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Jeongguk is convinced that he’s doomed to be alone forever.
Well, at least romantically.
He’s never had a good track record for relationships, just small ones at the beginning of high school. Barely talking to each other, shyly holding hands after an hour of debating whether to just go for it. A few pecks here and there, his boyfriends treating him more like a friend than anything.
He did have one boyfriend who wanted to move further than cutesy pecks, but Jeongguk had an allergy attack from the dumb cologne the guy wore, plus the fragrant tree hanging in the car to mask the scent of weed. He had to pop a Benedryl because his nose kept running and tongue got swollen, effectively killing the mood.
Jeongguk thought college might be different, that it’d be the time to get a real boyfriend. People are more mature, adults all crowded in dorms and apartments.
Yet everyone seems to just want one-night stands. Quick and hurried hookups in back rooms, too overworked by insane assignments and the unsteadiness of their future squashing the thought of a relationship.
Which is why it’s so, so hard for little ‘ole romantic Jeongguk to even attempt dating. Besides for his little crush on his roommate and best friend, there’s barely been any action going on in his heart.
But after listening to Namjoon’s advice, he’d put himself out there. Forewent his sulking about Taehyung hanging out with some flirty guy on their floor, and decided to try and take his mind off of the mild heartbreak. A week ago, he’d went to a party and had a makeout session with a guy in a bathroom. It wasn’t anything special, but Geonwu seemed charismatic and popular (according to Hoseok—whatever popularity means in college, Jeongguk doesn’t know) so it was fine.
Jeongguk assumed it was okay enough when the guy gave him his number, said that they should meet up for coffee the next week. It lifted his spirits, made his confidence boost up a smidge. Enough to text the guy throughout the week, saying a quick hello during their lecture together.
Things seemed to quickly go to shit though when Jeongguk walked over to Geonwu’s table to ask about when to meet up for their date. None of the guys noticed his presence, or they were just being plain mean when Geonwu said “yeah, he’s hot but too shy and a terrible kisser. I thought with all those muscles he was gonna be all dom. But what do I get? A fucking whimpery bitch.”
Jeongguk stood there with the blood draining out of his face, a mouth parted in shock. The guy was texting him all week, flirting and being sweet. Taehyung had warned him to be careful, that Geonwu was a notorious asshole. Nevertheless, Jeongguk was ever the romantic and had to at least give the guy a chance.
“And he wants to go on a coffee date with me, how cute is that?” Geonwu says, voice laced with saccharine pity.
“You’re just gonna lead him on until he dicks you down?” His friend asks as the others laugh.
“Mhm, you know the drill.”
Once Jeongguk hears the confirmation from Geonwu’s lips, he spins around and power walks away, trying to fight off tears.
He can’t believe that he actually thought someone finally liked him enough to go on a date. Taehyung was right, these guys are assholes.
He should have just stuck to pining after his best friend and wallowing in self-pity. At least he doesn’t get humiliated for that, Taehyung being blissfully unaware of the huge crush that Jeongguk has on him.
Jeongguk walks back to their shared apartment with a rain cloud over his head, shoulders drooped and a frown on his face. He jumps in the shower and takes his time basking in the warm water before throwing on some sweats and heading for the kitchen, stomach grumbling from skipping breakfast.
He walks out into the main area of the apartment to see Taehyung sat on the couch watching a youtube video, dark curls sticking up as if he’d just taken a nap. His head snaps over when Jeongguk sighs and collapses on the couch beside him, puffy eyes staring back.
“Was that an ‘I’m tired’ sigh or a ‘something bad happened’ sigh?” Taehyung asks, finger hitting the space bar as the noise from his computer stops.
Jeongguk doesn’t even bother to be self-conscious of his lack of shirt, just tucks his knees to his chest and takes a deep breath. “Both,” Jeongguk answers after a few moments. “Weren’t you supposed to be in a lecture?”
“It got moved,” Taehyung says, closing his laptop and setting it on the coffee table. His eyes are kind as they search Jeongguk’s face, body turning to face him. A large hand comes up to run through Jeongguk’s wet hair, moving a lock that was dripping in front of his eye.
“You wanna tell me about what happened?” Taehyung asks softly, voice deep and soothing.
