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“You know what you were doing.”
Taehyung startles, letting go of the door and jumping when it slams. He shoves the key in the lock before turning around, which is clearly taking too long by the fact that Jungkook is immediately on him, bodies pressed together. “I wasn’t expecting to see you this evening.”
“Mm, I had to cancel a fun evening of playing games and doing nothing.” Jungkook’s nosing at Taehyung’s neck, and Taehyung swallows, probably making the situation worse.
“To what do I owe this pleasure? Although I’m glad I was important enough for your time.” He feels Jungkook’s lips and arches his head back.
“You- fuck, you frustrate me. Did you have to wear this shirt? I just- need.” Taehyung grins, letting his eyes fall closed as he drags his hands up Jungkook’s sides.
“Yeah? What do you need?” He gets a bite to the collarbone for his trouble, sharp enough to pinch but not enough to leave a mark. “Ah- fuck, Jungkook.”
“Stop acting so- obtuse, hyung. Please. Want you.”
He does know. Is surprised that Jungkook managed to hold out all day so far, Taehyung’s been half expecting to be dragged away at some point during the day. It hadn’t entirely been intentional, wearing a shirt with such a wide neckline, but Taehyung’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. And also it’s a really nice shirt.
The truth of it is that him and Jungkook are like magnets around a repelling force, circling closer and closer every day. That he’d felt Jungkook’s eyes on him the moment he’d stepped into the building wearing the red shirt with the collar open, struggled to focus at times because of Jungkook hovering, apart from when he was able to get away to start his V Live. Taehyung had had to make sure he went somewhere Jungkook wasn’t, to keep the camera from capturing something it wasn’t supposed to.
And now they’re at the other end of a lot of hard work, and Taehyung was expecting to be able to collapse, vegetate for a while and sleep. But here he is.
“Mm, I’m not sure Jungkookie, it’s been a long day.” Jungkook’s mouthing at his neck now, his hands pushing Taehyung’s hips into the door. Taehyung knows he’s making a weak excuse, especially knows Jungkook will see right through it. He’s already reacting, sliding his fingers under Jungkook’s shirt.
“Really? I will stop, hyung, you know I will, I just- please.”
They’ve been doing this for a while now. Sometimes Taehyung isn’t sure where he stands, but he doesn’t mind, which is maybe weird. He really likes Jungkook, knows that to be true, and is sure Jungkook likes him too. But in the midst of everything else, the ins and outs fall to the wayside when Taehyung just wants and wants and Jungkook rises up to meet him.
“Tell me.”
“Fuck- I need, want to bite you, hyung. Your neck looked so good, I could see your collarbones, you’re so beautiful, Taehyungie, please.”
Oh yeah, and there’s that.
“You can bite me.” Taehyung barely gets a moment before he feels Jungkook’s fangs sinking in, and he lets out a soft sound, breath catching. It’s nothing that he’ll ever be able to get used to, feeling Jungkook’s teeth in his skin, drawing blood, the haze that washes over him and makes his knees weak. The pain that kicks in gets overtaken by the red rushing through his veins.
Jungkook moans, and Taehyung feels him bite deeper. He sags against the door, lips parted, nails digging into Jungkook’s waist and oh, oh. It doesn’t matter how long the day has been, how many schedules they’ve got through in one day, he will always come back to this.
“Ah, Kook… hungry?” Jungkook makes a noise of assent, one hand wrapping around Taehyung’s thigh and hoisting his leg around his waist. He can feel their hips pressed together, the sensation of Jungkook still drinking from his neck. “Careful, careful, we have- shit, we have a lot to do tomorrow, I can’t be too wiped. Jungkook. Jungkook.”
It takes a few seconds longer for Jungkook to finally pull away, lips red and face flushed, staring at Taehyung dazedly. Taehyung lifts his hand and carefully drags his thumb over the corner of Jungkook’s mouth, before leaning in. Feels hot, so hot, crashing over him.
“You drank so much. Is that all you’re here for?”
There’s a delay, as Taehyung watches his words catch up with Jungkook, as Jungkook leans in to press a gentle kiss to Taehyung’s lips, as he dips lower to kiss along Taehyung’s jaw. “You know I-” He makes a frustrated sound. “You know I always want you. Whatever you’ll give me.” Taehyung’s heartbeat catches. It’s too close to an admission, too close to what Taehyung’s waiting for.
“Is that- why you’re always taking my blood?”
Jungkook hums. “Don’t want anyone else’s.”
The words settle in Taehyung’s heart, and he surges into Jungkook, pulling him upright into a frantic kiss. A part of his mind wonders if it’s just his blood that tastes good, but the other part is too much like Jungkook’s words. Whatever you’ll give me. Whatever you’ll have of me.
Jungkook kisses back with just as much fervour, hands clutching each other and Taehyung could feel dizzy with it. Lets himself drown in Jungkook.
“Hyung, can I- can we?”
“I need your words, baby.” Jungkook shudders, pulling Taehyung’s shirt up and pushing him back into the door, one hand keeping Taehyung’s leg locked around his waist.
“I want- anything, let me suck you off, let me eat you out.”
"Yeah, yes, okay-"
Jungkook doesn't take any more time, hoisting Taehyung up by his thighs and carrying him to the bedroom. For his part, Taehyung feels greedy for it, cock filling and pressing against Jungkook’s. He drags his lips along Jungkook’s ear, tightening his legs when he feels Jungkook falter.
