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Taehyung stretches out on the bed, the most comfortable bed he’s felt in a long time. Or at least since the last time he spent the night at Jungkook’s place. They stayed up too late watching movies last night, their tenth date so far, and he spent the night in the guest room again. Part of him wanted to stay with Jungkook, just snuggle all night, but he didn’t want to risk the temptation because he wasn’t ready last night.
Now though, now he wishes he had stayed with Jungkook. Taehyung didn’t bring pajamas, and the silk sheets feel cool against his skin. And it’s making his morning wood that much harder.
He knows Jungkook will be up for anything, so Taehyung pulls the sheet off the bed to wrap it around his hips, heading out to see where Jungkook is. He heads for the kitchen, following the smell of cooking food and gets lucky.
Jungkook stands at the stove wearing just pajama pants, and Taehyung’s pretty sure he’s flipping pancakes. He stands still for a moment, soaking in the view, before walking across the kitchen and wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s waist. The sheet slips a bit, but it doesn’t matter.
“Morning, babe.” Jungkook pats his arm while still cooking, at least Taehyung assumes since his face is buried in Jungkook’s back. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah.” The word’s muffled, so Taehyung turns his head to the side to ask, “Regular pancakes or something fancy?”
“Chocolate chip, something sweet for my sweetie,” Jungkook tells him, and Taehyung snorts. “What, you don’t think you’re sweet?”
“I think you’re a little biased,” Taehyung admits while grabbing at the sheet so he can walk to the table. Something catches on the sheet, and he turns back to see Jungkook grabbed it. “That’s my sheet.”
“No, it’s my sheet,” Jungkook corrects him, wiggling his eyebrows. Deciding to be brave, Taehyung lets the sheet drop and walks the rest of the way to the table naked. He considers for a moment if it’s wrong to sit on the fabric seats naked, but he figures Jungkook can afford to get them cleaned if he wants to.
“Someone’s feeling brave.” Taehyung looks up to see Jungkook smiling at him. “You trying to tell me something, babe?”
Taehyung shrugs. “I like silk sheets, and they made me regret spending the night alone,” he admits.
Jungkook turns the stove off, pulling the pan to the side and dumping the pancake onto a plate already full of pancakes. “What do you want, babe?” He heads over to the table and looms over Taehyung in his chair, looking him up and down, noticeably staring when he sees Taehyung’s hard dick against his stomach.
“I don’t know,” Taehyung admits, fighting his instinct to curl up and cover himself. “I think I want to be with you, but it’s been a long time, so I don’t know what exactly I want to do.”
Jungkook immediately softens, shifting to crouch in front of Taehyung instead of standing over him. “We can start slow, like we’ve never done anything before. Awkward hand jobs and fumbling under the sheets, then we can move on to blow jobs when you’re ready. And everything else after that will be as slow as you want.”
Hearing that makes him feel so much better, and Taehyung shifts around in his chair to better put his body on display. He can feel Jungkook’s eyes all over his groin, cock and balls and a little further down too. He blushes but doesn’t back down. “Maybe you could watch me?” Taehyung can’t believe those words just left his mouth, but he meant it.
Jungkook’s hands come up to grab his ankles, thumbs rubbing over sensitive skin. “I can watch you all day long, Tae-babe, anything you want to show me.”
Taking a deep breath, Taehyung wraps a hand around his dick and strokes a few times, wishing he had lube. He keeps stroking himself, the pleasure building especially with Jungkook’s eyes on him. It gets high enough his toes curls against the edge of the seat. That’s when Jungkook starts talking to him, adding to the experience.
“You’re beautiful, babe. You must hear it all the time, and I need to tell you more often. When your nose gets all wrinkled when you’re studying for a class, when you smile. But now, with your dick in your hand, all spread out on my chair, you’re fucking gorgeous.
“Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Jungkook continues, and Taehyung moans, back arching off the chair as his orgasm gets closer. “Pale skin that I can’t wait to mark up when you’re ready for me, show everyone you’re mine. Hard cock that’s going to fuck me good, and a pretty little hole that’s gonna be so tight for me. Can’t fucking wait.”
Taehyung gets tighter and tighter with each word because he can picture everything, all of it. He can see Jungkook jacking him off or giving him a blow job. He can imagine getting fucked as soon as he’s ready for it. And he can only imagine getting the chance to fuck Jungkook. It’s that picture, the idea of Jungkook’s ass tight around him, and that’s what tips him over the edge.
He cums with a shout, hand tightening on his cock, as he paints his stomach. His eyes close as he hits the peak of pleasure, shaking through it all. When it ends, he opens his eyes to see Jungkook staring at him, but only one hand is still on his ankle. He frowns, nodding at his empty ankle, curious about why, and Jungkook laughs at him.
“You expected me to watch that little show without getting off myself?” Jungkook snorts, standing up while pulling his hand out of his pants, cum marks still covering his fingers. “No one’s that strong, Tae-babe.”
He watches Jungkook grab a dishcloth from the kitchen to clean off his hand then comes back to clean off Taehyung’s stomach. He hisses with sensitivity when Jungkook cleans his dick, but it’s not too bad. Jungkook folds the cloth over and looks between Taehyung and the stack of pancakes. “Do you want to shower or eat first?”
They really probably should shower or at least wipe down in the bathroom, but his stomach rumbles, reminding him that he’s hungry. “Eat first,” Taehyung decides, “but I’d like the sheet back, please.” Now that he’s not horny anymore, he’s feeling really weird and a little embarrassed.
