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One of Taehyung’s favorite pastimes is watching Jeongguk work out.
He supposes that makes him a simple person, easy to please. In truth, Taehyung doesn’t require very many things to sustain his happiness.
First and foremost: Jeongguk’s life-giving love. Taehyung has proclaimed it ad nauseam, but Jeon Jeongguk truly is the love of his life. Often, Taehyung fantasizes about one day marrying the man. He imagines wearing a beautiful, silver band on his ring finger that shows the world he’s spoken for. He imagines being able to refer to Jeongguk as his husband. He imagines a lifetime stretching out before them filled with beautiful moments as they experience everything life has to offer them and eventually grow old together.
The other relationships in Taehyung’s life are important as well: his friendship with his soulmate, Jimin, which Taehyung values like a rare treasure, the loving bonds he has with his hyungs: Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon, and the companionship he shares with his sweet puppy, Yeontan, who brings him so much joy.
And then, of course, there are the things that add color and fulfillment to Taehyung’s life: his creative pursuits (acting and photography) and his beloved dramas, which he never fails to watch and support (especially if it’s a Park Seojoon drama).
As long as he has these things in his life, Taehyung is happy. More than happy really. Radiant. Living life in total bliss. Again, he’s a simple-hearted person. Though Jeongguk regularly dotes on him with designer clothes and expensive gifts, and though Taehyung very much appreciates the show of affection, even without those things, he’d be perfectly content.
It doesn’t take much to put a smile on his face.
And when it comes to Jeongguk, it also doesn’t take much to make his heart beat a little faster.
Point in case: he’s only been inside the home gym for all of five minutes, and he’s already feeling feverish, as if he was holding his face in front of an open oven.
Jeongguk, of course, is to blame. As he always is.
He’s in the boxing ring, sparring with his trainer, who’s wearing red boxing mitts and absorbing every last one of Jeongguk’s punches. Taehyung has no idea how. The force of Jeongguk’s blows seem enough to shatter every bone in a man’s hands.
Taehyung draws closer to the boxing ring.
Jeongguk’s workout facility is the size of a typical boxing gym, with soaring ceilings that make the room even more spacious. It houses a standard size boxing ring, a free weight area with endless racks of dumbbells and kettlebells, a section featuring punching bags of all shapes and sizes, and an area overrun by strength training machines that look more like torture devices. There’s even an indoor running track that loops around the entirety of the room.
Taehyung has never worked out here himself.
Well, no, that’s not entirely accurate.
The first few times Taehyung had visited Jeongguk’s home, long before he’d become a member of the Jeon household himself, Jeongguk had given him a grand tour of the home’s highlights (which didn’t even cover a fraction of the place’s amenities, but then again, maybe that had been the point--to avoid overwhelming Taehyung with too much grandeur). In any case, when Jeongguk showed him the gym, Taehyung had entered wide-eyed with slackened jaw.
“There are so many,” he said, running his fingertips over a row of dumbbells. He picked a particularly bulky one up--only for it to immediately yank his body forward as the weight crashed to the ground, Taehyung unable to keep it up. He was only thankful it hadn’t landed on his poor toes. Jeongguk had only chuckled, leaning over to easily pick up the dumbbell and return it to its station. Taehyung had found the ease with which he’d performed the simple action incredibly attractive.
Right now, Jeongguk’s hair is drenched with sweat and plastered to his forehead. His entire body is glistening with sweat, in fact. A drop of it trails down the dips beside his bulging biceps. He’s wearing a black shirt with low-cut arm holes, and Taehyung can see his chest and abs covered in a sheen of sweat as well.
Taehyung swallows, licks his lips.
“You’re losing pace,” the trainer tells Jeongguk. “Pick it up!”
Taehyung is always surprised to hear Beomseok speak to Jeongguk like this. Then again, Beomseok is decades older with silver hair and aged, leathery skin. In his prime, he was a champion MMA fighter, and the grit he no doubt maintained in those years remains with him still. He’s a no-nonsense trainer who isn’t afraid to push Jeongguk or identify areas for improvement.
