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The door slams behind him and a sigh leaves Taehyung, deep and tired. He toes off his shoes, a new pair he has received from some high-end brand that’s after him as an ambassador. The moccasins cut the back of his ankles all day and gave him a nasty blister on his heel. He notices some blood on the leather collar. Hah, shit. Pissed, he kicks them to the side, watching uncaringly as they capsize and roll onto each other.
Then a black pair of biker boots, carefully lined up by the entryway frame, catches his attention. There’s only one person, among those who know Taehyung’s door code, who’d wear anything of the sort.
A smile stretches his lips.
He walks to the living area. The interior of the apartment is mostly dark, the curtains open to let the pale night lights in. Where a small set of stairs comes up, there’s a long black couch, a table, and some of the quirky chairs he’s personally picked up on his trips. There’s a dim light coming from the spacious open kitchen, and Taehyung walks in.
The sink and all surfaces look squeaky clean, but it’s clear that food has been recently cooked here. The chopping board, a bowl, and some utensils have been left to dry on the dish rack, damp towel hanging from the handle of the oven, and two potatoes left near the fruit basket. The mouthwatering smell of kamja kimchi jjigae fills the entire space, making Taehyung’s stomach growl as a hasty reminder that he has, in fact, not eaten a single thing since that morning. He walks to the stove and lifts the lid of the cold pot, the familiar waft of homemade kimchi stew hitting his nose and making his heart ache. The table is set for one, a ceramic bowl, a spoon, and a set of chopsticks neatly positioned before one of the two chairs.
He checks the time on the kitchen clock. 2:04am.
A mix of guilt, gratitude, and heart-busting fondness seeps through his veins and plants seeds in his chest. Jungkook had come over to cook dinner for him and enjoy it together, but Taehyung’s shooting had run late, way past midnight. It’s always so hard to spend time together, he thinks, lips curved down in frustration.
He leaves everything where it is, forgetting about the food for now, and walks with light steps towards the bedroom, as that’s the only place the other man could be, excluding the bathroom and his improvised gym - but no noise is coming from either. He lowers the handle with the caution of a burglar, keeping into account that given the hour, the younger would most likely be sleeping. Pushing the door ajar, Taehyung is faced with darkness, only the small light of a glass candle on his nightstand providing a bit of illumination to the space. The a/c is blasting, trying to fight the sticky humidity of July. A few clothes are folded on the chair by the walk-in closet.
And there, in the center of the king-size bed, resting on his stomach with arms above his head, eyes closed, is the love of his life.
Jungkook’s back his bare, spine arched beautifully in a ‘s’ shape. The sheets have slipped down a bit, showing just a peek of the elastic band of the man’s black underwear, hiding the plump ass from Taehyung’s view. The muscles of his neck are relaxed, a cascade of black, unruly waves falling on the exposed skin. Taehyung bites his lip and feels his guts twist at the sight of a reddish patch on the young man’s nape. He still remembers leaving it there two nights prior, when a playful sparring session had become a little too heated and a quite aghast Jungkook had ended up trapped between the hard floor and Taehyung’s full body weight, laughing and screaming for mercy as Taehyung sucked harshly on the back of his neck. What happened afterward can be called, according to Taehyung’s unbiased opinion, just a natural consequence of their little play-fight. Jungkook had been so submissive that night, his moans so saccharine and profound at that time, that the memory of it is enough to punch the breath out of Taehyung.
But that was two nights ago. Now Jungkook is just as, if not more, exquisite, his big frame looking almost tiny in the large bed. Taehyung steps closer and takes a look at the other’s face, his mouth pouty and letting out soft puffs of air, front teeth poking a little from his rosy lips, the two silver piercings glistening in the dim light. Taehyung kneels on the bed, right knee digging into the pearl-white sheets, gentle fingers moving up to run through the dark locks at the top of his head.
“Jungkookie,” Taehyung whispers. “Baby, I’m home”.
Jungkook looks pretty much dead to the world, his eyes closed, head twisted to the side and resting on his crossed arms. Yet, he must be so tuned to Taehyung’s deep timbre that his lids give a small tremble and a mewl leaves his slightly open mouth.
“Mmnnnnh.”
Taehyung’s fingers continue caressing and stroking the other’s hair. “Imma take a shower, eat something, and come to bed, ok?” No response comes from the other man besides another acknowledging mewl and a deep sight. Taehyung notices how the movement makes his chest rise and fall, his sculpted, toned back arch with the rhythm of his breaths.