Jeongguk feels embarrassment with a hint of shame running through him, the lump that was in his throat earlier crawling up. He tries to swallow it, a loud gulp resounding between them.
“I— uhm. Do you remember Geonwu?” Jeongguk asks, turning his head to face his best friend.
Taehyung nods, hand moving down to rest on Jeongguk's bare shoulder. The heat of his hand grounds Jeongguk, wide palm placed on his damp collarbone. “Yeah, snarky dickhead with the pretty face and blue hair. What about him?”
“You know how we were gonna go on a date?”
Taehyung smiles at the question, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“I didn’t know that, but good for you.”
Jeongguk gnaws on his bottom lip, wanting to just curl up in his bed and forget about the whole thing. Still, he should really tell Taehyung what happened, even if it’s embarrassing. He won’t judge him, hopefully.
“That’s what I thought too. But, uhm. We just made out a bit in the bathroom before I left, and he asked for my number.” Jeongguk ducks his head, not wanting Taehyung to see his shining eyes.
They have a thing, where if one is crying the other joins in. Something about hurting when the other is sad. It usually happens during exams and they end up using ice-cream therapy and trashy television to stop the tears.
“I thought that he liked me because we were texting a bit and set up a coffee date. But, uhm, I o-overheard him talking with his friends earlier, saying that I was a tuh-terrible kisser and too shy for him.”
It shouldn’t surprise him, but Jeongguk still squeals a bit when Taehyung throws his arms around him, tugging him into a hug. Jeongguk lets his knees drop down so that Taehyung can embrace him fully, pale hands finding purchase on his roommate’s shoulders. The hoodie Taehyung wears sticks to Jeongguk’s damp chest, the soft cotton soaking up the moisture.
“I’m so sorry Gukkie, you don’t deserve that asshole’s bullshit,” Taehyung says into Jeongguk’s neck, lips brushing against the flushed skin. Even after their two years of friendship and rooming together, he’ll never get used to Taehyung’s touchiness. Not in a bad way, of course. It just makes his heart race. “You’re not too shy, and I bet you’re a great kisser.”
Jeongguk splutters at the contact, gulping before replying with, “It-It’s okay, Taehyungie-hyung. I know I’m not that experienced with kissing and stuff.”
“But still, he had no right to be rude about it. Especially if he’s leading you on over text.”
Jeongguk shifts to return the hug, arms wrapping around his best friend’s back. His chin brushes Taehyung’s ear, hands gripping his hoodie like a lifeline. “That’s not what I’m sad about, though. I wasn’t really attached to him. It’s just—”
Jeongguk cuts himself off when Taehyung pulls back, his face close enough to feel his minty breath fanning over Jeongguk's lips.
“I wish I knew what I did wrong, you know?”
Jeongguk ignores his pounding heart to stare at Taehyung’s glowing face, the fairy lights taped up around the apartment casting a golden shine on his cheeks.
One of the first things they did together as roommates was a trip to Target after collectively agreeing that the overhead lights were shit . Bright white and flickering, it made the small apartment seem like a shitty motel room. Taehyung had dragged him to get new lights and filled Jeongguk’s awkward silence by talking the whole time, an arm around his shoulders as they picked out a few packs of Christmas lights. Many rolls of adhesive gum tape and many hours later, they’d broken the ice and christened their little apartment.
Much has changed since then, but the lights have stayed the same, casting a warm glow around the apartment.
Taehyung starts again, “I’m sure you didn’t do anything wrong—”
“Okay, but- Hyung. The way that he said it made it seem so real , and now what happens if I kiss someone and they think I’m weird?” Jeongguk asks, worried that he might embarrass himself in the future.
He’s always hated to be bad at something, the need to be good just running in his DNA.
“I just— fuck. It hurt my confidence a lot.”
“Jeon Jeongguk not having confidence in something is very off-brand. I thought I got the shyness out of you once we showered together on orientation day.”
Jeongguk blushes. “I know, I- I wanna fix that.”
A long pause settles over them, Jeongguk deflating as Taehyung averts his eyes, comfortable silence growing uncomfortable as he gnaws on his bottom lip.
“Well, why don’t I see?” Taehyung asks tentatively, voice unsure.
He doesn’t understand. How would he do that? By kissing him?
