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even before he met seokjin, taehyung had always been a lover of soft, feminine and at times sultry fashion, although being a university student, he never had the funds to really pursue the closet he really wanted, living vicariously through his meticulously sorted pinterest boards and every fashion week. it was during a drunk night with some friends where he moaned about not being able to afford the clothes he wanted, to which his friends were jokingly suggesting to just get a sugar daddy. ultimately, taehyung had signed up for a sugar daddy website just for the hell of it even though those sites were probably majorly filled with old men looking to be pervy with a useful purpose.
at the moment, taehyung thought of it to be just a fun little gag and that he’d delete the app first thing in the morning. however, waking up hungover, rummaging his kitchen for something to eat and finding nothing breakfast-related except a loaf of bread, cup noodles and some apple juice, taehyung reluctantly opened the website again, this time filling out hs profile with basic info, what he wanted out of it and his current financial status, along with some other preferences.
the website pinged the same day with a message indicating someone had sent him a request to chat and taehyung was close to having deleted the conversation before he even opened it, his nerves making his hands quite unsteady. a glance at the profile picture planted a seed of doubt because there was no way someone that attractive had signed up on a site like this. the main features drawing taehyung’s attention were the man’s lips, plump and almost impossibly perfect, along with the brown, wavy hair that gave the man a slightly more youthful look. deciding to forego the ever existing chance that he was getting catfished, taehyung accepted the request.
the first message that met him was no actual written words, but instead just a selfie of the same man from the profile picture. unexplainably charmed by the man’s odd way of introducing a conversation, taehyung replied in the same way, with a casual selfie (as casual as he could look, hungover and actively trying to not look hungover). a look at the name told him this guy was named seokjin, no family name given. the name didn’t ring a bell, so taehyung had simply assumed he came from old money. following the mutual introduction via selfies, once they began talking their conversation flowed naturally, and they ended up spending almost all day on and off chatting with each other. taehyung learnt that seokjin was a ceo of a game developer studio (nearly dropping his phone when he realized what games seokjin had helped create), and seokjin had been more than fascinated by taehyung’s work as an art major.
daily chats accompanied by daily transfers of money which helped taehyung live more than comfortably and eventually even buy his first dream item, a deep red louis vuitton sweater, turned into conversations stretching into the the late hours of the night, phone calls lasting way past midnight. everything eventually converged into official plans to meet up in person for a dinner, both of them wanting to take whatever this was a step further.
the first meeting in person at the restaurant across the street from taehyung’s university turned into a dozen more meetings, all of them spent chatting and laughing for hours on end, and a couple months after their first dinner, seokjin asked taehyung out officially, wanting to give the younger much more than just monetary support. after silence from taehyung for more than ten seconds, seokjin was half a breath away from backtracking on everything he’d just let spill out, anxious beyond reason that taehyung hadn’t developed any feelings like seokjin had, when taehyung responded with a pout and exclaimed that tonight was the night he had wanted to ask seokjin out officially too. with the relief of having his feelings reciprocated, seokjin couldn’t help the laughter that escaped him, a squeaking sound that cracked taehyung’s pout into a smile and soon had him laughing as well, neither caring very much about any potential stares they might get.
everything felt much more natural between them after that night, and it came as a surprise to neither of them that taehyung's belongings gradually moved into seokjin's apartment, spreading himself out in seokjin's space like he too, belonged there.
the mention of feminine clothing came when they were both a bit wine drunk on the sofa, legs tangled while silently watching the rain beat down on the living room windows. taehyung had been talking about loving the new fall collections from most brands and what pieces he’d love to own, particularly the pleated and checker-patterned skirts in louis vuittons collection. seokjin perked up, and asked taehyung to show him. flushed with more than wine at this point, taehyung pulled out his phone to show the exact skirt he’d been eyeing since the drop, heart fluttering at seokjin's comment of “it would suit you, my honey bear. it’ll be a perfect way of showing off your gorgeous legs, and it’d look so good when i wouldn’t even bother taking it off before i fuck you.”
two days later, taehyung stood with the very skirt, along with two others from the same collection, in his hands. from then on, taehyung got more bold with what he asked for, and what he bought. his favorite to this day was the cream and pink checkered, oversized sweater he surprised seokjin with by wearing on his birthday, totally nude underneath, causing seokjin to visibly bluescreen in the entryway to their apartment before sucking taehyung off then and there, against the door to the apartment. it was the first time taehyung drew that kind of instantaneous reaction out of his boyfriend, and he quickly learned that seokjin not only supported, but also had a thing for taehyung's more feminine style.
following that discovery, taehyung let his boyfriend spoil him even more than previously, trips out where they returned with bags of goodies which taehyung then showed off to seokjin in his own private fashion show, boxy smile every time seokjin asked him to spin around because he knew it was just an excuse for seokjin to pull taehyung into his lap, lips exploring every inch of exposed skin.
seokjin bought his boyfriend a multitude of items, some that taehyung had asked for and some that he just really wanted to see taehyung in. fluffy, oversized sweaters paired with skirts or cute shorts were a favourite to wear at home (though sometimes a pair of sweatpants and a stolen shirt from seokjin did just fine), and whenever they went out, taehyung instead paired the sweaters with tight jeans, or switched out the sweaters for layers of mesh shirts and tank tops.
along with the wardrobe update came an update to taehyung’s jewelry collection. expensive rings, earrings, bracelets and necklaces he never would’ve dreamt of owning just a year ago now staple accessories in his day to day life.
his favourite item until now, though, was still the relatively simple white garter with a heart shaped centerpiece. it went with so many of his clothes, and the first time taehyung had worn it alongside a brown skirt and matching knee high socks he got bent over seokjin’s desk and overstimulated until he cried, staining the probably important papers underneath him with tears.
even with the wardrobe of his dreams, there was still a certain type of clothes taehyung had never dared to ask for. the rational part of his brain knew seokjin wouldn’t dislike it, but would most likely rather enjoy it. unbeknownst to taehyung, the occasional glance at any lingerie store they might pass on a day out, taehyung’s occasional visits to online stores where the main items are lingerie and a variety of other accessories made to “spice up your, and your partner's life” according to one website’s slogan, didn’t go unnoticed to seokjin.
deciding one day to just go for it and order a set without seokjin knowing, he deliberately cranks up his cute demeanour to seem as innocent as possible about his motives and approaches seokjin in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around the older’s waist from behind.
