some air around the shape of Taehyung’s cock when he pulls out, because immediately after Taehyung is diving back in, so deep and so long that Jeongguk chokes again, his whole mouth parting up further to take in as much as he can, wanting to take in as much as he can, wanting everything, wanting more. His body lets out an ugly sound, a choked sob melting into a plea, bargaining for more, and Taehyung’s grip on his hair tightens with another rough kick of his hips towards Jeongguk, shoving his cock so far down his throat that he could swear it reaches all the way down. Jeongguk gags and Taehyung pulls away for a second before pressing down again. Jeongguk gags, and gags, and Taehyung pushes, harshly fucking into his mouthuntil Jeongguk is forced to swallow him whole. Jeongguk feels himself turn hot and pliant under Taehyung’s violence, feels himself slowly drop his shoulders and hollow out his mouth for Taehyung to use to his heart’s content. Feels his mind fogged up from everything raining down on him. His chest burns from the lack of air, desperate for any kind of breath that he can’t seem to take in. His head hurts from the tough grip that Taehyung has taken on him, keeping his head still as he fucks in and out of his mouth. His throat aches, constantly forced to stretch around the thickness of Taehyung’s cock, always being forced open by its head, pressing insistently at his gag reflex, and Jeongguk feels something warm twitch in him at the thought of bruises blooming outside and inside of him.

Taehyung mumbles a string of words that slip out of his mouth just like he thrusts into Jeongguk’s, and it makes whatever emotions twist in Jeongguk’s stomach melt into pure delight.

“—so fucking good, shit, ah, shit, Gguk—good boy, yes, hah, such a—doll, aren’t you? Good little doll, good tight fuckhole, all for me, shit, Gguk-hah, so good, so tight so warmsotightsogoodshitthebestfuckingwhoreformetouse—”

Jeongguk knows what Taehyung likes. It’s been enough years to know exactly what to do, how to do it, and he pulls at the small pieces of information and at whatever resilience he still holds close to tilt his chin up. Taehyung fucks into the roof of his mouth, hips jerking up before he pushes down on Jeongguk’s throat and he’s more ready this time, he swallows right after the first gag and Taehyung goes down his throat smoothly with a long and deep groan, just as deep as he’s pushing himself onto Jeongguk, until his nose is pressed flush against Taehyung’s skin. And Jeongguk looks up. Looks at Taehyung. More tears pearl his cheeks but he pushes past them to stare at Taehyung through his eyelashes, damp and heavy, all wide and light innocence as Taehyung fucks into his mouth, his cock pushing down his throat in a brutal and ruthless pace that makes another horrible sound rip itself out of Jeongguk, sobbing, choking, wanting.

“AH, fuck, I—”

Taehyung spills down his throat and Jeongguk feels his cock twitch against his stomach as he struggles to swallow back. He closes his eyes without even meaning to, and two more tears roll down his cheeks, thick and full of the longing he feels pooling deep in the lowest part of his stomach. Taehyung is groaning above him, his cock still throbbing against the tight walls of Jeongguk’s throat, harsh fingers digging into his scalp and pulling, tugging at the strands of hair fanning over his forehead. Jeongguk whimpers, mouth filled to the brim. Taehyung tastes all salt and sour as he drags his cock out of his mouth, and Jeongguk feels overwhelmed by the sudden sensation filling up his head, thick fog misting up each inch of free space in him. He feels his shoulders slacken and his back give out and he’s about to fall backwards, hazed, when Taehyung’s grip on his hair keeps him in place.

