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"Jeonggukie!" Jeongguk hears a high pitched voice that could be detected a mile away. Jimin.
"I didn't think you'd come!" He's tackled into a bearing hug, dazed when he is spun around by the blonde haired male who greets him with a boyish grin. Jeongguk returns the look, squeaking when Jimin squishes his cheeks together.
"It's your birthday, why wouldn't I?" Jeongguk quickly adds, letting the older do whatever he pleases, finding it comforting and adorable.
Jimin pats his cheek, the creases in his eyes prominent. "You're too good for me, I don't deserve you." He quips.
"Don't say that."
"It's true."
"Don't flatter me."
Jimin chuckles, steering him forward as he beams on about tonights game plan. Jeongguk provides his undivided attention entirely, all while focusing on his surroundings. They make it about ten feet when they stand above a counter, downing shots.
"Oh, how I missed you." Jimin whines, embracing him in a gentle hug.
Jeongguk teases the older, aware how affectionate he becomes when he's under the influence. He softly pats his shoulder as he takes a swig, darting his eyes around and detecting the crowded space. It's stuffy from where he stands, a bead of sweat dribbling down his exposed arm.
"Look!" Jimin points and Jeongguk heavily sighs when he looks. Taehyung in the flesh, in all his glory, standing a feet away from them along with someone else Jeongguk cannot identity.
What a sight for sore eyes.
"Taehyungie!" Jimin chirps, embracing the younger in a tight embrace. Jeongguk continues to stand there dumbly, focusing elsewhere and not the man staring back at him with a look he cannot determine.
"Jeonggukie, come!" He hears Jimin yell, and Jeongguk bites back a little noise that builds in the back of his throat. He does eventually, hesitance in each step he makes. "Meet Hoseokie!" Jimin swings an arm around his shoulder.
"Hey," He cooly says, huffing at Taehyung who seems to disregard his existence completely.
"Aw, you're so adorable!" Hoseok tackles him in a bearing hug, knocking the wind out of him. Jeongguk awkwardly pats his back, blaming it on how oddly they're angled. "My friend here talks a lot about you," Hoseok adds and releases him to sling an arm around Taehyung who only grimaces.
Jeongguk who raises a brow makes a little noise at the odd confession. "He's drunk." Taehyung declares, his arms crossed and expression tight. Jeongguk bites down the urge to roll his eyes. Jimin looks between them, sensing the thick tension swirling in the air. He frowns and doesn't mention it, bent on separating the two as soon as possible.
"I'm aware, Taeyang."
Jimin interrupts his little snarky remark before Taehyung can even blink. "Hoseokie, care to show him around? Me and Jeonggukie will be just around the corner, I'll inform you when I blow the candles." Jimin announces and Hoseok happily nods his head, "You got it." Hoseok drags Taehyung who only sighs.
Jeongguk is more than glad for the distraction, aware how tense the air had become and the evident vein appearing in his forehead prominent from how hard he'd been frowning. Jimin seemed to notice it and acted fast, not saying a word afterwards.
"Is it too boring? I can—"
"Jimin. It's your birthday party." Jeongguk reminds and reassures him, aware how clammy Jimin had became after their short interaction, seeing how bothered he was and left urged to do something about it.
"I know."
"You can go, you know. It's your birthday after all."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Go have fun I mean. I'll be — in this corner doing something. It's fun here, whoever painted the walls..." Jeongguk trails on, forced to inspect the dull wall as Jimin blinks in utter disbelief.
"Jeonggukie, socialize, please. Let loose a bit." Jimin pats his shoulder in a sort of pitying way. It's better than the "Jeonggukie, you're so tight up the ass." What the fuck does that even mean? Jeongguk rolls his eyes at how concerned his friend looks, sending a whatever look in return. "Go. I can physically feel your friends ogling at me to fuck off elsewhere." He snorts and Jimin immediately darts his eyes around, rolling his eyes when he discerns a crowd glaring at the two.
"They just think we're dating. You know, Yoongi-hyung apparently has a thing for me."
"Why don't you do something about it?"
"I like him too. I just want him to ask me out first."
"You're unbelievable."
"We call it one of a kind." Jimin winks.
Jeongguk snorts, squeezing his arm one last time before he ventures off into the distance. He walks around the crowded house with a blank look, holding his breath when the dizzying scent of alcohol and weed begins to bristle at his nose.