“hyung? could i use your card to buy myself a gift? there’s this, ah, sweater i’ve been really wanting for a while and i’d like to buy it for myself for doing so well on my latest showcase.” he really doesn’t need to be overdoing it like this, seokjin would give him the moon if taehyung batted his eyelashes at him and asked for it, but taehyung still feels the need to let seokjin know this is a special purchase that he has had his eyes on, even if he might be lying about what exactly it is.
logically, taehyung knows his boyfriend wouldn’t dislike him for buying a lingerie set, but it doesn’t stop his nerves from telling him that lingerie is going to somehow cross an unspoken limit seokjin has. he’d rather try it on himself first and see how he looks, knowing that’ll give him more confidence to show it off to seokjin afterward.
sj turns around after placing the grater down and wiping his hands free of zucchini residue, now facing taehyung. “aish, you know you never have to ask, taehyung-ah. though i can’t help but be curious about this sweater, since it’s so special you feel the need to ask to buy it.” the younger immediately feels his face flush hot, having completely overlooked that of course seokjin would be curious, because taehyung only really asks for permission to buy something if he has a plan, or if it’s a special limited edition piece.
“ah, no, it’s technically nothing super special, i’ve just eyed this sweater for a while and finally felt like now is the perfect time to buy it!” seokjin tugs him closer in response, a small whimper involuntarily leaving taehyung’s mouth.
“mmm, i can’t help but feel like you’re planning something extra special apart from the sweater. you know my pin, the card is in my wallet in my office.” seokjin sends the younger off with a kiss to the top of his head, giving his butt a pat as taehyung turns to scurry away to seokjin’s office. the actions draws an indignant squeal out of him, and squeaky, delighted laughter from seokjin. a smile can’t help but creep its way onto taehyung’s face, and soon he’s giggling as well, turning the corner to seokjin’s office.
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no more than a week later, the package taehyung had ordered arrives. taehyung thanks whatever higher power there is that seokjin had to be at the office today for meetings, and that he was more or less done with all of his uni work.
hurrying away to their shared bedroom, taehyung makes sure the door is closed before grabbing a pair of small scissors from the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. cutting the box open and peeling away the tape, the first thing his eyes land on is the oversized, pastel green sweater with an intricate flower pattern weaved onto the fabric. taehyung wasn’t lying about the sweater, not really. it just wasn’t the only thing in his order from that website.
he’d started out slow, only ordering two sets of lingerie to get a feel for how he liked them once they were more than just a horny fantasy. the first set was simple, a pair of soft, purple cotton panties with lace bows on his hips along with a matching crop top bralette with puffy mesh sleeves. the material felt soft against his cock and sat comfortably around his hips, the colour making his honeyed skin glow even more. taking a look at himself in the mirror, taehyung felt his cock start to fill out, loving the way he looked even more than he could’ve anticipated.
the second set was the whole reason taehyung had wanted to order anything at all, finding it online a few months ago and not being able to forget about it since. an intricate sheer blue lace set with embroidered flowers all over and a strap used as a choker connected to the bralette. the garter belt fit his slender waist and hips perfectly, and the panties left his ass bare, the thong being little more than a thin strip of mesh fabric. the mesh fabric left little to the imagination, leaving his cock very visible which was now threatening to leak precum through the front of the panties.
any worries taehyung had about the set not living up to his expectations vanished out of the window as soon as he saw himself in the mirror. he felt alluring, confident, sexy and he really hoped seokjin would have those same thoughts later. as if seokjin could feel taehyung thinking about him, taehyung’s phone pinged with a message from his boyfriend letting him know the meeting was almost finished and that he’d just finish up one last thing before heading home.
spurred on by the message, taehyung makes quick work of cleaning up the packaging spread around the room before choosing a pair of high waisted wide jeans and a powder blue sweater, matching the colour of the sheer fabric underneath. after cleaning up all traces, taehyung promptly plants himself on the sofa, curling up and lazily scrolling social media while waiting for seokjin to arrive home.
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seokjin arrives home just over an hour later, the electric lock on their apartment door buzzing to indicate his arrival. equal parts nervous and excited for seokjin's reaction, taehyung rises from his place on the sofa and ventures out into the hall on light feet. immediately enveloped in seokjin's arms, nose pressed against the collar of his shirt, taehyung inhales a greedy lungful of the delicate, citrusy perfume seokjin has taken a liking to recently.
"welcome home, hyung~" taehyung murmurs against the side of seokjin's neck, hot breath ghosting against the expanse of skin that he loves to mark up, stake his claim on just as much as seokjin adores putting his claim on taehyung. "how was the meeting?"
seokjin's reply comes in the form of a disgruntled huff, reluctantly disentangling himself from taehyung’s slender frame to shrug off his coat, wanting all the unnecessary layers of clothing between him and his boyfriend gone. "nothing surprising, unfortunately. the recruit from last year has been having an increasingly sour attitude, and wants to take the new project in a more kid-friendly direction, despite him knowing fully well that the new game is already outlined and any major adjustments to the atmosphere or story would set us back months in planning."
hearing the older’s voice growing more agitated, taehyung slips his arms back around seokjin’s waist to pull him back in. a soft kiss to seokjin's lips makes the older quiet abruptly, a small sigh escaping him once they separate.
"i'm sorry for raising my voice, baby. things were just more stressful than expected today, and it's not something i should take out on you." seokjin begins, letting the younger lead him into their living room with an arm still around his waist. taehyung silently squeezes seokjin’s hip, a quiet sign of comfort. "it's okay, hyung. you're allowed to be upset about that. it must be frustrating having your already mapped out plans be rejected by someone who thinks they can do what they want just because of their talent.
"ah, i know," seokjin's brows furrows, settling down on the sofa, making it free real estate for taehyung to slide into his lap with ease. "it just shouldn’t be the first thing i do when i come home to my sweet honey bear. i should be asking you how your day has been," he continues, letting his hands ghost over taehyung's hips. "telling you how stunning you look, what you want to eat tonight, if you have anything planned for the rest of the week."
the gentle, familiar touches elicits a small shiver from taehyung, something he doesn't think he'll ever get used to. even from the start of their relationship past the sugar daddy part, seokjin has somehow always been attuned to taehyung’s body. he knows the spots that make the younger shiver, knows how sensitive he is on the nape of his neck, knows the part of taehyungs back that tends to get sore with tension whenever he’s stressed.
softly massaging taehyung’s neck is one of seokjin's favorite ways to tease his boyfriend, goosebumps rising all over from just those small touches. he loves watching the younger melt into his touch, crooked fingers keeping a firm grip to let his other hand travel down down, down to the small sliver of skin between the hem of taehyungs jeans and the powder blue sweater, both of the clothing items hiding taehyung’s surprise.
taehyung ends up leaning forward, chest pressed against seokjin’s with his head tucked into the crook of the older's neck. having his face against seokjin’s neck makes it hard for seokjin to hear taehyung when he eventually mumbles something, cheek squished against his boyfriend’s collarbone. "speak up, baby, what'd you say? hyung can't hear you when you're mumbling into my neck like that." taehyung gives a little whine in response, feeling his cheeks rapidly heat up. he didn’t think it’d be this nerve-wracking to tell seokjin about his surprise! still, taehyung obeys his hyung and lifts his head up just a little, enough for his lips to be next to seokjin's ear.
