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Now Taehyung isn’t stupid. He might be a little scatterbrained from time to time but he’s not stupid, far from it. He’s neither stupid nor blind and he knows when he’s being stolen from. That doesn’t mean he minds, though.
It’s been going on for a while now.
Taehyung lives in the mansion with his butler who leaves in the evenings and the cook that’s there twice a day to make him a meal. The house’s his father’s but he’s never in town. Always in the other mansion where the core of the Kim Industries is while Taehyung finishes up college in the City. He’s third year, going on fourth- just a couple of exams away from it. He’s alone most of the times and the mansion is big so he sometimes takes walks through it to stretch after long periods of inertness due to studying.
It’s on one such walk that he notices something out of place- or well, missing. There are- were- three medium-sized vases stacked on a decorative table in one of the halls on the topmost floor. The floor that holds a guest bedroom, an office and a large library as well as some artwork. While there used to be three vases, he had noticed that only one remained- the middle one. It was inconspicuous enough that he wouldn’t notice if his mind wasn’t loosely observing his surroundings. Who knows how long they’ve been gone, he’d wondered then and still does now as he watches security footage of his little thief scaling the large tree next to the house and jumping to the roof where a window had been craned open for a while now.
After the vases incident he’d noticed some other things missing, a painting here a glass or a chalice there. Things he wouldn’t notice were gone until he really looked. It wasn’t like he missed those things; he was impartial to everything in the mansion aside from his clothes, electronics and his Van Gogh prints. He didn’t mind but he had been curious, so he’d had some cameras installed around the place to see who it is that was stealing from him.
That’s how he’d found the, very skilled, hooligan sneaking into his house at least once a week. The silent alarm had sent a message to his phone that the motion camera set up outside had been triggered and he’d rushed to the computer in the office to catch the perpetrator in action.
He smiles to himself as he switches between the cameras. The guy had found an in through one of the secret doors that lead from the attic to the topmost floor. Taehyung was silently impressed as he watched. The guy was shuffling around the attic looking through old wooden furniture and chests for anything valuable like Taehyung hadn’t seen him pilfer those same chests already and had possibly deposited a wristwatch he doesn’t like in one of them. He smiles as the guy finds it and pumps his fist in the air in victory. The guy makes his way over to the secret passage and drops down from the ceiling and onto the floor below. Taehyung freezes as he hears the thuds of the guy’s boots hitting the wooden floor.
Shit, he’d forgotten to close the door and even if the lights were off the glow of the computer would give him away. And honestly? He didn’t want to scare this guy away; this was the most fun Taehyung had had in a while. It was exciting and he felt like an evil villain or something else equally cool. He hits the button on the monitor to turn it off, praying that the modern computer is quiet enough to pass off as powered down. He’s out of the chair and in one corner of the room just as the steps pass the door and head down the hallway, flashlight lighting the way.
Taehyung tries to remember if he’d turned off all of the lights and comes up short- oh, well, he hopes he had that much foresight in his sleep-addled brain. He silently follows behind the guy, who he’d established was cute; bare feet padding on the soft carpets that stretch through the middle of the hallway. The guy bypasses the library and Taehyung knows that some of those books are worth a lot of money but it’d take too much time to locate the first editions and he doubts the guy’s willing to look when it’s easier to pilfer the guest rooms or the lounges in the west wing of the mansion. Recently he’d found one of the glass-gold cabinet door knobs missing. He’d thought it was rather charming. Really, he doesn’t care if shit gets stolen; he has more than enough money for it all. He wonders about what prompted this sudden theft; why his mansion in a neighborhood of uninhabited mansions and luxury summer homes?
So he trails after the thief quietly watching the guy pocketing trinkets and putting the larger stuff in his bag. It’s when the guy’s reaching over the couch to pluck a bust of his great grandfather that Taehyung clears his throat. Ain’t nobody stealing Great grandpapa Kim on his watch.
“Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing?” He crosses his arms and watches as the guy drops the brass bust onto the couch.
“Oh, shit.” The guy turns to look at him, mortification clear on his face. Only the mortification gets replaced by confusion as soon as he shines his flashlight at Taehyung.
“Wait, you’re not a stuffy old man with a beer gut and a receding hairline!” The guy, kid- he definitely looks younger despite the wide frame- exclaims in outrage.