“You look so fucking pathetic, Gguk,” Taehyung rasps, voice deepening the way it always does after his orgasm, a low scowl scratched at the back of his throat, in that same place where Jeongguk still feels a hidden ache of sorts, pain flaring up slowly where Taehyung had shoved himself. Still dazed, he wonders if he will have bruises inside him tomorrow, before a finger presses against the corner of his mouth, wet and heavy. Jeongguk parts his lips without even having to think about it, mind fogged up, and Taehyung’s thumb comes to press down on his tongue. Jeongguk tastes salt and sour again. “Shit—hold on, baby,” he whispers, guiding him carefully to rest his head in what Jeongguk feels is his knee. He whines, softly, still a throbbing neglect running through his own cock, and he tries to make out Taehyung’s name on his tongue, but he can only let out an annoyed hoarse whimper that makes Taehyung chuckle, an echo to the sound of the couch dipping when Taehyung leans to the side. “I just want to—ah, here,” he mumbles, to himself, and Jeongguk sighs, shifting softly on his own legs to feel his plug press slightly on his rim, making him squirm, exasperated and eager. “Open your eyes,” Taehyung commands, an order that reaches Jeongguk harshly, and he has no choice but to open his eyes with a soft and damp blink of his eyelashes. He watches in a dazed silence Taehyung holding his phone in his hands, and he doesn’t quite register what is happening until Taehyung grins, an unkind small curl to his mouth. “I have to take a picture of you looking this worthless,” he whispers over the brief sound of the camera snapping, and Jeongguk parts his lips in a short flushed pout. “Should I set it as my screen saver?”

Jeongguk feels his cock throb, painfully and harshly.

“Taehyung—” He whines, pressing his forehead against the inside of Taehyung’s knee. His voice is hoarse, rough at every edge around each syllable, and he feels an ache digging at his throat when he pulls air through it. He squirms again, and the plug presses against the upper part of his rim, wet and stretched. He fights back a frustrated little sound as he looks up at Taehyung through his eyelashes, wet and heavy with want. “Was I good? Was—was I good enough? Please,” he pleads, and his thighs twitch at the dark wells in Taehyung’s eyes.

“You look so cute when you beg, doll.”

Jeongguk closes his eyes for a short second, feeling a heavy sigh roll off his tongue when Taehyung’s fingers tread through his hair almost carefully, so gentle that he feels tears slowly building up in his eyes.

“I just—” He sniffles before drawing a heavy breath. He squirms on his place again, tilting his head up to feel more of Taehyung’s hand on his hair and shifting to let the plug press against him again. His cock throbs against his stomach and he sucks in a sharp sigh. “I just wanna come, please—please, I was good, wasn’t I? I was good…”

“Do you think you deserve it?” Taehyung practically purrs and something dark and sweet pools low in Jeongguk’s stomach, honey dripping over a sunset that doesn’t quite settle down.

“Y—yes?” He tries, opening his eyes back up to stare at Taehyung, a silent plea lodged on his tongue, along the taste of sour and salt that still lingers on it. “Yes, please—”

Taehyung grins; that smirk that always pulls at a corner of his mouth further than the other, raising his cheek towards his eye and making Jeongguk curl his toes in anticipation.

“Alright—I guess you’ve been good enough to spoil a bit.”

Jeongguk parts his lips to let out a victorious yell, but all that comes out of him is a hoarse pained whimper when Taehyung’s grip tightens on his hair to pull so roughly that he has no choice but to stand up. He lets out another hurt groan, feeling his knees weak under his weight, buckling after a mere second of holding him up and sending him down. Taehyung holds him up, big hands coming to his sides to guide him to the couch, not as gentle as Jeongguk would’ve liked, but not cruel either. It’s uncomfortable; his hands dig awkwardly on his back, still restrained by the leather belt, but Taehyung doesn’t seem to care about it. He coos softly when Jeongguk sighs, and lets him rest on his back, head placed on one of the side pillows. Taehyung’s fingers skim down his sides until they stop at his hips, thumbs digging down on the line tracing out the bone, and Jeongguk’s hips kick up out of instinct, desperate for more of his touch. Taehyung’s grip turns harsh, fingers clutching down on him and bruising. Jeongguk tilts his head up with a new whine scratched at the back of his throat, rough and hurting.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” Taehyung growls somewhere close to his neck and Jeongguk arches his entire body in an anxious search for his words to come to life. “Stay still,” Taehyung commands, and his breath washes over his skin, hot and heavy with longing. His tongue is wet and warm on Jeongguk’s skin when he traces the outline of his jaw, and he closes his eyes again when Taehyung’s lips close tenderly on his neck, harsh teeth digging into the tender flesh to leave a splotch of red behind, slick with spit and want. Taehyung’s hand leaves his hip to press his thumb down on the brand, making Jeongguk shift under the touch. “You always bruise so nicely—” He leans back down to press another boiling kiss on his neck, right under his jaw, and Jeongguk feels his head fog up again, his cock twitching gently at the certainty that he won’t be able to hide those brands. Taehyung almost seems to read it on his face, because he’s pressing his grin against the blooming bruise with a rough and delighted grunt. “I have to make sure that everyone knows—you’re my whore.”