He swallows as he kneels up and off the bed, forcing himself to walk out of the room and close the door to avoid any noise bothering Jungkook’s sleep. In the bathroom, he peels his clothes off and throws them into the basket by the door – something Jungkook has vehemently insisted on buying after complaining for days about Taehyung just throwing his dirty clothes in the washing machine. That was his man and his obsession with laundry.
He showers and dries his body at the speed of light, the tip of his blonde hair still damp and dripping, and throws on an old white shirt and a pair of dark blue boxers. He walks back to the kitchen and fetches himself a generous bowl of tepid stew and washes it away with a fresh bottle of cider from the fridge. The first spoon makes him close his eyes in delight. Truth is, if you blindfolded him and made him taste a few dishes, he would be able to pick up Jungkook’s among them in a blink of an eye, such rich of taste and delicious the man’s cooking is. Whatever Jungkook experiments in the kitchen, from perfecting a bossam recipe to finding a new variation of a ramen recipe, is always so goddamn good at the end that Taehyung can’t believe his luck most days.
And the view is just as good. Jungkook cooking with his beautiful tattoos in full sight, a cute apron tightened around his narrow waist, feet bare and padding on the kitchen tiles in quick steps, the pit-pat echoing through the walls as soft music plays from his speakers.
Ah, I really got the whole package.
Taehyung has been in love with him since he can remember, and every day he finds a new reason to fall deeper and harder.
He goes back to the bathroom to brush his teeth and after closing the curtains and turning off the kitchen lights, he is back to the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Jungkook hasn’t moved much, still resting on his tummy with his face on the side. One of his legs has moved up though, and unbeknownst to the younger, the shift has forced his rear up, its round shape now peeking from the sheets. The back dimples, those delicious pools where Taehyung loves to press his thumbs when he's taking the other from behind, are emphasized even more now, the bendy muscles of Jungkook’s back arched and stretched on the white surface.
Fuck.
He leaves the candle on as he rushes to slip under the sheets and into the bed, head finally resting on the soft pillow. Laying on his side, his eyes run up and down the sleepy figure before him. He’s dumbstruck by the sheer contrast between Jungkook’s pure, innocent expression and the hardness of his semi-naked body. His eyes are big and doe-y also when closed, but his biceps are toned and tight, a gorgeous intricate pattern painting one of his arms and part of his shoulder and chest.
Taehyung scoots closer, his eyes lidded with something that is not sleep. Not yet.
With the tip of his fingers, he caresses the hickey he’d left on Jungkook’s neck, feeling a knot tensing in his stomach at the memory of it. Then they slip down the dip of his spine, movements as delicate as a petal floating on water. Goosebumps begin to form on the trail left by his fingers and nails. A little ‘mmmh’ raises from the dark-haired man.
“Kook, are you awake?” Taehyung asks, praying to hear a ‘yes’.
No response.
“Babe...” he speaks again, hoping that the younger would wake up, but also feeling guilty for interrupting the boy who is sleeping so peacefully.
The problem is, Taehyung has been spurting a semi hard-on since he came out of the shower, a situation he was hoping to relieve with the help of his boyfriend before going to sleep and leaving the exhausting day behind once and for all. You can say whatever, but nothing takes the stress away like a good fuck. And when you have Jeon Jungkook to call yours, and he calls you his in response, well, it’s a little hard to keep your hands for yourself. But Jungkook is sleeping like a rock, as he always does except a few times a year, like the night before a major award ceremony or their group comeback.
And he smells good, so good and clean, like he has taken a shower and massaged some cream into his skin right before getting into the bed. Taehyung scoots closer, his nose running delicately against the skin of Jungkook’s shoulder, taking in the soft fragrance of cotton and baby powder and a floral note he can’t put his finger on – jasmine? Lavender?
In the spur of the moment, he decides he’ll throw his dignity away and rub one off like a teenager because yes, he’s a weak man, and yes, there’s a whole Jungkook sleeping half-naked in his bed, taking space, and rubbing his face all over Taehyung’s pillows.
Face still smeared on the younger’s bicep, he lowers his hand until he reaches the band of his underwear. His palm closes around the stiffening hard-on, his lips opening and rubbing against Jungkook’s skin, leaving an imperceptible layer of saliva there. He hisses at the friction and lack of lubrication, but he’s now too engrossed to stand up and fetch the lube, and he can already feel a drop of precum forming at the top of his glans, so that will have to do.