“Huh?” Jeongguk asks as he blinks owlishly, head slightly tilting to the side. His hands loosen their grip on Taehyung’s hoodie as he pulls back a bit, the other looking down shyly.
“Uhm... We can kiss and then I’ll give you constructive criticism if that’s okay?” Taehyung says softly. “You Virgos love some constructive feedback.”
Jeongguk feels his heart pick up in his chest at the offer. The thought of kissing the lips just in front of his face is overwhelming. A little voice in his head screams at him to say yes, that it’s what he’s wanted since they met, but Geonwu’s words still echo in his mind, making him shrink a bit into himself.
If he says yes, will Taehyung hate it? And think he’s bad? That’d be really awkward, because as his best friend he can’t lie to Jeongguk. The harsh truth might crush his spirit and break his heart all in one go.
“I-I mean yeah, why not?” Jeongguk tries to say calmly but his voice fails him, cracking like a pubescent teenager.
“You sure? It doesn’t have to be anything more than a favor if you don’t want it to,” Taehyung asks. He reaches a hand up to cup Jeongguk’s cheek, thumb rubbing warm circles.
“I’m sure, as long as you are.”
Taehyung’s gaze wanders down to his lips, Jeongguk gulping, realizing how close they are to one another. He can see all the moles and freckles on his roommate’s face, scattered across his cheeks like stars. Jeongguk’s breath stutters when Taehyung looks back up at him, swiping his tongue to wet his bottom lip.
“Wait, right now?” he asks, shocked as his toes curl.
Taehyung laughs, squeezing the meat of Jeongguk’s cheek between his fingers before letting his hand drop.
“Yes, silly. You want to set a date for it to happen?” he says, a cheeky grin appearing on his face when Jeongguk’s ears heat up. “You’d freak out and overanalyze if we waited.”
“Sorry, sorry. I guess you’re right,” Jeongguk agrees. He takes a deep breath, the nerves kicking in.
Taehyung, his lovely best friend, is going to kiss him. Jeongguk might have always imagined it being under different circumstances, like after a confession or on a particularly drunken night, but he’ll take what he can get.
“If you don’t want to do it right now or wait, I’m more than happy-”
“No, it’s okay,” Jeongguk interrupts. He wants to do this now, has been waiting too long to feel Taehyung’s lips on his.
“I just don’t want you to feel pressured—”
“—Taehyungie-hyung.”
This man, swear to god. Now, who’s freaking out and overanalyzing?
“You can literally ask me any day—”
“It’s fine .”
Taehyung’s eyes are all over the place, concerned as his pretty mouth keeps moving. Jeongguk appreciates the care for his comfort, but he really just wants to fucking kiss him.
“—But what if I push you too far- Mph! ”
Jeongguk pulls Taehyung in by his hoodie and presses a kiss right to the center of his mouth. Short and firm, though it gets the point across. He leans back to gauge Taehyung’s reaction, his gaze having softened, less freaked out.
Heart hammering, he says airily, “Just kiss me.” Jeongguk’s breath fans out over Taehyung’s lips, his own tingling from the pressure. “I promise I’ll say something if I get uncomfortable.”
Taehyung nods, dark curls tickling Jeongguk’s nose. The heat, the pure bliss that spreads through the muscles in his legs, the twitching of his right pinky. It’s the anticipation, the hint of Taehyung’s toothpaste that hits his tongue after he licks his lips. The way Taehyung’s long lashes fan out over his cheeks when he looks down, warm palm cupping the back of Jeongguk’s nape.
He doesn’t hesitate, their mouths sliding together into an effortless kiss, Jeongguk’s eyes fluttering shut as he sighs into it. The warm and tingling feeling spreads as Taehyung’s tongue brushes against his bottom lip, teasing yet shy, Jeongguk’s lips parting to let it slip into his mouth, a bursting of heat expanding in his chest, spreading down to his groin as their tongues press against another, equally eager. He tries his best to match Taehyung’s skilled movements, letting him lead the kiss as he follows, the hand on the back of his neck guiding the pressure.
