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On the ride home from the concert, Jungkook squashes in so close that their two seats feel like one. Taehyung can feel the press of Jungkook’s nose against his throat, the movement of his swallow. Jimin sits with Hoseok in the seats in front, catching up on their social media and showing everything to the three of them. Unexpectedly making an impression tonight.
Jungkook’s hat is on the chair next to them, and his hair tufts out against Taehyung’s skin. A year ago it felt like they might never have this again, actual people in a stadium and the shared experience of music, live. From a mic instead of through a speaker. It’s a high that’s still running, and it wasn’t even their concert. Another week, giddy. Jungkook exhales, warm breath of air making Taehyung feel sensitive.
Taehyung carefully takes Jungkook’s hand, linking their fingers with a smile. City lights stream by the car windows, barely visible through the tint, like their own personal stars when they stop at the traffic lights. “Sleepy, Kookie?”
“Hn. A bit. Just feeling clingy.” Jungkook’s free arm slides around Taehyung’s waist, awkward through the seatbelt already before he starts tugging Taehyung’s t-shirt from under his belt, trying to keep their skin touching. Bare arms on bare stomach. “It was really good.”
“Yeah, it was.”
“‘wanna hold your hand more.”
“You’re holding it right now.”
“Not what I meant.” The words are all pressed like secrets against Taehyung’s neck, the refusal to create more space between them, curled up and alcohol warm, eyes starting to shut.
“You can hold my hand whenever you want.” It’s a promise they can’t keep, but in this moment it feels real. A fact. Forever holding one another. The motion of the car steadily rocking them until Taehyung hears Jungkook’s breathing even out, little snuffles because of the angle. Taehyung carefully takes one of Jungkook’s legs, slowly pulling it over his own and drawing patterns on the skin.
They make it back to the hotel not long after navigating the post concert traffic, Jungkook slowly waking with a mumble, eyes barely open as he pulls back to look around. Jimin opens the door for them to climb out, and Taehyung lets Jungkook stagger out first, getting caught by Hoseok’s arms while he’s still blinking himself into consciousness. “I can’t believe you fell asleep after that.”
“Mm, just felt really comfy. Warm.” They start their walk inside from the back entrance, Taehyung pulling his wallet out to pull out the room key.
“Can you believe we get to do this again?” The chatter washes over him, smiling behind his mask as he keeps up with the rest. Concert heat and the Los Angeles air makes Taehyung feel like a performer again, ready to hit the on switch. Not now, drained and experiencing the come down, but it’s there, waiting. They make it to their floor with quiet talking, huddled together in the elevator, and it’s almost instinct at this point, but.
Taehyung pauses halfway down the hallway, turning around to see Jungkook watching him back, eyes crinkled above the mask. Taehyung’s door opens and they both slip inside, letting it lock behind them. He unhooks his mask, walking over to put it on the side table as Jungkook does the same, bare faced in front of each other and it feels like it’s been too long.
Arms pulling Jungkook in as he rubs at his eyes, blinking at Taehyung until they’re kissing, softly, almost nothing except the urge to pulling them together. “Go get washed up before you fall asleep.”
“Okay, hyung. Gonna use your stuff.”
That’s okay, Taehyung thinks, all of me is yours anyway.
He gets comfortable on the bed, laying out and scrolling his phone, the sounds of Jungkook cleaning up filtering through the bathroom door. Sleep sits on all of them, gentle like a blanket, comforting. Then Jungkook’s coming out, skin damp and with a small blob of toothpaste under his lips. It makes Taehyung smile, getting up to go clean himself up, but not before wiping his thumb over the mark. Kissing him one more time.
He runs through his routine quickly, hair clipped out of the way as he washes his face, breath minty from the toothpaste. When he steps out of the bathroom to get dressed, Jungkook is already curled up under the covers. He’s probably stolen some of Taehyung’s clothes already. Taehyung always packs extra.
It’s warm enough in the hotel that Taehyung strips off, going to sleep in just his boxers. Climbs under the covers with Jungkook to be met with so much warm skin, Jungkook also only in his underwear, eyes half closed. They’re tired, and it’s late, but something about it still creeps up on Taehyung like a fever, trickling heat into his stomach as he spoons him.