In a blink of an eye, he is dancing and grinding up against someone he has no clue of, throwing his hands in the air as he lips along the lyrics, savoring the sweet taste of sensations pooling in the pit of his tummy until he his abruptly taken by the arm in a rough hold and spun around in some dull corner.
Jeongguk grinds his teeth at whoever has the nerve to do such—
"Taehyung?" Jeongguk piques, baffled and curious by the bizarre behavior, aware of the haze in his eyes and faint slur evident in his voice.
"So you do know how to say my name right."
"What is it you want? You must have grown a pair by the way you just fucking grabbed me." Jeongguk grits out through clamped teeth, aware of the hand still clutching his exposed arm. "Are you always this stubborn?"
"That's it. I'm leaving."
Jeongguk intends to yank his arm back, seething when he's pulled back, only pausing when he looks up to see Taehyung with a desperate look on his face. In a blink of an eye, it's gone.
Jeongguk never despised Taehyung. Barely even acknowledging his existence despite spending high school through college with him, this hatred being very much one-sided. It never crossed his mind to discern something as unfathomable as this hostility he feels reverberating off the older male than how he does now. It's unpleasant.
Impractical.
"I will never understand you."
Jeongguk doesn't understand what that means, or, perhaps he doesn't want to. It's uncomfortable with how the male seems to flicks his gaze up and down, as if he's attempting his best to read him, finding it frustrating when he can't.
"Then don't."
If Jeongguk noticed the slight twitch in the males face, he doesn't mention it.
"Whatever." Taehyung saunters away.
What the actual fuck was this guy's deal anyway? grabbing him by the arm was weird itself, then refusing to give him a good reason why he did in the first place is beyond him.
Jeongguk doesn't even feel up to dance anymore, his mood soured and energy dimmed. He needs a damn drink and somewhere to cool off.
That's exactly how he spends his night, downing his problems away, letting the burning sensation course through his entire body, washing away the previous anger felt and drowning the noises of others out.
He's still upset after his little interaction from earlier. Half bent on discovering why the male hates him and why he even cares in the first place. Jimin is one tough fucker to even be friends with the man in the first place. Jeongguk presumes he may of hit a soft spot, given how much he's been encountering the man throughout the night.
Over what? A fucking mean name?
"Need another refill?"
Jeongguk squeaks and comes back to reality, shuddering from the hot breath that hits the back of his neck, he cranes his neck to get a better angle. A man who looks about three or four years older than him stands behind him to his very left, a boyish grin on full display. Attractive, to say the least.
Jeongguk reddens from where he's seated on one of the display stools, embarrassed to be caught off guard. It's one of those moments, he blames.
"Yes, please." Jeongguk says, staring up through his eyelashes. He shy's away from the stare he's given, finding the man to be really fucking hot. Sexy in other words.
"Jay, but you could call me whatever you want." The man winks and maneuvers to the bar. Jeongguk is forced to look away. True to his word, the man generously pours him another cup of booze in which Jeongguk shakily takes, taking a careful swig with his head lowered to the floor, stunned when he realizes he's been given a cup of fruit punch.
Does he really look that young?
"Well, I need a name for that pretty face of yours."
Jeongguk looks up, taking in a better view of the man who leans against the counters, a red solo cup in his own hand, who looks to be about a courter half Korean and the other half Jeongguk cannot determine.
"Jeongguk."
"Sweet." The man hums in content above a sip, his hawk like gaze trained on Jeongguk who dumbly sits there, frantically darting his eyes around searching for nothing in particular. Jimin was right when he said he needed to loosen up a bit, perhaps this is his given chance to endeavor in that suggestion.
"I'm not quite familiar with the house, would you do the honors and show me around?" Jeongguk lies through his teeth, swiping his bottom lip with his tongue, pleading with an innocent look in his eyes and reveling in how reacted the man looks by it.
"Took the words right out of my mouth, love."
It goes like that, Jay showing him around the place and Jeongguk acting clueless as ever. He finds later on that Jay is twenty-five and majoring in psychology. Jimin is still nowhere to be found, presumably sucking off someone's face in the comfort of his own bedroom. Him and Jay seemed to hit it off pretty well, discovering how much they really have in common.