Jeongguk knows he doesn’t have that much experience, but he never thought kissing could feel like this. Like pure ecstasy, their mouths moving rhythmically and together, Taehyung’s hand pulling his neck closer, their noses brushing as Jeongguk’s hands fist the fabric of Taehyung’s hoodie, sharp and shuddering inhales between the wet noises of their lips catching.
He’s unsure how much time passes, completely encaptured with Taehyung’s mouth on his, so sticky and wet, teeth gently nipping at his bottom lip.
It’s everything and more than he could even imagine, more than he’s ever dreamed of. No fantasy could compare to the feeling of Taehyung’s tongue swirling in his mouth, teeth clicking as they grow more eager. A low hum rattles in Taehyung’s throat, the vibrations sending another wave of heat down his stomach.
Jeongguk pulls his hoodie roughly, to the point that they both topple backward, his bare back hitting the couch as he drags Taehyung down with him, mouths detaching with a slew of embarrassed giggles.
“Sorry- Didn’t mean to do that,” Jeongguk says with burning cheeks.
He truly didn’t mean to pull them down, but he doesn’t mind their new position.
Jeongguk squirms under Taehyung’s heated gaze, the way that he cages Jeongguk in with his body, a thigh slotted between his legs.
“Wanna keep going?” Taehyung asks. Uses the hand that’s free to hold Jeongguk’s waist, wide thumb pressing into a fleshy part of his abdomen that sends his hips kicking forward, crotch brushing against Taehyung’s thigh.
“Yeah,” he breathes. Brings a hand up to pull Taehyung’s curls out of his eyes, unable to hide the fondness as he takes in his best friend’s flushed appearance. “So, am I doing well?”
“Geonwu is either a liar or has a terrible sense of what a good kiss involves, because fuck . You’re great- you have no reason to worry. None at all.”
The words come out as breathless, a confession of something giddy. Like he’s telling Jeoongguk that he snuck a puppy into their apartment, or that he found out something interesting and is dying to tell him. His eyes are smiling, and it makes Jeongguk beam. Shy yet blinding with his teeth peeking out.
“Not even me pulling you down?”
“Not even that,” Taehyung says, leaning down to kiss the mole on Jeongguk’s neck, like it’s a common thing to do. Does it with such a lack of hesitation and comfortable nature that Jeongguk barely registers the press of lips, his breath catching in his throat when he comprehends the touch.
“You’re just eager, but that makes it better. So much better.”
The words punch Jeongguk in the gut, spit-slick lips parting. Is it that obvious to Taehyung, how badly he wants him? It should scare him, make him cover the pure want that seeps from his expression.
But he doesn’t hide it, doesn’t want to. Feels too good being under his best friend, wide palm embracing his bare waist. So he reaches a hand up to brush his thumb over Taehyung’s bottom lip, staring up half-lidded doe eyes.
“Yeah, it’s nice when you know how bad someone wants you. Makes it that much hotter.”
Taehyung takes a shuddering breath, nose brushing against his when he leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Do you want me, Gukkie?” he asks quietly, eyes innocent.The way he says it is too soft for the words orthe underlying meaning behind them.
And yes, of course Jeongguk wants him. Wants him all the time, only having resorted to Geonwu to try and distract himself. To divert his attention from Taehyung, who had been crushing all of his hope of ever getting to be with him. Not after spending so much time with pretty Jimin down the hall, the soft tinkling of their laughter flowing through the walls.
The pounding of his heart increases at the question, so, he deflects.
“Don’t take an innocent nickname and make it dirty, hyung.”
“Well, what should I call you then? Jeongguk? Baby?”
Jeongguk ignores the way he melts at the pet name, shaking his head with a pout.
“Jeongguk is too formal, don’t be a dick.”
Taehyung pinches his waist, Jeongguk jerking at the sensation.
“You’re trying to change the subject,” Taehyung notes, a small smile on his lips. “Do you want me?”
Jeongguk shifts from underneath him, gulping audibly. Taehyung asked so nicely, so comfortable. Casual like he’s asking if he wants a cup of tea. Like its simple for him to answer, as if there’s no meaning behind it.
“Yeah, of course I do,” he answers honestly, heart on his sleeve.
Jeongguk half expects Taehyung to pull back, laugh at the seriousness of his answer. Maybe tap under his chin, call him cute and move on.