"I want you to eat me out, baby, think you can make me come just like that?"
Jungkook almost misses his step and Taehyung grins. "Want to feel your tongue, want you to make me beg.”
“T-Taehyung-”
“Can you be a good boy for me?”
Jungkook stops where he is, and Taehyung waits, wonders if he’s pushed it, until Jungkook is pressing him into the wall and kissing him again, teeth catching at Taehyung’s lower lip. “Your mouth, ah, hyung, yes I can- can be good.”
Taehyung feels like swallowing Jungkook’s words, letting them stoke the fire burning within him. “Then take me to the bedroom.”
And he does.
The moment Taehyung touches the bed he’s pulling his clothes off, tugging his shirt over his head and shimmying out of his trousers. He knows Jungkook’s watching, but there’s still no finesse to his movements - he just wants his clothes gone, now. He does, however, quirk an eyebrow when Jungkook remains fully clothed, just staring at him with pink cheeks. “Off. I want your clothes off too.”
He sees Jungkook swallow before he starts to crawl over Taehyung on the bed, pulling his own shirt off. “You’re so- wow, hyung. Every time.”
“Every time?”
“You just… wow. Leave me speechless. You’re gorgeous.”
Taehyung flushes, looking away. It feels too real. “Okay, that’s enough sentimentality now, I was promised something.” Jungkook grins, carefully pushing Taehyung down onto his back.
“Can you roll over? I want to appreciate your ass, please.” Tension broken, Taehyung laughs softly before rolling over, hips pressing into the bed and grinding lightly. Oh god, he feels so needy before they’ve even done anything, liquid want coursing through him.
“Yeah, yeah, hurry up, please. I need you.” He hears Jungkook go still, before exhaling, and then feels the bed dip as Jungkook lowers himself.
The next thing he knows is the touch of Jungkook’s hands on his ass, stroking before parting them. “Oh, hyung… it’s a thing of beauty. I want to- I’d keep you naked all day, keep this all for me if I could.”
“Yeah? What would I do, if I was naked all day?”
“Mm, I could think of a few ideas.” Taehyung gasps as he feels Jungkook’s tongue lick over his hole, sucking softly at the rim.
“Tell me.”
“Hyung…” Jungkook licks at him again, making Taehyung squirm. “I could eat you out for hours. I could… keep you on my cock, fucking you slow, drawing it out. Or I could put a vibrator in you, edge you until you were screaming my name.”
He’s acutely aware of all the blood in his body rushing south, leaving him breathless. “Shit, Kook, thinking about this for a while?” Jungkook is still licking at him, long, slow strokes, and Taehyung Needs.
“Think about it every time I see you, hyung.” Oh, that’s- he doesn’t have time to think about it more when he feels Jungkook’s tongue push inside him, lips sucking harder, and Taehyung lets out a harsh sound, hips kicking against the bed.
“E-every time? Must be a struggle.” Jungkook hums against his skin, before Taehyung hears the sound of a zipper, must be shoving his jeans down. Taehyung wants to touch himself but he’s not in any position to, focusses instead on the feeling of Jungkook’s mouth against him. He’s never been able to come untouched before, but he wants Jungkook to try and make him. Thinks he’ll get close, the sensation of Jungkook wanting him so overwhelming on top of the hungry way he’s licking into him.
There’s a wet noise, and Taehyung thinks Jungkook is jerking off as he eats him out. Fuck, the fact that he can’t wait has Taehyung pushing back against Jungkook’s face, aching for more friction. He’s so close.
“Ah, Kook-ah, please, more, I’m- you’re doing so good, being so good for me, don’t stop.”
Jungkook’s tongue slips deeper in him, making Taehyung cry out. “Please, please-” He can hear Jungkook getting close against him, and arches his back as he feels a finger pressing inside next to his tongue. Jungkook presses against his prostate and Taehyung sees white, vision going out of focus before his eyes screw shut.
“Yes, fuck, that’s it, Jungkook, good- so good to me, yes-!”
He heaves a breath in before shoving himself up slightly, careful not to jostle Jungkook too much before he gets a hand around himself, stroking quickly. “I’m gonna- Jungkook, yes, fuck, I’m going to come, don’tstopdon’tstop.”
Jungkook groans against him, and oh fuck, that’s all he needs, spilling over his hand with a moan punched out of his lungs. Jungkook is still licking at his hole and it pushes him further, further, cock leaking onto the bed sheets. He shivers, pushing his body forward, away from the pressure of too much too much, and collapsing onto the bed.
It takes him a moment to roll over, just in time to watch Jungkook’s eyes meet his with a desperate look on his face, Taehyung’s name on his lips as he finally lets go. His eyes flutter shut, and he’s so beautiful it hurts.
He waits until Jungkook’s eyes open again before sitting up, pulling him into a rough kiss. They fall back together, Jungkook’s arms bracketing Taehyung’s head, and it feels like where he belongs. “‘love you, hyung.”
Taehyung pulls back slowly, eyes wide. Jungkook worries at his lip, fang poking out. The too real is catching up to him, has been for a while, and Taehyung’s done running. “Jungkook-ah, I-I love you too.”
Maybe Jungkook wasn’t expecting that response, because his eyes light up, a bashful smile taking over his face. “Yeah? Really?”
“Really.”
Jungkook grins, kissing him again. They’re messy and it’s kind of gross, but Taehyung isn’t willing to let go enough to fix it. They can deal with it later.