Taehyung doesn’t think Jeongguk needs to improve in any area, but he admits he may be biased.
He continues watching Jeongguk, who’s running through a series of jabs, uppercuts, and hooks. At least, that’s what Taehyung thinks all the different punches are called. They honestly look the same to him.
Boxing and MMA fighting aren’t really his thing. Whenever Jeongguk’s men have ‘Fight Night’ in the family room, Taehyung sequesters himself in his private bedroom to watch rom-coms instead. He doesn’t understand what’s so appealing about watching grown men beat each other up until they have busted eyes and bleeding lips. If anything, it makes Taehyung cringe just thinking about it.
He tried taking part in the festivities once, wanting to be as much a part of Jeongguk’s world as possible, but within minutes, he learned it wasn’t for him. The violence was enough to make his stomach churn. So was the zeal with which the others were yelling at the TV, cheering on their fighter of choice as he continued to pulverize his opponent.
No, Taehyung is more than happy to be excluded from Fight Night.
But he has no problem whatsoever with watching Jeongguk channel his inner mixed martial artist here in the home gym.
Taehyung brackets his hands onto the lowest rope of the boxing ring, eyes riveted to Jeongguk’s figure as the other finishes his training session with Beomseok. By the end of it all, Jeongguk’s skin is shining with sweat, face flushed and hair soaked. He continues speaking with Beomseok about today’s performance and nods along as the older man provides tips around how to enhance it.
And then Jeongguk does the unthinkable.
He peels off his shirt.
Taehyung bites down on the lowest rope of the boxing ring as Jeongguk proceeds to use his shirt as a washcloth, wiping the sweat from his face and torso. He performs the action so casually, none the wiser as to the torture he’s putting Taehyung through. He knows Taehyung is there. He spotted him minutes earlier when Beomseok officially ended today’s session. Still, there is no regard for Taehyung’s weakness.
It’s so unfair.
It’s so unfair how perfect Jeongguk’s body is. Rivulets of sweat trail down the ravines between his abs, and it’s all Taehyung can do to keep from running his fingertips over the hard-packed muscles. And his chest--it’s so defined, as if carved from stone. Taehyung thinks about the way it feels when they’re in bed together, Taehyung’s head resting upon it so that he can feel Jeongguk’s heartbeat like a metronome. Nevermind his arms…those arms.
Taehyung’s knees all but buckle whenever Jeongguk’s strong, muscled arms snake around his waist and pull him closer until he and Jeongguk are breathing the same warm air. Those are the same arms that hoist Taehyung up so he can wrap his legs around Jeongguk’s waist, just before Jeongguk pins his back against a wall of whatever room they’re in and crushes his lips against Taehyung’s. Those are the same arms that carefully set Taehyung’s legs over each of Jeongguk’s shoulders when they’re in bed together about to make love, Jeongguk kissing Taehyung’s ankles and inner thighs until Taehyung is whimpering. Those are the same arms Jeongguk uses to flip Taehyung on his stomach, to hold Taehyung in place--one arm barred against Taehyung’s lower back--while Jeongguk performs wicked ministrations with his tongue below Taehyung’s waist. And those are the same arms that cage Taehyung in when they’re showering together and Jeongguk has Taehyung pressed against the tiled wall, drilling into him from behind as warm water falls upon them, the steam and the heat of Jeongguk’s body enough to make Taehyung burn as if he’s on fire.
Taehyung realizes he’s getting carried away with his fantasies and shifts slightly, thankful his oversized cardigan is long enough to hide what his pajama pants alone definitely wouldn’t be able to.
Jeongguk is exchanging goodbyes with Beomseok, and the older man finally exits the boxing ring, nodding to Taehyung in passing. Taehyung offers a tight smile in return, praying it’s not written all over his face what kind of unholy things he’d been imagining this whole time.
When he looks back in Jeongguk’s direction, the other is already approaching him, and when he reaches Taehyung, he crouches down, the ropes still between them.