“Nnggh—” Jeongguk whimpers, arching his body again. “Yes, yes, please—please, I’m—I’m… T-Tae, just—please, touch me, please, I’ll do a—anything, just want—just want you—please, please…”

Taehyung’s hand comes back down to dip dangerously close to his cock, and Jeongguk sucks in a shark breath in an exhilarated anticipation, only for Taehyung to run the palm of his hand down the inside of his thigh, sensitive and weal at the touch. Jeongguk squirms but lets him handle him, lets Taehyung open his legs and buck his hips up, lets himself turn malleable and pliant under his hands.

“Keep your fucking legs open,” Taehyung murmurs, pinching lightly at the tender inside of his thigh to elicit a new whine out of Jeongguk. “You’re going to make such a mess, shit—are you going to clean it all up later, sweetheart?” Jeongguk blinks, soft tears in softer eyelashes, and nods dazedly. “What a fucking slut—”

Taehyung’s fingers skim over his leg again and, for a split second, Jeongguk think he’s finally going to get the release he’s been waiting for since what seems like forever ago, but his hand doesn’t even graze against his cock on its way up to his face. Jeongguk kicks his hips up with a little whimper, but Taehyung pays it no mind, fingertips gently brushing against Jeongguk’s bottom lip. He parts his mouth without much resistance, eyes glazed over as Taehyung pushes in, knuckle after knuckle until his fingers are firmly settled on Jeongguk’s tongue.

“You better work it, baby,” he sounds inviting, almost tender, and Jeongguk nods as he wraps his lips around his fingers, tongue lapping at them to wet them as much as he can. He doesn’t notice Taehyung’s other hand until he feels the plug shifting in his rim, fingers digging around the stretch and pulling before pushing. He parts his lips to gasp out loud, panting desperately as a red hot thrill runs all the way up his spine from the small of his back. He attempts to whine something but it comes out a garbled mess that makes drool dribble down his chin. He gulps, trying to swallow back the saliva pooling between his tongue and Taehyung’s fingers, and his hips buck up when Taehyung pushes the plug in again. “So nasty, Gguk,” he scolds, taking his fingers out of his mouth.

“S—sorry.” Jeongguk squirms, something hot and heavy coiling even tighter in the lowest part of his stomach, right underneath where his cock curls, hard and still neglected. The second Taehyung’s fingers, slick with saliva, graze against it, he’s kicking his hips up, out of control. “Ah—hah, yes, please—”

Taehyung’s fingers are long and wet as they wrap around his cock and Jeongguk feels thick tears of relief rolling down his face to get lost in his hair, fanned over the pillow under his head. It’s easy, the way Taehyung works him up, the way his hands settle in a constant rhythm. He twists the plug between his left hand and it’s not nearly as satisfying at it would be to fuck himself stupid on Taehyung, but it’s enough to rile him up, the thought of Taehyung’s cum still inside him, the though of it soiling his insides, squelching at every twist and shift of the plug in his hands. Jeongguk’s cock almost aches in Taehyung’s fingers, and he’s so ready to come, he feels so ready to tip over already, feels himself approaching the orgasm with every twist and turn of Taehyung’s wrist, with each stroke up and down his shaft, every time Taehyung’s finger dips into his slit, every second that passes with his hands on him. Jeongguk finds himself rutting his hips, rolling his body to help with the rhythm that Taehyung works him with, so the plug attempts to come out of him for long seconds before it’s pushed back in, ripping moan after moan from his throat until he feels it aching again, bruised from before.