Taehyung’s pants and groans grow more intense with each stroke, hand running up and down his shaft in long, tight strokes and twisting at the top just how he likes it.
Eyes closed, his brain is filled with images of Jungkook. The scenarios shift rapidly from one to the next, never lingering too long on one and making him bite his lip hard to avoid moaning too loudly. Jungkook on his knees, hands behind his back and face covered in cum. On his lap, thighs on each side of his Hyung’s toned, thin body, hands scratching his chest as he fucks himself into oblivion. And one of Taehyung’s favorites, with Jungkook's asscheeks spread right above his face, wet rim spasming desperately around his fingers and tongue as the boy moans to the high heavens.
Oh, Jungkook’s voice... Taehyung can really make him sing like a little bird.
The blonde feels closer and closer to his release, his imagination running wild and taking him places he’d love to be if only Jungkook was awake. He’d push him onto his back and fuck into him so slowly and deeply that he’d make the other curl up and cry – like it has happened way too many times before, much to Taehyung’s delight. He'd lift the other by the ass to bury himself to the hilt, feeling those wet walls tighten and spasm all around him.
Taehyung’s left hand speeds up around his cock as the other one moves down to grab a hold of Jungkook’s ass through his underwear. His fingers squeeze around the cheek, enjoying its firmness and plushness and how his hand can cover the full size of it. His breath becomes more labored against Jungkook’s skin, teeth itching with the desire to bite – his bicep or his ass, Taehyung can't decide.
Right when he begins to feel the familiar tingle of an approaching orgasm, he freezes, brain screeching to a halt.
His pinkie brushes against something.
Something hard.
With wide, incredulous eyes, forgetting about his pulsing erection, Taehyung pulls up with rushed movements and unceremoniously tears Jungkook’s underwear down.
There, resting between his plump cheeks is the shiny, green-gemmed end of a butt plug.
Taehyung is pretty sure he could faint at the sight alone, the discovery sending a rush of blood from his brain to his cock that’s now so stiff and red that had he to stand up, he wouldn’t be able to walk. Instead, he slides down the bed, spreading Jungkook’s legs and lying onto his stomach between them to take a double look and sculpt it into his brain forever because fuck if this isn’t one of the hottest things he’s ever seen.
With delicate fingers, Taehyung spreads Jungkook’s cheeks. Slotted inside him, the lubed metal object is gently pushing his walls open, the green gem shining in the dim light. Taehyung's heart slams against his ribcage at the thought of Jungkook going out of his way to buy something like this and in green – his Hyung’s favorite color. Then he'd taken time to get ready for him, to prep himself to take cock, and made sure they wouldn’t waste too much time for that. Taehyung wonders if he'd made that delicious kimchi stew while holding this little toy inside of him, walls squeezing around the cold metal in excitement for what had to come, careful not to push it out and drop it onto the floor. Oh god.
Taehyung bends his neck to look at Jungkook’s face. Still sleeping.
He grabs the end of the plug and turns it clockwise and then counterclockwise, looking in awe at how the little ring of muscles pulls and stretches and flatters around the metal edges. Lube comes out a bit with every rotation of the plug, slowly dripping down Jungkook’s taint.
Taehyung re-checks. Jungkook’s lids are still closed, his expression relaxed.
He grabs the edge of the plug and begins to pull. His eyes bulge and his mouth hangs open as Jungkook’s rim stretches impossibly wide to give in and let the fat end of the plug out of his ass. The squelching sound of lube shifting around his insides is the final push Taehyung needs, and he wastes no time throwing the plug over the edge of the bed and positioning himself above Jungkook, chest to back, their hips glued, Taehyung’s blonde hair mingling with the younger’s dark locks.
“Babe… Fuck babe please wake up,” Taehyung pleads, whispering in Jungkook’s ear, so horny and desperate that he can barely think straight. “God, why did you do that? When did you buy that thing? I want to fuck you so bad. You have to wake up now.”
Jungkook just mewls, not even bothered by the weight of the other man on top of him. Instead, he huffs and continues to snore softly.
Taehyung buries his face in the other’s locks and sighs frustrated. His hips cast forward, the movement making the tip of his cock catch in Jungkook’s gaping rim, and the feeling is enough to make Taehyung groan loudly and take a very lust-driven decision.