“Thanks, I’m proud of my hair.” He ruffles it with a hand, letting the messy bangs flop around uselessly.
“Um, well, this is awkward.” The kid grins impishly and puts the bust back in its place.
“Not at all!” Taehyung smiles boxily and rocks on the balls of his feet. “I quite enjoyed watching you rob me. It’s fun, you’re sneaky.”
“You- you knew? And you let me continue?” The kid’s eyes almost pop out of his head from shock.
“Hah, yeah, it’s pretty boring in the mansion.” He shrugs casually like it’s no big deal. “I don’t mind, honestly, I have more than enough stuff.”
“Shit, man, I’m sorry- well, not really but yanno.” The kid gestures vaguely with his hands and sheepishly drops the contents of his pockets onto the expensive couch.
“Oh no, don’t stop on my account! I assume you have more use for those than I do.” He smiles blindingly and the kid actually looks ready to bolt. “I’m Kim Taehyung, by the way, in case you want to put a name to the face.” He tacks on tactlessly because he kinda wants to know the kid’s name and is hoping the kid will indulge him.
“Uh, well, nice to meet you, I guess. I’m Jungkook.” Then the kid slaps a hand over his mouth like that wasn’t supposed to come out. “Shit.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna call the police on you, Jungkook.” He reassures and turns to where the kitchen is. He thinks about offering food but he’s just gonna make some whether the kid’s there or not. He hears boots thudding after him.
“Why, though?” Jungkook asks petulantly, or what Taehyung thinks is petulance- the tone’s whiny and confused but stubborn. He doesn’t know the kid, he can't make the judgment.
“As I said, I don’t need the stuff you took and I highly doubt you’d make it out of the house with a flatscreen or something else very valuable.” Taehyung smirks and flips on the lights in the kitchen. He goes behind the counter and to the fridge to pull out ingredients for a sandwich- or two. In the bright light he sees Jungkook better. He’s even cuter than he’d originally assumed. All wide eyes that are sparkling, bunny teeth gnawing at his bottom lip and dark fluffy hair to top it all off. His clothes seem a little worse for wear and the hoodie he’s wearing stretches across his shoulders a little (a lot).
“Huh,” Jungkook’s little hum sounds very doubtful but Taehyung tries to reassure him again non-verbally by presenting a sandwich for him to eat. The kid takes it almost automatically, warily eyeing Taehyung before biting down and moaning at the taste. “This sandwich is good enough to make me trust you- for now.”
“Well then, by all means, I’ll make you another one.” Taehyung winks and enjoys the way the boy blushes.
“So what, like, do I get to keep stealing? I really need the cash.” Jungkook asks timidly as he polishes off his second sandwich and waits for the third one that’s in the making. Taehyung is amazed at how fast the kid eats and wishes that he could offer more than a sandwich but he can't cook for shit.
“Yup, just stay out of my room- that’s the master bedroom- and the office, father needs those books in there. If you’re willing, I can show you some books in the library that’d sell well.” Taehyung says casually like he hasn’t been thinking about this for the past two weeks.
“Huh, alright.” Jungkook seems to stare at the plate for a while before attacking the third sandwich with vigor.
“Oh, but use the basement door, the tree is old and it could break. Also you leave the window open and pigeons get in, flying rats.” He chirps and Jungkook looks at him like he’s lost his head. Well, if being nice to hooligan kids that rob him is crazy then he’d gladly be the Headless Horseman. He’s always liked Sleepy Hollow.
“Sure thing.” Jungkook mumbles as crumbs fly out of his mouth while he eats like it’s his last meal. Taehyung frowns, not really knowing if it is the kid’s first real meal in a while or not. The sudden urge to take care of the kid is overwhelming and he silently vows to do so until the kid leaves for good or stops needing it.
Jungkook’s fucking poor, okay. He’s smart, he’s skilled, he’s got potential but he’s fucking poor in a dog-eat-dog world that already spat him out too many times. Dancing in the underground can only get you so much and it’s not nearly enough. Not for his family, for his equally poor friends or for the guy they owe money to. So Jungkook turned to petty theft. Then to theft. And there he was, ambushed by fucking Kim Taehyung out of all the people. Don’t get him wrong, he’s never heard of the guy but after they’d met officially, he’d looked him up and realized just who he’d been stealing from. Well, he likes to think of it as recycling. Making money and giving it to the poor society of his neighborhood. He’s become somewhat of a loan shark without the loan part or the shark part. He wished he had a shark, that’d be cool. He gives to the poor while making sure that his family still has enough.