One singular thought possesses Taehyung’s mind as his eyes fall upon Jeongguk: he loves this man.
He loves, loves, loves him.
Jeongguk is more than just his sun and moon and stars. He’s Taehyung’s entire universe. Taehyung honestly never thought he’d ever find love like this. Having grown up in group homes, the feeling of belonging, the sense of family--they had all been foreign concepts to him, abstract ideas that he prayed for more than anything else but that he eventually realized he might never attain the older he got.
And then he met Jeongguk on a simple, unassuming winter day when the other had decided to stop inside the coffee shop where Taehyung had worked at the time, and it was like the entire earth had suddenly shifted on its axis.
Taehyung knows some people go their entire lives without ever finding the type of love he shares with Jeongguk. He believes it’s one of life’s greatest tragedies, because everyone deserves to be loved by someone the way Jeongguk loves him. Everyone deserves to be seen and heard and validated as an individual the way Jeongguk does for him.
In fact, that’s one of his favorite things about Jeongguk. Taehyung always feels like Jeongguk sees him. Not in the sense of physical attraction, though there is that. A lot of it. But more so in the way that Jeongguk can easily read his face and regularly asks about his day and listens--actually attentively listens without ever trying to nullify Taehyung’s feelings, even if the cause of them is something others might deem completely negligible.
It’s in the way Jeongguk celebrates him, always praising and supporting Taehyung in his passions, taking him to fancy dinners to recognize achievements like earning the role in a play he’d so badly wanted--and this even when Jeongguk’s own achievements have earned him the status as one of the most influential and wealthiest men in all of South Korea. But Jeongguk has never once minimalized Taehyung’s accomplishments just because they don’t earn him money or prestige. The fact that they bring Taehyung happiness is all that ever matters to him.
And it’s in the way Jeongguk always makes time for him and regards Taehyung’s happiness as a priority--always--and treats him with so much respect and gentleness, as if Taehyung’s such a rare treasure to him, someone for whom he wishes to do nothing more than absolutely cherish.
And Taehyung cherishes him in return. More than he could ever adequately describe or measure.
“I love you so much, Gukkie,” he declares, frowning.
The edge of Jeongguk’s mouth twitches as he starts to remove his boxing gloves. “Is there a reason you sound put-out about that?”
“Because! You know what it’s like for me to watch you train. It’s like you’re teasing me. It’s not very nice, you know.”
Jeongguk chuckles softly. “Sweetheart, I train on the same days at the same times every week. You could’ve avoided coming in here if you wanted. But…” He pulls off the gloves and quirks an eyebrow at Taehyung. “You didn’t. Could it be you were looking for trouble?”
Taehyung’s heart cartwheels. He folds his arms along the lowest rope of the boxing ring and rests his chin upon them. “I was not,” he says, pouting. He was. He definitely was.
“No?” Jeongguk hums, though the tilt of his mouth makes it clear he isn’t buying it. He’s now turned to removing the white tape from his hands.
Taehyung huffs and straightens. “I just wanted to support the love of my life,” he says, “the way you always support me. That’s why I come watch you train. It’s not a crime. You’re the one committing crimes, taking off your shirt like that when you know I’m right across from you. I was innocently standing here, and then you did that.”
“Funny how you always start with innocently standing there, but that’s never how it ends, is it, angel?” The slight curve on his lips turns wicked, his dark eyes boring into Taehyung with a sinful promise.
Taehyung’s stomach somersaults. His already feverish face feels ten times hotter. One of these days, one of Jeongguk’s devilish looks is going to make Taehyung deliquesce on the spot. He just knows it.
Jeongguk parts the ropes to make an exit for himself and steps down to be on the floor in front of Taehyung. Taehyung’s throat is dry, as if his tongue has suddenly transformed into a piece of sandpaper. Jeongguk’s body heat radiates off him in waves, making the space between them swelter.
