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Extra shifts are hard to come by even during the semester. The record shop is technically overstaffed for how not-busy it usually is, but the owner likes to keep kids around to run the till just in case. 

In case of what, Taehyung will never know. 

Either way, here he sits at the counter, waiting for customers who rarely show while slogging through his homework and pretending like his empty stomach isn’t trying to eat him from the inside out.  Which is exactly why he takes every shift he can get. Even though he’s attending university under a full scholarship and it’s great because that ride covers his classes and housing, the only slight problem is that it doesn’t cover necessities like food, bills, or book fees…

And he just dumped an entire summer’s worth of savings on his textbooks. He did his best to buy used ones online but a number of his professors insisted on their students having the newest editions, hence, he found himself forking over money and skipping meals. 

Thankfully, his boss keeps a bowl of candies in the break room so Taehyung has a few morsels to keep his blood sugar from absolutely tanking. (At least that’s the lie he’s telling himself when he pops another blue raspberry jolly rancher into his mouth.) 

He’s also glad that his boss has WiFi as that’s the only way Taehyung can send messages at the moment. He neglected to pay his phone bill in lieu of his last grocery run which means that when he doesn’t have internet, he disappears from everyone for pockets of time. 

Yawning and almost drooling out the hard candy, Taehyung coughs as he sucks it back into his mouth, practically choking. What a terribly embarrassing way to die, he thinks. 

Once he’s recovered from his hacking, he notices the record he’s been playing has reached its end. Slumping off of the stool and shuffling over to the record player, he carefully removes the vinyl and puts it back in its sleeve and onto the pile from where he’d taken it. He wanders the narrow aisles, dragging his fingers across the tops of the rows and rows of vinyls. 

Because he’s bored out of his mind and not in a studying headspace, he decides to play a game and let the universe decide which music to play next. Closing his eyes, he runs his pointer finger over numerous albums as he walks down the aisle back to his seat. Stopping where he feels his soul tug, his hand pauses midway through a bin. Hooking his fingernail between two records, he gently pulls the stack forward, opens his eyes, and looks to see what he chose. 

“Could be worse.” He shrugs as he carefully removes an Enya album. 

“Orinoco Flow is one of the best new age songs ever written.” 

Taehyung jumps a mile high at the man beside him. “When did you get here?” He scans him up and down. Clean-pressed business attire. Handsome. Older.

“Right when you turned down the aisle.” The man smiles at him. “You’re quite ethereal when you wander.”

Taehyung snorts and he covers his mouth. “Sorry, that…that was really cheesy.”

“Was it?” The man asks. “I suppose I’ve lost my touch, then.”

He snorts again but this time he’s actually amused. The man’s eyes have gone wide and round, giving way to his more boyish features. Maybe he’s not much older? 

“Is there something I can help you find?” Taehyung asks. He turns away from the man and walks back behind the counter to put the record on. The first chords of the album brush softly through the speakers. He lowers the volume a tad and steps back out in front of the register. 

The man is quietly browsing across from where Taehyung had left him. The light from the front windows casts him into silhouette, accentuating his strong jaw and prominent nose. His fingers work deftly as he flips from one album to the next and the next. 

Taehyung is just a man. What he wouldn’t give to sit on a face like that with those strong hands wrapped around his thighs or his fingers in his–

“I’m looking for something to gift a friend.” The man’s smooth voice pulls Taehyung from his dirty thoughts. “She’s not picky with music; I feel like she already has everything.”

His heart stammers when the man glances up at him with a shy smile and a twinkle in his eye. Okay, yeah, maybe he’s a bit older given the slight crows feet and smile lines. 

Taehyung sidles up close to him. If anything, maybe some gentle flirting will get the man to buy an album or two. Not that his boss keeps track of anyone’s sales or anything. It’s just that Taehyung feels good when people buy from him. It makes him feel useful and he likes feeling useful. 

Without breaking eye contact, Taehyung stretches his right arm in front of the man and blindly sifts through four crinkly-plastic wrapped albums before finding the next cardboard one. He pulls the record out of the stack, smiles when he sees it’s an artist he’s never once heard of in his entire life, and hands it over. 

“Here.” Taehyung looks at the cover again. “How about…Quatermass by…Quatermass…”

“It has pterodactyls on the front.” The man’s smile curls up higher in amusement. 

For some ungodly reason, Taehyung lets out his best pterodactyl impression. He’s never been so dumb in his entire life and yet he’s immediately rewarded by the cutest giggle.

Okay, yeah. Taehyung would absolutely kiss this man if given the opportunity.

His stomach growls loudly, gnawing on his right rib as a reminder of just how empty he is. The man looks down at Taehyung’s hand that had quickly flown up to hold himself. 

“Sounds like the baby pterodactyl needs some lunch.” He flicks Taehyung’s chin and giggles at his own comment. 

Taehyung groans playfully and walks away. Perched back up on his stool, he’s shocked to see the man approach the counter, place the album down, and search for his wallet.

After ringing up the total, the man hands over his card. Taehyung snatches it from him with a smirk. It’s one of those metal credit cards and not the flimsy plastic kind that he constantly threatens to throw away because they burn through his money on bills and other essentials. 

He offers to wrap the album in paper but the man declines. As he walks away, Taehyung leans far over the counter to watch him. Gods alive, he fills out a pair of slacks. Maybe if Taehyung ate him, that would satiate him for a while. 

Sighing, he gets back to his homework but his efforts are useless. He’s too hungry and too tired and a wee bit too horny. The clock on the wall says he has four more hours to his shift. He groans and drops his head onto his book. It’s gonna be a long evening. 

Or so he thinks. 

Not more than ten minutes later, the man returns. Taehyung’s heart drops a beat, fretting that maybe something happened to the record or maybe he’s already returning it. 

Instead, the man marches up to the counter and plops down a bag with a sandwich, chips, and a juice box. As if on cue, Taehyung’s stomach roars. 

“Jesus, when was the last time you ate?” The man asks, pushing the food closer until Taehyung quietly accepts it with a nod of thanks. 

“Yesterday morning.” He doesn’t have the faintest idea why he’s being honest. He’s never honest about this, even with his friends. The last thing he needs is for anyone to feel sorry for him. 

“How come?”

Taehyung shakes his head and taps his textbook. “These bad boys.”

The man hums.

“What’s your name?” Taehyung asks with a shy smile. “I wanna know who to thank.”

“Jungkook.” The man’s eyes brighten a bit.  

“Well, thank you, Jungkookie, for bringing me lunch.” Taehyung pulls out a napkin from the plastic bag and scrawls a quick flower onto it and slides it over. 

A light blush dusts Jungkook’s face as he accepts the paper and huffs. “And here I was thinking you were gonna ask me to call you.”

Taehyung grins. He’d thought about it. But the likelihood of him being able to send a timely reply is low and he doesn’t feel like admitting to that level of broke. 

His grin evolves into a deep blush when Jungkook pulls out his wallet and takes out a business card. He borrows the green pen resting in the crack of Taehyung’s book and jots his number down. 

“And what’s your name, honey?”

“Taehyung.”

“Call me next time your stomach growls. I’ll take you to dinner. How’s that sound, Taehyung?” Jungkook replaces the pen and pushes the card between the pages like a bookmark.

Taehyung nods. He likes how Jungkook says his name. “Yeah, okay.”

“That’s a good boy.” Jungkook taps the edge of the counter. “Now eat your lunch and get back to studying. See you.”

Taehyung waves bashfully after the man turns away from him. “See you.” 

***

Three days later, Taehyung is back on the stool behind the counter. He‘d finally paid his phone bill so now he’s catching up with some of his friends instead of studying. One of them, who was particularly worried by his absence, has offered him a third part time job but the hours conflict with his class schedule. 

He frowns and whines. He wishes he had someone he could reach out to, someone he didn’t feel bad asking for help with groceries once in a while. He’s starting his second job tomorrow evening and that should help, but he’s just so tired. What he wouldn’t give to be able to go ‘home’.

His boss hollers down from the office loft, asking if he can hang around for another hour and Taehyung agrees. Anything for an extra buck. 

Call me next time your stomach growls. Jungkook’s voice echoes in his mind. 

Taehyung had wanted to text him that night just to see if the offer was legitimate, but he‘d chickened out before he could press send. Tonight, however, he can feel a headache coming on. If he doesn’t eat something soon, he’ll be toast. 

Taehyung: hey Jungkook it’s Tae

He suspects he’ll be waiting for an eternity to get a response. 

Jungkook: hey! I was hoping you’d reach out

Taehyung flushes hot all over. Is it even appropriate to straight up tell a stranger ‘I’m hungry buy me food’?

Jungkook: is that tummy of yours in need of a good meal?

“Ugh. Why does he sound so cute?” Taehyung grumbles aloud. 

Taehyung: if your offer still stands, yes, please

Jungkook: so polite. Of course it is, honey. 

Jungkook: are you working tonight? 

Taehyung: yeah, I get off in an hour

Jungkook: perfect, I’ll be downstairs waiting 

Taehyung: 🥺 ok

Taehyung drops his head in his hands and sighs. Partially, because that was way easier than he’d expected. Also, because now he’s sweating from nerves. 

Is this a date? Is Jungkook just bored and lonely and wants company? Or is there something else he’s looking for? 

Despite being self-aware enough to know he isn’t bad looking, Taehyung doesn’t exactly think he’s a catch. So, yes, he’s hungry and won’t turn down a free meal. If there’s a price to be paid…well. Then again, who is he to deny spending time with an attractive man? Who cares if he’s a little older? Maybe it is just platonic. Taehyung can definitely do platonic. No need to get horny. Although it really has been forever since he’s slept with anyone so he wouldn’t exactly complain if that’s what Jungkook is after. 

“Ok, chill the fuck out, Taehyung, damn.” He exhales to himself and shakes out his hands to relieve some stress. 

Looking at the clock, he still has another fifty-five minutes before the end of his shift. There’s no chance in hell that he’ll be able to focus on his homework now. Instead, he gets up and grabs a duster and starts dusting all of the displays and shelves while humming along to the big band record playing over the speakers. 

He’s considerably more relaxed and his mood is much lighter by the time he trots down the stairs to the ground floor. There, leaning against a sparkling clean black porsche, stands a well-suited, slick haired, handsome as fuck Jungkook, grinning from ear to ear the second he lays eyes on Taehyung. 

The sight takes Taehyung’s breath away and he desperately tries not to think about how grubby he looks in his shabby jeans and old university hoodie. 

“Hey.” Taehyung’s voice shakes. 

Jungkook opens the car door and gestures for Taehyung to get in. “Ready when you are, baby.”

That pet name really shouldn’t do it for Taehyung, yet he is nothing but a weak man. Whatever anxieties he still harbors are pushed to the wayside when he steps up to the open door and presses a shy kiss to Jungkook’s cheek. 

“Your scar is cute.” He says before ducking into the vehicle thanking whichever demon had possessed him to make such a bold move because the smile on Jungkook’s face is worth the gamble. 

On the way to dinner, Jungkook asks Taehyung about his day. About his classes and teachers. If he’s in any clubs or a fraternity. 

“Fraternities cost money and dignity.” Taehyung quips. 

Jungkook laughs and nods. “Yes to both. I wanted to avoid the fraternity route myself but my dad wouldn’t let me.”

“Good old college boy traditions.” Taehyung rolls his eyes. He almost sasses more, except he clamps his mouth shut as they pull up to the curb and a valet attendant comes to open his door. 

“Leave your stuff, baby.” Jungkook says when Taehyung scoops up his backpack. 

Placing it down into the footwell, Taehyung steps out of the vehicle and thanks the attendant who nods politely in return. Jungkook joins him on the sidewalk and escorts him toward the door with a hand resting warmly on his lower back. 

Under normal circumstances, Taehyung hates being guided by someone’s touch, but this restaurant is terribly fancy and Taehyung feels incredibly out of place so Jungkook’s gentle guidance is a godsend.

At the hostess podium where Jungkook checks them in, Taehyung leans into the older man to quell his nerves. He’s never dreamt of being in a place like this. 

Jungkook insists that Taehyung walk ahead of him as they follow the hostess to their table and then he steps up quickly enough to pull Taehyung’s chair out for him. 

The younger’s ‘thank you’ is so small and so shy that he’s surprised Jungkook even hears him. 

“Are you always this chivalrous?” Taehyung asks, hiding behind his menu. 