To say he’s really upset by the sudden turn of events would be an understatement of the fucking century. He’s confuzzled. Taehyung, Kim Industries heir, is letting him steal from his as long as he stops for a chat or for hanging out when he’s there. Jungkook’s confuzzled but he’s kinda okay with it.
Taehyung’s a fun guy; he’s smart and genuinely likes talking to him. And he lets him take shit from the mansion whenever he needs. By now, Jungkook has a hefty stock of high-priced sellable items. So he stops taking and just drops by to hang out and play some games on one of Taehyung’s many consoles. He’s thinking about swiping that as well but that would be against the rules of their arrangement. And he wouldn’t like to lose Taehyung’s trust. After all, who else would let him steal shit without consequences? Also, Taehyung gives him food and shelter when he needs it, lets him use any of the many bathrooms and the indoor pool when he wants. Jungkook’s starting to think Taehyung either wants to adopt him or sponsor him. The latter sends heat through Jungkook’s body that isn’t entirely unwelcome (he swears he's not into that).Even though that could be fun. And Jungkook knows he’s a handsome guy, more than that, and so is Taehyung. Maybe he should make the proposition one of these days.
But for now, he scarfs down the dinner that’s been put in front of him. Spaghetti that Taehyung himself made. The elder had said that Jungkook made him want to learn how to cook so he’d steadily been learning over the course of the three months they’ve known each other.
“You never told me why you steal in the first place.” Taehyung says casually.
Jungkook groans, he really doesn’t want to tell this sob story again. “I’m Robin Hood, I rob the rich neighborhood and give to my block and whoever needs it. Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing life threatening.” He glosses over the part where his dad’s been a no show ever since he was conceived but Taehyung doesn’t need to know that yet. He’s not achieved that level of friendship yet. Soon, though.
“Have you thought about college?” Taehyung tries again and Jungkook whines loudly.
“What is this? Twenty questions? When’s it my turn?” He retorts snarkily. He really doesn’t want to think about college. He doesn’t need it; he’s 19 and doing fine in life. He doesn’t think about the future, lives in the moment the best he can.
“Hey, I’ve never withheld information from you.” Damn, Taehyung’s grin is really fucking charming. He’s kinda glad he mistook Taehyung’s house for the old man from next door (it was dark and he didn’t have a flashlight all these house look the same to him, okay).
“Where’s your dad?” He squints and gears up for rapid fire questions that are sure to come his way.
“Three cities over in a different mansion. Where’d you get the cheek scar; ‘s cute.” Taehyung smiles, eyes crinkling with mirth and Jungkook feels himself blushing under the attention.
“Incident involving glass and a ball when I was a kid. Where’s your mom?” He twirls the fork idly.
“Dead, cancer got her before I could form any kind of bond. Was raised by nannies and butlers.” Taehyung shrugs and Jungkook notices that very little phases the elder. “You ever jacked a car?”
“Yes,” He doesn’t even hesitate; it’s one of his proudest moments. “You gonna be the next CEO of the family business?”
“Ugh, do not want. But sure, I’ll do it.” Taehyung grunts, “You mind if my friend drops over?”
“You have friends?” Jungkook grins teasingly and Taehyung flicks a piece of ground beef at him. He’d fire one back but the Gucci glasses the elder’s wearing look too expensive for him to even breathe near. “Sure, when are they coming?”
“Like, now.” Taehyung grins and Jungkook stares open- mouthed as the doorbell rings.
“Hey, how’d you-” He starts asking but Taehyung hold out his phone and wiggles it in his direction.
“Motion sensor camera notification, useful.” Taehyung calls behind him as he leaves the large room.
“How do you know it’s not a squirrel or something!?” He huffs back but gets no reply, probably because Taehyung’s too far away. He throws himself back to the task of finishing his dinner.
He hears faint giggles before he sees the two enter the kitchen. Taehyung’s friend is plastered to his arm and is listening to Taehyung saying something animatedly. He’s short with a shock of pink hair, has the squishiest cheeks Jungkook’s ever seen and is dressed impeccably. He immediately dislikes him.