"ah, i said- i have a surprise, if hyung wants to see…" god, taehyung could explode from how hot his face is, both bubbling with excitement and nervousness for how seokjin will react. "of course i want to, i'm always happy to see any surprise you prepare for hyung." the encouragement in seokjin’s voice is enough for taehyung to hop off seokjin’s lap, feeling his face heat up because oh god he’s really doing this.
deciding it’s better to not hesitate and just go for it, taehyung slips the sweater off first, closing his eyes as he does, still slightly nervous about seokjin's reaction. pulling the sweater off the last few inches and tossing it onto the sofa, taehyung opens his eyes again, but keeps his head down. when he glances up at seokjin, the look seokjin gives him eradicates any lingering nerves taehyung might have had about this. seokjin looks like he’s half a second from jumping taehyung right then and there and just bending him over the sofa, but he makes no indication of moving so taehyung takes the next step, and slips onto seokjin’s lap again.
“do you like it, hyung?” taehyung’s voice comes out breathier than he anticipated, feeling the blood rush down from his brain to his dick so fast he almost gets dizzy.
“taehyung… you have no idea how crazy you drive me, do you?” seokjin’s words are whispered into taehyung’s ear, sending a shiver throughout taehyung’s entire body. with one hand, seokjin hooks a finger into the waistband of taehyung’s jeans, and lets his other one rest on taehyung’s hip to tug him even closer. “are you hiding anything else for hyung underneath these, baby?”
with what feels like half of his body’s blood supply currently going straight to his dick, taehyung struggles forming a coherent sentence as a response, a hum of agreement and a nod the best reply he can muster right now. seokjin seems pleased regardless, and slips his hands away from taehyung.
“well then, why don’t you show hyung exactly what you’ve prepared? unwrap my surprise for me, honey.” seokjin’s words goes straight to taehyung’s cock, and it gives a noticeable twitch in response. standing up again, taehyung begins shimmying his jeans off right between seokjin’s legs. once he’s stood in front of his boyfriend in nothing but the sheer lingerie set, taehyung feels more exposed than any time he’s been stood completely naked in front of seokjin. the head of his cock has leaked precum through the panties, forming a noticeable wet spot. it really doesn’t help that seokjin is looking up at him like he’s a predator who’s finally cornered his next prey, and taehyung is so lost in his boyfriend’s stare of pure lust that he doesn’t notice seokjin lifting his hands until he feels them harshly grip his ass. an embarrassingly loud sound, somewhere between a moan and a squeak, leaves his lips and taehyung furrows his brows at seokjin with a pout on his lips that the older quickly makes sure to kiss away.
taehyung is so fucking thankful the penthouse doesn't have any next door neighbors when seokjin’s lips travel from taehyung’s lips to find his neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses from his collarbone until they end at taehyung’s sweet spot just underneath his jaw. seokjin stays there, sucking at the skin and tugging at it with his teeth until a small, red circle is blooming. warm huffs of air against that spot has taehyung whining and squirming on seokjin’s lap, his cock now almost uncomfortably hard within the confines of the panties.
“s-sensitive, hyung…”
“aigoo, is my honey bear that turned on today just from dressing up all pretty for hyung? you’ve been wanting to do this for a while, haven’t you, baby?”
without waiting for an answer, seokjin slides one hand up along taehyung’s back and tugs at his hair to pull the younger into a kiss. taehyung gives in to seokjin’s dominance almost immediately and lets himself be guided through the kiss. taehyung follows seokjin’s movements with his own lips, opening up when seokjin nips him in the lower lip to let his tongue slide in, a relieved moan from taehyung swallowed by seokjin’s mouth against his.
“you're straight out of my fucking dreams, taehyung-ah. always so perfect, in every way.” seokjin mutters against taehyung’s lips once they part. when seokjin moves his hands to grab taehyung’s thighs and hoists taehyung up with ease, the younger whimpers and instinctively wraps his legs around seokjin’s waist.
“you know how lucky i am to call you mine, baby? how lucky i am that you’re the one hyung gets to spoil every day. my sweetest honey bear.” seokjin continues, and the ability to speak has, at this point, completely left taehyung. he stifles another whimper against seokjin’s heated skin. needing to be as close to seokjin as humanly possible, taehyung latches on, throwing his arms over seokjin’s broad shoulders and lets his lips explore seokjin’s neck as seokjin carries him into their bedroom.
taehyung opens his eyes, not having realized he’d closed them in the first place, when his legs unwrap from around seokjin’s waist and his back hits the soft duvet covers. taehyung’s met with seokjin’s body between his legs, hard-on pressed against his hips, and seokjin’s face inches away from his, eyes full of both lust and love. seizing the opportunity, taehyung tugs seokjin into a kiss with the arms he still has slung over seokjin’s shoulders. seokjin, initially caught off guard, props himself up on one elbow, deepening the kiss as he slides the other hand down to unbutton his pants, his dick uncomfortably hard against the material of his slacks. a sigh of relief leaves seokjin once he’s gotten the zipper undone, and he slips his tongue inside taehyung’s mouth, running it along every surface he can reach. while seokjin’s tongue maps out taehyung’s mouth, seokjin lets his hand slides back up taehyung’s body, taking his time to feel out the little bumps and dips along taehyung’s hip, the small streak of hair stretching from taehyung’s belly button, down to above the edge of the panties, and the dip right in the middle of taehyung’s chest between his ribs. once seokjin’s hand reaches the hem of the bralette, he pushes underneath it to grasp at taehyung’s slight pecs, pleased to find that taehyung’s nipples are hard as a rock. taking the right one in between his thumb and index finger, seokjin begins tugging and pinching, relishing in the noises taehyung is letting out against his mouth.
pulling away from the kiss leaves taehyung with a pout on his face, hands slipping off seokjin’s shoulders, placing them on top of his own chest instead. seokjin, still between taehyung’s legs, moves down the bed a few inches, using both hands to gently move taehyung’s hands out of the way, seokjin then swiftly pulls the bralette up taehyung’s chest, exposing his nipples. the fabric dragging against his nipples with such a harsh motion has taehyung biting his lip to stifle a moan, hands clenching around nothing.