Jeongguk leans forward until his lips are pressed against the shell of Taehyung’s ear. His breath feels like fire against Taehyung’s skin. “But you didn’t come here looking for trouble,” he says, voice low and raspy, “so it looks like you’ll finish where you started today.”
He pulls away, eyes darker than ever as they hold Taehyung, though the playful glint in them is unmistakable.
Jeongguk has always loved teasing Taehyung.
Taehyung secretly enjoys it, loves the way it sends a flutter through him and makes his tummy spin, loves how it only makes him crave Jeongguk all the more.
But right now, he’s not thrilled about where it’s leading, not when Jeongguk starts to move past him as if he truly does intend on leaving poor Taehyung behind in his time of need.
Not that Taehyung will let him. He’s breathless by the whiplash for all of three seconds before he throws out a hand to hook into the inside of Jeongguk’s elbow, stopping him. When Jeongguk turns back toward him with a raised brow, Taehyung throws all pretenses out the window and crushes their lips together, unable to keep his hands off the other any longer. It’s like there are magnets in his palms that instantly fly to Jeongguk’s chest and abs and biceps, where their other halves surely dwell.
The moment Jeongguk’s tongue is in his mouth, Taehyung’s body melts into him. There are so many sensations occurring synchronously that he can hardly focus on them all. Jeongguk is alternating between firmly kneading one of Taehyung’s cheeks below the waist and squeezing a handful of it. At the same time, his tongue is completely ravishing Taehyung’s mouth, kissing him hard, without abandon, completely cowing Taehyung’s own tongue into submission. At the same time, his thigh has wedged itself between Taehyung’s legs, and the solid muscle is pressed against Taehyung’s growing need below the waist, such that it isn’t long, seconds really, before Taehyung’s hips buck forward of their own volition. Once he starts, he’s unable to stop, and he ruts against Jeongguk’s thigh, chasing glorious friction.
That’s enough for Jeongguk to pull back on all other fronts. He pushes his thigh more fully against Taehyung, licking his lips as he watches him move. He returns those lips to Taehyung’s ear, and that sinful, low, thick voice starts filling Taehyung’s mind.
“Does that feel good for you, angel?” he asks.
Goosebumps sleeve Taehyung’s arms. When Jeongguk speaks in the lowest of registers like that, it turns him absolutely inside out. It makes him think of all the times that Jeongguk goes away on business trips, and speaking on the phone or via video chat is their only means of communication when hundreds of miles separate them. Their only means of communication...and their only means of intimacy, as Jeongguk’s deep, syrupy voice guides Taehyung in touching himself since Jeongguk can’t be there to do it for him.
Hot-faced, fingers trying to find purchase on the slick skin of Jeongguk’s sides, Taehyung continues rutting against the other’s thigh, crying out softly when Jeongguk flexes the muscles there.
Taehyung suddenly wants so many things all at once. He wants to devour and be devoured. He wants to fall apart in Jeongguk’s arms, to be filled so completely with him, to hear him whisper dirty, sinful things in his ear alongside praises and sweet nothings.
“Gukkie,” he cries out, their current arrangement simply not enough. He needs more. Needs it the way he needs oxygen.
Jeongguk is already moving, hoisting him up and carrying him to another part of the gym. He stops at an area where some metal cabinets are arranged along the wall like lockers. They contain first aid supplies and other equipment. On the top shelf of the first locker, though, tucked away in the back, is a bottle of lube, which Jeongguk grabs before clicking the cabinet door shut.
Naturally, this isn’t the first time they’ve had sex here. Indeed, they’ve had sex in just about every room in the Jeon residence, which Taehyung is pretty sure his other hyungs wouldn’t be too thrilled to discover, considering two of them live here full-time and the other two practically do too with as many hours as they spend here. God forbid Namjoon ever find out about the one time Jeongguk took Taehyung in the home library.
Jeongguk sets Taehyung down on a space where the floor’s covered entirely with blue mats, like the kind gymnasts or cheerleaders practice on. In the next moment, he removes his pants. His length catches on the waistband and then slaps back against his lower abdomen once it’s free.