Jungkook lowers it with a finger to better see Taehyung’s face. “No. Feels necessary with you though.”

Taehyung slackens the menu and gives Jungkook a scoff of disbelief. “That’s a line if I’ve ever heard one.”

“Would you gentlemen care for some wine this evening?” A uniformed waiter asks. 

“No, thank you.” Jungkook replies and then orders himself a coke. 

Taehyung gets the same, not wanting to impose more than he ought to. Jungkook orders a couple of appetizers, too, and the waiter leaves them alone. 

“I don’t drink unless absolutely required.” Jungkook explains. “And even then I usually find a way out of it. It makes me do stupid shit.”

Taehyung lifts his shoulders to his ears demonstrably. “I used to drink a lot at parties but I can’t really stomach it anymore.”

“A gorgeous boy like you shouldn’t be wasting his time at parties, anyway.” Jungkook smiles up at the waiter dropping off their drinks and a basket of warm dinner rolls. 

“Then where should I be wasting my time?” Taehyung asks, reaching for a dinner roll and trying to avoid eye contact after being called gorgeous. 

Jungkook takes the roll from him and tears it apart before swiping a pad of whipped butter on it and setting it on Taehyung’s plate. “With people who appreciate you, spoil you, take care of you.” 

Jungkook repeats the action with a roll for himself while observing Taehyung closely. The older man is so bold and the younger doesn’t know how to respond to it. 

“Don’t you have a wife and kids somewhere to worry about?” 

“Do I look like a man who has a wife and kids?” Jungkook’s eyebrow quirks playfully. 

Taehyung shrugs and then stuffs half of the roll into his mouth. The butter is sweetened with sugar and spiced cinnamon and he moans from the combination. If he could melt into his seat, he would.  

Jungkook sets his roll down onto his plate and tilts his head. “I’m more like a man who would have a husband and kids. But I spent most of my youth getting to where I am now. And I’m afraid I’m past my prime where stereotypical domesticity is concerned.”

“That's silly.” Taehyung frowns around another bite. “I think you’d make a handsome husband.”

“You don’t even know me. What if I’m a terrible person?”

“I didn’t say anything about your personhood. Just that you’re awful nice to look at.” Taehyung mimics Jungkook’s head tilt, opens his eyes wide, and flutters his lashes coyly.  

“You’re cheeky, aren’t you.”

“Well, I do have two sets. Might as well make the most of them, you know?”

Jungkook chokes on his next bite and Taehyung giggles. He offers Jungkook his own glass of water and watches the man’s adam’s apple bob up and down. The movement makes him sweat harder than a cold soda can in the summer sun. 

Taehyung should probably have any thoughts other than wondering what it’d be like to climb into the older man’s lap. He should be enjoying the appetizers just placed in front of them. Or perhaps getting to know more about the man he’s sharing them with. The problem is that he hasn’t been this attracted to another human being before. Screw starving, he’s thirsting. 

“Jungkookie, can I kiss you?”

“Baby, we haven’t even eaten yet.”

“So?” Taehyung pouts and scoots to the edge of his chair to nudge his foot against Jungkook’s calf muscle. It doesn’t seem to bother Jungkook in the slightest. Either the man is just as interested or he has the patience of a saint. “Just one, please?”

Jungkook’s soft gaze turns heavy. “No, baby. Because I know the second I kiss you I’ll want to devour you.”

Taehyung swallows around nothing, mouth completely dry. “Being devoured sounds really nice.”

“Then hurry up and eat your food and you can come home with me.” Jungkook calls the waiter over and orders them a large, shareable pasta.

“I knew that’s all you wanted.” Taehyung pretends to be miffed. “To get into my pants.”

Jungkook smirks, seeing right through him. “Would that be so wrong?”

Taehyung shakes his head, shoves the last of his roll into his mouth, and licks the sweet butter off of his fingertips. 

***

It’s late by the time they make it to Jungkook’s. As it turns out, Jungkook had Taehyung in a fit of giggles throughout dinner. Maybe he’s just crushing hard or maybe Jungkook is actually funny, Taehyung doesn’t know. 

He isn’t sure what he expected when they turn onto the hidden driveway in an expensive neighborhood, but it certainly wasn’t a sprawling white hacienda style home with huge windows, warm external lighting, and red clay roof tiles. 

“Wow.” Taehyung says when he walks through the mud room and into a large dining space just off the kitchen. “You live here by yourself?”

Jungkook nods. “My best friend’s dad built this home when we were kids. I couldn’t pass it up when they decided to sell.”

“Damn, in love with your bestie that bad?” Taehyung teases and walks further into the house, through a cavernous living area, and toward a long wall of windows with a set of doors that leads to an outdoor courtyard. 

Without asking permission, he unlatches the doors and swings them open, gasping at the cool night air hitting his face and the calming sound of a rushing fountain. Jungkook follows along behind him quietly. Whenever Taehyung gasps and looks back at him for reassurance, he smiles to let him know that his exploration is totally fine. 

The man’s strides are long and lazy with his hands in his pockets, back straight, shoulders open. Taehyung thinks Jungkook is even more handsome with the warm glow of the lights spilling across his face and strong body. Much to Taehyung’s detriment, Jungkook had casually stated that he works out regularly as a hobby. Taehyung personally can’t comprehend himself doing something like that, but he certainly won’t complain about benefiting in other ways from that kind of hard work. 

Before plopping down onto the white cushioned all-weather patio couch, Taehyung gets a glimpse into what must be the master bedroom. The bed looks hastily made, two ties are strewn across it, and a pair of glasses rest on the dresser. 

“So do you always bring pretty boys home?” He asks, crossing his legs. The older man had complimented him enough over dinner that his confidence is boosted more than during any of his other hook-ups. 

Jungkook sits beside him, arm on the back of the couch, resting his head on his hand. “No, just you.”

“How about pretty girls?”

“Nope. Just you.”

“So you’re telling me that my pterodactyl impression is what got you going?” Taehyung has been trying to keep himself flirtatious yet distant. But the longer Jungkook stares at him, the weaker his resolve. 

He wants to be under Jungkook so badly. Wants to be touched and groped and kissed stupid until his legs fall open only to wrap around that firm waist. 

Jungkook inhales softly. “I bought this house because it’s basically the home I grew up in. Yoongi’s mom took good care of us while our dads worked their asses off. When they downsized, I couldn’t let it go.”

Taehyung picks at the cuffs of his sweatshirt. Being attached to a place is entirely unfamiliar to him; he doesn’t really know what to say to that aside from a small ‘that’s sweet’. 

“It’s too quiet here unless they come over for dinner so my evenings are usually rather dull. Not that it matters because I work too much to enjoy it.” Jungkook adjusts slightly and Taehyung almost whimpers when he doesn’t pull him into his lap. “But then I walked into that record store on a whim and a pretty boy screeched at me like a fucking banshee. That kept me laughing for a good twenty-four hours. You and your big eyes and the embarrassed moue of your mouth.”

He finally reaches for Taehyung and the younger straddles him without any unnecessary persuasion. Just as he’d suspected, Jungkook’s large hands are hot against his skin when they snake up under his shirt. His thumbs dig into his hip bones and then up along his stomach to his ribs. 

“If I’m being completely honest, I initially only wanted to fuck you. It’s been forever since I’ve spent time with anyone. I’d figured you were sweet, that maybe we’d have fun for a date or two. And I know I’d be right.” Jungkook pauses to make sure he has Taehyung’s full attention. “But then you told me about school and your scholarship. You told me about your friends and your career plans.”

Taehyung huffs. His dreams are big, but the world is bigger. Career plans now are nothing but wishful thinking for kids like him. If he can get a date or two with someone who looks like that dream, he’ll call that a win. 

Jungkook must pick up on his brooding because he rubs his hands gently along Taehyung’s sides. “You mentioned setting aside your hobbies for the sake of time. You mentioned a second job and barely sleeping and don’t think I didn’t notice the side comment about your cell service. I’ve seen you twice and both times you were ravenous. So tell me, Taehyung, who takes care of you besides you?”

Taehyung’s brain stammers. Nobody’s asked him that before. Nobody’s pried between the records of his heart to find what’s hidden. “Me. Just me.”

He doesn’t have the heart to tell Jungkook the full truth. Not tonight anyway. Not when he’s clambering to keep his attention where he wants it by running his hands through Jungkook’s hair and brushing his fingertips along the shells of his ears and down his jawline. If he thinks too hard about anything else, he’ll come undone. 

“Where’s home, baby? When was the last time you were home?”

Taehyung swallows. He’s fought off his college friends’ curiosities but he can’t seem to fight off Jungkook’s. Maybe he doesn’t need to have the heart to tell him. Maybe he just needs to hand over what he has and let Jungkook decide what to do with it. 

“My dorm is home.” He sits back a bit to give himself some space. He’s feeling crowded but not uncomfortably so and Jungkook braces his lower back to support him when he wobbles. “There’s nowhere else.”

The older man hums but there isn’t an ounce of pity in his eyes. If anything, he looks determined. “I’m sure campus is an easier living situation for you, considering the circumstances, so we don’t have to do anything about that. But what if we agreed that your main job should just be class and studying? What if we agreed that together we do a weekly grocery run? And that I take you to dinner a couple of times a week? It’ll get me out of the office earlier and you out of this hunger cycle.”

”Are you asking if you can be my sugar daddy?” Taehyung giggles despite the offer sending shivers through his entire body. He’s heard about these kinds of arrangements and had always joked that he’d accept one in a heartbeat if only so he can eat regularly for a week or two before dipping. And now it’s happening. And he’s sitting right in its lap, playing with its dangly earrings, and wanting to kiss it square on the mouth. 

“If you let me pay your phone bill, you can call me whatever you want.” Jungkook’s sultry tone actually sounds like he’s the one begging. 

Taehyung contemplates for a few breaths. Admittedly, he’d also only hoped for a good meal and a quick fuck. Yet there’s something simmering about sitting on this veranda, surrounded by pleasant ambient noise and tucked up safely in this man’s sincere gaze. “Okay, Jungkookie, but only if we seal it with a kiss.”

Jungkook smirks. “You’ve already been warned that if I kiss you I’m–”

“Going to devour me. Yes, and you’d better or else.” 

“Or else what?” Jungkook allows Taehyung to grip his hair and pull his head back to angle his face a bit. 

“Or I won’t let you be my daddy.” 

Jungkook grunts happily when Taehyung connects their lips. He lets him toy for a minute. Lets Taehyung kiss playfully. Pecking and smirking. Nipping gently while tugging at his hair. But then Taehyung goes for a particularly adventurous bite and Jungkook bites back. 

He sucks at Taehyung’s bottom lip and then laps his tongue into his mouth when he gasps. Their teeth clatter in their urgency and Taehyung can’t seem to get close enough no matter how much he presses himself against Jungkook. 

He paws desperately at the buttons of Jungkook’s shirt and yelps when Jungkook stands with ease, hoisting Taehyung by the backs of his thighs, and walks them toward the doors leading into the bedroom. 

Taehyung manages to assist by turning the knob and tilting his head back to push the door open. Jungkook takes advantage of his exposed neck and sucks a big bruise below his jaw. Wiggling to be set down, Taehyung quickly kicks off his shoes while Jungkook does the same. 

“Off. Off.” Taehyung tugs on Jungkook’s collar before pulling off his sweatshirt and t-shirt in one go. “Oh god.” He groans and approaches Jungkook like he’s seeing heaven for the first time. “Guys my age could never.” He says while running his hands up and down Jungkook’s naked and firm torso. The tattoos trailing down his right arm are vibrant and beautiful. 

Jungkook isn’t shredded like some of the guys Taehyung’s been with before. There’s definitely evidence that he enjoys a hearty meal once in a while and also that he can probably bench Taehyung without breaking a sweat. Taehyung grips at his waist and drags his hands up to cup his pecs. “Holy shit, you’re sexy.” 

“Gotta admit, thirty-eight year old me never thought I’d hear that again.” 

“You’re kidding, right?” Taehyung leans down to capture one of Jungkook’s nipples between his lips. He’d spend days on his knees worshiping this man’s body. 

“My age? No, I–” Jungkook’s breathing grows more rapid with each tug and pull of Taehyung’s teeth. 

“Oh shush, I don’t care about your age.” Taehyung tuts, returning to his full height and dropping his hands to unfasten Jungkook’s belt. “Sounds like you need someone around here to tell you how hot you are.” 