“yah, none of that, baby. you know how much i love hearing your sweet noises.” seokjin gently chides taehyung, giving him a pat on the cheek to get him to release his lip from between his teeth. with a huff, taehyung obliges. hand still on taehyung’s cheek, seokjin watches taehyung with a small smile before wrapping his lips around the same nipple he was previously using his hand on. taking the soft skin between his teeth and pinching it lightly, seokjin relishes in the reaction he gets. taehyung's whole body shivers, and his hands come down to desperately grasp onto seokjin's brown curls, nails scratching at his scalp. seokjin lets him, loving any and all signs that he is making his boyfriend feel good.
taehyung’s nipples being a sensitive area was something seokjin found out early on in their relationship, when he toyed with them at the same time he jerked taehyung off, and taehyung had orgasmed embarrassingly fast, hiding his face in his hands once he realized what had happened.
alternating between using tongue and teeth to draw further shivers and whines out of taehyung, seokjin drags his hand still on taehyung’s cheek down to taehyung's left nipple, giving it a pinch that pulls a choked whimper and a twitch of his hips out of taehyung. rolling the nipple between his thumb and index finger, seokjin feels taehyung move his hips again, small movements against his own hard dick that almost feel involuntary, subconsciously seeking additional stimulation. seokjin gets into a steady rhythm, using his nail to scratch lightly at the same time his teeth tug at the sensitive skin, and when his tongue sits flat against the warm skin, his hand instead tugs hard at taehyung's other nipple. the constant double stimulation gives taehyung no chance of even thinking straight, high pitched moans slipping out as seokjin continues his movements, switching his mouth and hand with little room for taehyung to catch his breath.
“h-hyung… please, h-ah… sensitive…” taehyung whines, his dick so hard it almost hurts.
“mmm, you think hyung is being a bit mean? but how can i let any part of you go unexplored tonight, baby? you look like an angel, a gift just for me. the most wonderful reward i could get at the end of the day. i want to savor you tonight, honey bear.” with his mouth still against taehyung's chest, seokjin gives the nipple a final tug with his teeth before sitting back up on his knees. taehyung is gorgeous, already looking completely out of it, chest red and glistening with seokjin’s saliva, cheeks flushed a dark pink and eyes hooded.
seokjin’s words go straight to taehyung’s dick, and taehyung makes a desperate attempt to rut his hips against seokjin’s, a plea for seokjin to touch him, to relieve some of the tension taehyung feels in his entire body. seokjin notices taehyung’s eager movements, and runs his hands down the sides of taehyung’s body until he gets to taehyung’s hips, where he holds them down to press himself against the warmth of taehyung’s ass.
“please, hyungie… want you, need you to touch…” taehyung whimpers, feeling seokjin’s hard dick against his ass, still covered by the fabric of seokjin’s underwear. “h- ‘s unfair you’re still fully dressed too…” pouting, taehyung reaches a hand down eagerly, wanting seokjin’s slacks off as soon as humanly possible. taehyung barely gets his fingers underneath the hem when seokjin moves to grasp taehyung’s wrists, keeping the younger from making any further moves.
“patience, honey bear. you’ll get what you need, just lay there and look all gorgeous for me, alright?” taehyung nods with a small smile, the casual praise making his head spin. shuffling further up the bed for a more comfortable angle, taehyung’s head now resting against the headboard as he watches seokjin rid himself of the dress shirt and slacks. absentmindedly, taehyung’s hand drifts up to his chest, the touch sending a jolt through him, which makes him whimper in surprise. the sound catches seokjin’s attention, and he raises an eyebrow at the sight, though he says nothing and slips the dress shirt off his shoulder. haphazardly discarding it on the floor, seokjin then slips the slacks all the way off, toeing off his socks as he steps out of the pants and pushes them aside on the floor.
before taehyung can voice his protests at seokjin taking his sweet time with undressing, seokjin is back on the bed, now in nothing but his boxers. the sight of seokjin’s, to be honest, godlike body as he makes his way towards taehyung has taehyung feeling like he’s going to explode if he doesn’t get his dick touched within the minute. thankfully, seokjin can never resist that desperate look he’s almost convinced taheyung doesn’t even know he does, taking pity on him. once he’s back between taehyung’s legs, seokjin makes quick work of pulling taehyung’s dick out of the lacy confines of the panties. just seokjin’s hand wrapped around him is enough for taehyung to mewl breathily, hips stuttering up in an attempt to get any additional stimulation. the sensation of the chilly bedroom air on his dick along with the calloused skin on seokjin’s hand makes taehyung feel like he’s floating.
“h-hah, hyung, please…”
“please what? i’m touching you, am i not?”
“yes, but- ah!” the rest of taehyung’s retort gets caught in his throat when seokjin starts moving his hand slowly up and down taehyung’s dick, the drag of skin against skin without much lubrication creating a deliciously blissful sensation that almost borders on uncomfortable, but just enough to have taehyung letting out small moans every time seokjin drags his thumb over the slit.
“you make me too weak, honey bear. i can never deny you anything, especially not when you’ve given me such a pretty gift today. so beautiful, just for me to adore, praise, love and fuck.” seokjin mumbles, keeping a slow but steady rhythm as he leans in for another kiss.
“hy-hyung, hah, s-so good, you treat me so w- ” taehyung’s soft, breathy reply gets cut off short when seokjin presses his lips against taehyung’s, words replaced with a muffled moan. the kisses start out slow and soft, the rhythm matching seokjin’s hand movements, but taehyung needs more, feels so desperate for more stimulation anywhere seokjin can reach. the slow rhythm soon turns into wet, desperate, open-mouthed kisses that has taehyung shamelessly moaning into seokjin’s mouth, seokjin picking up the rhythm of his hand still on taehyung’s cock as well.
eventually, both pulling away for air and panting against each other’s mouths, seokjin releases his grip around taehyung’s dick, earning himself a breathless whimper in protest from taehyung. patting taehyung on the cheek chidingly again, seokjin leans in and bites taehyung’s earlobe, grinning when it earns him a shocked squeak.
“you’ll get exactly what you need soon, baby. just spread your legs for hyung and let me take care of you.” seokjin backs up a few inches, before landing a light smack on the inside of taehyung’s thighs, wordlessly prompting taehyung to spread his legs. as taehyung repositions his feet further out from his body, letting his legs fall apart, the arousal in seokjin’s eyes as he watches every move taehyung does makes an involuntary breathy moan crawl up and out of taehyung’s mouth.
in this position, the thin strip of the smooth mesh fabric making up the thong on the panties does little to cover taehyung’s hole, the waxed skin on full display. seokjin makes a feeble attempt to hide how much he’s staring at taehyung’s crotch, his body on autopilot as he swings his legs over the side of the bed and leans down to retrieve the bottle of lube always kept in his nightstand. tossing the bottle onto the bed, seokjin haphazardly shuts the drawer with his foot before reclaiming his place between taehyung’s legs.
picking up the bottle of lube and popping the cap open, seokjin wastes no time in squirting out a good amount onto his fingers and rubbing it around, warming up the cold liquid between his fingers. an impatient whine from taehyung gets seokjin’s attention, and he pauses his movements, closing the lid on the bottle and placing it next to taehyung’s hip.