The guy in question turns to him at a frightening speed and smiles so radiantly that his eyes disappear and his cheeks puff out. Jungkook’s stomach is a little queasy but that might be from the spaghetti and not from the way Taehyung is cooing at the guy.
“You must be Jungkookie, I’m Park Jimin!” The guy holds out a small hand and Jungkook eyes it warily.
“Just Jungkook, yeah, hi.” His voice is a little timid again but he doesn’t like meeting new people and this guy’s really close to Taehyung or so it seems. He frowns a little at the sudden bout of jealousy that sprouts from nowhere and latches onto his heart- refuses to let him shake the guy’s hand.
Jimin retracts his hand and his smile wavers. “It’s nice to meet you, Taehyung’s been babbling about you for three months straight.” Jimin shoots a forlorn look to Taehyung and Jungkook feels a little bad for being mean.
“Ah only good things, I hope!” He tries to grin, for Taehyung’s sake even though his stomach clenches as Taehyung backhugs the guy so comfortably. Get it together Jungkook, you have no right to feel like this. You’re not in a relationship, you’re friends. He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated huff leaving him but thankfully the two are wrestling playfully so they don’t pay attention.
“Come on, it’s movie night!” Taehyung cheers as he releases Jimin from a headlock. Jimin looks a little ruffled and really fond and Jungkook still doesn’t like him. But that’s only because he gets to touch Taehyung so casually while Jungkook shies away from any form of skin-on-skin contact. It’s not his fault, nobody’s coddled him since he was a child and he doesn’t feel comfortable with it.
He’s sure Jimin’s a great guy, must be if he hangs out around Taehyung, but his brain kinda goes on backup the moment the film starts playing. He laughs when it’s deemed appropriate and gasps when they do. He doesn’t pay attention and instead thinks about the painting he has to sell tomorrow to get Ray the money he needs to pay off the loans his bar had accumulated. It should be enough and he should have some left. Maybe he buys something nice for a change. Maybe gets Tae some random trinket as an apology and a thank you.
“You okay?” Taehyung’s suddenly there, hand on his shoulder and he doesn’t realize he’s zoned out so much that Jimin’s already left and he’s staring at the blank screen of the large TV.
“Huh, yeah, fine. Just tired.” He pretend-yawns so that Taehyung would stop worrying. He doesn’t like seeing the older boy frown.
“What, were we that much of a bore?” Taehyung grins toothily and Jungkook lets out a chuckle despite himself.
“No, no- just- have a thing tomorrow and I need to get some sleep.” He watches out for Taehyung’s reaction. The elder looks unbearably soft in his big sweater and Jungkook really wants to hug him. He doesn’t know how to ask for it, though. So he bites his lip and heads for the door.
“You sure you’re okay?” Taehyung’s voice is full of doubt as he follows him to the door.
“Yeah, nothing a hug can't fix, right?” He laughs merrily, he’s only half joking. He’s stopped in his tracks as Taehyung’s arms turn him around and envelop him in his warmth. Jungkook’s breath stutters in his chest and his heart skips a beat. He lets himself relax and sink into the elder’s front and clutches at the brunet.
“Jesus, kid, how long’s it been since someone’s hugged you?” Taehyung whispers against the side of his head.
“Couple of years, maybe.” He admits with a little sniffle. All this physical contact is making him mushy and his skin’s starting to thrum pleasantly and he’s not used to it- he both wants it to stop and never wants to let go.
“Jungkookie, stay the night, yeah?” Taehyung’s breath sends pleasant shivers along the side of his neck and he nods almost robotically, choppy movements stiff and unsure.
He expects Taehyung to drop him off at one of the guest rooms he usually stays in but instead the elder leads him to the master bedroom- his room. He wants to stutter out excuses, say he can't that he has places to be but he know he’ll end up going home sad and he’ll bring the gloom to his business tomorrow and that’s not how he does deals- it goes against his ‘always charm them for extra money’ plan. That and he’s feeling exceptionally needy for cuddles and not those roughhousing ones Yoongi usually deals out reluctantly.
So he lets Taehyung pull him onto the bed and pull off his shirt so that he’s left in only his sweats. He lets the elder manhandle him into the little spoon position and plaster himself all over his back. He doesn’t say anything when Taehyung kisses the back of his neck softly and sneaks an arm across his middle. For the first time, he lets himself enjoy the feeling fully. He drifts off into peaceful slumber with a smile on his face.