Jungkook lowers his head and exhales hungrily against Taehyung’s clavicle as the younger eases his hand into the older’s slacks and down his briefs. He’s still soft until Taehyung starts to gently massage him. His own breaths grow heavier as Jungkook works his lips against his neck and collarbones. 

“Baby,” Jungkook slips his arm around Taehyung’s waist and pulls him so they’re pressed chest to chest. The angle is a tad awkward for Taehyung’s hand in Jungkook’s pants yet it doesn’t deter him. “Can I eat you out?”

In all of the sexual encounters he’s had previously, Taehyung has never had anyone come close to eating him out. In fact, the only time he’s ever bottomed is by himself, everyone’s always treated him like a top and he’s always gone along with it despite craving otherwise. 

It must be obvious that he’s mulling it over because Jungkook continues. “I know you’ve had a long day today, would you be more comfortable if you showered? It doesn’t bother me either way. I just want you to feel good.”

At that, the younger nods. “Join me in the shower?”

“No, baby. I have very little self control tonight. If I get in there I’ll end up fucking you against the wall.” 

Taehyung gently squeezes Jungkook’s fully hard cock, pulling a groan from him. “What if I want that?”

Jungkook’s voice is airy and humid against Taehyung’s lips. “I mean, if that’s what you really want then I will. But there’s a whole king sized bed right here calling your name.”

They kiss for a moment longer, Taehyung mostly sucking on Jungkook’s tongue and then his lip before backing away completely. He smiles because of how pink the older man’s lips are. 

“Help me undress, then?” He offers. 

Both of Jungkook’s hands work the button and zipper of Taehyung’s jeans and he kneels when he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his underwear. Taehyung nods permission, wiggles his hips slightly to assist, and gasps as Jungkook trails kisses from his navel to his hip. 

“Step out.”

Taehyung obeys by stepping out of his clothing, ever grateful that he almost never wears socks until it’s unbearably cold outside. Otherwise, he’d feel totally goofy standing there in only his socks. 

“You’re gorgeous, Taehyung.” Jungkook says it like an incantation. A bewitching of the younger’s pounding heart. 

To calm himself while Jungkook takes in the full scope of his body, inspecting his thighs and knees and shins with his lips, Taehyung wraps his arms around himself. It’s overwhelming to be this intensely centered in someone’s attention. He’s suddenly aware of how skinny he is, how undefined he is, how much of himself he’s lost over the years, and it hurts. It breaks him a little. 

“C-can I go shower?” He asks breathlessly. 

Jungkook looks up through his lashes from Taehyung’s inner mid-thigh where he’s been sucking a bruise. There’s a look of concern on his face but Taehyung tempers it immediately by threading his hands through Jungkook’s hair. 

“If you keep touching me like this, I’ll pass out.” He fakes a small smile. There’s a time and place for having a mini meltdown over experiencing being cherished for the first time and now is not it. 

Jungkook stands and envelopes him in a hug while walking him backwards into the en-suite bathroom. He lets go to turn on the tap and grab a towel for Taehyung. There’s a metal rack bolted to the wall right outside the shower door where he drapes the towel and then clicks a button. 

“A warming rack. It’ll turn itself off in about thirty minutes.” Jungkook explains. “Take however long you want.” 

Taehyung nods and quickly reaches for Jungkook. He’d thought about kissing him but he can’t shake the warmth of having those arms encasing him. Jungkook moves so easily, slipping his strength around him like it’s his only purpose in life. 

He lets go only once he feels the hot steam of water on his back. Stepping under is like a power wash to his emotions and he sighs loudly. The door clicks shut and he’s left alone. 

Opening his eyes, he realizes this is the first time he’s been alone in a bathroom in three years and the first time he’s been guaranteed full privacy in his entire life. Growing up in group homes and then dorm life will cultivate a certain kind of twitchyness at always being walked in on. 

It’s never really bothered him much but that’s because it’s all he’s ever known. He stands under the spray, imagining that his pores can soak in the water and fill his lungs like a sponge. Maybe Jungkook will let him spend the night. Maybe someday he’ll get to wander the house all by himself – he hasn’t experienced that in years either. 

After a few more moments of solitude, Taehyung rushes through his shower. He cleans himself as best he can without losing too much focus and tries calming his nerves over the idea of finally having someone’s mouth sucking at his asshole. He’s painfully hard just thinking about it. 

Done with his shower, Taehyung wraps himself up in a towel so warm and fluffy that he moans into the excess fabric. 

“I need one of those racks immediately.” Taehyung says when he steps into the bedroom. “Holy shit.”

He pauses for a second before dropping his towel in a wet heap and clamors onto the bed to straddle Jungkook’s lap. 

“No, don’t move yet,” Taehyung says urgently as he takes in this glorious sight. 

Jungkook looks at him overtop of the book in his hands and through the glasses now perched on his nose. He’s in just his briefs and Taehyung thinks he might actually combust from all the noisy fluttering in his chest. 

“Okay, this look is unbearably sexy. I’m gonna need you to never read with your glasses on ever again or I will actually suck your dick off.” 

Jungkook cackles so hard that his head hits the wall behind him. After setting his book on the side table, he traces a finger up from the base of Taehyung’s cock to the tip. “You’re already leaking, baby.” 

Whimpering, Taehyung’s hips jolt subtly as Jungkook thumbs at his slit and rubs his pre-cum around the crown. The next dribble collects on his nail and Jungkook brings his thumb to his mouth to taste. 

“Just as sweet as you are.” He says.

Taehyung thinks Jungkook very well might eat him if his predatory gaze is anything to go by. 

“Scoot back a bit.” Jungkook pats the younger’s thigh. He moves until he’s sitting between spread thighs. “God. Look at you. So perfect on display like this.”

Taehyung does feel totally exposed. His feet are planted on either side of Jungkook’s hips with his knees bent. The head of his cock is wet against his stomach, sticky with pre-cum. 

Jungkook rubs his hands up Taehyung’s shins and squeezes right below the knees. Bending forward, he kisses the inside of his leg and down his right, inner thigh and then buries his mouth in the crevice of his hip. 

Taehyung leans back on his hands, face falling up to the ceiling in a heaving inhale. “Ah, fuck.” He breathes, spreading his legs wider as Jungkook takes his cock into his mouth. “How can you bend like that? I can’t even touch my toes.” 

Jungkook chuckles around him. The hum and vibration tremors through every single one of Taehyung’s nerves and turns him into a live wire. He’s desperate to close his eyes and experience this whole thing blindly but he doesn’t want to miss any second of Jungkook’s pretty lips sucking at the head of his dick, his tongue lapping along his length, his mouth engulfing him down to the base, nose pressed hard into his trimmed pubic hair. 

When Jungkook swallows around him, Taehyung groans. Every blowjob he’s ever had has been rushed and only served to get him hard before he fucked into a hole. But this…Jungkook licks and sucks and swallows around him like he’s his favorite lollipop. Like he wants to take his time. Like he wants Taehyung to…

“I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.” He huffs. His chest rapidly rises and falls, his heart races. “Fuck. Jungkook.”

He drops from his hands to his elbows and bucks his hips up into Jungkook’s mouth. “Sorry. Shit. Oh god.”

His tummy clenches so hard that he’s afraid he might start cramping. His legs spread wider and he arches his back until he can’t help but fuck up into the hot, tight mouth sucking him down. Trusting that Jungkook would stop him if he didn’t want this, Taehyung keeps thrusting upwards. Jungkook holds still so he can take what he wants, fuck how he wants. 

He drops fully onto his back, putting most of his weight into his shoulders, while gripping at Jungkook’s legs to keep himself grounded and supported. The gagging around his cock when he hits the back of Jungkook’s throat is exactly what fucks him up the most. “M’gonna cum gonna cum gonna…uuuh.”

His whole body shakes as he groans loudly into the otherwise quiet bedroom. Jungkook’s hand supports Taehyung’s ass to keep his hips raised off the bed. He bobs his head a dozen more times, sucking Taehyung absolutely dry, only setting him down once the younger is whining and struggling to get away. 

Jungkook wipes the back of his hand across his lips and a wicked grin grows on his face that crawls all the way to his eyes. Taehyung’s never seen anyone so devious after pulling an orgasm from another person before. 

“I need a minute.” Taehyung covers his face with his forearms and Jungkook chuckles. 

“Take your time, baby.” 

Warmth radiates through his body as Jungkook grips firmly just above his hips. He holds him still, not rubbing or pinching, just holding. The act grounds Taehyung. It gives him something to breathe through. Something to help center him. 

“My entire body is buzzing what the fuck.” He finally says once his words come back to him. 

“Well, when the buzzing calms down, I want you up here on your belly.” Jungkook pats the space beside him. 

Taehyung groans. “I don’t think I can go through another orgasm like that.” 

“Come on, Tae.” Jungkook smirks. “Your next one won’t be anything like that. Now, be a good boy and come lay on your stomach for me.”

Taehyung obeys, albeit slowly. He’s sluggish and loopy. Giggly, too, when Jungkook’s fingers brush against his sides, tickling him accidentally. 

“You still okay with me eating you out?” 

“Please.” Taehyung buries his face in the crook of his elbow and then raises it to speak clearly. “Just don’t be too good at it because this is my first time bottoming and if you’re too good then you’ll ruin me and you’ll be stuck with me forever.”

Jungkook snorts. “You say that as if I wasn’t planning on ruining you for exactly that.”

Taehyung laughs nervously for a couple of reasons. One, he’s terrified by how completely serious he is. Two, he’s terrifying by how completely serious Jungkook sounds. 

The man behind him nudges his legs apart a smidge more and gets comfortable. He kneads Taehyung’s ass for a moment and chuckles. 

“I can’t believe you said you have two sets of cheeks so you might as well use them.” 

“Shut up.” Taehyung wiggles his hips hoping for a smack, complaining when he doesn’t get one. 

“Baby, I’m gonna make one very thing clear: I don’t enjoy impact play and I don’t enjoy degradation. I do, however, love orgasm denial so if you wanna get cheeky, then that’s on you.” He pinches Taehyung’s left buttcheek and it makes him squeak.  

“I don’t even know what that means.” Taehyung teases.

“Then fuck around and find out.” Jungkook pulls him apart and presses his mouth against Taehyung’s entrance before dropping a huge glob of spit over it. 

It’s strange having someone’s face in his ass. The thought of it distracts him for a second until Jungkook’s thumb rubs around his hole. 

“Oh!” He shivers when Jungkook blows softly against his wet rim. 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be gentle, I promise. And if you don’t like it, then we stop. Is that clear?”

“Clear.”

“Good boy.”

Taehyung whines again. He loves being told he’s good – had no idea it could set his brain on fire the way it does. When Jungkook had said it to his face, he’d preened. When he’d texted it to him, he’d melted. Now, it makes Taehyung want to rock into the bed below him and desperately beg to be touched. 

Jungkook kisses him a few more times, lingering longer, tongue lapping lazily at him in ways Taehyung didn’t think anyone would ever enjoy. He’s eaten pussy before and he’d do it again in a heartbeat. Maybe eating ass would do the same for him. Maybe Jungkook will let him try, he’s always wanted to and he’d thought about it on that first day. Just like he’d thought about sitting on Jungkook’s tongue. 

The tongue that’s now pressing and prodding. Pushing its way into Taehyung with an almost feverish need. He convinces himself to relax. To breathe. To not buck his hips back for more. God, he wants more. 

“Jungkookie,” he whines pitifully. 

“Yeah, baby?” Jungkook’s voice sounds absolutely wrecked. 

“More, please. Keep going.”

“Whatever you want, baby.” Jungkook spits on him again, this time pressing a finger to his hole and pushing in to the first knuckle, then the second, then all the way. 

Taehyung moans. He’s finger fucked himself numerous times and he owns two dildos that he’s very much attached to. But he’s never been probed like this by someone else. It could be that he’s still overly sensitive from his first orgasm. It could also be the way Jungkook pulls him further open and pushes his tongue alongside his finger. 

Slowly dragging his finger in and out, Jungkook takes every opportunity to kiss him and slurp at him. He’s making an utter mess. A mess of Taehyung’s already exposed nerves. A mess of spit and drool. A mess of his own face. 

Taehyung gets a glimpse of it when he cranes to look back. Jungkook has a fiery frown on his spit-slicked face and his lips fall into a horny “o” when he presses two fingers into Taehyung instead of just the one. When he dives back in with his tongue, Taehyung drops his head back onto the bed and moans. 