“i see, am i taking too long for my honey bear? hyung is just warming it up for you, we both know you dislike the cold feeling.”
taehyung furrows his brows, lips forming a pout in response. he knows seokjin’s right, always whines about how it feels when they’re in a rush and have no time for extra thorough prep. he isn’t as opposed to it as he’s made himself out to be though, not so secretly enjoying the praise seokjin gives him, the “good boy” and “doing so good for me” driving him crazy every time.
letting out a small chuckle, seokjin uses his hand not coated in lube to pull taehyung’s thong aside, circling taehyung’s rim with two fingers, not yet making any movements to push inside. taehyung feels dizzy with need, the teasing movements not nearly enough and he subconsciously tries pushing his hips down, wanting more stimulation, needing seokjin inside him. to taehyung’s relief, seokjin doesn’t seem to want to tease him much longer, and stops his motions to reposition his hand. as soon as seokjin is pushing the first finger in, taehyung almost believes he’s become weightless. the familiar feeling of seokjin’s hands, along with the stimulation he’s waited so long for is enough to make taehyung moan and whimper for more, for seokjin to fill him up and fuck him silly.
“i want to savor this, baby. i want to enjoy every second, and make you enjoy every second as well. such a good boy for me.”
“hah- hyung- please…”
“ah ah, just let hyung spoil you, baby.”
shifting his legs back slightly allows seokjin space to lean down, now at face level with taehyung’s thighs. splaying out his free hand on taehyung’s left thigh, seokjin begins pumping his finger in and out of taehyung, a slow rhythm where he soon adds another finger, making sure to scissor and curl his fingers slightly every time he pulls them back to open taehyung up. above him, taehyung is breathing heavily, letting out needy whimpers and moans of “please” and “yes, more” every time seokjin pushes his fingers back inside. somewhere in this rhythm, seokjin turns his head to face the golden smooth skin on taehyung’s inner thigh, and grazes his teeth along the skin, closing his lips around a patch and biting down, sucking at it until he deems it’s enough. pulling back, the area is shiny with spit and a small bruise is already forming. running his fingers over it, seokjin smiles as he feels taehyung trembling. always so sensitive on his thighs.
“good boy, opening up so well for me. taste so sweet too, my honey bear.” seokjin mutters against taehyung’s thigh, pressing a third finger in alongside the other two, this time with a little more resistance. spreading his fingers inside taehyung, seokjin bites down again, sucking another purple mark into taehyung’s thigh, this time closer to his groin. taehyung feels hot all over, thighs so wonderfully sore from seokjin’s markings his body trembles at every little movement seokjin’s fingers make inside him.
the stretch from seokjin spreading his fingers inside taehyung and the alternating gentle and rough bites he leaves on taehyung’s skin sends pure bliss through taehyung’s body, his moans getting louder as seokjin’s mouth and hand work in tandem to draw taehyung closer to the edge. seokjin switching his mouth to taehyung’s other thigh to latch onto the unblemished skin there makes taehyung jolt, giving seokjin ample opportunity to speed his hand up. the fast pace seokjin is keeping is driving taehyung insane, hands coming down to grasp at seokjin’s hair like it’s his only lifeline. seokjin twists and curls his fingers inside taehyung, thrusting them at a different angle to find taehyung’s sweet spot. once he does find it, seokjin makes sure to focus his fingers on that same spot, continuing to open taehyung up, coaxing the loveliest sounds out of taehyung.
taehyung thinks he might explode, moans and mewls spilling from his mouth unabashedly. his hands are tugging maybe a little too hard on seokjin’s hair but he really doesn’t care because the combination of every sensation seokjin is putting taehyung through right now is bringing him dangerously close to spilling way too early, that familiar heat simmering inside of him.
“hyunghyunghyung too much please stop please i’m so close please” taehyung whines, and by some mercy, seokjin pulls his mouth away from taehyung’s trembling thighs with a wet sound, looking up at the younger boy with a gleeful grin on his face. seokjin’s fingers slow their pace too, going back to the lazy rhythm he started with. taehyung’s chest heaves, feeling like a string pulled taut still so close to snapping.
“feels that good, baby? you’re always so gorgeous for me, i can’t resist you, marking you up all beautifully.”
“hah- i love it, but i don’t wa-wanna cum yet, want hyung’s dick inside me first.”
taehyung doesn’t care how desperate and needy he sounds, knows both he and seokjin love it when he gets like this, but a blush still creeps its way onto taehyung’s cheeks as seokjin’s hand stills completely inside of him.
“well, guess i have to do something about that then, my love. do you want to get me ready for you?” seokjin pulls his fingers out of taehyung a little too quickly for taehyung’s liking, but despite the whine that escapes him, taehyung knows what seokjin wants from him, and taehyung will always take any and every opportunity he can get to get his hands around seokjin’s dick.
taehyung fails to hold back an audible gulp as he watches seokjin unceremoniously remove his boxers, seokjin’s dick bobbing slightly once the boxers are tugged down fully. seokjin draws a sharp breath as the cold air hits his hard dick, looking almost painfully hard. the tip is red and glistening from precum, shaft standing straight up and begging to be touched. taehyung’s whole body feels hot, the same burst of warmth that courses through his body every time he sees seokjin’s dick, a feeling of need and eagerness spreading into every singe nerve.
repositioning himself between taehyung’s legs, seokjin picks up the lube again and uncaps it. taehyung holds his hands out, letting seokjin drizzle a good amount of lube into his palms to let him warm it up. greedily, taehyung then reaches his hands out to wrap around seokjin’s cock, twisting them around as one thumb slides over the head, paying special attention to the vein just underneath.
the groans and breathy huffs seokjin releases is almost a reward in itself for taehyung. the audible confirmation that he’s making seokjin feel good is nearly as pleasurable as seokjin’s verbal praise, eagerly spreading the lube all over seokjin’s dick with small whines and needy whimpers spilling from his mouth as he does.