Unlike Jungkook, who is sleeping cutely with his mouth parted slightly, Taehyung doesn’t get to sleep immediately. All he can think about is how well Jungkook fits in his arms and how much he wants to snuggle the boy until they’re both too warm to stay close to each other.
That and about how the younger’s ass pushes back into his crotch every time he shifts. He doesn’t want to make it weird. Honestly, his intentions were pure and it was no mystery that Jungkook was somewhat touch-starved. He wanted to change that, get Jungkook comfortable for late afternoon cuddles and snuggling while a movie plays on screen. Like he does with all his other close friends, like he’d done with Jimin that same evening. But somewhere along the way, it stopped being innocent cuddles that he was imagining and started being along the lines of cuddle-fucking. Even thinking of their position now brings heat to his face.
He has a feeling that Jungkook might be in the same boat- earlier encounter with Jimin standing as evidence. But he doesn’t want to take advantage of the kid. Jungkook trusts him enough to confide in him whenever something’s wrong or when he needs something pricier than what he has lying round the mansion and Taehyung appreciates that. He likes that Jungkook thinks of him as a friend and his suspicions might not be accurate at all. But that doesn’t stop his sleep-addled mind from wondering what it’d be like to have Jungkook, blushed a pretty shade of red, underneath him writhing and moaning. It doesn’t stop his sleep-slow body from rolling forward until he’s lying half on top of the younger brunette, hand laced with his next to the boy’s head.
That’s how morning finds them, tangled together with Taehyung providing a warm blanket for Jungkook’s bulky form.
He stirs slowly; rubbing his face into the surface under it- he realizes the expected surface is not the linen of his bed. It’s slightly sweaty and warm skin that smells like soap and something earthy. He inhales deeply before he can stop himself and his dick twitches.
“Fuck,” The sound is faint but he hears it loud and clear. Panic shoots through him and wakes him up with a start. He realizes just who he is snuggling and practically rubbing against and goes to pulls back hastily. Except- he can’t.
There’s an iron grip on his hand that doesn’t allow him to pull back as much as he’d want to and Jungkook is breathing heavily under him.
“Shit- sorry, I’m-” Words of apology die on his tongue as Jungkook whines low in his throat.
“N-no; no apologies.” Jungkook then surprises him by sticking his ass back out. “Do it again.” It’s more of a demand than he’d expected and Taehyung stares for a couple of seconds before shuffling forward to drop his head into the crook of Jungkook’s neck.
“Jungkookie, what are you asking me to do here?” He asks because he needs verbal confirmation. He needs to know the younger wants this as much as he does- and boy, does he want it. Wants Jungkook fully naked while he fucking mounts him. God, he can't remember when was the last time he’d wanted someone that much. He hears Jungkook’s heart beating. Feels the pulse of his hand it’s clutching his own and smells how Jungkook is just soaking up the scent of his bedding. It makes him groan, to know Jungkook will smell like him. He should probably be worried that it makes him all hot and bothered but he’s always been a little possessive.
“Tae,” Jungkook whimpers, “W- fuck- want you to fuck me, take care of me, please.” The younger cranes his head to the side and Taehyung sees how swollen the younger’s bottom lip is. Now, Jungkook’s mouth is usually shiny and red but in a situation like this it’s downright obscene.
“Yeah, baby? You want me to be good to you, pamper you and take care of you?” He whispers hotly against the younger’s cheek. “Want me to spread you with my cock?” He feels his own words heating his cheeks. He’s never been big on dirty talk but it seems to get Jungkook going. The words, or maybe even his growly tone, make Jungkook let out little grunts as he tries to get him to grind against his ass.
The combination of the two body heats is sweltering and there’s sweat beading at his temples and he’s still draped over Jungkook’s body. He scoots back and gives the younger some breathing room. Instead of getting off, he straddles the backs of the younger’s thighs, just under his ass. He runs his hands down Jungkook’s strong back, kneading at the muscle with long fingers.