“Oh god.” He mumbles against the sheets. His legs spread as Jungkook crooks his fingers over his prostate and massages until Taehyung is whining and whimpering. 

“Please.” Taehyung heaves. “I’ve been good, please let me cum.”

Jungkook comes up for air and huffs. “Darling, this isn’t what orgasm denial feels like. I’m not denying you a single thing right now. Let go.”

Taehyung whines again as Jungkook presses his tongue in between his working fingers. With each thrust, he drags them hard against his prostate until Taehyung’s hips are rutting against his will, rubbing his aching cock against the mattress while he cries and begs. 

It’s then that Jungkook stops thrusting his fingers and focuses solely on massaging his prostate. Deep and insistent. Over and over and over until Taehyung is shaking and trembling, clenching around those fingers and cumming so hard he wails and sobs. 

“There we go, baby. There we go.” Jungkook whispers against Taehyung’s skin and nips at the roundness of his ass. He keeps his fingers lodged inside while he raises himself and slowly crawls his way up the length of Taehyung’s back. He kisses each vertebrae and hooks his fingers gently inside of him with each drag of his lips. 

“Jungkook, please.” Taehyung can hardly breathe. His heart refuses to slow down, his body still shakes, his fists ball up the sheets. 

Jungkook relents by easing his fingers out carefully and then rubbing his hands slowly across his lower back. Taehyung’s lungs eventually settle, his blood eventually stops rushing through his ears. His fists unclench and his body loosens. 

The whole while, Jungkook litters slow kisses along his shoulders and nape. A hand brushes his hair off his face and Jungkook lays a kiss on the soft spot below his ear. 

“Wanna fuck you so bad, Taehyung.” He whispers, low and gravely. 

He props himself up, bracketing his thick arms around Taehyung’s head so he can lay his body on top of him. He still has his briefs on and the press of fabric against Taehyung’s skin drives him crazy. 

Taehyung doesn’t think he can handle getting fucked right now, especially into a third orgasm. But handling and needing are two vastly different things and he needs Jungkook to fuck him. 

He presses his hips back to help give the friction Jungkook is desperately humping into him for. 

“Bet your ass will swallow me even better than it took my fingers.” 

“Please please please please.” Taehyung slurs, twisting his head to sloppily connect their mouths. 

“God, I can’t wait to take you this way. Make you really scream.” Jungkook sits back on his knees and Taehyung writhes himself free to properly get on all fours, ready to be fucked stupid. 

“No, baby, not tonight.” Jungkook spreads him wide and kisses his hole. Laps at it until Taehyung whines and rocks away. 

“Why not?” He sniffles. He knows it’s not a rejection but it kind of feels like it. Like he’s gaping open for no one and nothing.

“Because I want to see your pretty face.” Jungkook taps his flank and Taehyung flops over into the mess he made and grimaces. 

Jungkook chuckles. “That one’s on me, I wanted you to move so I could at least put a towel down.”

Taehyung squirms and sticks out his tongue playfully. The initial cold of it was gross but now some twisted part of him wishes he was drenched in cum. His and Jungkook’s. 

“You’ll just have to towel me off later.” He says and lifts his legs to his chest to fully expose himself while holding the backs of his thighs tightly and digging into the flesh with his fingers. 

“I don’t think you understand just how much of a witch you are.” Jungkook exhales as he slides off the bed and takes off his underwear. 

Taehyung giggles happily and lowers his legs while Jungkook goes into the bathroom and shuffles around one of the cabinets. He comes back with a bottle of lube and a condom in one hand and a damp cloth in the other.

He watches quietly as Jungkook climbs back onto the bed. His cock hangs heavily between his thighs and Taehyung desperately wants to taste him. He reaches down to stroke him while Jungkook wipes the warm cloth against his belly.

“You’re so gentle.” Taehyung says softly and Jungkook smiles. “Nobody’s ever gentle with me. I think they think that because I’m alone, I’m independent. And because I’m independent, I don’t need anyone to be gentle.”

“That’s a terrible lie.” Jungkook frowns. It’s an entirely different frown from when he’d been eating him out and it makes Taehyung’s heart murmur. “Everyone deserves that. Especially those who are terribly independent. Even more so when it’s always been out of their control to have to be that way.”

It’s not like Taehyung has told Jungkook his life story but he knows the man is intuitive. He’s picked up enough over the course of the evening to understand at least in part what Taehyung has said but not directly articulated. 

He takes the cloth from Jungkook and tosses it somewhere off the bed and onto the floor. The look he gives Jungkook must give his heart away because Jungkook quickly leans down and captures Taehyung’s lips in a kiss. 

It’s so tender and so reassuring that Taehyung melts into a puddle of goo for a few moments until he finally remembers Jungkook had said he was going to fuck him. 

He wraps his legs around Jungkook and yanks him down all the way until they’re body to body. He rocks his hips up, rubbing their hard cocks between them. Jungkook mirrors him and soon they’re both panting into each other’s mouths and impatiently grasping at one another. 

Jungkook rushes to put the condom on while Taehyung lubes up his fingers and presses them into himself. Moaning at the thought of finally having a real cock and not a toy filling him up, Taehyung utters a string of curses that makes Jungkook growl. 

“Let me in.” He says while nudging Taehyung to remove his fingers. 

He doesn’t leave him empty any longer than a breath but Taehyung feels like he might cry if Jungkook doesn’t–

“Hurry, hurry.” He begs and hooks his heels around the man’s lower back and presses his hips upward while Jungkook sinks into him. 

“Oh god.” They both say when Jungkook bottoms out. 

Their lips meet for a brief moment while they inhale each other’s air. Jungkook cups Taehyung’s face with one hand while he kisses him. Runs his hand through his hair while he licks into him. Grips his side while he pulls out halfway and pushes back in. 

“Junngguah.” Taehyung’s voice feels like honey in his own throat. Even when he’d slathered his first dildo with lube, even when he’d slathered his second, larger, dildo with lube, neither of them filled him this way. Neither of them impaled his insides and turned the heated coiling of his tummy to mush. “F-fuck me, please.” 

And so Jungkook fucks him. Rocks into him deep and slow at first until Taehyung is drooling out both sides of his mouth. Then thrusts into him hard until he’s babbling nonsense and begging him to go faster. Faster and faster until their skin slaps together painfully and all Taehyung can picture is the pink of his ass and the puffiness of his hole while Jungkook rams into him over and over.

He claws at the man’s back for purchase as his body slides up and up toward the headboard. Jungkook raises himself enough to brace himself on it and the position gives him more leverage than before. 

He pauses for a moment to hoist both of Taehyung’s legs over his right shoulder and leans down for a kiss before hastily pistoning his hips again. 

“Breathe, honey.” Jungkook pants. 

A bead of sweat drips down onto Taehyung’s face. He has no idea when he started holding his breath and his exhale warps into a guttural moan that gets punched out of him with each smack of Jungkook against him. 

He didn’t really think he could cum a third time. He’d been okay with just being a cocksleeve, used like a toy for Jungkook’s pleasure. But the man’s twisted expression of ecstasy and his firm grasp on Taehyung’s body has him wound up like a top ready to spin out across a shimmering hot surface. 

“Shit, I’m so close, baby.” Jungkook groans. 

“Keep going.” Taehyung manages to say. “Making me f-feel s-so g-good. Wanna cum with you. P-please.”

“Touch yourself, then, cuz I-I-fuck–”

Jungkook raises himself a little, his pace breaks and stutters. Taehyung reaches between them and jerks himself off as best he can with the little space he has. Jungkook looks down between them and huffs. His chest heaves and his stomach clenches. He grunts as he cums and stalls his thrusts completely, dropping his forehead down to Taehyung’s to keep watching him stroke himself. 

“Fuck, just look at you.” He says breathlessly as Taehyung releases all over himself. 

He starts moving again even as he’s still throbbing inside of Taehyung and it makes the younger moan obscenely. They rut against one another: Jungkook into Taehyung, Taehyung in his own sloppy mess between them. 

“Don’t go don’t go don’t go…” Taehyung whines when Jungkook moves away. 

“Tae, baby, I need to.” 

Taehyung whines again even though Jungkook continues to pull out. He rolls onto his back and takes off the condom. It’s a slick mess of lube and cum but he manages to tie it off without further incident. 

In a heartbeat, Taehyung curls onto his side and into Jungkook’s embrace. The older guides Taehyung’s leg across his waist and then pulls him into a tight hug, kissing the top of his head for good measure. 

Unable to stop himself because he’s right there , Taehyung sucks a nipple into his mouth and nips down for good measure. 

“Baby, I really cannot go another round tonight.” Jungkook huffs but doesn’t stop Taehyung from his nibbling. 

He pulls off with a wet ‘pop’, eyes glossy and lips soaked. “Me neither. I just needed a tiddy. You know?”

Jungkook chuckles endearingly. 

“You’re gonna have to let me fuck them sometime.” 

Jungkook coughs in surprise. “What, so you can cum all over them?”

“And your neck and face.” Taehyung looks up at him through his lashes while he swirls his tongue around the hard bud. 

“I’d fucking love that.” Jungkook groans and closes his eyes with a huge, horny grin on his face. 

Taehyung snorts and positions himself to better kiss the other man. It’s relatively chaste. Nothing hurried or heated about it. And Jungkook allows it. 

Allows it until Taehyung starts climbing on top of him with a wicked smile. 

“I’m teasing! I’m teasing!” Taehyung cackles when Jungkook aggressively tickles his sides. He slips to the side and gets out of bed. “Rinse off with me?”

Jungkook nods and gets up to follow him into the bathroom. They shower quickly, careful of each other’s sensitivities. Both quiet because it’s way later than either of them ought to be awake and making extra noise will just wake them more. 

Taehyung’s mood drops considerably during their shower. He brushes it off quietly when Jungkook asks if he’s okay, although he does burrow closer into the man as he’s being towel dried. 

Jungkook has him sit on the toilet while he blow dries both Taehyung’s and his hair. They brush their teeth in affectionate silence. Jungkook rubs his back and wraps his tattooed arm around his waist until he needs to spit into the sink. He smooths moisturizer into Taehyung’s face and then kisses both cheeks before guiding him to bed. 

“You want me to stay?” Taehyung sniffles. All of the soft care is unraveling him and being tucked in and doted upon is only making matters worse. 

“Of course, honey.”

“Baby!”

Jungkook grins and then corrects himself. “Of course, my baby.”

Taehyung pouts when Jungkook says he’ll be right back. Left alone in a big bed and a large house, he doesn’t know how to feel. From the few therapy sessions he’s had that are free for students, he knows it’s okay to be unsure. It’s okay to sit with whatever washes over him. 

He snuggles into a tight ball, pulling at the soft sheets and burrowing himself so that only his eyes peek through. Jungkook is making noise all throughout the house and turning off one light switch after another. He verbally asks google to set an alarm for the morning and Taehyung sees his watch light up on the nightstand to sync with the command. 

Jungkook isn’t just another adult. Jungkook is a Full Adult with Adult Responsibilities and a Big Boy Job doing Big Boy Things. Taehyung listens as he pre-fills his coffee machine and presumably grabs a mug from the cabinet. His soft feet patter against the tile floor. 

“Tae, do you drink coffee?” 

Taehyung shakes his head and mumbles a quiet ‘no’. 

“Okay. Two more minutes, I promise.” Jungkook walks away and Taehyung softly sniffles. 

His body is wrung out. His energy levels are tanked. He’s going to be sore and achy in the morning. Worse though, he’s going to feel totally washed out emotionally. How could someone who has their life together actually want to have a struggling blob like him hanging around in his life? How could…?

The bedroom light turns off and Jungkook climbs under the covers. 

“Oh, my baby bear, come here.” Jungkook wriggles the blankets from Taehyung’s fists and wraps himself around the younger as best he can. 

“Tonight was a lot for you, wasn’t it?”

Taehyung nods. It was. And he’s not sure how. 

“I’m so sorry, Tae. That dopamine drop can be a lot. Will you drink some water for me?”

Taehyung shrugs. He’s afraid that if he opens his mouth, he’ll cry. Jungkook rubs his back and kisses his forehead. 

“Just two sips and then you can curl back under the covers if you want, yes?” 

Taehyung stretches out and winces at the act of escaping the blankets. He inhales a lungful of cool air and takes the bottle offered to him. Instead of two sips, he drinks half of it, not realizing how thirsty he’d been. 