“T—Taehyung, yes, yes, I’m—I’m—ah, ah, ah, I’m going to—nngh—I’m—ah—hah, ah, yes, AH—!” He screams, watching white start to creep on the edges of his eyes, right before it all comes to a halt.

He sucks in a sharp breath, blinking away confused tears of stimulation as he feels all of the tension coil a little further inside him before starting to untangle itself to leave him with an overwhelming feeling of frustration and despair.

“T-Tae—whuh—” He mumbles, body jerking on the couch when he realizes that Taehyung’s hands have left his body right before letting him come undone. His cock throbs, so hard and so neglected that it aches from deep within, a pleasant hurt that digs away at the lowest part of his stomach. He whimpers, pulling at his hands to get free and touch himself into the orgasm he so desperately seeks, but Taehyung’s belt holds them in place and he can’t help the frustrated jerk of his hips. “Tae—Taehyung, come on, fucking—just let me fucking come, I’m so—I need it. Please, please, just—”

“You really thought it was going to be that easy, huh?” Taehyung sneers from above him, and Jeongguk blinks again; more pearls trickle down his face as he tries to focus back. Taehyung’s hand is languidly moving over something, but Jeongguk is vaguely aware that it’s not on him because he feels miserably forsaken. His body feels like a wreck, messy ruins left behind with barely a heartbeat to pulse through it, painfully and wanting. He bucks his hips up with a new hoarse whimper and an entire shiver runs through him when he realizes that Taehyung is stroking himself, already hard again. 

Taehyung leans down and, for a second, Jeongguk thinks he’s going to kiss him. He arches his body, pushing at the hands on his back and tensing up his stomach to raise himself up as much as he can and pout his lips, longing, despairing. Taehyung hovers over his mouth for a long second and Jeongguk gasps when his breath washes over his mouth, hot and heavy with the same yearning as he feels coiling along his stomach.

“Pl—please…” He begs, at the same time as Taehyung’s fingers find their way back to his cock. Jeongguk keens, so neglected that he twitches helplessly between Taehyung’s fingers, easily, and he can’t help but let out a desperate sob.

“Aw, is it too much, doll?” Taehyung coos, not even attempting to take his hand off for a second. “What a shame, isn’t it?”

“Taehyung,” Jeongguk sobs in his desperation.

“Aish—” Taehyung sighs, fingers tracing one of the veins in Jeongguk’s cock. He drops his hand down his taint until he reaches the plug again and he tugs at it, almost tentatively. Jeongguk’s reaction is immediate; his whole body jerks, shoulders pressing back on the couch and hips kicking up towards him. “You’re so impatient for being such a worthless slut, you know?”

Taehyung pulls at the plug, so violently abrupt that Jeongguk feels his body dragged on the couch for a couple of centimeters with a shriek broken straight through his aching throat. His thighs twitch and his rim clenches on nothing, suddenly empty, and a wrecked whine stretches through his tongue. He feels himself writhe on the couch again, hips rutting on nothing, so empty, so cold, so alone, and he feels something warm want to dribble out of him, slowly trickling inside. He feels so fucking wet that it’s nasty, filthy in a way it wasn’t before, and he squirms with a small grimace before Taehyung’s hand helps his hips up, deliberately guiding Jeongguk against his hips.

Taehyung’s cock breaches through his rim easily with a loud squelch of the mess Jeongguk has carried inside. Jeongguk keens, his whole body pulsing as Taehyung shoves himself inside, inch by inch until he’s so deep in Jeongguk that he can see white breaking apart at his eyes again. He pulls at his hands one more time, finding them tied to his back, and he whimpers for more, but a garbled mess comes out with a thin trail of saliva trickling down the corner of his mouth.

