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“Rock, paper, scissors!” Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin yelled like a war cry as they stood in a circle, throwing their hand in with their weapon of choice.
“Oh come on!” Jimin huffed as the two rocks came crashing over his scissors. “The floor is too cold! Its not fair!” he stomped his foot like a little child, crossing his arms in annoyance.
The maknae line had been assigned one single room to share as the four hyungs each got single rooms to rest in, claiming that old people needed good sleep to function properly. The three had no qualms in agreeing to the arrangement as they stayed up till 4 in the morning playing every game they could think of.
“Don’t whine hyung,” Jungkook sniggered. “You can take the heated blanket.” He threw the heavy blanket on top of Jimin’s little body, making him stagger a bit under the weight.
“I’ll kill you one day. No one will ever know.” He threatened, trying hard to suppress the smile which threatened to betray his angry face.
“You can’t just give away the heated blanket Ggukka,” Taehyung frowned. “It gets really cold at night and I don’t want to freeze to death. We should play another game for that. Let destiny decide.”
“Hey-“ Jimin was starting to protest when Jungkook cut him off.
“Let the poor hyung have this, Tete hyung. Otherwise he will really kill us in our sleep. Our body heat can keep us warm through the night, hyung. Don’t worry.” He smirked at his hyung and was awarded a raised eyebrow in response, Taehyung’s face breaking into a wide smile. They had been flirting back and forth since they started training together and the other members had now become too used to it to notice anything different.
“I really hope you two get frostbite.” Jimin mumbled as he came to kiss each of their cheeks before dragging the blanket to the mattress spread on the floor.
“Good night hyung!” Jungkook laughed as he flicked off the light switch, encasing the room in darkness.
“Ready hyung?” he asked Taehyung in a whisper as he got into the bed first, choosing the side closer to the wall and scooting in to make space for the elder. Taehyung got in beside him wordlessly and pulled the blanket over them, instantly pulling Jungkook into his warm embrace. The two snuggling into each other in choreographed grace as they had been doing this since forever.
Jungkook knew what was coming and waited for it, his patience running thin. Taehyung placed his left arm under Jungkook’s head, curving it at the elbow to hold Jungkook’s chest which felt like a very possessive action to the younger. His fingers would stop just beneath his nipple, his palm curving ever so slightly on the expanse of his buffed-up chest.
Taehyung’s right hand would find its way lower, just below Jungkook’s navel, his little finger placed right on the edge of the band of his shorts. He would glide his fingers along the band, reminding him of a tiger, patiently stalking its prey. His fingers would not move throughout the night. Remaining within its limits. They both knew that the second his fingers glided even a tenth of an inch further, they would cross the well-established realm of friendship and venture into unexplored territories.
They had never had a serious conversation about this… whatever this was. But Jungkook knew that Taehyung felt the same sparks whenever their skin touched. And tonight, Jungkook was ready to let this boundary crumble. He had been suffering wordlessly in the torture of Taehyung's presence every night.
He softly placed his own hand on top of Taehyung’s left hand, entwining their fingers together and guiding their combined fingers directly on top of his perked up nipple. Taehyung stilled, his whole body going rigid. Jungkook waited patiently, loosening his hold on Taehyung’s fingers, giving him the option of pulling away.
One breath passed.
Then two.
“Jungkookie…” he breathed into the younger’s ears, softly swiping the pad of his thumb along the hard bud, enticing animalistic emotions from Jungkook. He knew he had sensitive nipples. The members always teased him about it, grabbing every opportunity to tweeze them whenever the maknae misbehaved. But never in a million years could Jungkook imagine that the ghost of a touch from Taehyung could turn his insides into mush.
Electric arousal coursed through him as his body arched on its own accord, helplessly bowing himself, his chest away from Taehyung’s and his hips pushing right into the elder’s crotch. Taehyung held back a gasp at the sudden contact on his member, already twitching into life. His right hand holding tightly onto Jungkook’s abdomen, pushing him further in.
“Jimin…” Jungkook whispered so lightly that even the fairies around his pillow would find it hard to listen. The two stilled, waiting for any kind of sound from the third member on the floor, the thrill of making each other feel such erotic sensations whilst another lay at a hand’s distance, unaware of the thunder-storm of pleasure wreaking havoc in the room.
Soft snores travelled in the air, giving the two the only confirmation they needed. Jimin was a deep sleeper. If he could sleep through Namjoon singing in the shower with the door open, he could definitely sleep through the soft moans of pleasure the two were about to make.
Taehyung resumed experimenting with Jungkook’s nipple. Having dreamed of doing this since the first time they cuddled, testing his patience every night as he forced his fingers to stay still, curbing the tsunami of want coursing through him each night. Now that he had Jungkook’s permission, he was not going to stop. He lay there, continuing the slow strokes on the younger's nipple, imagining how it would feel if he turned Jungkook to face him, to take that hardened bud in his mouth. He remembered Jungkook joking about wanting to pierce his nipples. What if he actually did it? Will Taehyung have the privilege of getting to play with it? To make Jungkook feel good the way he knows he can? Like he's wanted to do since the very beginning?