“My good boy.” Jungkook praises and places the bottle back onto the nightstand. “There’s more in the kitchen which is all the way down the hall. D’you remember where that is?”

Taehyung nods and whispers a small ‘thank you’.

“Can you hold me?” He asks. He’s always wanted to be held after a hookup but now he understands why he hasn’t before. There’s an attachment building in his chest for Jungkook and cuddling is only going to encourage it. 

“The whole night, baby.” Jungkook kisses him earnestly until Taehyung parts his lips and lets him devour him one more time before sleep takes over. 

Eventually, he turns onto his other side and Jungkook wraps his arms around his stomach so tightly that if he wanted to break free, he wouldn’t be able to. A half dozen kisses are pressed to the back of his head and he snuggles impossibly closer. 

When the alarm goes off, Jungkook is still holding him. The older calls out to snooze the alarm and the voice kindly says she’s setting an alarm for ten minutes. Taehyung huffs and stretches. His whole body pops and aches. He hasn’t been this sore since high school gym class. 

Ten minutes later, Jungkook is kissing Taehyung awake and then getting up to shower. The smell of coffee wafts from the kitchen and Taehyung is reminded yet again that he’s way out of his depth. 

“What’s on your mind?” Jungkook asks later when he parks the car in front of the upperclassmen dorms to drop off Taehyung.

“I’m anxious.” Taehyung admits. “About this arrangement. About whether or not I’m well-suited for any of this. I’m scared I’ll get attached.”

Jungkook observes him for a moment, likely waiting for him to continue. “Taehyung, listen to me. Get attached. Please. I like you a lot and not just because the sex was great. You’re sweet and open and kind and I want to take care of you. Honestly, I don’t want to call this an ‘arrangement’ but if that makes you more comfortable, then we can.”

“What would you rather it?” Taehyung’s heart palpitates wildly in his rib cage and intensifies when Jungkook smiles warmly. 

“I’d like to take you on a couple more dates and then call you my boyfriend.”

“Please!” Taehyung wants to leap across the console. He shrinks back slightly, worried that he came on too strongly. 

It’s apparently the reaction Jungkook was hoping for because the man positively beams. He guides Taehyung by the back of the head for a kiss and the younger evaporates into nothing but a happy bundle of emotions. 

“It’s Friday which is perfect for a first date night.” Jungkook’s eyes light up even more when Taehyung nods excitedly. “And then Sunday we’ll go on our first grocery run. How does that sound?”

Taehyung’s stomach growls and Jungkook bursts into a bright laugh. 

“Don’t forget to take that breakfast sandwich with you.” Jungkook nods down at the bag next to Taehyung’s feet. “I’m beginning to think your stomach grumbling will be like a siren call for me.”

Taehyung flushes hot and steals another kiss. “If you keep feeding me, then I’ll have to write a different song.”

Jungkook smirks. “Oh, I think I know exactly how to fix that problem.”

“You sure about that?” Taehyung giggles mischievously and then lets out a small, whispering pterodactyl screech.

Jungkook’s laugh bellows through the car. The morning sun highlights his laugh lines and Taehyung spots a few greys glittering in his hair. Gods, he’s the most handsome man Taehyung has ever seen. His tummy flutters recklessly as Jungkook laughs through the ensuing kisses that Taehyung litters all over his face. 

“Get out of my car, you silly boy. I’ll pick you up after your last lecture.” He cradles Taehyung’s jaw in his hand and then kisses him so fervently it makes Taehyung dizzy for the rest of the day. 

***

It’s been two months since Jungkook walked through the door of the record shop and into Taehyung’s life. True to his word, they go on regular dinner dates and Sunday afternoon grocery runs (it was supposed to be mornings, but Taehyung whined and pouted enough about wanting to spend the mornings in bed that Jungkook finally relented).

Taehyung still works at the record shop but doesn’t pick up extra hours because Jungkook legitimately set his phone bill on autopay, refilled his cafeteria pass for the entire semester, and insisted that Taehyung do his laundry at ‘home’ over the weekends instead of in the dorm machines. Needless to say, he actually has money in his bank account for once and he’s doing everything in his power not to spend it on something frivolous like the new pair of headphones he’s been eying.

“What’s got my baby so focused?” Jungkook slides a full plate of food across the breakfast bar one Sunday morning with a cute grin on his face. 

Taehyung blushes so hard he can feel his ears turning red. He’d thought maybe he’d get over how handsome the man is, but the problem is that he’s terribly cute, too. Whenever he smiles that toothy bunny smile, Taehyung can’t help but lose his shit just a little bit. 

He puts his phone face down in the small tray at the center of the bar like they’d agreed to during meal times and shrugs his shoulders. Jungkook did say that all Taehyung has to do is ask for things. And while what Taehyung wants isn’t insanely expensive to some folks – folks like Jungkook – they’re expensive to Taehyung and Taehyung doesn’t feel comfortable asking for things unless they’re free or very close to it. 

“Nothin’.” He shrugs and waits for Jungkook to take a seat across from him. 

“Well, don’t let ‘nothin’’ bother you so much, otherwise you’ll get lines like this.” Jungkook points to the hardly visible lines between his eyebrows.  

“I love your lines!” Taehyung protests and then pouts. “They make you look distinguished.”

Jungkook snorts. “Distinguished is what my mom says about my dad.”

“And it’s what I say about you so…” Taehyung sticks his tongue out before filling his mouth with his first bite of food. He moans so obscenely that it makes Jungkook squirm. “I’m obsessed with your cooking. In all my years feeding a bunch of rugrats, I never got to make the good stuff like this. It was all box food or pantry mishmash.”

“Pantry mishmash is good though.” Jungkook says. “My mom used to throw all sorts of weird things together.”

“Was it all healthy shit though?” Taehyung wrinkles his nose. Everything he threw together was carb and canned food heavy…things that were cheap, or free. 

Jungkook shakes his head and finishes his bite. “Nah, sometimes it was whatever was left from the church non-perishable supply.” 

“What?” Taehyung says around a full mouth. 

“We only went to church because we got access to the food pantry after Sunday services. We struggled a lot when I was really young. Dad hadn’t graduated yet and mom was working part time and raising me and my brother.”

Taehyung’s mouth falls into a soft ‘oh’. 

“So if you ever thought I was just being nice to you because I felt sorry for you, that’s not it. I just remember what it was like to go to bed hungry sometimes.”

The younger drops his eyes to his plate and pokes around with his fork. “I guess I shouldn’t be so quick to assume, huh.” He admits, quirking the corner of his lip upwards. 

Jungkook shrugs. “There’s really no harm in assuming things unless you let it cloud your judgment before you have all the facts.”

Taehyung nods his head. It’s true. A lot of his classmates make assumptions about his life and then they find out things like how he doesn’t go home for Thanksgiving and Christmas or he doesn’t have siblings even though he behaves like he’s the oldest of too many. 

He considers the past two months and how kind Jungkook has been to him – how nonchalant he’s been about spending his money on Taehyung. It makes sense now. He wasn’t casual about it because he has disposable income that can go literally anywhere else and not make a dent. Taehyung had figured out pretty quickly that Jungkook does make a lot of money but not absurd-disposable-income kind of money. He’s just smart with it. Saving most and investing a lot. 

No, Jungkook is casual about it because he’s had a glimpse of what it’s like for Taehyung. He’s gathered that Taehyung is shy about money and shy about needing even the necessities. It had taken four grocery shopping trips to finally convince Taehyung that buying extra snacks just to have them around in case he wanted them was okay and that if he wants name brand cereal instead of store brand…that’s perfectly acceptable. 

Jungkook’s phone rings and he grabs it from the tray. He smiles brightly and answers his mom with a chuckle regarding something they’d been texting about earlier. Taehyung sees that kind of fondness directed at himself whenever Jungkook answers his late night video calls. 

He zones out, doing his best not to eavesdrop although it’s kind of difficult not to when Jungkook purposefully moves his plate closer to be able to stand next to Taehyung and eat while he’s talking. He keeps his hand all over Taehyung when he’s not scooping food into his mouth. In his hair, on his shoulder, his bicep, his cheek. 

Taehyung doesn’t really look up from his food, but he can feel Jungkook’s eyes all over him so he leans into the touch and eventually leans against Jungkook’s stomach when he scoots even closer. When they’re both finished eating, Taehyung gets up to clean the kitchen while Jungkook continues to talk to his mom. He helps a bit, bringing dirty stuff over as the sink clears, filling the dishwasher, and adding the soap pod. 

“Jungkook, is that boy of yours over and you’re ignoring him?” Taehyung hears his mom say. “Stop being rude, I raised you better.”

“Mom.” Jungkook chokes over his coffee. “I haven’t spoken to you all week!”

“And you’ve been ignoring him for the past thirty minutes. Call me later. Love you.”

Jungkook barely gets his ‘love you, too’ out of his mouth before she hangs up with a floaty giggle that eerily resembles her son’s. The pair of them blush at each other. Taehyung, because he didn’t realize Jungkook had spoken about him with anyone and Jungkook, because he’d been so openly scolded by his mom. 

“For the record, I wasn’t ignoring you.” Jungkook comes over and wraps his arms around Taehyung’s waist. 

“I know.” Taehyung whispers against his lips. “You had your hands all over me.”

“Mhmm because I like you and want you to know that I like you.” 

Taehyung groans and turns away to finish the dishes. 

“What?” Jungkook teases him by nuzzling his nose by his ear and nipping the shell of it. “You’re so shy sometimes. It’s cute.”

Taehyung groans again. He never knew how shy he was until he found himself in Jungkook’s direct attention and affections. 

“Not used to it.” Taehyung exhales softly when Jungkook presses a kiss behind his ear. 

“That’s okay.” Jungkook says, dropping a kiss to the back of his head. “You’ve got me now.”

He moves away to grab the dish towel to wipe down the pan Taehyung had just rinsed off, but the younger snags his hand and puts it back around his waist. Jungkook’s deep chuckle vibrates through his back and it makes his body flush hot all over.

“That boy of yours,” Taehyung repeats bashfully. 

“Yes, this boy of mine.” Jungkook kisses his neck and inhales deeply. “This special, sweet baby.” He tightens an arm around Taehyung’s waist to press their bodies close and dips his other hand beneath the band of Taehyung’s sleep shorts to fondle him. 

“Jungkookie.” Taehyung sighs from the careful massage. Tipping his head back, he nuzzles his nose into the other’s neck. 

“Just ignore me, keep washing.” Jungkook whispers. He presses a kiss to the side of Taehyung’s face and nudges him to focus. 

“Can’t.” Taehyung moans when Jungkook wraps his fingers around his nearly hard cock. 

“Try for me.” 

“Ah!” Taehyung yelps at Jungkook’s teeth sinking into his shoulder. 

Focusing on anything other than the coiling pleasure in his body is next to impossible, but Jungkook asked for him to try and so Taehyung tries. 

He tries to scrub the next pan but keeps dropping the sponge every time Jungkook digs his thumb into his slit. 

He turns on the water to rinse off the soap and Jungkook growls deep in his chest and starts stroking him slowly from base to tip. 

He dutifully spits into Jungkook’s hand when asked and gasps for air from the squish and squelch up and down his cock as Jungkook picks up the pace. 

Taehyung tries to rub back against the older, only to have Jungkook pin him down in a way that he can’t really move. Verifiably stuck, Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut while Jungkook quickens the pace, adding a flick of his wrist at the tip that has the younger panting hot against the still running faucet. 

“You deserve this, baby.” Jungkook huffs, voice almost as wrecked as Taehyung feels. “You’re so good. So perfect.”

Taehyung whines. His soap slick hands slip along the back of stainless steel sink. For a split second, he fears he’s going to slam his head against the backsplash but Jungkook catches him by the hair. 

“I got you.” He grunts as he positions himself like more of an anchor behind Taehyung, doubling his efforts along the younger’s cock that’s now leaking profusely against the thin fabric. 

Jungkook must sense his sticky discomfort because he stops for a moment to pull them down. They drop to Taehyung’s ankles, covering his feet in a satiny mess. 

“All you gotta do is ask.” The older chuckles when Taehyung steps out of it and grumbles cutely as he kicks them aside. 

Struggling against Jungkook’s hold, Taehyung turns to face him like he’s been wanting to from the start. 

“You too.” He connects their lips and shoves down Jungkook’s sweatpants so that they’re both naked in the late morning sun. “That’s better.” He says and licks into Jungkook’s mouth.