It’s not that they haven’t done anything similar before. Once, Jungkook had woken up earlier than Taehyung and had rubbed his morning wood against the other’s thigh to relieve himself, the blonde waking up just in time to catch a glimpse of Jungkook's eyes rolling to the back of his head. He’d teased him so much that time, mocking the younger’s lack of self-control, just to jump on him for good measure a few minutes later.
This time, though, feels different. And Taehyung knows it, and that’s why he trembles like a leaf when with the tip of his cock, he begins to force himself into the sleeping man under him. The velvety feeling of those wet, warm walls around his hard erection is so sweet, and Taehyung has been hard for so long now, that he’s impressed he's managed not to come yet. Instead, he buries himself to the hilt, moaning loudly when he meets no restrictions and the supple walls, stretched for god knows how many hours, just give in and let him slide inside.
“Mmmmmmnnhhh.” Jungkook complains, body still asleep but more tense than before, the eyes beneath the lids beginning to stir, but still pretty much closed. Taehyung buries his face in Jungkook’s black hair and immediately begins to move, drawing backward and plunging forward with the help of gravity, the ‘schwop’ sounds of bony hips colliding against a bouncy ass and the squelch of lube making Taehyung’s insides thorn and twist.
For an instant, he wonders if the fact that his shaft is hard as wood is because of that little fap-fest he had minutes prior, or because he’s literally fucking his unresponsive boyfriend awake. And it feels so damn wrong because it takes two to make love, and Jungkook is always so beautifully responsive to his Hyung’s touches and words. And yet his guts twist at the thought that he can just take and take and nobody is gonna stop him, Jungkook won’t stop him, and if he does wake up in the middle of it, Taehyung will force him down and just take some more. He’s not into somnophilia, not at all. But he’s into power control. And Jungkook is into giving that control over to him because he trusts Taehyung more himself.
So, Taehyung kicks Jungkook's legs spread and resumes his movements, cock slipping in and out as his arms slide underneath Jungkook’s torso in a makeshift hug, the blonde’s lips closing around the younger’s pierced ear.
Jungkook’s ears have always been super sensitive, which is probably why his eyes slowly begin to open when his Hyung starts nibbling on them. Sensing the other stir, with labored breaths Taehyung slows his movements down, his chest rising and falling against the back muscles shifting underneath him.
Jungkook pries one eye open, blinking slowly as he tries to turn his face around and lower his arms. But Taehyung is fully awake and much faster, and his arms slip up to trap Jungkook’s tattooed hands with his, leaving them above the pillow and forcing his back to stay arched. Then, with calibrated movements, he glues his hips to Jungkook’s ass and moves them in a circular motion, his erection caressing and rubbing against every crevice of the younger’s insides.
Jungkook’s eyes open wide, pouty mouth gasping in shock. Taehyung grins and lowers his head to leave a soft kiss on the other’s flushed cheek, temple, and nose.
“Rise and shine, baby boy.”
Jungkook walls clamp down against his cock, a loud gasp leaving his lips as he turns his head to look at his Hyung’s face.
“Oh god! O-oh god!” he says when he realizes his predicament.
Taehyung glues his cheek to Jungkook’s, the two impossibly close, then he resumes his movements, going harder and faster than before and enjoying the loud moans leaving from a still bewildered Jungkook. And yet, Taehyung notices how the other is weakly trying to match his frantic movements, throwing his ass back to respond to Taehyung’s unrelenting hammering.
“Ah, fuck” Taehyung grits. The surprised, slightly scared expression on the younger man has cast a dark, twisted shadow inside of Taehyung, fueling his lust and his desire to absolutely fuck the living daylights out of Jungkook and send him straight back to sleep.
This is not healthy, his conscience says. We’ll have to talk about it.
But not now.
Taehyung’s number one priority, now that the younger is awake and whining under him, is to ram so hard into him to make him come untouched within the next 5 minutes, especially because he feels impossibly close to his own release as well.
“H-Hyung! Aah… Mmh… T-Tae…” Jungkook pants, the sound feeble and slurred, eyes still puffy with sleep and lidded with arousal.
“H-Hyungie…”
“Aah, shit.” One hand leaves its hold on Jungkook's wrist to sneak down and stop between the man’s legs. He forces his knees up, lifting his hips off the mattress and thus granting better access to his rapidly hardening erection. The new angle and the hold around his cock make Jungkook scream in delight, his ass squeezing impossibly tight around the other at every precise, violent hit on his prostate.