But he just takes a stuttering inhale, moves in to press a lingering kiss to Jeongguk’s lips, pulling back to stare into his eyes with a look of tenderness.
“I want you too.”
Jeongguk feels like an electrical current has spread through his nervous system, shuddering as Taehyung’s lips slide against his again, this time passionate and so so encapturing, like he’s trying to savor every last bit of their touch. He gasps into it, hands framing Taehyung’s face, sliding up to grip his hair, pulling him in closer and deeper, their tongues desperate and searching.
Hypersensitive and melting under Taehyung’s touch, Jeongguk finds it hard to hold his moans back. The weight of Taehyung’s thigh on his cock, warm hands moving over his bare chest and brushing his hardened nipples.
The ticklish part under Jeongguk’s ribs gets brushed by Taehyung’s pretty fingernails, teasing as Jeongguk writhes under the sensation, pulling back with a hiss.
That doesn’t deter Taehyung though, trailing his lips down Jeongguk’s neck, dipping his tongue into his bare collarbone. Moves up to suck the skin of his neck between his teeth, the sensation new and slightly painful but it makes Jeongguk’s eyes roll in the back of his head, cock twitching in his sweats.
“What’re you doing?” Jeongguk slurs out, the tongue licking over the sore spot distracting him from forming coherent words.
“You’ve never gotten a hickey?” Taehyung asks, popping his head up with inquisitive eyes.
Jeongguk shakes his head, gnawing at his swollen bottom lip. He’s never gotten far enough with someone to get one, only having sloppy make-outs with Geonwu and another guy during the summer after graduating high school. Nothing enough to write home about, just a bit of fooling around. No hickeys left on his neck, just flushed cheeks and bruised lips that wore off by the time he saw another person.
“Well, now you get to show it off,” Taehyung comments, nose brushing his cheek. “Let people see that you’re all marked up by someone else. Marked by me.”
Arousal tears through his body, pooling at his abdomen, muscles tensing as he grips Taehyung’s hair, guiding him into a bruising kiss.
And shit, he thought Taehyung was a good kisser before. But that was soft compared to this, Taehyung downright fucking his tongue into his mouth, the two letting out twin moans when Jeongguk’s hips grind up, giving them both the friction they wanted, needed. His neck is sore from the bruise Taehyung created and it only makes him grow more urgent, buzzing with energy.
Jeongguk slides his hands down from their grasp in his dark curls, one hand pulling Taehyung’s hips down, the other gliding up his back underneath his hoodie, reveling in the feeling of the warm skin under his palm.
He should be mindful of the fact that he’s turned on, grinding against his best friend’s thigh. That things might change between them. But judging by the groan Taehyung lets out when Jeongguk palms him over the fabric of his sweats, fingers encasing around the wide girth, he likes it just as much as him. Feels the same pull, the same heat.
Doing what he likes done to himself, Jeongguk thumbs over the head, lightly squeezing as Taehyung’s thigh presses down. He lets out a whimper when Taehyung sucks on his tongue, the noise loud in the quiet apartment.
Taehyung pulls back with a curse, and the dark look that Jeongguk’s met with when his eyes flutter open is deadly. It’s an expression he’s never seen on Taehyung’s face, looking like a predator ready to pounce, a spark flickering in his hooded eyes.
“You really want me?”
“Gonna need more context, Hyung,” Jeongguk says between breaths, voice airy.
“You want me to fuck you?” Taehyung asks, this time quieter. It sounds lewd, the way he phrases it, but hedoesn’t do anything to make Jeongguk uncomfortable, who nods with a hum.
“Yeah, and also date me— But I’ll take what I can get.”
It’s so easy, almost too easy, as the words spill from Jeongguk’s lips. He doesn’t regret it, not at all. The confession is all worth it when a look of surprise melts into one of glee, a lopsided smile growing on Taehyung’s face, fondness dripping from his eyes like honey. The duality from a few moments earlier is startling, but they take it in stride, ignoring the position they’re in, where their hands are placed.
“Why not both?” Taehyung asks, tilting his head a bit, the twinkling fairy lights above him giving a slight halo effect.
It leaves Jeongguk breathless, moving his hands to cup Taehyung’s face, guiding him into a sweet kiss.