“seokjinnie-hyung,” taehyung whines, pouting up at his boyfriend. “kiss me?”
and how can seokjin deny him anything like this, looking every bit like the angel he is, golden skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat, dark curls spread around his head and face flushed a lovely shade of pink. the angle is a bit awkward but seokjin props himself up onto his elbows, one on either side of taehyung’s head and leans in, capturing taehyung’s lips in a soft and playful kiss, a much lighter one than before. taehyung sighs happily, quiet moans escaping every time seokjin glides his tongue along taehyung’s. had this been any other scenario, taehyung would love to soak in and bask in seokjin’s warmth, kissing his plump lips for hours on end. right now, however, taehyung’s hands are getting a little desperate, and seokjin has to pull away, panting with a smile on his face.
“ah, honey bear, if you continue like this i’m not gonna last very long inside of you.” taehyung huffs in response, knowing very well seokjin’s stamina rivals a majority of men’s. he listens, still, and gives seokjin’s dick a few more gentle strokes before he pulls his hands away, wiping them haphazardly on his thighs, his main focus right now on the fact that he’s been empty for far too long (it really hasn’t been more than maybe two minutes).
taehyung has been with seokjin more times than he can count, long enough for them to forego condoms entirely except when they really need to make sure they’re not going to make a mess, but the desire taehyung feels in his body tonight is immeasurable, so desperate for seokjin that he can barely think straight.
in an effort to hurry everything along, needing seokjin inside him preferably five minutes ago, taehyung moves to tug his panties off, but seokjin’s hands grasping at each of his wrists stops him.
“keep them on, baby. you dressed up so nicely for me, it’d be a shame to take it all off so soon.” taehyung feels his dick jerk at seokjin’s words, never prepared for just how well seokjin knows how to please taehyung’s praise kink, the words going straight to his dick every time. moving his hands up instead, taehyung hooks them underneath his knees and lifts his legs as seokjin squirts out just a little bit more lube, rubbing it over his dick and taehyung’s hole. a non-sticky finger is hooked into the thong of the panties to pull it out of the way, allowing seokjin to line himself up, prodding taehyung’s hole but not yet pushing inside. the idea of seokjin just tugging the panties out of the way to sink isnide taehyung is ridiculously attractive, and through the absolute desperation taehyung feels through his entire body, he vaguely notes this as the new sexiest thing seokjin has ever done.
taehyung thinks he might lose it if seokjin doesn’t fill him up right now, but he barely has time to finish the thought because seokjin is entering him slowly, finally. just the initial push past taehyung’s ring of muscle is almost overwhelming, a craving for more coursing through taehyung’s veins that make the words come spilling out without any thought.
“ple-ase hyung, feels so good, so good, needed you s-hah, so badly, so big-” taehyung is babbling, head thrown back with breathy whimpers escaping him as seokjin presses inside taehyung, inch after inch. the stretch feels electric, a slight twinge of pain the first couple inches that are quickly replaced by pure pleasure. taehyung releases his hands from the back of his knees to grasp onto the sheets beneath him, sheets that taehyung is sure they’ll need to change after this.
a relieved moan slips out from taehyung’s lips once seokjin’s hips are flush against his ass, feeling so blissfully full and stretched out. now that seokjin is fully bottomed out, taehyung’s back arches up, subconsciously jolting his hips up against seokjin’s own. releasing his hands from their grip on the sheets, taehyung reaches up to pull seokjin closer by his shoulders. chest now pressed against taehyung’s, seokjin lets his hand traverse taehyung’s skin, so flushed and hot beneath his palm, until he reaches taehyung’s waist. giving it a small squeeze, seokjin leans in and plants feathery kisses on taehyung's neck, allowing taehyung time to adjust to the stretch. but of course, taehyung's waited so long already, he feels like he'll go crazy if seokjin doesn’t pound him into the bed right now.
“you good, honey bear? want me to move?”
“god- ah, hyung, yes, please move, fuck me.”
“i really can’t resist you when you’re so sweet.” seokjin pulls out just an inch, then thrusts back inside. “you have me wrapped around your finger, baby. dressing up for me like this, i feel so lucky to call you mine.” taehyung moans softly at the stimulation and praise, biting down on his lip and digging his nails into seokjin’s broad shoulders.
increasing the pace with every thrust, seokjin releases his grip on taehyung’s waist to instead nestle a hand into taehyung’s hair. a whimper escapes taehyung when seokjin tugs on it sharply, tilting taehyung’s head back to expose more of his neck. seokjin doesn’t bite down on taehyung’s neck, but still runs his tongue along it vertically, ending by taehyung’s ear and nibbling the earlobe lightly. the increased pace is rocking taehyung’s body back and forth, letting out choked moans whenever his chest rubs against seokjin’s with his still sensitive nipples scraping against the bralette.
fervently trying to buck his hips up to meet seokjin’s thrusts, taehyung is clinging onto seokjin’s shoulders as seokjin finds a steady rhythm. the force of the thrusts jolts taehyung up the bed, trying his best to hold onto seokjin even tighter as he finds the angle to bury himself as deep inside taehyung as possible.
every thrust, now a consistent and fast pace, feels to taehyung like seokjin wants to mark him up inside as well, and the thought does send a shiver down his spine and a rush of blood to his already painfully hard dick. taehyung feels hot all over, a tingling feeling pooling in his belly and he whimpers in seokjin’s ear as much, relief washing over him as seokjin slows down, until he pulls out and taehyung almost chokes on a moan.
“turn over for me, honey bear.” seokjin sits back up, giving taehyung a pat on his hip. taehyung’s limbs feel like jello, but manages to muster enough force to flip himself over onto his belly, knees on the bed and back slightly arched. hearing a pleased hum from seokjin, taehyung has the air punched out of him in the form of a choked moan when seokjin grips taehyung’s hips tight and sinks back into taehyung in one quick thrust. this angle allows seokjin to bury himself even deeper, who immediately starts back up with the fast pace. taehyung’s hands barely manage to tug a pillow towards himself, fists clenching in the fabric as an attempt of keeping his composure.
with every thrust producing a loud smack sound and rocking his body back and forth against the mattress, taehyung thinks he could reach down and maybe just thumb over his head, give himself just a little bit of relief. as if seokjin sees right through what he plans to do, he lets go of the grip on taehyung’s hips to instead wrap his hands around taehyung’s wrists.