Taehyung swallows, eyes stuck on it, on how impossibly hard Jeongguk already is.
He still remembers the first time he’d ever seen Jeongguk’s bare arousal.
They were in Taehyung’s apartment, Taehyung on his knees in front of Jeongguk, sandwiched between his legs as Jeongguk sat on the couch. Jeongguk had been taking such good care of him the past few days, his hand expertly slipping down the front of Taehyung’s pants each time they were together to bring him unspeakable pleasure. It was the first time Taehyung had ever experienced that with anyone, and Jeongguk’s warm hand around him had been absolute bliss each time.
So, of course, he’d wanted to pay Jeongguk back in kind. But as he knelt before him that night, all he could do was stare at Jeongguk’s length, at the way it stood at attention, ready. Ready and red and angry-looking, a bead of white topping its head like a drop of milk.
With eyes probably double their size, he’d uttered the first thing that came to mind: “It’s so big...”
Jeongguk had chuckled lowly and Taehyung had blushed a deep scarlet at his own awestruck whisper.
He wasn’t able to take all of Jeongguk in that night, but even then, his jaw had ached for hours the next day. He also couldn’t stop thinking about the weight of Jeongguk on his tongue, on how right it had all felt to have Jeongguk in his mouth like that. It made him blush to have such a filthy, provocative thought, even as his stomach continued flipping every time he recalled the taste of Jeongguk and the groans the other had let out throughout it all.
And despite knowing Jeongguk’s size, later on, on the night that would be their first time making love (and Taehyung’s first time ever), Taehyung still stared at Jeongguk’s length, convinced there was no way it could possibly fit inside him. Hot knots of anxiety coiled tightly around his ribs, his lungs, and his stomach as he wondered at how painful the experience would be.
But Jeongguk had been so patient. So, so, so patient. And kind and gentle and loving. With his fingers and his mouth, with sweet, whispered words and soft kisses to every part of Taehyung’s body, he’d helped Taehyung to relax enough to be able to take him in. And though there had certainly been an impossible stretch and slight burn, the feeling of having Jeongguk fully inside him had been one of the most beautiful moments of Taehyung’s life. To the point where tears--happy tears--had quietly slid down the side of his face. Jeongguk had instantly ceased all movements upon seeing them, gripped with concern that Taehyung was in pain or uncomfortable in some other way, but Taehyung explained he was simply overwhelmed with happiness. It was just so special to share something so intimate and beautiful with the man he was completely in love with.
Sometimes, it makes Taehyung smile to think about his past self, who hadn’t even kissed another person until meeting Jeongguk. He’s been able to learn so much about himself with the other, including his interests when it comes to physical intimacy, and he’s thankful to have such a loving, caring partner like Jeongguk with whom he can safely explore those areas.
There’s no one in the world he feels more comfortable around, and there’s certainly no one before whom he’s ever made himself so vulnerable, baring every part of himself. Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally too. Jeongguk knows all parts of him, inside and out, tangible and intangible.
He really does love him so much.
And though he’s always been a glutton for physical affection in the form of hugs and cuddles and hand-holding, he never knew just how addicted he’d become to Jeongguk’s kisses. He definitely would’ve never guessed how much he’d end up loving sex.
It makes sense, though. While it isn’t the only means of expressing one’s love, Taehyung honestly feels his soul hum like a plucked piano string whenever he and Jeongguk physically connect. Their movements become poetry, the sounds filling the room become a symphony, and Taehyung feels like there’s a piece of heaven in his arms when they reach the height of their pleasure together.
Heaven’s just within reach now.
Jeongguk, now fully naked, approaches him with the lube in hand, kneeling where Taehyung sits. “How do you want me, angel?”
Between his legs, Taehyung’s long-neglected desire reacts to the words. “I want to be on top of you,” he says without hesitation. If he doesn’t get to ride Jeongguk today, he might just about explode. He’s wanted nothing more since setting his eyes on the other in the boxing ring earlier.