Jeongguk isn't so upset anymore, finding Jay to be a really smooth talker, charming even. He looks forward to the subtle glances they send each other once in a while and the occasional arm brushes that occur on complete "accident." They danced for a short while and wind down on the front living room couch.
"I'm not all that great at it"
"I wouldn't suspect a thing, given how good you are with your hands." It isn't meant to come out like that, but Jeongguk supposes it doesn't really matter when Jay gives him an "oh really" look.
"That's not what I meant-" Jeongguk takes it back, finding it to be really fucking embarrassing. They're talking about football, not whatever he is thinking. "Sure, just two dudes pouring on about their love for sports." Jay quips and Jeongguk flusters even more.
"Asshole."
"I'm just messing with you." Jay exclaims through laughter, finding Jeongguk to be really fucking adorable when he's flustered. Jeongguk however doesn't say anything in return, too embarrassed to even breathe the same air as the man. It's quiet for a short period of time until it isn't.
"Well why don't we test that theory?"
Jeongguk takes a minute to process what the man has said, immediately taken aback and aroused from where he's seated. Oh, he's definitely flirting. He blinks, his thoughts derailed when he takes in his surroundings. It's crowded from where they are, the faint noises of others yelling and laughing and all Jeongguk can think of is how fucking aroused he is, the buttons to his trousers chubbing from how hard he is.
"I-If that's alright with you." What do you even say to that? Jeongguk thinks. Half embarrassed and half curious as to what that implies and if the man is actually being serious or just fucking with him.
"Lead the way darling."
And lead the way Jeongguk does.
With the man trailing from behind, Jeongguk maneuvers his way around the house, his nerves all over the place when they make it past the sea of individuals, led to an empty hallway where he makes out a few doors on both ends and an open closet.
"Are you sure—"
Jeongguk fucking yelps when he is rudely interrupted and yanked into one of the spare bathrooms, startled when the door swiftly shuts from behind as his back slams harshly up against it. He hears it lock before he can even process it. The lights are a dimmed down blue and purple tone. Jimin and his strange obsession for lightbulbs.
"I need to talk to you."
Jeongguk can not fucking believe it. With his own two eyes and shortened breath, low-and-behold Taehyung who stares back at him with an amused sort of look. It infuriates him even more by how collected he looks, like he's achieved something.
"Can't you fucking see I am in the middle of something?" Jeongguk keeps his voice low and steady, in case Jay may hear and begin brain storming something completely different.
"I figured."
"En? Jeongguk-sshi?" There's three knocks at the door and Jeongguk wants to crawl out of his own skin. He isn't even hard anymore, bewildered by Taehyung's cruel behavior and dumbfounded by how casual he's acting.
"One minute!" He yells, grunting when he hears a confused huff from the other end. Jeongguk wants to yank his own hair and most importantly rain fucking hell on Taehyung who looks almost endeared by everything.
This isn't fucking normal. Jeongguk thinks.
"You need to fucking go do something!" He half yells, widening his eyes when he realizes it.
"I wanted to talk to you."
Taehyung muses, leaning his entire weight against the counter as he flicks his eyes downward. Jeongguk detects an eye twitch. "There's something fucking wrong with you, seriously. I can't believe you." Jeongguk huffs, nearly shuddering when Taehyung's demeanor changes in a matter of seconds.
Jeongguk squeaks when he begins to invade his personal space, the taller's cologne invading his nostrils and his heart skipping as he begins backing further into the door and breathing a sigh of relief when he's only shoved behind, the other unlocking the door and opening it. Jeongguk thinks he's about to leave, and leave he doesn't.
"Are you okay—"
Deafening silence immediately washes over them and Jeongguk thinks he may of seen his life flash before his own eyes.
Goodbye to the sexy man he just met because Jeongguk thinks he may of noticed the pattern between revulsion and anger waver over the mans face in a matter of seconds.
"Who are you?"
"What's it to you?"
Jeongguk wants to gouge his own eyes out.
"Can I talk to him alone?" The man refers to Jeongguk who mindlessly stands there with his head lowered to the ground, ashamed by the whole ordeal. A complete misunderstanding, and Jeongguk can't find it in him to do anything about it.
"I don't think his boyfriend would like that."
"What boyfriend?"
"You're staring at him right now."