Jungkook mumbles, shifting and kicking his legs, “hyung” barely audible over the sound of the sheets. Doesn’t give Taehyung a chance to respond before he’s rolling over, bit by bit, pressing them back together. The sharp inhale as Jungkook grinds softly into Taehyung, noticeably hard. “Yeah?”
“‘m, want you.” They’re almost naked already, Jungkook moving to be able to kiss at Taehyung’s neck, sucking lightly at the skin but never leaving marks, pulling noises with every touch. And, oh, Taehyung wants too, sleepy and messy and so needy.
“Need to get stuff, Kookie.”
“No, just-” more shifting, the blankets getting hopelessly rumpled before Jungkook makes his way down, scrabbling to pull down Taehyung’s boxers and dragging them down his thighs. Taehyung helps kick them off in the moment before Jungkook takes him in, one swallow, lips stretched around his cock, only half hard but need. He can’t see anything, twitching with each movement, Jungkook’s hands on his thighs and stomach, running down. Taehyung’s still on his side as he hits the back of Jungkook’s throat, letting out a moan and trying not to buck into Jungkook’s mouth.
When he’s fully hard, Jungkook pulls away, moving until he’s face to face with Taehyung again. “Don’t need it now.”
It makes sense, Taehyung doesn’t want to leave the bed either. Jungkook’s still wearing his boxers, the fabric sensitive against Taehyung’s cock, and Taehyung’s slides his hands around Jungkook’s hips, grinding them together. Feels Jungkook stutter in his arms, burying his face in the crook of Taehyung’s neck. “Want do you want, Kook-ah?”
“Dunno, just want- ah, hn, Taehyung. Tired, can’t decide.” Taehyung starts pulling down Jungkook’s boxers, moving his hand to wrap around Jungkook’s cock, wanting to save the drawn out noise Jungkoook makes.
Taehyung pulls his hand away, licking over the palm before he starts to stroke Jungkook again, relishing in his shudders. “Gotta choose something, baby, before we fall asleep.”
Gets to hear Jungkook groan against his collarbone, teeth dragging over the skin, the way Jungkook’s hips fuck up into Taehyung’s hand. “Oh, oh fuck okay, wait- get the lube, I want-”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, please hyung.” Taehyung’s reluctant to pull away and Jungkook seems like he is too, arms curled up Taehyung’s back, nails digging in every time Taehyung’s thumb brushes over the head of his cock. Slow and careful, desperate feelings, until Jungkook manages to lessen his grip.
He manages to slip away, pressing a kiss into Jungkook’s hair before getting out of bed, flinching at the change in temperature. The room isn’t cold, but it’s not the same as under the covers, wrapped up in another person. Taehyung grabs the lube and gets back in bed, knocking into Jungkook who’s got a hand wrapped around his own cock, unable to wait. “What now, Kookie?”
“Want to ride you.”
“Yeah? It’s late.”
“Don’t care anymore, just-” Jungkook swallows, sighing as he lets go and rolls onto his front, turning his head to the side to watch Taehyung. “Please.”
The lube is cool under the sheets where it drips down Taehyung’s fingers, over Jungkook’s hole, starting to run down the skin. Warming up quickly from their proximity, their bubble, as Taehyung presses a finger inside, slowly sinking in. It’s mimicked in the way Jungkook sinks into the sheets, moving to rest his head on his arms, eyes slipping closed. “Are you going to fall asleep?”
“Mmm, maybe. I could. Feels really good.” Taehyung starts moving. One day he’s going to record this, the way Jungkook responds so easily, the sounds he makes, the way he moves. Jungkook slowly rocking his hips into the mattress, the drawn out whine as Taehyung adds a second finger, carefully opening him up. “I won’t.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah, promise- fuck, hyung, again, more, add another.”
“Thought you were tired. Less demanding.”
“I am, I just.. oh.” It’s not like Taehyung won’t oblige, a third finger pressing deeper, smiling when Jungkook shivers, grinds harder into the bed. “Yeah, like that, your fingers always feel so good.”
“I could make you come like this.”
“No, I don’t- don’t want that, ah ah-” Jungkook’s voice climbs higher and Taehyung pulls away, kissing his cheek. It takes Jungkook a while for his eyes to open again, looking dazed. “Hyung.”
“Mm?”
