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"Baby, you're working yourself to death." Taehyung's soothing baritone filters through Jungkook's quiet office, the only other sound besides the scratching of a fountain pen on paper and the dull ticking of Jungkook's watch heavy on his wrist.
Jungkook doesn't look up from his papers until the pen in his hand is snatched from between his fingers. He heaves a tired sigh, though there's a small smile on his lips, as his gaze flickers up to meet Taehyung's sultry own. He knows Taehyung must've been waiting for him up in their suite; he can see it in the silk of his shirt, the smooth and undisturbed fabric hanging loose off his shoulders and coming to tie around his thin waist in an elegant knot. He sees it in his eyes, in the shimmer on his eyelids and the elegant, black wing of his makeup, making his eyes look longer and sharper, more dangerous. He smells it on him too, zeste de soleil clinging to the skin on the inside of his wrist and the curve of his neck, the sharp citrus of the perfume wafting his senses.
"You know I have work to do, petal." But Taehyung pays his words no mind as he makes to climb onto Jungkook's plush velvet chair, his knees digging into the cushion, as one of his arms snakes up to Jungkook's neck and wraps around it loosely while the other rests at the head of Jungkook's chair. He towers over Jungkook like this, his hair falling over his eyes as he looks down at him, feels the brush of the cold, white gold of his earrings against his warm cheeks.
Jungkook knows this is how Taehyung likes to tease him subtly, how he hovers over Jungkook's lap, so close but just out of reach. Like he has to earn it. He can feel Taehyung's warmth radiating off his skin, his skin buzzing where Taehyung touches him.
"Your work more important than me?" Taehyung's head tilts slightly, and Jungkook has to bite back the smile threatening to spread across his lips at Taehyung's blatant display at trying to look hurt, if not by the pout on his vibrantly red, perfectly painted lips.
He was waiting for him.
"Not in any world or lifetime, petal." His hands move from their place on the chair's armrests and come up to rest on Taehyung's hips, one hand sliding down to rest at the base of Taehyung's thigh, while the other cradles the curve of his lower back, thumb pressing into his small waist.
Taehyung's pants leave nothing for the imagination, the fabric wrapping tight around his tapered waist and hugging his thighs like a second skin. He can feel the outline of his underwear beneath his fingers, and Jungkook can only smile knowingly at Taehyung, cocks a curious eyebrow, but says nothing. Taehyung knows what he's thinking anyway.
"Well then, do you plan on joining me back in the suite anytime soon? You've kept me waiting awfully long, darling. Almost makes me want to be angry at you." Taehyung's fingers are pulling at the short hairs at Jungkook's neck, a harsh tug that jerks Jungkook's head backwards until it rests against the high back of the chair.
There's a petulant pout on Taehyung's lips as he lets go of Jungkook's hair, hand falling limp against Jungkook's neck. He lowers his head to rest his forehead against Jungkook's, noses against Jungkook's cheeks and lets out a low sigh. "I miss you. I always try to stay up but I never can. Sleep pulls me away before I ever get to feel you pull me into your chest." He presses a soundless kiss to Jungkook's jaw, and another and another until he feels Jungkook's hand tighten around the back of his thigh.
"Baby-"
"Didn't you miss me too?"
Was that even a question? Taehyung had to be joking, right? Taehyung pulled back slightly to look at Jungkook, and true to the way he's been acting, Jungkook sees a spark of uncertainty in his deep brown eyes. "What's all this about, petal? Of course I missed you. I never stop thinking about you, love." Taehyung squirms at the pet name, an indignant whine in his throat.
"Really?" It's barely a whisper, but he can hear the underlying insecurity in his voice, making him sound so small and unsure.
"Taehyung. I'm sorry I haven't been free lately to spend some time with you, but know that you're always on my mind. I'm sorry for ever making you doubt that." He's thumbing at Taehyung's waist, rubbing soothing circles into the exposed skin just above the hem of his trousers.
"I'm sorry for doubting you baby." He breathes onto his mouth, eyes falling shut and hand curling around his neck securely as he leans forward to press their foreheads together.
"I'm still here petal, aren't I?" The words are spoken softly against Taehyung's lips, nothing more than a hushed whisper between their two souls. "I'm still here."
Jungkook nudges Taehyung's cheeks with his nose, lips brushing softly against his cheek, mouthing against his skin before pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, overwhelmingly soft and gentle and he can feel Taehyung sag slightly into his chest, leaning down farther to press their lips together properly.
Taehyung's hand moves from behind Jungkook's neck to cup his cheek tenderly, swiping his thumb across the soft skin.
Jungkook's licking at the seam of Taehyung's lips, biting his plush bottom lip and smearing his lipstick as Taehyung's mouth falls open pliantly, jaw relaxing, giving him the silent permission to explore his mouth. He feels a hot tongue slide against his own, wet as it wraps and curls around his tongue. Taehyung lets out a breathless moan and Jungkook greedily swallows the sound as he squeezes Taehyung's thigh in his hand, eliciting another delicious moan from Taehyung.
Jungkook knows that if he doesn't stop now Taehyung won't have any qualms about having sex here in his office, but Jungkook won't risk having someone walking in on them, namely Jimin, and interrupting them. And he knows he can't deny Taehyung what he wants. But more so than that, the thought of someone passing by his office door and so much as hearing Taehyung, let alone seeing Taehyung likes this, sits uneasily in his stomach.
He presses one last kiss to Taehyung's puffy bruised lips, soft and sweet, before he's pulling back, much to Taehyung's protesting whines. His shirt had slid down his shoulder, revealing more of his tantalizing flushed skin (and his godforsaken pierced nipples) and Jungkook has to fight the urge to leave a mark there, right where he knows everyone will see. Claim him as his.
"Let's go back to the suite, petal." His hand reaches up to cradle Taehyung's cheek, fingers skimming over his lips, smudged red with lipstick and wet with spit. He smiles at Taehyung, cheeks and shoulders glowing a rosy blush, warm to the touch, chest rising and falling and disturbing the delicate chain of his choker and the silver necklace hanging loose around his neck, stopping just above the end of his shirt’s plunging neckline.
The smile Taehyung gives him warms his heart, small and soft, his eyes half lidded and hazy, and he nods sweetly, almost unconsciously.
And though Taehyung might've been eager back in Jungkook's office, the moment Jungkook set him down on the bed after stripping him of his clothes, redressing him in a pair of powder blue silk pajamas and wiping his face clean of makeup, Taehyung had fallen right into sleep, curling into Jungkook's naked chest and burying his face in his neck. He presses a soft kiss to Taehyung’s hair and pulls him closer t his chest.
"Good night, petal. I love you endlessly."