Jeongguk blinks, once to make sure he didn't just hear that, twice to make sure he's still breathing. However the third time is when he looks up, mouth agape and left completely speechless, processing it on his own accord. Indeed is he very much still breathing.
He glances between both men, seeing them in a heated stare off. It jiggles his bones, the hair on the back of his neck stand up from how jarring it is.
"If you didn't want to you could've just said that instead of leading me on." Jay directs to Jeongguk who immediately throws a stumped glance, his intentions to step forward are only futile when Taehyung prevents him from doing so.
"What? He isn't my —"
"Save it. It's kind of concerning, honestly." The man adds, pausing his breathing to look back and forth in between them to only shake his head. "Good luck with the relationship." He walks away with a collected shrug and Jeongguk is lost as ever.
Maybe even than before.
He stumps in his stance, processing everything in his brain. I mean, can Jeongguk really be mad at this rate? It wasn't like he was going to get the mans number and live his for happily-ever-after, maybe chase butterflies with the man and blow bubbles. It being more of a quick fuck.
But it does make him upset, moreover the fact that Taehyung can't just seem to catch a break and fuck off elsewhere, this being the second time he's been cockblocked in the night.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Jeongguk grits out through clamped teeth, finding it difficult to control his breathing from how upset he is. He's fuming from the mouth all the way up.
It's then when he can finally take in the view right before him.
Taehyung who leans entirely against the doorframe with his crossed arms and a tight expression wears a well-put-together outfit, the colors fitting and suiting him just right. With his ebony curls that look wet makes him want to card his fingers through them, the veins on his hands prominent make it appealing to look at. He finds out how devilishly striking Taehyung really is.
And god, does Jeongguk not even want to think about it like that.
"You really don't get it do you?"
"Get what? How you basically just fucking humiliated me?" Jeongguk crosses his own arms, bewildered and taken aback. He doesn't even want to look at the male, the beating of his heart erratic and breathing irregular.
"Nevermind. I don't even want to talk about this with you." Jeongguk adds, maneuvering his way towards the door only to be shoved back. What the fuck is this guys problem?
"No, I think we need to have this conversation, don't you think?" Taehyung heavily frowns, locking and shutting the door with his foot as he leans entirely against it, blocking his way of any escape.
"Sure, why don't I go grab a chair and we can talk about it? No." Jeongguk huffs. "Open the fucking door so I can leave." He shoves and pulls at the male, even more upset when he finds how useless it is. He backs away and immediately frowns.
Does this guy lift bricks and carry boulders?
Jeongguk doesn't have the time to dwell on it furthermore, introduced to the fact that he's been basically blocked from any sort of exit and how scarily calm Taehyung looks by the whole ordeal. It's even scarier how he can look him in the eye, not uttering a single word when he basically initiated the talk in the first place.
"You wanted to talk. So talk." Jeongguk decides to say fuck it and find out.
And talk does Taehyung do.
"You hate me, don't you?" Taehyung tilts his head, face blank and unwavering.
Jeongguk is puzzled by the sudden accusation.
"I-I don't. I thought you hated me. I mean—don't you?"
"Well why don't we find out?"
Before Jeongguk can even take a breath and process the words being said, he's maneuvered around and pressed up against the door in a blink of an eye. He widens his eyes in return, his breathing almost irregular and erratic.
"Why so quiet now? I thought you wanted to find out, hm?" Taehyung huffs out in a deep chuckle, his breathing nearly the same pace as his, a wolfish grin on full display as he looks down at him. And god does that do things to him.
And Jeongguk fucking whimpers at that.
In slow like motion, he watches how Taehyung's pupils dilate and how steady his breath becomes. It all falls down when he's abruptly taken by the lips, the walls he's built and cards he's played collapsing in nearly a second. He closes his eyes and melts into the kiss. And oh, how good does it feel.
Taehyung tilts his head entirely, a low growl ripping from his chest as he feverishly devours his mouth. And Jeongguk can't find it in him to be bothered, hazily wrapping his own arms around the taller's neck and letting him do whatever he pleases.
The said man slots a leg in between his, letting his own erection rub against his inner thighs. And god is he fucking huge.
His anger and revulsion vanishing in nearly a second, failing to remember why he was even upset in the first place, leading him to finally give in and let his breath be stolen away.