“Of course.” Jungkook grabs the sheet and helps Taehyung to his feet to then wrap the sheet around him like a toga. “What kind of syrup? Maple, pancake, or strawberry?”
“Strawberry, please.” You can’t beat chocolate and strawberries. Jungkook serves him first before sitting next to him.
They eat in silence for awhile before Jungkook starts discussing the day. “Do you have plans? It’s Saturday, so I assume you don’t have any classes?”
“No, I don’t have classes,” Taehyung says, “but I do have a shift at the coffee shop. Not super long, just two to six, but I do have to go in. I’ll probably be done around six thirty though, after closing out.”
“I can drop you off and pick you up,” Jungkook offers. “If you’ll be working, I’ll get some stuff done too, so it’ll just be on my way.”
Taehyung hesitates, not sure what he wants. It’ll be a lot nicer than taking the bus, but he doesn’t want to have people ask him questions about his relationship. They’re still figuring each other out, and Taehyung doesn’t know his coworkers well enough to share relationship stuff. “Yes, please, a ride would be great.” He can ignore his coworkers easily enough.
“Sounds good, babe.” Jungkook leans over to press a kiss to the side of his head. “Why don’t we go shower, and then we can figure out what to do until we need to head out?”
“Okay.” Taehyung lets the sheet slip a little when he stands, can feel a little air and Jungkook’s gaze on the curve of his ass. “You going to help me get clean?”
Jungkook growls and rushes forward to scoop Taehyung up in his arms. He giggles and wraps his arms around Jungkook’s next. “Can I get you a little dirty again before I get you cleaned up?”
Taehyung considers it for a moment then nods with a shy smile. “Yes, please. We’ve got time.”
“For now,” Jungkook tells him, “but when I finally get my hands on you, I’m going to need a full day to enjoy myself, make you feel amazing.”
Taehyung gets the feeling he won’t need more than just a few minutes to make him feel amazing, but if he wants to take all day, Taehyung won’t complain. Jungkook helps him unwrap from the sheet once they reach the master bathroom, the first time Taehyung’s been in here.
It’s beautiful, white marble tile everywhere, a large white soaking tub, a massive walk-in glass walled shower that could easily fit six people. Dual vanity, of course, in front of a large mirror. There are two doors across from the shower space, and the only think Taehyung figures it could be is toilets. No way the closet fits in a space that small, not if the bathroom is this big.
Jungkook strips out of his clothes, no modesty at all, and Taehyung watches his ass as he heads into the shower and starts pressing buttons on the wall. It’s not long before steam starts to fog up the walls, and Jungkook looks over his shoulder at Taehyung. “You joining me? The water’s warm.”
Taehyung smiles and lets the sheet fall to the floor then joins Jungkook in the shower. The water streams from rainfall shower heads, and Taehyung just takes a moment to appreciate the way the water feels compared to the low pressure, standard shower head in his apartment.
After a long moment, Jungkook chuckles, and Taehyung opens his eyes to look at him, not sure when he closed them. “Enjoying yourself?”
“It’s a nice shower!” Taehyung defends himself, gesturing around the space. “What did you expect me to do? Just wash myself like it’s a regular shower?”
Jungkook smiles and pulls him in, their bodies slipping against each other. “No, I expected you to enjoy yourself. It’s nice to see you so relaxed and happy.” Their bodies bump together again, and Taehyung sees just how happy Jungkook is.
“Again already?” he asks, grinding into Jungkook's half hard cock.
“I like providing for my partners,” Jungkook says, “and I like seeing you happy. Now, turn around and don't worry about it.” Taehyung wants to keep watching Jungkook, but he does what he’s told and proceeds to get washed for the first time in years.
Jungkook uses a washcloth, pouring shower gel on it before running it over every inch of Taehyung’s skin. He’s extra careful around his groin, but Taehyung’s wrung out, so as good as it feels, his body doesn’t react beyond a general sense of feeling good.
Washing his hair is the best part of the experience. Jungkook’s fingers massage his scalp, and Taehyung’s knees go weak with how good it feels. Jungkook supports his weight with ease, still managing to wash and rinse his hair with ease, keeping all the suds out of his eyes. Taehyung loves feeling like this and wants to return the favor.
“You don’t need too, babe,” Jungkook tells him, but Taehyung insists, stealing the washcloth out of his hands.
“But I want to,” Taehyung argues back, “because it’s the best way I can take care of you. You’re as important to me as I am to you.” At least, he’s pretty sure they’re on the same page about it. Jungkook seems to show affection and feeling via supportive actions and generosity instead of romantic words and affection, and Taehyung wants to do the same in return to him.
Jungkook hesitates but caves and lets him wash him. Taehyung wonders what to do about his semi, but Jungkook waves his hands away, do Taehyung just moves on. Jungkook has to sit on the bench for Taehyung to wash his hair, but they make it work. Jungkook ends up getting the upper hand once they’re done, toweling Taehyung dry before drying himself off.
“Netflix and cuddling?” Taehyung asks as they get dressed, borrowing Jungkook’s underwear because he forgot to bring an extra pair. It makes him feel all squirmy inside, knowing that he’s wearing something so intimately that Jungkook wore before, and Taehyung has a feeling it’s going to make him blush through his whole shift at work.
“Sounds good, babe.” Jungkook takes his hand to lead him to the sofa, and Taehyung settles in to enjoy their time until he has to go to work.