“Fuck, that feels good.” Jungkook sighs and melts into the bed under his ministrations. Taehyung chuckles and digs his thumbs under Jungkook’s shoulder blades, the slight sheen of sweat making his glide smooth. He runs his hands over the exposed skin, dripping to the side to tease the younger’s nipples until they’re had and Jungkook’s whimpering again. Jungkook is so pliant that Taehyung wonders how he hadn’t noticed how tense Jungkook had been yesterday.
He could see it in Jungkook’s gaze from time to time. His eyes would sometimes dart all over the place like he was waiting for someone to come get him, waiting for the other shoe to drop. This happened less now but it was a common occurrence in the second month of their friendship. Still, Jungkook was always too tense before a deal and he had said he has business today. Taehyung hopes that the deal isn’t early in the morning because he plans on keeping Jungkook here for a while.
His hands drag down slowly until they reach the waistband of Jungkook’s joggers and he straightens up, one hand hooked and ready to pull them down while he watches Jungkook’s eyelashes flutter.
“Last chance, baby, if we pass this I’m not letting things go back to the way they were.” He admits hastily because no, he’s not going to let Jungkook pretend this right now isn’t happening.
Jungkook stiffens beneath him, seemingly leading a mental battle between bolting out the door and saying yes to a possible relationship. A long few seconds of silence and stillness on both ends Jungkook relaxed his body.
“Yeah, yeah. Go on.” The younger urged by wiggling his hips and Taehyung pulled the sweats and boxers down in one go.
It took a bit maneuvering and help from Jungkook before they were both naked and looking at each other with an intense hunger in their gazes. Taehyung, as much as he wants to take all of Jungkook in, turns him back to his front.
“Nnn, wanna see you.” Jungkook protests but he just squeezes the younger’s ass cheeks harshly, causing the protesting noises to turn into whimpers.
“We’ll get to that, right now I wanna eat you out.” He says as he eyes Jungkook’s muscular ass. He hears Jungkook mewl at the admission but it’s all white noise in his mind due to how much focus it’s taking him to hold it together. He uses his hands to spread the cheeks apart and lets them bounce together. He runs a finger over the younger’s hole and feels it twitch. A thought occurs to him that maybe this is Jungkook’s first time. It’s enough to cause concern and to snap him out of the lustful haze.
“Holy shit, is this- are you a virgin?” He asks, voice as level as it gets with how hard he is.
“What!? No!” Jungkook yelps indignantly. “I’m not a fucking virgin. Jesus Christ, Taehyung.” The younger turns back to look at him, embarrassment and irritation clear on his face.
“Alright, alright. Sorry, it’s not like we’ve talked about this.” He rolls his eyes and smacks a hand down onto the younger’s left cheek. “No need to get your panties in a bunch, babe.” He teased gently and Jungkook’s face turned a deeper shade of red, blush now coating his ears as well as the back of his neck.
“Whatever, c’mon.” Jungkook wiggled around again and Taehyung fought the urge to coo.
His bed was large enough that he had to actually get off it to reach the bedside table and get the stuff he’ll need. He thinks it’s good that he decided to do this now because if he’d started he wouldn’t be able to detach himself from Jungkook who looks delectable spread out on the bed like that. He takes a moment to appreciate the sight.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Jungkook squints at him, nose scrunching up cutely.
This time he does coo, “You mean it?” He quickly digs out his phone from under the pillow and Jungkook squeaks in protest as he snaps a photo (or a couple). How could he have not? When the light streaming through the windows is hitting Jungkook just right and basking his back and ass in a soft peachy glow, goosebumps rising all over the younger’s skin and his muscles flexing. Taehyung had to stop and appreciate the art.
“You’re terrible,” Jungkook complains because he does that a lot.
“You’re the one that offered,” He smiles and climbs back up to kneel behind Jungkook before pulling the younger up onto his knees as well. He hears Jungkook take in a shuddered breath as he ghosts hands over his tensed thighs. He leans forward and blows teasingly over the younger’s ass. The skin rises even more and Jungkook twitches his muscles minutely.
He leans forward and swipes a broad stripe with his tongue spread flat. Jungkook wails in response and he wonders if the younger had ever gotten eaten out. He doesn’t want to risk more interruptions and ask again so he continues with teasing but firm licks. He nips at the skin as he goes, marking little red spots that will fade, across his ass. He dips a finger in when Jungkook’s relaxed enough, adds his tongue into the mix. Enjoys the way the younger clenches around his digit, warm and velvety. He grunts as his dick twitches at the thought of being buried inside Jungkook’s ass. He attacks the ass with renewed vigor, all coherent thought leaving him- driven only by the task of opening Jungkook up enough for his length.