Taehyung breathes out and Jeongguk breathes in.
There's hands that grip at his hips, the exposed skin of his waist to his belly being traced by the fingers that hold him. "Hm." Jeongguk hums in content, unbothered by the wad of drool that trails down his chin or the tongue that swipes his bottom lip, completely dazed and pliant.
Then he remembers.
The anger fuels even once more, leading to him angling his unwavering infuriation in another way, his once shy kisses becoming rougher and more eager. There's a deep chuckle and break away that brings him back to reality.
"Slow down baby."
Jeongguk tilts his head against the door and stumps completely against it, his limbs tremble and his brain unable to catch up with the gentle kisses trailing from his jaw to his neck. With his mouth hung open, he gasps and shudders by the teething at the base of his neck.
Taehyung continues to trace away at his skin, once in a while digging his nails into the flesh of it. It has him reeling and curling his toes beneath the barrier of his own shoes.
"Please."
Jeongguk doesn't know what he's asking for in particular, finding it difficult to even process the hands that travel down to his ass, only shuddering when Taehyung squeezes the clothed flesh into his bare hands.
"Do you finally get it?" Taehyung whispers in his ear, caressing his upper back with gentle hands. Jeongguk wants to sob from how hard he is, realizing how much they've been talking and not enough touching.
And most importantly take whatever Taehyung gives him at any given moment.
"I do—" Jeongguk sobs.
"Good boy."
Jeongguk gasps and opens his eyes, squeaking when he's suddenly yanked and shoved down in front of the counter, bent over in the mercy as close to the devil. He glances up to see his own reflection, finding Taehyung staring back at him with hooded eyes and parted lips.
Under the purple lights, Jeongguk can almost make out the carved details in his own face. He looks a mess, his hair disheveled and evident tear stains around his eyes. He sobs even more when he realizes the touches are gone, frantically darting his eyes around to see Taehyung's hands above the counter. Not doing damn thing.
It's then when he realizes he hasn't said the words.
"Please let me— I-I can't —"
"Please what?"
Jeongguk briefly shudders, blushing all the way down to his neck. He bites his lip and lowers his head in humiliation, his breath slowing down as he contemplates on whether or not it's worth the embarrassment.
"I want you to touch me, Taehyung." Jeongguk boldly says, looking him dead in the eyes, having enough of his shit. Taehyung who frowns leans further into his space lets his clothed erection come to rest against his ass. He shudders from it, biting down a needy whine building in the back of his throat. "We'll get there." He firmly says.
Jeongguk rolls his eyes.
He trembles, reeling on the hand on his waist and the other trailing it's way to his fly. He gasps when Taehyung traces the clothed flesh with his fingers, jumping when it's given a firm squeeze by the palm of his hand. He's yanked back, the palm on his waist given a firm knead.
"Hurry up—" Jeongguk hisses, muffling a spluttered moan into his arm when Taehyung's fingers retracts itself back to his zipper, the upper part of his trousers becoming undone and difficult for him to think when his aching erection pokes at the front of his briefs.
Jeongguk shudders and hisses, feeling his dripping cock being pulled out from where it's tucked, precum dribbling down from the slit. He later finds on how easier it is to breathe, to take in his surroundings and realize how out of breath Taehyung sounds.
"Spit." Taehyung breathily demands, holding his palm flat out as Jeongguk spits without any hesitation, leaning further into his arm when he hears a spluttered sound from behind. Presumably Taehyung spitting in his own hand as well.
Jeongguk whines and drools into his arm, clenching his fists when Taehyung finally wraps his hand around the base of his cock, once in a while thumbing the slit as he tugs and strokes the flesh into the palm of his larger hand.
"Not so bratty anymore, huh?" Taehyung deeply chuckles, leaning into whisper in his ear as he slides his other hand up his shirt, thumbing at his already hard buds, once in a while tugging them with the intention as clear as day. Jeongguk hisses in return, spluttering a filthy moan against his own skin.
Jeongguk opens his mouth to say something, anything, Immediately choking on nothing but air when Taehyung gives a firm squeeze to his aching cock, a gust of pleasure and pain wavering over him from the not-so kind gesture.