Jeongguk hums, as if in approval. He squirts lube into his hand, warming it up with his fingers. “Come here,” he says, voice low and heavy.
Taehyung’s quick to remove his cardigan, shirt, and pajama pants. He crawls across the mat until he’s straddling Jeongguk’s lap, arms winding around the other’s neck. He reaches down so that he can align Jeongguk’s length with his entrance, but Jeongguk grabs his hip with one hand to stop him.
“I need to prep you first.”
Taehyung whines. At present, his need is far outweighing rational thought. All he knows is that he’s desperate to have Jeongguk inside of him. He’s not patient enough to be appropriately relaxed and stretched.
“No, it’s fine,” he insists.
“You already prepped yourself?”
Taehyung starts to open his mouth to answer in the affirmative but stops himself. He doesn’t want to lie to Jeongguk, and besides that, he knows the other will discover the truth within seconds anyway. Their relationship is built on trust and honesty, especially during moments of physical intimacy. The one time Taehyung had misled Jeongguk on this same issue (which had been his first and last time doing so), Jeongguk hadn’t been happy about it, and Taehyung had been awashed with shame to have disappointed him. Thankfully, Jeongguk hadn’t called off the activity they were engaged in (that would’ve completely destroyed Taehyung’s confidence, given he’d been the one to initiate). But he did insist they momentarily pause, and then he gently explained to Taehyung why it was so important to him that Taehyung always be honest when it came to that particular question.
Taehyung lets out another whine. “No, I didn’t. But I can take it, Gukkie. Please?”
Jeongguk smooths back Taehyung’s hair and presses a kiss to his forehead. “I know you can, beautiful, but let’s be safe. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. All right?”
It’s not like Taehyung expected any other answer but that, but his body still deflates. It’s just that he feels so hot right now, his body vibrating with need. “Hurryyy. Please.”
He presses his forehead into Jeongguk’s shoulder, body tense with desire. Jeongguk’s fingertip skates around his rim, and he shivers. He gently bites down on Jeongguk’s neck as the other proceeds to work him open, sliding one finger in slowly, letting it sink to the knuckle as Taehyung’s walls grip onto it. Soon a second finger joins the first, and then a third. Jeongguk expertly curls them, sending a shock of pleasure through Taehyung that makes him jerk up with a soft moan.
By the time Jeongguk’s scissoring Taehyung open, Taehyung feels like a live wire, electricity singing in his veins. His tight ring of muscles easily swallows Jeongguk’s fingers, desperate for more. Taehyung starts to push back against them, craving a faster pace. And a wider girth.
“Gukkie, please,” Taehyung whines against his neck. His voice sounds broken and they’ve barely begun.
Jeongguk slowly removes his fingers, and Taehyung gasps at the sudden emptiness. He looks down as Jeongguk starts to stroke his length with lube. Yes, yes, yes, Taehyung thinks. Finally.
“Are you ready, angel?” Jeongguk whispers against his lips, his breath like a warm tropic breeze.
Taehyung is already moving, though, grabbing Jeongguk and positioning himself right above the head. Slowly, carefully, he begins to sink down.
A moan flies out of his mouth as the head stretches him open, wet and slippery, pushing into him in a smooth slide. Taehyung pauses to catch his breath now that his entrance has swallowed the head. Then, he lowers himself the rest of the way down until he’s fully seated in Jeongguk’s lap.
It feels like sinking into a bowl of warm honey.
Jeongguk fills him so completely, it’s almost as if Taehyung can feel him everywhere: in his stomach, in his chest. It’s one of the most glorious feelings in the world for Taehyung. He doesn’t know what it is, but when Jeongguk is inside of him, he just feels so warm and safe and held. Sometimes, when he wanders into Jeongguk’s office when the other’s working late at night, this is all Taehyung seeks, the opportunity to sit on Jeongguk and feel connected to him in this beautiful, magical way.