When Jungkook blinks, looking more awake, eyes glittering in the darkness, Taehyung can’t help but kiss him. Slow and sweet, like they could kiss for hours and it wouldn’t be enough. He drags his tongue against Jungkook’s lips, whimpering when Jungkook opens his mouth, shifts until he’s straddling Taehyung, thighs on either side of Taehyung’s. “Gonna ride you now.”
“Yeah-” Jungkook’s hands hold onto Taehyung’s shoulders, pulling him up until he’s sitting, chest to chest before Jungkook adjusts and finally, finally, sinks down onto Taehyung’s cock. They’re so close, faces nudging every time Jungkook pulls up, soft sighs as he drops back down, Taehyung bottoming out each time. It’s so slow, the build up a gentle burn, match alighting as it curls in Taehyung’s stomach.
Jungkook leans in to kiss Taehyung again, whispering against his lips, I love yous on repeat and Taehyung starts stroking over his cock again. It makes Jungkook gasp, arms resting over Taehyung’s shoulders, feels safe between his arms. Everything wrung out of them by the steady pace.
It could be faster, messier, hard grips and hidden bruises, but Taehyung wants this, relishes this, the calm, the feel of Jungkook taking his time to slowly rock them to the edge. Taehyung kisses along Jungkook’s cheekbone to the shell of his ear, murmuring “so good to me, Kook-ah, making me feel so good, gorgeous” and Jungkook locks up, limbs shaking as he loses his rhythm.
“Can’t- hyung, feels good,” words slurring, thick on his tongue as Taehyung grinds up, meeting Jungkook’s movement with his own, “kiss me, please, kiss me-”
Taehyung’s left hand cups Jungkook’s cheek, drawing his attention, eyes always on Jungkook before he does as he’s asked and kisses him again. Jungkook struggling to keep up, breathy moans in the space between them, a keen from the back of his throat when Taehyung speeds up his hand, trapping Jungkook between the two sensations. He swallows down everything, keeping it safe, everything Jungkook is willing to give.
The room feels so hot, blankets pooling around Taehyung’s waist where they fell, forgotten about, drag of skin on skin, sheen of sweat building and they’re going to have to shower but Taehyung doesn’t care, doesn’t care, the flush building and spreading over Jungkook’s body, flowing from his cheeks down, angry red when it reaches the tip of his cock.
“So red, Kook-ah, so pretty.”
“H-hyung, oh, I’m really- hn...”
“Don’t hold back.” Jungkook’s always been so fit but his thighs must be straining, uncoordinated as Taehyung starts to rock into him, planting his feet on the bed but keeping it as slow as Jungkook had. Not just the movements but more, the atmosphere, Jungkook so close like this, the way sweat starts to gather along the line of his back, the dark of his tattoos against the night.
A steady drag to the edge as Jungkook’s body goes taut, noises climbing steadily higher, head tipping back. That could be all it would take for Taehyung, Jungkook in his arms, on his lap, close and closer and Jungkook whimpering his name as he spills into Taehyung’s hand. Jungkook clenches hard, making Taehyung’s breath hitch before he’s coming, sudden despite the build up, caught off guard.
The pause in the aftermath, and Taehyung just can’t stop kissing Jungkook, winding fingers through Jungkook’s hair to tilt him closer. They’re sticky from drying sweat and fluids, but Jungkook pours himself into Taehyung, collapsing forward. “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up.”
Jungkook nods his sleepy assent, eyes closed again as he kisses Taehyung’s eyebrow. “Okay hyung. Before I fall asleep.”
“Stay here, I’ll bring a cloth.” They’re both careful as Jungkook lifts himself off, a hand underneath himself to try and avoid any more mess on the sheets. Taehyung gets up, moving to the bathroom, eyes wide to navigate the dark, and grabbing the flannel, wetting it under the tap. He makes it back quickly, running the cloth over Jungkook’s stomach before letting him flop forward. Jungkook snuggles into the sheets again, face in the pillow as Taehyung wipes them both over, dropping the flannel on the floor as tomorrow’s problem.
“Thanks, hyung. I love you.”
“I love you too, Kookie.” Taehyung cuddles in, arms around Jungkook, pulling him into the little spoon position. It doesn’t take long for them to drift off completely, legs tangling together in their sleep.