Jungkook abandoned Taehyung’s hand for a second, tracing his own abdomen as it trailed down to claim Taehyung’s right hand, still clutching tightly onto Jungkook’s lower abdomen, loosening it the second Jungkook lay his hand on top of his.
Taehyung kissed Jungkook’s bare shoulder blade. “Are you sure, Kookie?” he asked, mouth right on top of his ear, his tongue darting out to lick the shell of his ear, sending another chill down Jungkook’s spine. He nodded wordlessly in the pitch dark of the night, giving Taehyung’s hand a light push.
Deft fingers slid into the band of Jungkook’s short in one push as the younger held in a gasp, pushing further into Taehyung’s hard crotch. His whole hand was not yet in, just the fingers grazing the softly trimmed hair on the base of his cock, teasing Jungkook who craved contact. He ground his hips, feeling dirty at how his hyung paid attention to his pubes, how he had not been touched yet and still, he felt like he would come in his shorts any second.
“Hyuung…” he moaned softly, trying his best to keep his voice low, another thrill coursing through his body as he stilled, straining his ears to capture the soft snores from beneath them. Taehyung turned slightly to look at the unmoving figure on the floor, oblivious.
He turned back to lick a stripe on Jungkook’s shoulder, fingers still playing around the soft pubes. How many nights had he dreamed about being able to cross that damned boundary created by Jungkook’s briefs. He was still not sure if he was dreaming and had decided that he had to feel every inch of skin when he had the chance to.
Jungkook was getting impatient by Taehyung’s incessant teasing and decided to take matters into his own hand. He reached back between the two bodies and wriggled his hand in between his hip and Taehyung’s crotch. The two bodies, flushed together, left little space for Jungkook to do what he had decided to do. He reached down Taehyung’s pants and diligently took the elder’s erect member into his own hand. Taehyung gasped audibly, too loud for the silence they had established.
Jungkook did not pause, no longer caring about the consequence of the third member waking up. His head was fogged with want as he stroked Taehyung once, twice before squeezing his base tightly, scolding the elder for teasing him like this.
This was incentive enough for Taehyung. He mirrored the actions of the younger, both of them stroking each other, drowning in a tsunami of pleasure made only for the two of them.
Jungkook stopped suddenly, the unforeseen stillness almost giving Taehyung a heart attack. The younger withdrew his hand from Taehyung’s cock, Taehyung bucking his hips forward along with Jungkook’s hand, almost on the edge, ready to cum.
“Jungkookie?” came out his whisper in shattered breaths, almost panicking at the thought of Jungkook regretting his decision. “What’s wrong?”
“Shh, hyung… wait” he whispered back, raising his hips from the bed to pull his boxers down. He reached behind him, took hold of Taehyung’s dick and spread his thighs apart to make space for the member. “I told you I’d keep you warm.” Jungkook smirked.
“You’re killing me Ggukie..” Taehyung bit into his shoulder, the immensity of pleasure threatening to spiral out of control. He always knew that Jungkook had much hidden behind his doe-eyes. He never knew he’d be lucky enough to witness it firsthand.
“I'm gonna mess up the sheets if you keep this on, Gguka.” Taehyung pleaded, completely under the mercy of the younger. “You’re going to have to control yourself, hyung.” Jungkook turned to whisper, kissing Taehyung’s shoulder, giving him a menacing smile.
Oh he was enjoying this too much
Of course he’s enjoying this. Having this Greek god of a man writhing under him, all bare under his mercy. Jungkook couldn’t be happier.
“This is just to keep you warm. Don’t go spilling on my sheets, hyung.” Jungkook laughed but reached his arm outside his blanket as he grabbed the t-shirt which had been kept neatly folded on the edge of the bed.
Lifting his legs a little, Taehyung’s cock still snug between his thighs, he spread half of his t-shirt under them and used to upper half to cover his front, ready to catch any of Taehyung’s release.
“Let go, hyung.” Taehyung thrust himself between Jungkook’s thighs, the muscles flexing to keep tight, doing wonders for Taehyung’s muscle kink which the younger was very aware about. His fingers expertly played with Jungkook’s nipple and he was sure that Jungkook could come with this alone. But his other hand worked diligently, stroking Jungkook as he would stroke himself, the two bodies snug fit, forming a single entity.
It was not long before Taehyung came undone, spilling ropes of release, Jungkook expertly catching every drop in his t-shirt, the dirty image forcing his own release out of him, the two bodies shuddering in silent victory.
Jungkook opened his eyes which had been forced shut by the intensity of his orgasm. Gazing at the window, he found pink hues painting the sky which had been dark just a few minutes ago. He turned around in the bed, facing the other for the first time in the night.
“Hi,” he smiled at Taehyung who grinned back at him in a post-coital daze.
“Hi.” He replied, leaning forward to graze his lips softly against the younger’s, pulling back to look into his eyes which now sparkled with heavenly euphoria.
“Hi…” Jungkook whispered again, leaning close, smiling against Taehyung’s lips as the two bodies held each other in tight embrace.