“Tae, fuck, if you don’t pull back I’m gonna come.” Jungkook’s voice is muffled by the pillow but Taehyung hears him loud and clear. Feels him shivering from pleasure as he fingers his ass and drips saliva all over his rim. He can't help the little choked off grunts he’s releasing, Jungkook writhing underneath him is as good as he’d imagined. He wiggles his tongue around and Jungkook shouts for a break.
They’re both panting and Taehyung sits back on his haunches, runs a hand through his messy hair and gathers the sweat that’s gathered on his forehead. He knows his face is a mess but he can't keep the grin off it as Jungkook rolls around to lie on his back and looks him in the eyes with the wildest look he’s ever seen.
“Holy fuck, how are you so good at that?” Jungkook breathes out in a single swoosh, trying to regain his breathing and Taehyung chuckles.
“Practice makes perfect.” He shrugs casually. In reality, it’s a natural gift and he doesn’t do it a lot but all the partners he’d had so far liked it.
“With Jimin, he has a nice ass." Jungkook’s eyes cloud over suddenly and Taehyung gapes at him.
Seriously, “Seriously?” Seriously. Taehyung can't hold back the snort that leaves him as Jungkook poutily turns to the side to avoid his gaze. “God, I knew you were jealous yesterday.” He coos out, it’s adorable. And he knows Jungkook knows he doesn’t have anything to be jealous of but it’s just how he sometimes is. It’s cute and not harmful and Taehyung adores his huffy look.
“Jimin’s as straight as the floors of my mansion.” Taehyung crawls forward slowly, covering Jungkook’s front and pointedly avoiding the younger’s leaking dick.
“I don’t know, Tae, there’s that dent in the library…” The younger trails off, still refusing to look at him but lifting his leg up as Taehyung grabs at it and pulls it over is thigh.
“That’s there only because you dropped a solid brass bowl onto it, jackass.” He bites at the younger’s collarbones. Suddenly distressed, he realizes he hadn’t kissed the younger yet and pulls up slightly to grasp Jungkook’s chin and turn his face his way.
“Sorry, it’s just, you guys are close and I didn’t think I could have this…” Jungkook waves vaguely and points at the two of them. He knows; Jungkook doesn’t really allow himself to have nice things, dedicated to giving nice things to other people instead.
“It’s okay, Kookie, I guess the couch cuddles didn’t really help ease your mind, huh?” He noses along the line of the younger’s neck and stops at the junction of his neck and shoulder. He plants a large hickey there and hisses as Jungkook arches up into him and promptly rubs their dick’s together.
“Tae,” Jungkook whines, “Kiss me.”
Usually he wouldn’t take orders so lightly but with how adorable Jungkook is, he lets it slide and finally connects their lips together. Jungkook moans into his mouth and it’s one of the best feelings he’d ever experienced. Until Jungkook realizes where his mouth’s been and abruptly pulls back with a grimace.
“Dude,” The younger brunet frowns and Taehyung laughs at his distraught face.
“Hey, it’s your ass!” He points out helpfully and Jungkook punches him in the shoulder.
Before he starts full-on laughing, he pulls back to focus on fingering Jungkook some more. The younger seems on-board with that and accepts the three fingers with a needy whine. His fingers a bony and long but fairly thick and Jungkook accepts them like a champ. He watches them go in and out of Jungkook, alternating pace from a slow drag to quick jabs to the younger’s prostate that have Jungkook lifting off the bed.
“C’mon, I’m ready.” Jungkook announces suddenly and Taehyung couldn’t agree more. He puts on a condom hastily, lubes himself up and pulls Jungkook’s other leg over his thigh as he rises to his knees.
“This isn’t gonna last long.” He says honestly as he pushes the head of his reddened dick into Jungkook’s loose hole. Jungkook’s moan is short and cracked like his voice. The boy’s very vocal and Taehyung loves that it’s not too high-pitched and that it sounds so fucking breathy.
He starts slow, let’s Jungkook adjust to him while he grips the younger’s muscular thighs. It starts out slow but the urge to pound into the younger recklessly takes over and before he knows it he’s thrusting his hips quickly with the aim of chasing his orgasm.