“Sounds good to me,” he murmurs into his lips, fingers sliding up to card through the dark curls tickling his nose. He’s always been attracted to Taehyung; been in awe of his looks ever since they met on orientation day, so flustered that Taehyung had thought he was sunburnt, unaware that Jeongguk was blushing and didn’t need aloe vera for his face.
All of that pales in comparison to the beauty of Taehyung’s face this close, this wanting expression with a hint of a smile on his lips. Makes Jeongguk fall that much harder for him, the impact punching him in the chest.
“My room or yours?”
Jeongguk doesn’t even have to think about it. He wants to be surrounded by Taehyung in every way, taken apart on the soft sheets that he sleeps on, smell the lingering smoke of his pine candle, encompassed by the energy of his space.
So he answers as such, Taehyung tugging him up from the couch with strong hands around his outstretched wrist.
There’s no grace in their movements, the pair stumbling with wandering hands and nervous giggles. Taehyung kisses him through the hallway and accidentally bumps into the doorframe with his shoulder, almost biting Jeongguk’s tongue off in the process.
“Sorry— Fuck , that hurt,” Taehyung hisses as Jeongguk punches his arm, only adding to his pain.
“Hurt me too, dickhead.”
They slip into familiar banter as Taehyung walks them back into his room, sitting beside another on the cozy bed, heads close but not touching, Jeongguk’s eyes glued to heart-shaped lips.
“You’re not gonna get an allergy attack on me, are ‘ya?” Taehyung teases with shoulder nudge, a small smirk on his lips.
Jeongguk pulls an angry face, shoving his shoulder back before swinging a leg over Taehyung’s legs, rough hands gripping dark curls in defiance, body shuffling to settle on his lap.
“I told you that in confidence, you’re so mean,” he whines, Taehyung placing a wet kiss to his bare chest, arms wrapping around his waist and hugging him closer.
“And you’re so beautiful.”
Oh, Jeongguk was not prepared for that.
A shudder makes its way through his body, goosebumps appearing on his skin as his breath catches, hands gripping Taehyung’s hair like a lifeline. He gazes down at the fond eyes that stare back at him, drinking in the sensation of being held so dear, like Taehyung never wants to let go.
“Stop being cheesy, gets me all tingly and shit,” Jeongguk breathes out after a moment, the last part coming out like a whisper, distracted by the way Taehyung’s tongue swipes over his bottom lip.
“Can’t help it,” Taehyung murmurs before their lips meld into an open-mouthed kiss.
The noises of their lips catching and sharp breaths fill the bedroom, quickly becoming desperate, Jeongguk's hips falling into a needy pace, grinding down into Taehyung’s hardening cock.
Jeongguk tugs at the collar of Taehyung’s hoodie, wanting to feel the warm skin under his fingertips, see his golden body in all it’s glory. They break apart so that he can pull it over his head, Taehyung throwing the garment aside with his hair all messed up. He looks like pure sex, and Jeongguk wants to be ruined by him.
It’s like a switch flips. Jeongguk, too, flips; Taehyung manhandles him off of his lap to rest against the sheets, drying hair fanning out over the pillows as he settles between Jeongguk’s legs. Long fingers hook his waistband, Taehyung’s eyes questioning before Jeongguk nods, his sweats pulling off with the lift of his hips. He didn’t put on any boxers after getting out of the shower, and he definitely doesn’t regret it, seeing Taehyung’s pleased reaction.
Jeongguk has never had eyes on his naked form in a sexual context, never been so stripped down for someone to take in. Yet he feels relaxed and comfortable as Taehyung’s hands wander his body, sliding up his thighs and to his stomach, tracing the planes of his muscles before stopping at his chest, thumbs brushing over his nipples. His hips kick at the sensation, cock twitching as an airy moan escapes his lips.
“Oh?”
Oh is right. Jeongguk had no idea he’d like that so much.
Taehyung tries it again, this time pinching them between his fingers, heat coursing through Jeongguk’s body as a whimper sounds through his nose.
“Never ‘woulda thought,” Taehyung breathes, moving away momentarily to take off his own sweats, hard cock slapping against his soft stomach from the fast motion.