“put your hands over your head for me, baby.” taehyung is quick to follow, not that he has many options when seokjin’s hands are wrapped around each wrist. “keep them in place there, good boy.” seokjin’s praise once again, fills taehyung with a warmth and an eagerness to continue being good. arms now pinned down by seokjin’s hands, taehyung can do little but let seokjin pound into him, thrusts hard and fast that lights up every nerve ending in his body. every thrust inside has taehyung moan unabashedly, breathy and whiny moans partly muffled by the pillow underneath his head. thinks he might be drooling a bit, but it’s hard to care when seokjin feels so good inside of him, fucking him like there’s nothing more important right now than how taehyung feels.
seokjin doesn’t slow down a bit as his thrusts become harder and more heated, fucking into taehyung with a need that runs bone deep. the thrusts are rocking taehyung body back and forth, his dick just too far away from the sheets to not get any real friction from the movements
“ha-hyung,” taehyung moans into the pillow, the fabric muffling his voice. “do i make you feel good?” seokjin leans in, not letting up on the fast pace and replies next to his ear.
“you feel me inside, don’t you? i feel like i’m in heaven whenever i’m inside you, so warm and perfect around me.”
the change in angle allows seokjin to realign his thrusts ever so slightly, and small adjustments to the angle of the thrusts eventually has seokjin hitting the exact spot he was looking for inside taehyung, that bundle of nerves which sends a searing hot feeling throughout taehyung’s entire body. seokjin’s rewarded with taehyung throwing his head back, a loud, filthy moan spilling from his lips. taehyung doesn’t think he can last much longer, his dick so desperate for relief it almost hurts, and the new, direct stimulation on his g-spot has any concern taehyung might have had about being too loud fly out the windows. his moans are near constant, loud and whimpering sounds falling from his lips with every press against his g-spot.
shifting his hands around, seokjin releases taehyung’s wrists with one hand to hold down both with the other. taehyung knows if he wanted to, he could move around more, hump down against the mattress for relief, but the feeling of being held down like this as seokjin drives his hips against taehyung kindles an insatiably horny flame within him.
at this point, taehyung has fully given up on trying to string together anything even resembling a cohesive sentence, breathless whimpers and loud mewls only broken up with needy pleas of “please, faster” and “hyung, so good”. meanwhile, seokjin has hooked his free arm around taehyung’s midriff for extra support, switching out the larger motions of his hips for smaller, quicker and deeper thrusts, pulling out no more than a couple inches at a time.
eventually, feeling like he can’t hold on anymore, the heat pooling in his lower belly too much to bear, and even though his tongue feels useless in his mouth right now, taehyung forces himself to speak.
“hyung, hah, s’ close, gonna cum please” the words come out whiny and desperate, the please more like a warning than any sort of beg for permission.
“go on then, baby, cum for me. been so wonderful to me today, dressing up and letting me have my time with you. such a sweet honey bear.” seokjin’s voice is rough, a bit breathy from his own moans and his hips ever so slightly beginning to lose their rhythm with the heat inside his own lower region. using the arm wrapped around taehyung’s body, seokjin slides it down his chest until he finds taehyung’s dick bobbing between his belly and the mattress, slick with precum and surely a shade of angry red.
right as seokjin wraps his hand around the shaft, taehyung feels the heat inside him pulsing, and it really only takes a few strokes for him to finally spill over seokjin’s hand and the sheets with a drawn-out moan. the muscles in his legs tremble with his orgasm as he clemches around seokjin’s dick. if it weren’t for seokjin’s arm holding him up right now, taehyung would be flat against the bed, his body currently mustering up the strength equivalent of pudding.
“good boy, so beautiful.” seokjin’s words fade out into stuttered moans and frantic thrusts as he feels taehyung clench around him, bringing seokjin over the edge as well, squeezing taehyung’s wrists hard as he rides out his orgasm inside taehyung, slow thrusts as he fills taehying up . his hand slows down around taehyung once he hears taehyung’s moans taper out, eventually hearing nothing but heavy breathing as seokjin’s hips still completely.
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they lie still for a while, seokjin’s dick softening inside taehyung until he eventually pulls out, an action that’s met with a grumbling protest from taehyung’s face, one side still smushed into the pillow.
“yah, i have to get us cleaned up, we both know you don’t want to sleep with cum trickling out of your ass!” taehyung just huffs in response, but has no counterargument, and instead just lies still as seokjin pulls out fully, a glob of cum trickling out and down taehyung’s balls still halfway covered by the panties. taehyung hears seokjin move out of the room, into the adjacent bathroom and subsequently the rummaging around the cabinets. a couple minutes later, seokjin returns with wet wipes, a damp towel, new covers and some aloe for taehyung’s wrists and hips, wanting to reduce any potential soreness in the area. the lukewarm towel gently cleaning up the lube around taehyung’s ass has him hissing, instinctively trying to pull away from the sensation. a firm hand on his hips hold him down, seokjin cleaning away the drops of cum still dribbling out of taehyung.
patting taehyung’s butt gently, seokjin asks taehyung to turn around onto his back. taehyung slowly shuffles around to lay flat on his back giving seokjin full access to clean up the stray drops of cum on his belly and dick. taehyung closes his eyes, the sensation soothing enough to nearly fall asleep, only moving when seokjin asks him to lift his hips so he can slide the panties down his legs, throwing them towards the laundry basket with the bralette following suit.
“come on, honey bear, to the shower. i am not letting you back in the bed until we both are clean.” seokjin teases, fondness evident in his voice. lifting taehyung up from the bed with only a slight struggle, seokjin lets taehyung hold onto him as he strips the sheets from the bed.
after seokjin throws the towel and the rest of the sheets and duvet covers into the laundry, taehyung clings onto seokjin who nearly has to drag him toward the bathroom, legs not yet having regained their full function. they shuffle into the bathroom, where seokjin immediately runs the water, getting it to a comfortable temperature warm enough to loosen up muscles but not scalding hot. taehyung promptly seats himself on the edge of the bathtub, watching seokjin prepare everything with an adoring look in his eyes.
stretching out a hand to check the temperature, taehyung hums affirmatively, getting up from his admittedly not very comfy seat on the cold edge of the tub. as soon as the warm jets of water hits his skin, taehyung melts against seokjin’s chest, letting seokjin adjust the angle of the spray until they can both comfortably stand underneath it.
as soon as seokjin deems taehyung’s hair thoroughly soaked, he reaches for the shampoo bottle. seokjin ends up with the one that smells slightly of caramel that’s been the only shampoo taehyung has used since he moved in. seokjin squirts out a decent amount, lathering up taehyung’s hair using steady and slow motions, like he’s massaging taehyung’s scalp. the motions draw pleased purrs from taehyung, small, rumbling hums as he tilts his head forward to get seokjin better access to the back of his head.
removing the showerhead from its holder, seokjin makes sure to properly rinse taehyung’s hair, getting all the suds out before going in a second time with the shampoo. taehyung smiles softly, leaning in to give seokjin’s lips a quick peck, a silent thank you for keeping up his routine. as seokjin is rinsing taehyung’s hair again, taehyung grabs the shampoo and dumps some into his hand, reaching up to lather seokjin’s hair in the sweet-smelling shampoo.
they continue this silent ritual, seokjin applying just a small amount of conditioner to the ends of taehyung’s hair, taehyung doing the same to seokjin before they both let it sit, using the downtime to scrub themselves clean with shower gel. seokjin takes the showerhead again and turns the water pressure down before rinsing his own dick off from any excess lube and sweat. taehyung blushes when seokjin, showerhead still in hand, kneels down and begins rinsing taehyung's dick off as well. logically, taehyung knows this is nothing to be so shy about when not even twenty minutes ago seokjin had his hand on his dick in a much dirtier context, quite literally.