“Tae, fuck, talk to me. Wanna hear you.” Jungkook demands with his head thrown back, hands clutching at his pillow. Taehyung wonders what the younger would like to hear about.
“You look so good,” He settles on praises because they seem to get Jungkook’s dick to leak pre-cum. “Looks so damn pretty red and bruised from my teeth, marked up for all to see. My baby, gonna take care of you so good.” He growls out and Jungkook moans in return. He hefts the younger’s legs up until they’re on his shoulders and bends the boy in half, pleasantly surprised by the younger’s flexibility. He’s inches from the younger’s face, bleary eyes with tears in them staring at him- mouth bitten raw and drool running down his chin. Jungkook looks fucking obscene.
“God, you don’t even know, I’ve imagined you like this but it doesn’t even come close to the real thing. I’m not nearly as creative as I thought I was. You’re a fucking wet dream come to life, Jungkookie. Baby, baby boy. You’re so fucking tight even after I’ve taken my time and ate you out like a five course meal.” He’s losing track of his tongue and slurring words but it’s worth it- everything’s worth it- just to see the look on Jungkook’s face as he comes. Ropes of cum hit Taehyung’s chest and he didn’t even realize Jungkook had been rubbing against his abdomen all this time. He was too lost in trying to praise the living hell out of the masterpiece that is Jungkook.
“Tae, fuck, Tae.” Jungkook whines as his prostate is attacked. Taehyung takes advantage of the boy’s fucked out state and pulls out, pulls the condom off and quickly lubes the insides of Jungkook’s thighs. He pushes the legs together over his left shoulder and slots his aching dick between them. Jungkook mewls at the feeling of his erection dragging against the underside of his spent dick and moans at the sight of Taehyung’s cock disappearing between his thighs.
It’s not as warm as Jungkook’s ass and it’s less constricting but the trembling of the boy’s thighs gets him to the edge and just seeing Jungkook so fascinated by his dick gets him over it. He comes with a deep grunt and ads to the mess on Jungkook’s abdomen.
He lets Jungkook’s legs fall and bonelessly topples to the side. He’s out of breath and his heartbeat is skyrocketing but he laughs cheerfully, pleased and sated.
“Fuck yeah.” He mutters to himself but Jungkook hears him anyway- if the way the younger snorts is any indication.
“Fuck I need to reschedule the deal.” Jungkook groans and Taehyung finds it a little offensive that Jungkook’s thinking about business at a time like this.
“Staying for the day?” He turns to look at Jungkook who’s frowning at his phone. Oh, no; Taehyung knows this frown. It’s Jungkook’s insecurity frown. He hums instead of waiting for Jungkook’s answer and plasters himself to Jungkook’s side. “You’re staying for the day. The week, maybe the month. Move in with me?”
Jungkook almost gets whiplash from how fast he turns to look at him. “What the fuck, Tae?”
“C’mon, move in with me, you’re here most of the times already.” He snuggles closer to the crook of Jungkook’s neck.
“I- I can't do that- mum and my brother- and the neighborhood- I…” Jungkook gets a little choked off and Taehyung shushes him.
“I’m not asking you to stop providing for them, you can still do whatever you do but I’d like if you’d come back and snuggle me when you can. I’ll be at college for most of the forenoon and stuff but I’d… I like you Jungkook, I want to date you, we can do couple shit and all that jazz. I’ll buy you flowers and you’ll suck my dick. Match made in heaven.” He settles back as Jungkook looms over him with a quirked eyebrow.
“Want me to be your house bunny?” The younger teases.
“Nah, you’re free to go but I genuinely want you around for your company and not only your ass. Though, it is a magnificent ass.” He says cheekily and Jungkook huffs.
“I guess a deal can be made.”
“You gonna charm me into signing over half the mansion to you?”
“Nah, nothing like that- for now.”
They grin at each other and Jungkook settles onto his chest. It’s an easy thing to do now that they’ve gotten the sexual frustration out of the way. Taehyung looks forward to the future, his life with Jungkook probably won’t be as boring as it was when he was alone- the previous three months proving to be substantial evidence.
And if a few months later his father comes by to see him and finds a furniture set from one of the lounges missing, Taehyung blames it on the maid that’s been stealing silverware from them for a while now.