Taehyung’s head rolls back, and he closes his eyes as he savors the way Jeongguk’s width stretches him open. They’re a perfect fit for each other, just one more way Taehyung knows they were destined for each other. He can’t even imagine ever sharing something like this with another soul. It’s only Jeongguk for him. It will only ever be Jeongguk.
Once he feels he’s adequately adjusted to Jeongguk, he starts rocking back and forth. His arms are still around Jeongguk’s neck, and they’re exchanging the same hot breaths as Taehyung grinds against Jeongguk’s lap.
He can feel Jeongguk twitching inside of him, and it makes sparks of pleasure radiate down his spine, as something pulls low in his stomach. It’s not long before the pace of his rocking increases, and then when he’s ready to find a new angle, he slightly lifts himself up and sinks back down.
Jeongguk’s length hits his prostate this time, and he cries out from the jolt of pleasure, his walls tightening around Jeongguk in a way that draws a low groan out of the other. Taehyung does it again and again, ecstasy rushing through every part of his body as he chases the euphoric sensation and impales himself on Jeongguk’s length.
By this point, Jeongguk’s throbbing inside of him, hot and harder than ever. Taehyung’s panting. He’s bouncing lightly and has been for minutes, but his movements are slowing down, his thighs unable to sustain the pace he so desperately desires.
He stops and presses his forehead against Jeongguk’s. Both their bodies are damp and feverish, but Jeongguk hasn’t moved once as Taehyung has sought his pleasure. As always, when Taehyung rides him, he’s allowed the other to set his own pace without interfering, simply bracketing his hands onto Taehyung’s hips to help support him.
Those same hands run up and down Taehyung’s ribs. “Do you want me to take the lead?” Jeongguk whispers against his mouth.
Taehyung nods frantically, and before he knows it, Jeongguk captures his lips in a hard, wet kiss, swallowing all of Taehyung’s moans.
Then, Jeongguk lays back. He bends his legs at the knees so that the bottom of his feet are pressed into the floor. It’s meant to give him leverage, meant to help him exert more force as he starts thrusting up into Taehyung’s tight heat.
Taehyung latches onto Jeongguk’s slick, veined upper arms as the other begins to buck up into him like a jackhammer.
“Ah, ah, ah!” It’s all Taehyung can manage to utter, each syllable in sync with every thrust Jeongguk executes, so perfectly angled so that Jeongguk hits that blissful spot every single time, sending waves of pleasure crashing over Taehyung.
The only sounds in the space are Taehyung’s obscene moans, the hard slap of Jeongguk’s hips against Taehyung’s cheeks, the wet squelch as Jeongguk pumps himself into Taehyung over and over and over again.
Taehyung grips Jeongguk’s arms tighter, head rolling back again. Jeongguk’s moving in and out of him in an effortless, wet slide. The continuous drag of his length against Taehyung’s walls makes Taehyung’s lower stomach fill with that familiar fiery heat that promises to consume him. It rides its way up his spine, through his chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His skin tightens as his face becomes flush, the pressure in him building and building in a sensational crescendo that’s about to explode like fireworks inside him.
Suddenly, he feels Jeongguk’s fingers wrap around his own length, using the wetness already leaking from the head to pump Taehyung toward his release. That, combined with Jeongguk’s hard, unrelenting thrusts, is the final thing to push Taehyung over the edge.
He comes undone.
His body spasms as he ascends to the height of his pleasure, his body near bursting with incredible pressure, and then his mind is filled with nothing but static and a white, blinding light as the tension charges out of him in a powerful pulse. He arches his back and spurts hot stripes of milky white all over his stomach and chest, and all the while, his walls latch onto Jeongguk’s length as Jeongguk drives it deeper and deeper inside of him still. Faster. Harder.
Taehyung, still riding his high, takes it all, crying out, feeling as if he’s being speared in half in the most magnificent way possible.