“hyung, at least let me wash my ass on my own!” taehyung shrieks when seokjin, still on his knees, reaches behind taehyung to grab one of his cheeks, and in return getting small, squeaky giggles from seokjin. thankfully, seokjin does let taehyung take over the showerhead. taehyung wastes no time in washing away any eventual lube between his legs, stomach clenching as the initial direct stream of water reminds him that he is absolutely going to be sore for at least the rest of the night.
handing back the showerhead to seokjin, taehyung turns around, pressing his back against seokjin’s chest to let seokjin rinse the conditioner from both their heads. they stand still for a while even after the last few bits of conditioner have been washed out and gone down the drain, reveling in the warmth. at least, until seokjin turns the water off, complaining he’s going to get wrinkly fingers if they continue standing here for much longer.
a small giggle escapes taehyung.
“as if they’re not already.”
“YAH! i’m only ten years older than you, you brat!” despite the chiding tone, seokjin’s face betrays him as a smile spreads wide on his lips.
taehyung’s giggles continue as seokjin wraps him in a big, dark, woodsy brown towel straight from the heated towel rack. the giggles taper out into a pleased sigh, taehyung pulling the towel closer around himself and relishing in the softness of the material. sitting back down on the tub, taehyung squeezes excess water out of his hair as he watches seokjin move around the bathroom now wrapped in a towel of his own. taehyung is in the middle of drying his hair with a separate, smaller towel when seokjin exits the bathroom, telling him to wait while he makes the bed. the idea of not having to move yet is deeply appealing to taehyung, and he stays put, yawning at the mere idea of laying his sore and tired body down among fresh sheets.
taehyung is in the middle of stifling another yawn as seokjin comes back with a heap of fresh clothes. accepting the pile of clothes from seokjin which includes new underwear, a pair of loose sweatpants and taehyung’s favorite lazy day shirt (absolutely not stolen from seokjin), taehyung strips himself of the towel and reaches for the underwear. a satisfied noise escapes him at the feeling of the loose and clean fabric against his skin.
once they’re both dressed, they make their way back into the bedroom. taehyung immediately plops himself down face first onto the newly made bed, shuffling underneath the covers and leaning against the headboard.
“i’ll be with you in a minute, honey bear. i’ll just grab something for us to eat.”
“can you grab some chocolate too, hyung?”
“always so demanding. of course, love.”
as seokjin leaves the room, now also dressed in sweatpants, taehyung reaches for his phone, browsing social media until he gets stuck on a video of a pomeranian getting a grooming session. he doesn’t realize seokjin is back until a chocolate bar lands on his chest, followed by seokjin promptly landing next to taehyung. seokjin sits up and triumphantly holds a bag of coconut chips, a water bottle and a container of sliced strawberries. taeyung lets out a snort, putting his phone aside to grab the bag of chips and the water as seokjin slides underneath the covers next to taehyung. wasting no time in opening the bar, taehyung is halfway through it before seokjin has fully settled down, leaning against the headboard as well and pulling taehyung closer.
“thank you, hyung!” taehyung swallows the last of the chocolate, leaning in to give seokjin a quick kiss as a thanks before he’s twisting the cap off of the water. taehyung brings it up to his lips and takes a few big swigs. the cool liquid feels heavenly on his throat, not realizing how dry his mouth was until right this instant. taehyung doesn’t screw the cap back on, handing it to seokjin who gulps down a good amount himself. seokjin does put the cap back on, putting the bottle away in favor of opening the strawberry container. taking a big slice, seokjin holds it up to taehyung’s mouth, an offer taehyung graciously accepts. the fruit is sweet and soft, and taehyung doesn’t stop the satisfied groan that escapes him as he swallows.
another light kiss is planted on seokjin’s lips before taehyung reaches into the container, picking up a slice and doing the same to seokjin. seokjin takes the slice between his lips, gazing fondly at taehyung. they fall into a quiet, comfortable rhythm of feeding each other strawberries. after a few slices, taehyung opens up the bag of coconut chips and puts a few in his mouth between each slice of strawberry.
they get through nearly two thirds of the strawberries before seokjin puts the lid back on the container, swapping it out for more sips of water. the bottle is nearly emptied as well before seokjin sets it aside again, both him and taehyung scooting down the bed until taehyung’s head is resting on seokjin’s bare chest, one arm draped over his waist. seokjin’s one hand interlaces with taehyung’s, the other threading into taehyung’s soft, still slightly damp hair, massaging his scalp with the tips of his fingers.
the rhythm of seokjin’s breathing and the repetitive movements on his scalp make it hard for taehyung to stay awake, stifling a yawn into his arm. when seokjin asks him if he wants to sleep for a bit, taehyung shakes his head, protesting that it’s not even late yet. seokjin’s squinting gaze is a sign that he doesn’t believe what taehyung says whatsoever, but lets it slide.
the next yawn, taehyung fails to hold back and seokjin turns to look at him, a knowing look in his eyes.
“rest if you need to, honey bear. you were so good to me today. you deserve to sleep.”
“fine, hyung, but i want kimchi tteokbokki and chicken tonight.”
“aish, what are these big demands you’re giving me today! first the chocolate bar, now a big takeout order! it’s almost like you think i’m rich or something.” seokjin bites back a smile as he says it, already reaching for his phone to order the requested food.
taehyung pinches seokjin’s nipple in response.
“YAH!”
taehyung giggles and swiftly dodges seokjin’s hand that comes to get revenge, ducking under the covers to hide. he emerges back again once his giggles subside, reclaiming his place on seokjin’s chest and throws his arm around seokjin again.
while seokjin taps away on his phone, ordering two portions of each, adding honey cakes as dessert and setting it for for delivery in an hour and a half, taehyung lets himself relax, sleep overtaking him quickly. the last coherent thought taehyung has before he drifts off to sleep, head pillowed on seokjin’s warm skin?
the lingerie is best damn idea taehyung’s ever had.