Jeongguk sucks in a deep breath, conflicted on whether to brat out or let Taehyung have the upper hand. He supposes it doesn't really matter anymore when heat begins to pool in the pit of his tummy, a kind of heat no one else can provide other than the hand stroking him.
He feels restless for it, clumsily thrusting into the hand leaving him breathless for more, with little to no awareness to the mouthing at his neck. "Chase it, baby." And chase it does Jeongguk do.
It all becomes too hazy for him, the orgasm building in the lower part of his abdomen becoming the only thing he can feel, think and see. Jeongguk drools and whimpers with closed eyes, sobbing when he's suddenly released and edged to the brink of his insanity.
"Why—why-" He chokes out, opening his eyes to look up in the mirror.
"Were mouthy to me earlier and mouthy to me now, I think we're fair now, don't you think?" Taehyung crudely says, chuckling in his ear as Jeongguk clenches his fists together, defeat wafting over him entirely from being denied. "Don't worry though, you'll still get to come. Just not with my hands." Taehyung pats his cheek, giving a mean grin from where he's standing.
Cheeky bastard.
If he won't then Jeongguk will. It leads to him freeing his own hand from his arm, trailing it downward to his neglected cock only for it to be suddenly harshly yanked back. "Don't even think about it." Taehyung roughly says against the back of his neck.
Jeongguk whines in frustration, confused and overwhelming hard. He only realizes now how affected Taehyung looks seeing him defeated and unable to do anything without his given permission.
With both hands, he's suddenly pushed back down until his knees hit the cabinets. Jeongguk splutters from the harsh gesture, hazily glancing up to see other male in deep concentration, solely focused on unzipping his own jeans to relieve himself.
Jeongguk immediately shudders when his jeans drop to the floor including his briefs, mortified to see how big he really is. He glances back up at the male to see him already staring back at him with a vacant look in his eyes.
Taehyung curses under his breath, spitting into his own hand as he wraps it around his aching cock, giving himself a few strokes and a tug here and there before finally letting go. "Suck." Taehyung breathily demands, holding his other hand out as Jeongguk does what he's told.
He takes two digits into his mouth, attempting his best not to gag from how long his fingers are. "Can you take three?" Jeongguk chokes around his fingers, shaking his head with a petrified noise oozing from the back of his throat.
"Thought so."
Jeongguk immediately coughs when the fingers disappear, gasping for air and glaring up at how smug Taehyung looks, a grin on his face even. "You sure do talk a lot for someone not doing anything." Jeongguk downright says with an annoyed look on his face.
"Gotta prep you first, baby." Taehyung humors him, spitting along his fingers before shoving a digit into his hole without any warning earning a drawn out moan from the other male beneath him. He lays him flat out on the counter, pulling and shoving his finger back in.
"A-another one —I can take another one," Jeongguk chokes out, balling his fists together as Taehyung adds another digit.
He continues his ministrations, once in a while pulling out to circle around the rim. "Doing so well, aren't you baby?" Jeongguk lolls his head to the side from where it's tucked under his arm, preening under the blue lights from the praising and touching. Taehyung notices every little reaction, every twitch and every shuddering breath Jeongguk makes with his mouth.
It has him squeezing his waist to his belly.
Jeongguk heavily pants when another digit is added, usually able to take two instead of three by himself. The pain is subsided when he realizes Taehyung is searching for something. He chokes on his salvia, gasping and whining into his arm when he eventually finds his sweet spot. "Ah, found it." Taehyung chuckles under a grin, continuously hitting that same spot over and over again.
Jeongguk trembles, his legs wobbling as he finally comes undone, finding it not being as pleasurable as he'd like. Taehyung who finally pulls out until he's stretched enough bends him over until he's facing the surface of the mirror. "Think you can take it?" Taehyung raises a brow.
Jeongguk rolls his eyes, glancing from behind as he swallows his own salvia. "I've seen bigger." He lies through his teeth, finding it difficult to keep his pride at bay.
"Is that so?"
Jeongguk wants to take back what he said, shuddering at the tip nudging at his rim, and finally shoving three inches in before Jeongguk's gripping anything he's able to get his hands on. "Crying already, baby? I'm not even close." Jeongguk sobs even harder at the realization, the pain being the only thing he can focus on.
Taehyung leans down to lazily mouth at his neck, biting and tugging on the flesh with his teeth. He furrows his own brows and comes to rest his hands on his hips, his breath irregular and mind unable to catch up with the wavering pleasure coursing through his entire body.