They grope and pull at each other, desperate to be as close as they can, rolling their hips and cocks against one another until it’s unbearable. Breaking apart, Jungkook holds their cocks in one hand and spits onto them. Taehyung spits, too, and it’s a sloppy, disgusting mess of pre-cum and saliva slicking nasty between them as Jungkook pumps them simultaneously. 

The grip isn’t quite enough so Taehyung wraps his hand around the other way, guided by Jungkook’s but keeping a tight hold nonetheless. Their kisses are uncoordinated gasps and the older drops his head back to moan at the ceiling.

The sound echoes in the large kitchen, lewd and pitchy and grows louder when Taehyung latches his mouth onto Jungkook’s jugular and sucks hard. 

“Fuck, Tae.” Jungkook’s cock throbs and starts choking out globs of cum, his fist moves faster and faster until he’s whining and grunting and pushing himself so hard against Taehyung that the younger is sure the counter will leave a bruise on his lower back. 

He takes over the pace when Jungkook spurts cum all over their hands and stomachs, gasping and dropping his head onto Taehyung’s shoulder. His free hand pulls on the edge of the sink to get them as close as possible, a feat which Taehyung didn’t think they were capable of and yet…

“Feels so good, keep going, baby. Keep going. Doing so good. Shit.” Jungkook’s body shakes from over sensitivity and Taehyung is right there with him, right on the verge. 

Lifting his right leg and wrapping it around Jungkook’s waist, he pants, “Finger me. Please.”

Jungkook doesn’t even hesitate. He swipes two fingers through the mess of cum and rubs the tip over Taehyung’s rim to wet it. They haven’t fucked all weekend so it’s not like he’s loose enough from a previous encounter but he’s so so desperate. 

“Hurry, p-please.” Taehyung huffs. His arm is getting tired and he’s right on the cusp, he just needs a smidge of help. 

Jungkook pushes both fingers in in one swift thrust and hits Taehyung’s prostate dead on. The younger trembles and then wails when he crooks them just right to massage him deftly. He releases so hard that he raises up onto his toes and arches his back. Jungkook lets go of their cocks and is barely able to catch him before Taehyung loses his balance. 

He continues whining while he cums and whines even louder when Jungkook slowly pulls his fingers out. When Taehyung finally stops stroking them, he pulls his hand away with a huge sigh. It’s sopping and gloppy, strings of spit and cum web between his fingers. 

Jungkook grips his wrist to hold him still and takes his pinky and ring finger into his mouth, sucking and licking what he can. Taehyung joins, licking at his palm and between his thumb and pointer finger. 

“We’re so gross.” He teases after they kiss for a few moments. He threads his hardly clean hand into Jungkook’s hair which causes the older to chuckle. 

“Good thing it’s shower time.”

They spend their time soaping and sudsing each other up, playfully poking and groping one another until they’re finally clean. It doesn’t take long to get ready after that and Taehyung soon finds himself in the driver’s seat of Jungkook’s jeep. 

Jungkook prefers this car for their grocery trips because it’s more practical than the porshe. Whereas Taehyung prefers it because he’s less afraid of scratching or crashing it. He has his license, but up until Jungkook, he hadn’t driven in over three years. One, because he couldn’t afford his own car and two, because his friends never let anyone drive theirs. 

That first drive, he was an absolute mess of anxiety, but Jungkook kept his hand on his knee and spoke to him softly. He didn’t scold him for waiting too long at a stop sign or for being nervous on a left turn in a busy intersection. Then once they got to the store, Jungkook gave him the tightest hug and the sweetest kisses all over his face. 

Since then, Jungkook has had Taehyung drive them everywhere and every time, he rewards him with kisses and praise. So now, as he backs out of the garage, Taehyung doesn’t feel as nervous and the drive is considerably less tense. They talk and giggle – it’s so terribly easy for Taehyung to relax and just be himself when they’re together. Jungkook puts on the jazz station that Taehyung’s grown to adore and they hum along to songs they both know. 

In the store, Jungkook pushes the cart while Taehyung wanders alongside. They have a list today but very much aren’t sticking to it and everything feels so domestic. So domestic that Taehyung wants to turn on his heel right in front of the tomatoes and ask if he can just move in, just exist, permanently, in Jungkook’s sphere. 

“Hey, Kook!” A strong voice projects from the other side of produce crates.  

“Namjoo!” Jungkook’s entire face lights up and he chucks a bulb of garlic at her. 

She catches it easily and throws it back. “Is this your lovely Taehyung who you’ve been ditching Saturday Pilates for?” She winks over at Taehyung and he blushes profusely when he sees the deep dimples of her smile. 

He waves bashfully and Jungkook pulls him into his side and kisses his temple. “Yep! Tae, this is Namjoo.”

“College friends, right?” Taehyung looks up into Jungkook’s gaze and all of his insides swirl away like tiny butterflies when he nods proudly. 

The two friends carry on a quick conversation. Something about work being a nightmare and Yoongi wanting to do lunch. All Taehyung can do though, is stare at Namjoo’s pretty hair and pretty face and strong body. 

And then it hits him all over again that Jungkook is literally a thirty-eight year old man with a longstanding network of friends who are all professionally developed people with work schedules and workout schedules and families and lunch plans and vacation plans and PTO and PTA…

And all Taehyung is, is some poor college kid hanging off the man’s arm while having zero fucking idea what he wants to do with his life when he graduates in five months. 

Five months to get his shit together and hope for the best. Five months, at most, before Jungkook probably decides he’d rather have someone his own age with a similar lifestyle and similar goals. What goals, Taehyung doesn’t know. He just knows they’re probably not…whatever his will end up being. 

He slinks away in search of the blackberries Jungkook was hoping to find and takes his time picking through the apples. By the time he gets back, Namjoo is waving goodbye and heading deeper into the store. 

“Those apples look great, Tae.” Jungkook puts one to his nose for a sniff. “Mom’s gonna love them.”

Taehyung looks at him in question and Jungkook smiles. 

“It’s Thanksgiving this week. Would you like to spend it with me and my parents? My brother won’t be there but we’ll probably see Yoongi.”

Taehyung thinks he lights up all the way in excitement, but the way he swallows over his ‘yeah!’ makes Jungkook narrow his eyes a bit. His own thoughts tumbled right in front of him and gave him away. 

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook rests his hands on Taehyung’s waist. 

He shrugs and inhales. “It’s kinda stupid.” He says, deflecting his own emotions in order to trick himself into believing everything is fine. 

“It’s not stupid if it’s making you look like you’re on the verge of tears.”

The smallest whine comes out of Taehyung and he shifts his weight on his feet. He can’t believe he’s about to have a mini-meltdown in the middle of a damn grocery store. “Namjoo just seems so put together and I’m so…not. How am I supposed to show up at your parents’ place for a major holiday and…I dunno…not feel like a total kid next to you? What if they don’t like me? What if they think I’m broken because I don’t have family? What happens when I graduate? I don’t know what I’m doing with my life and you’re already so established in literally every single way and I–”

More carefully than he has before, Jungkook interrupts him by cradling Taehyung’s face in both of his hands. “Taehyung, I’m going to ask you something and I’d like you to be very honest with me, okay?”

Taehyung nods and sniffles. Jungkook smiles and thumbs away the two tears that plop onto his cheeks. 

“When you think about us, do you see any sort of future beyond your graduation?”

“Yes.” Taehyung blurts wetly. It’s the first time he’s admitting it to himself, too, but he does. He can picture it more clearly than his own future. And not with any detail, just that they’re together and they’re happy and they’re figuring life out. 

“Good because so do I.” Jungkook’s face is flushed a pretty pink and a certain level of shyness creeps up his neck. “And I’m going to be extremely honest and say that if you don’t feel like a total kid with me at my parents’ then we’re not doing this right because at some point we’ll definitely be staying in my old bedroom and my mom will absolutely go through baby pictures with you.”

Taehyung holds back an aggressive squeak over the thought of baby Jungkook pictures and also the idea of being able to troll through his old bedroom. Then he wonders if anyone has his baby pictures, if anyone ever kept a record of his childhood beyond a birth certificate and medical documentation…

“Everything else is frivolous. The only thing Namjoo has together is her bodybuilding regimen and the only thing I currently have together is my case I’m presenting tomorrow morning. Everything else just kinda figures itself out.” Jungkook brushes Taehyung’s hair off of his face and kisses him square on the mouth. “Trust me, post-graduation is a hot ass mess and nobody knows what they’re doing even almost two decades later. And I’m perfectly okay with that.” 

Taehyung rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. “But you’re rich and have a big boy job and have rich parents. You can afford to be perfectly okay with a hot ass mess.” 

For a split second, he fears he’s crossed a line and that Jungkook is going to be upset with him. Sucking his lips between his teeth, he frantically searches for the right words to apologize. Jungkook frowns, Taehyung braces himself for the verbal impact. 

“Okay, fair point.” Jungkook nods. 

The sound of a young child screeching from somewhere else in the store throws Taehyung back into the reality that they’re very much having a conversation in public that they ought to be having at home. 

Home. 

“I wanna go home.” He sniffles. He’s completely embarrassed by this sudden wave of emotions and yet Jungkook doesn’t look at all upset. His big brown eyes have softened into the roundest doe eyes Taehyung has ever seen in his life. “M’sorry.”

Jungkook wraps him in a tight hug. “Baby, don’t you ever apologize for how you feel. I’m so glad you told me and I’ll always want you to tell me.” 

Taehyung breathes through a small sob and finally hugs back. 

“Let’s get what we have in the cart, yeah? You have enough through Tuesday and then you can come home with me for the rest of the week. How’s that sound?”

Taehyung nods and buries his face into Jungkook’s neck and lets himself absorb the strength of the arms around him, the firm body to press into, and the strong legs to support him. 

“Okay, then. Let’s go home, baby.”

***

Thankfully, Taehyung doesn’t have any exams on Monday because he falls asleep extremely early on Sunday night. Then, he sleeps through Jungkook’s alarm, his own alarm, and Jungkook’s call during his court recess around 10:30. When he finally does wake, it’s to a ringing doorbell and the buzzing of the home security app that Jungkook had installed on his phone. 

He shuffles to the front door without even checking the alert. He barely manages to get one of Jungkook’s hoodies over his head and shove his phone into his pocket by the time he reaches the door and answers it. Outside, there’s a young woman in a colorful uniform holding an exquisite bouquet. 

“Taehyung Kim?” She asks and then smiles when Taehyung nods. The handoff is awkward because the vase is enormous and she’s rather tiny in comparison and it makes them both giggle. 

He thanks her quietly and closes the door behind himself with his foot. Setting the vase on the breakfast bar, he settles in to read the attached card. 

Carolina Allspice: December 30 birthflower, pampering and tender love

Taehyung blushes. He didn’t know his birth flower nor did he ever picture it being so pretty...or smelling so spicy…

Red Rose: the ultimate flower of love and romance

Oh, god. If Jungkook Jeon is trying to tell him something that big without being present, Taehyung will actually smack him. 

Tiger Lily: September 1 birthflower, please love me/dare to love me

Taehyung drops the card onto the countertop and exhales loudly. The universe must think it’s really funny for making his absolute favorite flower the birth flower of the man he’s been seeing for two months. They’re not even officially boyfriends yet because they’ve just been floating around and around like little bumble bees bumping into each other.

Taehyung: Jungkook😔

Jungkook: too much? 

Taehyung: tiger lilies are my favorite flower🧡

Taehyung: do you really want me to?

Jungkook: yes, baby

Jungkook: you’re right that things are probably easier bc I have money and other resources that make being flexible *easier* 

Jungkook: so let me share those things with you. you’ve struggled enough in your life. let’s fix that. 

Jungkook: I gotta go back. But I mean it. Every petal. Stay the night if you can. I’ll drive you to your exams in the morning. 

Taehyung sets his phone down and stares at the flowers. How did he even get here? One minute, he was an orphaned college kid scrounging for his next meal: now, he’s sitting at a marble top breakfast bar in the middle of a sprawling 3,500 sq ft home with a pool and a courtyard with a fountain and…

He knows he’s not in love because he’s been shoving that possibility to the opposite side of his ribcage in the event that he gets dumped off as nothing more than a fling. But here’s Jungkook, sending him fucking flowers and asking, no, daring Taehyung to love him.

What a fucking sap. Taehyung loves the shit out of him. Well. Not really. Not yet, anyway. It’s just a figure of speech or whatever. 