“Look at how hard you are,” Taehyung pants, his own words labored and spoken right in Jungkook’s ear, making him shiver and tremble. “Did you like it, uh? Waking up with Hyungie inside of you?”
Jungkook whines and throws his head back against Taehyung’s shoulder. He nods vehemently, tattooed hand rushing to grab Taehyung’s and hold it in a vice grip.
“Ah, yes? You liked it?” Taehyung continues, vision blurring at the edges as Jungkook’s wall pulse around him. “I liked that plug v-very much… I will make you wear it every time after I fuck you.”
Jungkook’s eyes roll behind his closed lids. “Ah, fffuck… Y-yes!”
Neglecting Jungkook’s throbbing cock, Taehyung brings his hand right below his navel and presses hard on his lower belly. “I’ll put so much cum into you, Kookie... You will feel me here for days”.
Poor Jungkook has no time to brace himself, as the orgasm that slams into him as soon as his brain starts processing Taehyung’s words is so violent and unexpected that he completely forgets how to breathe. His body tenses, the back muscles arch as he shoots strings and strings of cum onto the immaculate sheets. Taehyung follows seconds after, snapping his hips forward one final time and releasing his seed deep inside the other. They stay like that for infinite minutes, trying to calm their labored breathing down, Taehyung peppering kisses wherever he can reach – Jungkook’s nape, shoulders, spine, the tip of his red ears, his high cheekbones, the corners of his lips.
Jungkook just smiles softly, still a bit sleepy, and mewls when Taehyung’s softening erection slips out of his body and the blonde drops on the mattress, his side facing him.
“Hyung, no…” Jungkook complains as he feels cum running down his taint and thighs. “I’ll make a mess.”
Taehyung scoffs. “Do you want the plug?”
Jungkook’s eyes bulge, a deep frown between his eyebrows. “I’m so sensitive right now that if you come any close to my ass with that thing, I will shove it up your ass.”
“Jokes on you, I’d like that.”
Jungkook huffs and turns on his side, eyes now on the same level as Taehyung. His index and middle finger reach out to caress Taehyung’s sharp jaw, enjoying the friction of the stubble growing there.
“Mmh… Did you eat the jjigae?”
“I did, love. Delicious as always,” Taehyung says, moving forward to leave a peck on Jungkook’s red lips. He lingers there, tongue gently caressing the little silver ring and ball on the bottom corner of his lower lip. “You could cook the sole of a boot and I’d still eat that shit up.”
Jungkook scoffs, a tired smile stretching his lips. “That’s Namjoonie hyung’s signature dish… And you’re such a pimp.”
Taehyung feigns an outraged expression. “A pimp? You called me a pimp under my roof?” He begins a tickle war with Jungkook that he loses way too fast, begging for mercy as Jungkook rises on top of him and sits on his stomach with his legs on either side of the blonde.
“I liked it,” he says with a voice so soft that Taehyung almost misses it. Almost.
“What, baby?”
Jungkook hesitates, eyes avoiding Taehyung’s and focusing on the little mole on the tip of his nose. Then continues. “What you did… How you woke me up… I liked it. A lot.”
Taehyung feels as if a boulder has been removed from his chest, the relief so intense that he feels like kissing Jungkook everywhere all over again.
“I mean… I didn’t really plan it this time. I just fell asleep like that, waiting for you to come back. So next time, let’s decide on it together before we go to sleep. But I liked it. I want to do it again, if you want it too.”
Taehyung feels his eyes sting and his throat tighten because Jungkook is just so precious and kind and he’s the one in their couple who always makes sure things are talked out and both feel comfortable with their desires and requests.
Taehyung grabs the back of Jungkook’s head, intertwines his fingers with the locks there, and pulls him down until their lips smash into a dazzling kiss, filled with all the love he feels for the man. When they separate, their eyes are hooded, sparkling, and exhausted.
“And now?” Jungkook whispers on Taehyung’s lips.
“Now I will clean you up. I will run you a warm bath if you want.”
“Mmh, I like that,” Jungkook smiles. “And then?”
Taehyung kisses the tip of his nose, enamored like ever. He does feel like a pimp now. But it’s ok. He feels that now is the right time to be one. He’s brushing Jungkook’s lips with his when the flame of the candle suddenly flickers and goes out.
He whispers. “Then, we sleep.”