“You’re so hot like this—warming up with my cock, fucking drooling for it, shit—where’s my phone?” He shifts, turning around to palm the couch in search for it and Jeongguk feels his eyes flutter close with a little ah-ah-ah that shatters through his gritted teeth when Taehyung’s cock moves in him. “Ah—here.” Click. Jeongguk feels a flush warm up his ears, one he didn’t know he had the energy for, and he lets out an exhausted and frantic pant. Click. “What did you say before, darling?” Taehyung shifts again with another clickof the camera and Jeongguk writhes, rutting his hips against his, eager. Click. “Open your mouth—here,” a thumb presses against his bottom lip and Jeongguk parts his lips, pliant. Warmth pours out of the corner of his mouth and he blinks, dazedly trying to find out what it is. Click. He’s drooling, he notices, and he shifts awkwardly, only for Taehyung’s cock to press upwards inside him and another ah-ah escapes him. “You said hyung could fuck you better?”

Taehyung’s hand is on his cock, gentle fingers stroking him languidly, outlining the underside of his cockhead, dipping into his slit, tracing another vein, pushing him, and pushing him, and pushing him. Jeongguk opens his eyes, trying to focus back on him, watching the way he moves, the way he looks, the way he breathes. His hair is fanning over his forehead and over his eyes, so dark that Jeongguk could see his own reflection if his own eyes would focus instead of hazing away every other heartbeat. Taehyung’s hips have started moving against him and Jeongguk can hear it, the filthy squelch that comes from each time Taehyung thrusts inside. He doesn’t even remember Taehyung using lube this time around, and the thought of being so wet that he shoved himself in him so easily is enough to make him whimper for more.

“Ah-ah-ah—nnghh—hah, yes, Ta-ah—Taehyung, yes, I—please—please—this time, this—ah, yes, ple—ah—se.” se sobs out a plea, body shaking with want, with nerves, with each thrill being send down his spine.

Taehyung’s cock drives into him so forcefully that he feels stars starting to drip over his eyes from his eyelashes. He’s quick to drag himself along Jeongguk’s walls, so hot and so wet, a heavy weight lodged inside of him with the shape of Taehyung. Jeongguk breathes in, painfully, feeling himself about to tip over yet again, and he almost wants to reach out with his hands to grab at the white threatening to flood him, so anxious to get it for himself once and for all. It’s close, it’s so close, just as he is, so close, so fucking close he can almost taste it on his tongue, over the salt and the sour, over Taehyung himself. He feels tears rolling down his face, mere pearls dribbling down like the ones Taehyung keeps gathering from the tip of his cock to drag it along his shaft, thick and hard with the desperation that each and every previous attempt have drilled into his body. Jeongguk keens, his body writhing against Taehyung’s, out of control. His hips jerk up every other second, and his thighs twitch around Taehyung’s waist, cock wet and heavy in his hand. He pulls at his shoulders, the leather of the belt digging and biting at his skin, and he pays it no mind when Taehyung shoves inside of him one more time, brutal and forceful, straight into one of his most tender spots, as his wrist twists and his fingers curl around Jeongguk’s cockhead.

Jeongguk breaks apart.

“TAEHYUNG!” He bawls, body tense tense tense.

Everything goes white.

Color seems to break apart between the fog that floods in, sudden and abrupt, and Jeongguk allows it as he feels himself riding the highest point of a wave of pleasure and thrill, delight embedded into each little particle of foam and water.

Somewhere out there, someone is wheezing for air, sobbing out another series of ah-ah-ah-ah-ah that makes him blink with a soft flutter of his eyelashes, trying to come back to himself. Dazed, he slowly parts his lips to gasp in a desperate attempt for a chance to breathe normally.

“Te—Taeheng—ha,” he garbles out, words as wrecked up as he feels inside, where Taehyung presses his thick and hard cock down, warm and wet with the mess past the stretch of his rim.