“Me neither...” Jeongguk trails off, having a strong urge to wrap his hand around the length. He’s never touched anyone so intimately before, fingers slightly shaking as he reaches out to touch, Taehyung shifting to move between his legs again.
It doesn’t feel too foreign, the same motions he does to himself, just from a different angle. Taehyung’s cock is the same thickness of his own, Jeongguk only noticing how it’s definitely longer as it presses against his.
He gulps at the thought of it inside him. Yeah sure, he likes to finger himself whenever he’s in the mood and Taehyung’s out of the apartment, but he’s never put more than three fingers. The prep for this is gonna be a bitch , especially for his virgin ass. He’ll be lucky if he doesn’t cum before Taehyung bottoms out.
“You said you’d tell me if you were uncomfortable,” Taehyung says softly, eyes concerned as he cups Jeongguk’s face, thumbs rubbing circles on his skin.
“‘M not uncomfortable, just nervous. Don’t- don’t say we can do this another time. I wanna do this now.”
“It’s just me, Gukkie. You can stop me at any time if you feel overwhelmed-”
“-I know, I know. I’m just— Hyung , you forget this is my first time. And well, you’re big.” Taehyung’s lips part in realization, Jeongguk’s cheeks burning red. “That’s all, really.”
He’s shocked as Taehyung suddenly gets up from the bed, walking over to his dresser, stark naked as he rummages through a stack of records.
“What are you doing?” Jeongguk asks as he tucks his knees in, trying to cover himself up as he watches Taehyung pull out a record.
“It’s your first time and you deserve the romance, and since you wanna do this now I’ve gotta improvise.”
This man is absurd, and Jeongguk is so in love.
“ Taehyung , you don’t have to do that. Just being with you is special enough—come back here,” he whines as soft jazz music softly flows through the room, rolling his eyes at the choice. He should have known.
“Shush, gimme a second. Want you to look back at this as more than a spontaneous fuck,” Taehyung says as he grabs a lighter, flicking it as he holds a candle up to the flame.
“You’re ridiculous,” Jeongguk sighs, a fond smile growing on his lips.
He has to admit, the mood feels more relaxed as Taehyung makes his way back over to the bed, nervous jitters now having disappeared, replaced by electricity as long fingers pry his legs apart.
“There we go, romance isn’t dead after all,” Taehyung jokes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before leaning over, grabbing a bottle of lube off his bedside table.
“Is that always there?” Jeongguk asks, wondering if he’d just not noticed all those times he’s spent in Taehyung’s room, studying or playing video-games when they’re feeling too lazy to move to the living area.
“Nope, just took advantage of my lecture being canceled.”
And fuck, the image of Taehyung getting off just a few hours earlier is one that comes easy to him, the reference of his bare body right in front of his eyes.
“That’s hot,” Jeongguk says bluntly as Taehyung pours the lube onto his fingers, clicking the cap shut.
He jolts when he feels pressure around his rim, fingers rubbing against his hole to get him used to the sensation. Taehyung distracts him by leaning down and guiding him into a wet kiss, tongues sliding together with ease. He loses himself in the feeling, barely registering it when Taehyung’s finger breaches his hole, pushing in as he swallows Jeongguk’s moan, crooking his finger just the way he likes it.
“You alright?” Taehyung asks after a minute, Jeongguk getting used to the long digit tracing his walls.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Fuck— Just don’t stop, add another.”
Taehyung takes his time with it, slowly pumping his fingers as he sucks more bruises into Jeongguk’s neck.
It feels unlike anything he’s felt before, the fact that it’s someone else, that it’s Taehyung who’s working him open gets his cock twitching, grinding back into his fingers with soft moans spilling from his lips.
He’s practically trembling by the time that Taehyung’s fourth finger slides along with the others, a slick sheen of sweat coating his figure, nipples overstimulated and chest heaving. The soft jazz record is completely ignored, Jeongguk’s whines covering the music, loud as Taehyung stretches him open.
“I might not — ngh- last if you don’t hurry,” Jeongguk pants out between moans, hands grasping at Taehyung’s shoulders.
“I probably won’t either, don’t worry,” Taehyung replies, voice raspy, dark tone.
Jeongguk feels a few more thrusts before the fingers disappear from his hole, feeling empty as he watches Taehyung rummage through the drawer by his bedside table, pulling out a condom with sticky fingers.