Taehyung huffs and wipes the tears from his cheeks. They’re really the prettiest flowers he’s ever seen. 

Looking around himself, he desperately wants to stay the night like Jungkook asked him to. Stay in this pretty house and lay on the plush area rug staring at the huge wooden beams. But he has four exams tomorrow – Jungkook knows that. 

So he packs up his bag, gathers his books, and orders an uber. He texts Jungkook but it doesn’t feel like enough. He records and deletes about three voice notes while waiting on the black sedan, but doesn’t send a single one. 

Jungkook still calls him that evening on his drive home from court, complaining how litigations will probably take another two days instead of the one. He still has food delivered to Taehyung’s dorm and sends a picture of his flowers on the nightstand. 

The next day, his exams are hell. Jungkook sends him a voice note apologizing that he’ll be really late picking him up and tells him he can take an uber home if he wants. Instead, despite having taken the week off from work, Taehyung grabs the open shift for the evening because he has nothing else to do and he doesn’t want to be in that big house alone. 

After locking up the record store for the night, he sloughs down the stairs feeling like a husk of a human. Jungkook isn’t waiting for him, not that he’s surprised. He also knows that Jungkook hasn’t gone home yet because the security app hasn’t alerted about a car in the driveway. 

He swings by the corner store and grabs a slushee. It reminds him of when he was young, probably eleven or twelve, he and another kid from the group home would wander to the nearby gas station by themselves with five dollars to split and they’d buy the biggest slushee and a packet of candy. The memory makes him smile and his heart ache. 

As he turns onto the street of his dorm, he sees the black jeep parked out front and a figure leaning against it. The walk takes forever with the sidewalk stretching on for eternity until suddenly he’s a foot away and stepping into Jungkook’s warm embrace.

The slushee splats on the ground, sending sticky sweet ice all over their feet and ankles. Taehyung is pretty sure a slop of cold melts through his jeans on his upper thigh. It’ll leave a red stain and he hopes it stays as a reminder of this moment. 

“I promised myself I wouldn’t date anyone seriously in college because I didn’t want to get heartbroken at the end of it.” He confesses into the wind. Jungkook squeezes him tighter. “I told myself I wouldn’t get attached to you because to you I’d be just a fling. A little something to keep your bed warm for a season. God, why do you smell so fucking good even after working all day?” 

Jungkook chuckles. “Taehyung, I don’t see you as a fling. You know how this started. I thought maybe it’d be that, but you’re just too bright and too precious. How could I let you go falling for anyone else? I’m too selfish.”

Even in the dead of night, Jungkook is selfish. He wants the bedding to himself and he wants Taehyung snuggled up under them so he can’t escape. He mumbles in his sleep and half the time it’s about something he wants: ice cream, water, Taehyung- mine.

“So. Please love me. Pl–”

“We’re not even boyfriends yet.” Taehyung whines. 

“We’re not?” Jungkook sounds genuinely shocked. “Did I not make it clear?”

Taehyung shakes his head. “You mentioned it once and then–”

“Taehyung Kim please be my boyfriend and please fall in love with me.”

Taehyung pinches under Jungkook’s chin. His insides are all wiggly. “Yes on the first part but I think you should dare me on the second half because dares are always more fun.”

Jungkook snorts and grins his lopsided smirk that sends tendrils of smoke through Taehyung’s brain every time. “Fine. I triple dog dare you.”

“But I’m not a dog.” Taehyung’s eyes go wide and he pouts. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot you’re a pterodactyl.” Jungkook caws at him. 

“You’re such a dork.” 

“Says my baby dinosaur.” Jungkook smacks his butt while the pair giggle. 

Taehyung finally connects their lips and sighs softly. “You’d better watch out, Jungkook Jeon. I’m gonna fall in love with my boyfriend and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Jungkook smiles so hard his eyes crinkle shut. His nose scrunches and all his teeth shine bright from the street lamps. The weight of nerves that Taehyung has been carrying for two months slips off his shoulders and dissipates into the late November skies. 

He invites Jungkook up to his room so he can pack a bag for the long weekend. It’s strange bringing him inside instead of darting out to the waiting car to be whisked away. A couple of his friends stop by to see if he needs anything before they go home for the holiday and he proudly introduces his boyfriend . 

One of the girls gets so flustered by Jungkook’s smile that she hustles out of the room and slams her own door not two seconds later. Taehyung cackles when he hears her muffled screeching through the wall. 

“You sure she isn’t into you?” Jungkook snorts. 

“Nah, she’s very much into older men so she’s been a tad jealous. It’s even worse now that she knows you’re hot.”

Taehyung will never not delight in calling Jungkook hot, especially because it makes the tips of his ears burn bright red. By the time they get home, he’s playfully tormented Jungkook so badly that the older man chases him all the way through the house and into the bedroom. 

Tackled and breathless, Taehyung lets himself be smothered by the heat of Jungkook’s wet mouth. He’s dizzy and pinned in place. His bottom lip is already bruising up from the first bite and he doesn’t even try to retaliate. Just lets his mouth and jaw and neck and chest be absolutely brutalized by Jungkook. 

They strip off their clothing and Taehyung attaches himself to Jungkook’s chest, leaving his own marks all across and down his stomach. In a heartbeat, he’s pushed onto his back. 

“Legs up.” Jungkook commands, grinning evilly when Taehyung complies. “Good boy.” 

He takes his time between Taehyung’s thighs. Kissing them and bruising them with bites before finally putting his mouth where the younger craves. He teases his rim gently with the tip of his tongue and Taehyung begs immediately. Jungkook is going to completely ignore his cock, this he already knows purely by the frown on his face and the moan in his throat. 

Taehyung’s whimpers grow pitchier and whinier the less that Jungkook gives into him. He grips onto the man’s hair and thrusts his hips and groans and almost kicks him accidentally. 

Writhing and wriggling, Taehyung mewls when Jungkook finally pushes in two lubed fingers. Evidently just as impatient, Jungkook scissors his fingers meticulously while his tongue slurps noisily alongside. 

“M’ready.” Taehyung urges. His knees drop even wider against his chest, practically into his armpits. His cock spills pre-cum with every twitch. “Please, Kookie, please.”

Jungkook raises his head, one eyebrow lifted. “Oh, so it’s Kookie now?” 

“Jungkook.” Taehyung wheezes in agony as Jungkook crawls up onto his knees but keeps his fingers pressed hard on his prostate. “JungkookJungkookJungkookie please.”

“Ah, you’re so cute when you whine like that.”

The younger whimpers pathetically, suddenly empty and in dire need of more. Catching his legs as they fall to the bed, Jungkook rubs his hands along his shins and kisses his ankle. 

He sits up to meet Jungkook when the older one leans down to kiss him and wraps his hand around his heavy cock. 

“Want you.” He says while stroking Jungkook slowly. “Want to feel you in my guts.”

He sucks on Jungkook’s bottom lip and gives Jungkook’s cock a firm squeeze that makes the other shake. And then he turns over onto his hands and knees. They haven’t fucked like this yet, not in bed, not properly. He’s been bent over the breakfast bar and over the back of the couch and belly shivering against the tile wall of the shower. 

Taehyung moans into the pillow so loudly that his vocal chords feel like they're shredding just from Jungkook pushing in for the first time. They hold still for a few breaths until Taehyung comes back to his senses and quiets down. Then he raises himself up off of his face and onto his hands and rocks forward while Jungkook stays still and lets Taehyung fuck back as he pleases. 

The schlick of lube and the barely there smack of skin to skin sounds worlds away from the shivers that quake through his body. The angle doesn’t do anything to his prostate other than the constant pressure of a cock’s presence. But it feels good. So, so good to be a cocksleeve. 

Jungkook’s breathing grows more and more aggressive and eventually he grips Taehyung’s hips and brings him to a stop. He presses deep deep, spreading Taehyung’s ass cheeks wide and nestling his cock all the way to the fucking root. 

“Shit, Taehyung.” Jungkook groans once, then twice when the younger squeezes hard around him. “Fucking vice grip. Fuck.”

“Go slow, please.” Taehyung pants. Drool slips from his mouth as Jungkook pulls out and pushes back in with a roll of his hips. “Wanna feel you in the back of my throat.”

“Spread your legs a bit.” Jungkook nudges him wider and situates himself even closer than Taehyung thought was possible. “Can you hold yourself open for me?”

Taehyung lowers himself onto the pillow and adjusts for comfort before reaching back to do as asked. Jungkook angles himself over Taehyung and grinds down into him. 

“Holy shit.”  

“Like this?” Jungkook grinds in again with more force.

“Uuuugh, yeah, harder please, fuck.”

He doesn’t even finish his sentence before Jungkook is setting a slow but steady pace, slamming hard into Taehyung’s ass and sending jolts of pleasure through his tummy. With his free hand, Jungkook presses firmly right below Taehyung’s belly button to add pressure.

“Fuck, I can feel myself inside you.” Jungkook’s fingers spread open and he moans, his hips stutter momentarily. 

Taehyung whimpers and whines, all words gone except for ’fuck, harder, faster’.

At some point, Jungkook loses his self-control. His nails dig into Taehyung’s belly and he drops his chest fully to meet his back and he humps into the other with abandon. He chases his own pleasure and zero regard for Taehyung’s. The younger is more than willing to be used like this every day just to have Jungkook’s hot breath blowing in his ear and his teeth grazing his neck and his voice grunting his name and cursing.

Losing his rhythm, Jungkook spills into him and fucks his cum so far into the other that Taehyung swears he can taste it. There’s a sopping wet patch on the pillowcase from his drool, his lashes are soaked with tears, his nose is running, and Jungkook’s hips twitch and thrust until he’s fully spent and exhausted. 

He pulls out and cum oozes from Taehyung’s  gaping hole and slips down his taint. It’s cold and he’s empty and he’s hard and leaking and he wants to cum so badly. 

Jungkook flops onto his back with a satisfied groan, eyes closed, lips chapped and dry. Taehyung kisses him gently, trying not to impede his breathing. 

“Hey, baby.” Jungkook pants. “Just gimme a sec.”

“You’re okay.” Taehyung smiles and kisses his jaw and his jugular and his collarbone. Jungkook’s heart is pounding so hard that Taehyung can actually see his pulse in his neck and his chest thumping. “D’you feel good?”

Jungkook nods, eyes still closed. 

“Are you tired?” Taehyung licks his own lips deviously. 

Jungkook’s nipples are hard and pointed and Taehyung can’t resist. He takes one into his mouth and sucks hard. A firm hand grips his hair and holds him in place while his tongue works over the bud. Jungkook’s hips buck once and his stomach ripples. Taehyung chuckles and pulls at the nipple with his teeth. 

“Jesus.” Jungkook curses and throws his head back in pleasure. 

“You know what would look real good on you right now?” Taehyung whispers cool air against the abused skin. Jungkook grunts in response and then his eyes shoot open when Taehyung pulls away completely and reaches for something in the nightstand. 

“Baby.” Jungkook takes the plug from Taehyung while the younger straddles his broad chest. 

“I just think,” Taehyung sighs and rubs his cock between Jungkook’s pecs. “I just think you’d look so pretty with my cum on your face.”

He places his hands on the headboard for support and grinds another time or two before letting Jungkook help insert the plug. There isn’t enough pressure around his cock but that’s not the point. The plug hits his prostate in just the right way when he moves. Compound that with the thought of fucking Jungkook’s tits and it’s all Taehyung needs before he’s huffing and puffing and teetering on the edge as he grinds against him. 

“This is the best fucking view I’ve ever had.” Jungkook raises his head off the pillow and sticks out his tongue to suckle the tip of Taehyung’s cock with each forward thrust. 

The sucking sound reminds him of the time Jungkook fucked him with just the tip of his cock, barely past his rim, taunting him over and over while Taehyung begged and begged for more. Jungkook had jerked him off to completion with his cockhead not even an inch inside and then proceeded to rail into his overly sensitive body like he was nothing but a hole to fuck. 

The closer he gets to his orgasm, the more erratically his hips move. His panting breaths turn into punchy little whines and a slick grin forms on Jungkook’s face. 

“Now who’s tired, baby?” He teases and blows him a menacing kiss. 

“H-help.” Taehyung drops his head down onto his right arm and groans when Jungkook’s hum vibrates through him. Sitting on his chest like this is the worst best idea he’s had in a long time. He’s so broad and so strong, Taehyung can feel all of the muscles flexing beneath him while Jungkook adjusts. 