“You came so much, baby—do you see now?” Taehyung’s gentle whisper is on his ear and Jeongguk sobs, canting his head back in earnest despair. “See that I’ve made you mine?” Taehyung’s hips have kept moving and Jeongguk barely hears the faint sound that comes from it, skin slapping against skin as his thrusts become more vicious, more brutal. It’s a forceful pace, one that sways him on the couch, thrust after thrust, and Jeongguk is quick to start feeling the ache of overstimulation in every part of him. It starts deep in his core, and it reaches out with red fingers of aching pleasure grabbing at every nerve that they can take for themselves. He writhes on the couch with a new little whimper falling off his lips, shifting his hips in a failed attempt at removing himself from Taehyung’s ruthless rhythm, who justlaughs in return. “Too much again, doll? How pathetic—”

Jeongguk loses track of Taehyung’s sneers as he flails helplessly under him and his violent pace. He feels his eyes flutter close one more time, too exhausted and worn out by everything that has already poured out of him, and is vaguely aware that Taehyung keeps talking, praise and degradation blurring together in a blur of words that spill over his lips, echoed by Jeongguk’s own whimpers. It all stops so suddenly that Jeongguk almost misses the burn that runs inside of him when Taehyung finally comes. It floods him, hot and heavy, and his whole body jolts with the feeling that runs through him, so quickly that he writhes one more time, blinking away tears of pained overstimulation. He feels something wet dribble down the side of his face and he lets his body finally rest, calming down every flared up nerve still sending thrilled shivers through him. He eases back into the couch, watching darkness falls as he closes his eyes, dazed and lost.

Something hurts deep down, something dragging itself out of him, too big and too deep, and it lasts for too long for Jeongguk not to let a broken sob tear itself through his chest, voice hoarse and rough. He is so suddenly empty that it aches. He feels himself flutter on nothing, hoping for something to fill him again, but the feeling doesn’t come; instead, something else starts to trickle out and he hears a whisper in the dark void that surrounds him, gentle and tender, before softness presses against him. He flinches on whatever surface he doesn’t remember being in, violently blinking back into his body and distantly recognizing the shapes of their living room. He’s crying, he notices, and loving kisses pepper each and every tear attempting to roll down the paths already set on his face.

“Hey, hey, I’m here—” He hears, far off in the distance. “I got you, babe. I got you. You did so good, Jeongguk-ah, so good, I’m so proud—just going to clean you up a little, alright? Hold on for a minute.” Fingers press on his rim again, digging into him for a short and tender second, and Jeongguk bucks his hips away with a soft whimper. “I know, love, I know. But you’ll hate it if I leave you like this… just hang on one second, sweetheart. Here—” A soft hand treads through his hair, brushing it away from his forehead, and Jeongguk blinks again, slowly making out Taehyung’s features in front of him.

“Ah—” He moans, reaching out with his hand to find his face. His hands are free, he notices, and he looks at them with dazed eyes, confused and baffled. Taehyung takes his hand between his fingers, and his lips fall on Jeongguk one more time, covering each knuckle, tracing the back of his hand, kissing his wrist until Jeongguk feels himself breathe again. “Taehyung,” he manages to get out, and Taehyung’s smile breaks free in his chest.

“I’m here, sweetheart. I love you—I got you,” he whispers, leaning down to press the softest kiss on his lips. Jeongguk gasps into it, lips parted and ready for more, but Taehyung doesn’t go any further than a heartfelt graze against his mouth. “I love you so much—You did so good, babe. You were so so good, I swear, every time you just outdo yourself, don’t you?” He presses his grin against the corner of Jeongguk’s mouth and Jeongguk smiles back, weakly, interlacing his fingers with Taehyung’s with a little hum of acknowledgement. “I love you, love you so much.”

“Even—” Jeongguk rasps. His voice is hoarse, rough after the abuse of his throat and the screams ripped clean out of it, and he gulps softly before trying to speak up again. “Love me even though—even though I didn’t make coffee?”

Taehyung breaks into a giggle, a sweet brief thing that Jeongguk wants to kiss over and over again. He tilts his head up and Taehyung gets the message, another kiss falling down on his lips, longer and gentler. Jeongguk can almost feel his heart between kiss and kiss, and he enjoys every single beat of love that pulses through.

“Love you even though you didn’t make coffee,” Taehyung giggles, and his breath washes over the heart on Jeongguk’s lips, light and wild in its comfort. “Love you always, Jeongguk-ah.”