He doesn’t even care to think about the impending loss of his virginity, focused on getting Taehyung’s cock in him as soon as possible.
Jeongguk brushes the sweaty locks out of his eyes as Taehyung rolls the condom on, legs moving to wrap around his midsection. He lifts Jeongguk’s hips up and tucks a pillow underneath his lower back, propping him up.
“C’mon, Hyung. ‘M dying out here,” Jeongguk teases, the humor in his face disappearing as Taehyung presses the head of his cock to his hole, pushing in at a slow pace. “ Shit— This is gonna hurt.”
“Sorry, tell me if it’s too much and I can pull out,” Taehyung says, hissing when Jeongguk clenches around him.
Jeongguk’s fingers find purchase in Taehyung’s damp curls, eyes squeezed shut as he tries to relax his body, the sensation so, so different to fingers. There’s no way to prepare for the feeling of a huge cock splitting you open, not without a dildo (he should really invest in one).
It feels like an eternity before Taehyung finally bottoms out, pressing comforting kisses to his face, hips now flush to the back Jeongguk’s thighs.
“Just breathe, try and relax. It feels weird at first, I know, but you’ll get used to the sensation,” Taehyung murmurs into his lips.
“Move — Just move. I’ll loosen up over time, right?” Jeongguk questions, Taehyung reaching down to tug at his cock, distracting him from the fullness.
“Yeah, I’ll start off slow. Fuck, you’re tight.”
Jeongguk’s not gonna lie, it hurts like a bitch for the first few thrusts, but he’s so worked up from Taehyung’s skilled fingers that he stays hard throughout the pain, eventually melding into pleasure once his cock starts rubbing his prostate the right way.
And the pure arousal that runs through him when he does is astounding, eyes rolling back in his head as Taehyung picks up the pace, thick cock fucking into him with purpose, wide hands grasping Jeongguk’s waist to help guide his body back to him, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. Jeongguk can’t even form coherent words to tell Taehyung just how good he feels, tries to speak but only staccatoed moans flow from his lips, practically high off of the endorphins.
“Sound so good, fuck,” Taehyung growls into his ear, “Way better than my imagination.”
And wow does that send Jeongguk’s cock twitching, eyes fluttering shut. He agrees with Taehyung, no wet dream or fantasy can compare with real life, Taehyung cock fucking him open being a truly unique experience.
“Geonwu’s a fucking- idiot . You’re perfect- doing so well for me.”
Jeongguk pulls him into a messy kiss, Taehyung swallowing his noises and licking into his mouth, the saliva pooling in Jeongguk’s mouth making it downright filthy, strings of spit stretching between every pull of their lips.
He knew he wasn’t gonna last very long, but when Taehyung shifts his position a bit, cock hitting the right places, he knows he's a goner. Jeongguk’s jaw drops open with a silent cry, hips trying to grind back to meet his movements, hooded eyes staring back into Taehyung’s heavy gaze, the tension in his abdomen growing with every passing moment.
His head lolls on the pillow as Taehyung’s breath tickles his ear, thighs squeezing as he feels his orgasm creeping in, the pleasure finally pushing him over the edge, barely mustering up the energy to warn him before he’s cumming between their chests, clenching around Taehyung’s cock with a cry.
Taehyung’s hips continue to pound into him, fucking him through it before he stills with a load moan, hot breath tickling Jeongguk’s neck as he pants, both of their chests heaving.
Jeongguk’s head feels fuzzy, body limp as Taehyung pulls out, discarding the condom before collapsing beside him with a sigh.
They stay like that for a minute or so, soft jazz music and heavy breaths filling the silence.
“So…” Taehyung says, Jeongguk turning to face him. “Were you serious about the dating thing? Because I am.”
“Of course, Hyung,” Jeongguk replies, words slurring with exhaustion, body worn out and tired.
Taehyung’s mouth stretches into a dazed smile, moving his head to press a kiss to his arm. “‘M gonna romance the shit outta you, Jeon Jeongguk. Just you wait.”
Jeongguk smiles, something giddy rising in his chest. He reaches to grab Taehyung’s sweaty palm, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his hand, their fingers intertwined.
He thinks he's waited long enough.