Jeongguk’s grip on his hips is tight and unrelenting as he slams up into Taehyung again and again, until finally, a flood of heat fills Taehyung’s entrance as Jeongguk empties himself inside him. Jeongguk’s hips move erratically as his climax overtakes him, and with a final few hard bucks, his movements gradually slow until his body’s back at rest on the ground.
Taehyung allows himself to fall forward onto Jeongguk’s chest, spent. He knows Jeongguk won’t mind the sticky mess he’s made on himself. They’ll clean up later in the shower anyway.
They stay like that for a time, breaths coming out in hard pants, bodies flush with heat and recovering. Jeongguk is still inside of Taehyung, just the way Taehyung prefers it when they’re still in the midst of post-coital bliss. He loves being able to feel it as Jeongguk softens within his grip.
He rests his head directly over Jeongguk’s heart, its steady beat ticking against his cheek. Jeongguk’s warm palms coast up and down his arms and back, grounding him, soothing him. Taehyung loves this about their relationship. He loves that they don’t always have to communicate in words. Simple touches and gestures are enough to convey meaning between them, and they always know what the other needs. Jeongguk knows Taehyung likes to be touched and held after sex. It makes him feel loved. Taehyung knows Jeongguk likes stillness and quiet after they’ve reached the peak of their pleasure. It allows his body to rest and truly savor every fiber of the experience.
After a while, Taehyung starts pressing soft kisses to Jeongguk’s chest, a way of thanking him for what they just shared. He leans forward a little to catch Jeongguk’s expression.
Jeongguk’s eyes yawn open, and he smooths a thumb along Taehyung’s cheekbone. “Hey, beautiful,” he says. “Feeling good?”
Taehyung nods with a smile. Of course, he’s not feeling ‘just good.’ He’s feeling like he was rocketed up into heaven. He’s pretty sure he heard angels singing at one point.
He turns his head to kiss Jeongguk’s palm. “I love you, Gukkie,” he says, looking down at the other with total adoration.
All the sonnets in the world wouldn’t be enough to express how much he loves this man. A love letter every day for the rest of his life, a thousand confessions on his tongue, a kiss upon waking each morning and then again before they fell asleep at night--it still wouldn’t add up to encapsulate the sheer enormousness of Taehyung’s love.
“I love you too, angel,” Jeongguk says, pulling Taehyung closer to him. He wraps his arms around Taehyung and presses a kiss to the other’s head.
Taehyung closes his eyes and hums in contentment. In a little bit, they’ll head upstairs to their room to shower and relax further, but being in Jeongguk’s arms like this is nothing short of perfect.
“Seeing as how we’ve both confessed to each other,” Jeongguk says then, fingertips smoothing circles into Taehyung’s back, “it’s as good a time as any for you to admit to one more thing.”
Taehyung furrows his brow and looks up at him, not following.
Jeongguk’s eyes find his, and there’s a playful glint in them. The edge of his mouth is upturned just slightly. “That you came in here looking for trouble all along.”
Taehyung’s lips twitch the smallest bit, but in the end, he’s able to maintain his poker face. He tuts his tongue and pokes Jeongguk in the ribs. “Gukkie! We’re having a romantic moment, and that’s all you can think about?” He huffs and rolls off Jeongguk, sitting up. “Goodbye! I’m going to give my ‘I love you’s’ to someone else.”
Jeongguk chuckles and catches Taehyung’s wrist, pulling him back down. “Come here,” he says simply, and then his hands are holding Taehyung’s face and he’s kissing him slowly, sweetly.
Taehyung, being weak for Jeongguk the way he’s always professed to be, is immediately subdued by the kisses and moans into them, his body going pliant and relaxing into Jeongguk’s. They continue trading kisses. Taehyung doesn’t know how long they’re there for. Maybe minutes. Maybe an eternity. He’ll be the first to admit that he can easily lose himself in Jeongguk’s kisses, in the taste of the other’s mouth.
Regardless, if he knows one thing, it’s this: that the moment is nothing short of perfect. But that’s never a surprise. Any moment shared with Jeongguk is perfection at its finest.