He continues to push until he's unable to, finally pulling out until it's just the tip before slamming back in until he's groaning in his ear. Jeongguk gasps, mouth agape and eyes hazed. He looks up, feeling his hot breath hit the mirror.
"God, you're so tight." Taehyung grunts into the crook of his neck, fixated on how pleasuring his cock continues to slide against his tight walls. "Taking me so well, baby." Jeongguk curls his fists from all the praising, preening in delight from how deep and well he's taking it, feeling his own breath being punched out of him.
Taehyung's hand comes to rest at the base of his neck, given a firm squeeze until he's gasping for air. He lets up but doesn't let go, forcing his head up to look at him instead. "All ruined." Taehyung muses, "How shaming." he says with a mean grin, giving another firm knead to his neck.
Jeongguk chokes on his own salvia, feeling a new batch of tears building in the corners of his eyes. "Would give it up to a guy you don't even know?" Taehyung tsk's under his breath, "How shameful babe." Jeongguk wants to shake his head, to deny that crude statement. "Y-you, only y-you," He manages to choke out, derailed of any other thoughts not him.
"I know." Jeongguk's yanked back down, the hand previously from before coming to rest at the back of his neck. He splutters from the mere gesture, finding those same lazy thrusts becoming eager and more rougher, presumably searching for that same sweet spot until a drawn out moan wafts in the air, hitting that same spot over and over again.
"Can he fuck you like this?" Taehyung almost growls out, seemingly still upset over the whole ordeal. He emphasizes his anger with his thrusts, sliding his other hand up Jeongguk's shirt until he's circling around his nipples, roughly tugging and squeezing the bud with his nails.
Jeongguk who rapidly shakes his head hisses and shrieks from the not-so gentle action, completely dumbfounded and aroused to see him still not over it. "Thought so." Taehyung scowls, something dark and possessive rearing in his head. With his head still held high, he continues to severely shove his cock into the younger who whines in return.
He slides his hand back down to his waist, reeling in the skin-to-skin contact. "Close," He grunts through clamped teeth, feeling his own orgasm building and filling his senses completely. Jeongguk bites down on his bottom lip, swiping his tongue before coming again, this time being more mind wrecking than before.
Taehyung lazily mouths at his neck, his thrusts becoming sluggish and more lazy. "Taehyung—" Jeongguk shakily says, his own hands coming to rest against the edges of the counter, stabling himself from the discomfort of his trembling legs.
"Did so well—baby," Taehyung pauses for a brief moment to haul one of Jeongguk's legs up, angling him until he's even deeper, shuddering when he pulls out until it's just the tip before abruptly slamming back in. He continues to chase it until he can taste it, feel the bubbling sensation coiling in the pit of his own stomach.
"Taehyung—taehyungie-" He groans, a sense of pride wafting over him seeing how ruined Jeongguk looks, barely even acknowledging the warm liquid filling him up completely.
Taehyung sighs when his orgasm finally seizes to an end, thrusting a few more times before pulling out to gather his shedded clothes sprawled out on the ground, disregarding the white dribbling down his cock. He briefly takes in a moment to breathe before glancing back into the mirror to see Jeongguk gathering his own undergarments, trembling to keep a firm stance.
"Asshole, was that really necessary?" Jeongguk croaks out and points out at the come dribbling down his inner thighs and all Taehyung can think about is how mouthy he is despite it all.
"Why? Was your face an option?" He retorts, laughing at how flushed Jeongguk looks afterwards.
"Asshole."
Jeongguk spits, tugging his own trousers on before facing the mirror, mortified to see his own reflection. He looks a complete mess, his makeup practically smeared off and evident tear stains under his eyes, maybe even than before. "You're still stunning." Taehyung declares from where he's leaned against the door frame.
"You're still here?"
"How cruel of you." Taehyung says, clutching at his own heart with a look of defeat. Jeongguk rolls his eyes, biting down the urge to smile at his silly antics. "If it isn't an issue for you..." And Jeongguk can almost guess what he's about to ask, the look on his face giving it away.
"Friday. Seven PM. I'll text you my address."
“Sweet.”
"Think Jimin's gonna be upset about the cake?"
“Off the rails.”