“Oh god,” Taehyung inhales sharply when Jungkook presses the plug deep and gently moves it around. 

With his other hand, he grips Taehyung’s cock and begins stroking him. The wetness from his mouth and Taehyung’s pre-cum makes the glide a bit easier and it’s only a matter of a few strokes and a few presses of the plug that Taehyung cums with a small shout and an earthquake of ecstasy rocking through him. 

Cum paints Jungkook’s neck and face. It gets on his lips and some even makes it to his lashes. Taehyung immediately lets go of the headboard and smears his hands through the mess. He wipes it all over Jungkook’s cheeks and neck and into the dip between his collarbones.

Jungkook gently coaxes Taehyung closer. The tip of his still hard cock rests on Jungkook’s lips. The older kisses it innocently then sucks the underside. Taehyung huffs softly, hips bucking in protest. More cum dribbles out and Jungkook laps it up. He kisses and licks the crown like he’s making out with it, like he’s savoring every drop of cum. His puffy lips wrap around him and his tongue swirls into the slit. His eyes are closed and he’s humming a random tune as if he’s simply contemplating nothing of importance. 

Taehyung threads a sticky hand into the man’s hair and massages his fingertips into his scalp. “Jungkookie, please s-stop.” 

But he doesn’t. He laps at Taehyung’s tip like it’s the tip of a popsicle. He sucks at the cum that continues to trickle out. He slurps when drool slips past the corners of his mouth. 

Taehyung squeezes his knees against Jungkook’s chest and his tummy twitches from overstimulation. He’s thoroughly on fire, fully exposed to the elements. And Jungkook is taking every advantage he can by distracting Taehyung with his fingers tugging and pushing at the plug in his ass. 

He’s had multiple orgasms in a row before, but never whatever this is. His body continues to shake and tremble. His hole still clenches hard and his muscles still contract. His cock fucking hurts with each throbbing release. 

Tears fall down his face and his nose is running again. If Jungkook keeps going, he might faint. His vision doubles, the coil behind his belly button snaps, and he releases another load of cum directly into Jungkook’s mouth.  

“Ah, fuck!” Taehyung barely catches himself as he topples forward. 

This time, his vision does go completely black, his tongue goes numb, and he sways precariously. Jungkook holds him steady and patiently until he comes back to himself, eyes glazed over and head filled with nothing but cotton. 

The first thing he realizes is how hard he’s dug his nails into Jungkook’s arms. He starts mumbling apologies but his mouth doesn’t work. His words are slurried and broken. He sniffles pathetically. But Jungkook just smiles at him and pats his thigh gently, helps him crawl down onto the bed and stretch out in order to hold him close. 

Taehyung nuzzles his face into Jungkook. They’re sticky and gross and yet he doesn’t want to move. He wants to inhale the musky mix of their bodies and Jungkook’s cologne. Maybe he’ll wear his work shirt to bed or at least snuggle with it after he leaves in the morning. 

“On your belly.” He instructs after making Taehyung drink some water. The younger shakes his head. The plug stays, he humphs to himself. 

He has a mouth full of water and a drop squeezes out when he pouts. Swallowing, he says, “Wanna sleep with it in.”

“Baby, you’re clammy and gross, we need to clean you up.”

Taehyung pouts harder. 

“How about we shower and then you can cockwarm me while we sleep?”

Taehyung’s eyes grow wide as saucers. He knew Jungkook was easy, but didn’t think he’d ever be this easy. Relenting because of the offer, Taehyung rolls onto his belly and hums a soft ‘okay, yeah’ while Jungkook removes the plug. 

Their shower is quick and efficient considering Jungkook has to get up for work in the morning. Yet the older takes care to clean Taehyung thoroughly. So thoroughly that he fears Jungkook has already forgotten his promise. 

His fears are quickly addressed, however. After changing the bottom sheet and getting everything else situated for himself to make his morning easier (coffee pre-measured, alarms set, clothes picked out), Jungkook slides into bed and kisses Taehyung goodnight. He pats him gently on the butt and tells him to roll onto his other side. The cap for the bottle of lube snaps open and then shut and within a breath, Jungkook’s hard length slides all the way into Taehyung. 

There’s a rustling behind him and then a soft thump of a wet cloth onto the floor. Taehyung’s tummy flinches when Jungkook’s cool and slightly damp hand rubs a soothing circle over the skin. 

“Sweet baby.” The older man chuckles. “Go to sleep.”

Taehyung hums and presses his ass back for good measure. Relishing the reactive grip and quiet groan from the man behind him.

So maybe falling asleep with Jungkook’s cock in his ass is a bad idea because Taehyung has the horniest time sleeping. The second Jungkook is softening enough to slip out of him is the same second Taehyung wakes back up, whiny and needy. 

He tests the waters to see if Jungkook is awake by grinding back. When Jungkook responds immediately, it’s clear that neither of them have gotten any real sleep. 

“I think you should just fuck me or we’ll won’t get any peace.” Taehyung whispers into the dark after Jungkook mutters something about needing to be up in a few hours. 

“Seems like the only possible solution.” Jungkook concurs in a husky horny grumble. 

Taehyung anchors himself on his side as best as his sleepy body can handle while Jungkook pounds into him from behind. Everything gets easier when the older lifts Taehyung’s top leg and betters his angle. 

His body rocks like a ragdoll with each thrust and his ‘ah-ah’s’ come out in small gasps. 

“Jesus, Taehyung. How are you so tight when I just fucked you?” Jungkook’s breath is hot against Taehyung’s nape. 

He throws his hand back to grip onto Jungkook’s hair and winces when he gets a bite to his shoulder in return. His body is still wound up from before, still overheated from the idea of sitting on a hard cock, still desperate for hands all over him. 

Taking over the task of holding his leg so that Jungkook can touch him properly, he whimpers quietly as Jungkook thumbs over his nipple and scratches down his belly. Pleasure shoots through his entire lower half when Jungkook puts pressure on his taint and he spills hard into the sheets with each incessant thrust into him. 

Jungkook shakes through his own orgasm, grunting and exhaling sharply until he’s finished. Taehyung scoots forward to disconnect them and flop over onto his other side. He pushes Jungkook onto his back while gripping his bicep and kisses him passionately, putting every ounce of need into his little sighs.

“What was that for?” Jungkook smirks breathlessly when Taehyung finally pulls away. 

“You always fuck me so good.” Taehyung pecks the scar on his cheek. “Want you to remember that you’re tired because you fucked me at 3:30 in the morning when you should’ve been sleeping.”

“Your ass is worth losing sleep over.” Jungkook snorts. 

“So is your dick.” Taehyung runs a finger down Jungkook’s softening cock and giggles as he nuzzles against his neck to finally try and catch some sleep.

***

The minute Taehyung steps into Jungkook’s parents’ kitchen on Thanksgiving morning, he knows he’s screwed. 

One, because Jungkook’s parents are gorgeous. He gets his strong and broad build from his dad and his stunning looks from his mom. Jungkook is the perfect combination of the two and they’re aging like fine wine which means Jungkook very much will go down that same route and Taehyung simply cannot handle it. It’s too much. He’s handsome enough as it is. 

The second reason Taehyung is screwed is because Jungkook’s parents are gorgeously kind. His dad is funny and clever and exceptionally gentle-handed. His mother, on the other hand, is boisterous and cheeky. She’s also terribly affectionate, immediately giving Taehyung the biggest hug and dragging him by the hand through the rest of the house to show him where everything is should he need it. 

Back in the kitchen, she throws him an apron and instructs him to get to cutting the rolled out biscuit dough into smaller chunks. Jungkook is already at the counter helping his dad with the apples that Taehyung had picked at the store and discussing some huge federal case that’s been in the news. 

“Well, that was a dreamy sigh.” She says. 

Taehyung blushes hot all the way to his chest. He had no idea he’d done that. 

“It’s okay, I get the same way about his father. They’re two peas in a pod most days.”

She yammers on about the pull-apart sticky bread she’s having Taehyung make. How it’s Jungkook’s favorite but it makes his tummy ache because he has no self-control and eats the whole thing in one sitting like a five year old. Taehyung giggles through her stories and jokes. He helps with other dishes and quietly watches the trio work around each other. 

Dinner is noisy when Jungkook’s dad gets a little tipsy on beer and a little funny and very much into the lousy football game playing on tv. Taehyung had no idea that Jungkook knew anything about football until his mom pulls out four overly stuffed photobooks of Jungkook’s athletic activities from grade school to high school. 

She points out Yoongi, a scrawny kid with mint hair and a quad drum harnessed to his front. “They were inseparable except when it came to football. Although, he regularly demolished Jungkook on the basketball court during the summers.”

Yoongi turns up around dessert time – only now he’s much less scrawny and has beautifully dyed ash-grey hair – and steals half the pan of sticky bread before Jungkook can get his hands on it. He then shares his half with Taehyung while spilling a number of secrets about Jungkook’s childhood. 

“I knew he was nerdy but…”

“Oh, your boy’s a huge nerd.” Yoongi stuffs the last bite of bread into his mouth. “How do you think he became a patent lawyer? He has to know how shit works and who invented it.”

Taehyung giggles. That adds up considering how often Jungkook goes down the rabbit hole for an item or product’s history, only to resurface with some of the weirdest trivia factoids about it. 

He and Yoongi kick everyone out of the kitchen while they clean, though Jungkook’s mom does sit in the corner chair chatting with them. When they’re done, Taehyung goes out into the living room to find both Jungkook and his dad fast asleep in their own recliners. 

“You can snuggle with him.” Jungkook’s mom whispers when he tries to decide where to sit. “We don’t mind.”

Under normal circumstances, he’d probably be too nervous or shy but he feels like he’s been to this house a million times already with the way they’ve welcomed him so he crawls into the chair and gets pulled tight into Jungkook’s sleepy embrace. Yoongi leaves at some point, which is sometime after Taehyung dozes off. A knit blanket drapes over them and Jungkook mumbles a groggy ‘thanks, mom’. 

When Taehyung wakes, it’s with his face squished against Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook and his dad are debating a replay call during a commercial break and Taehyung thinks it’s cute how huffy they get with each other. From somewhere else in the house, a pitchy screech reaches the living room. It sounds alarmingly close to Taehyung’s pterodactyl screech and Jungkook bursts into laughter. 

His dad chuckles and trails after the sound, coming back to announce that the spider in the bathroom is no more. 

“You boys think it’s so funny.” She smacks her husband on the forehead and he pulls her into his lap. She shrieks again and this time Taehyung giggles, too. 

Eventually, they get up to leave. Secretly, Taehyung is bummed that they don’t spend the night in Jungkook’s old bedroom. He wanted to snoop, but he gets the feeling that he’ll have plenty of opportunity some other time.

As they’re making their way out the door, Taehyung gets hugs from both parents while Jungkook gets loaded up with leftovers and strict instructions to return the Tupperware this time. 

“I like your parents.” He says once he’s buckled up in the passenger seat. He’s still so very groggy from his nap. 

“They like you, too.” Jungkook rests his hand on Taehyung’s thigh. “Yoongi texted me while we were napping. He said there’s a jazz bar he wants to take us to on Saturday.”

Taehyung nods sleepily. “I like Yoongi.”

Jungkook smiles. “He’s already fond of you. He’ll probably spoil you more than I do.”

Taehyung giggles and yawns. Everything about the day was domestic and charming and for the first time since before he knew any better, a holiday doesn’t make him sad or melancholic. He didn’t think he’d get this. At least not so soon. He thought he’d have to fight for it like he’d fought for everything else. And he wants this. He wants to keep it. Wants to feel it every year on every holiday and non-holiday and all of the days, weeks, months, and years in between. He leans his head on the cold glass and dozes the rest of the drive home hoping that maybe Jungkook feels the same. 

Jungkook carefully unbuckles him and carries him inside. He keeps all the lights off except the heat light in the bathroom to not wake Taehyung more than he has to. The younger barely gets himself undressed, barely brushes his teeth, and then curls up in the heart of the bed. 

In the morning, he opens his eyes to Jungkook sitting against the headboard reading, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, and a cup of coffee in hand. 

“Morning, baby.” Jungkook brushes his hand absentmindedly through Taehyung’s hair. 

Taehyung hums and wraps his arm around Jungkook’s thick thigh and bites. Nothing sexual, just bites him out of pure need to chomp. It makes the other flinch but he doesn’t get scolded. He kisses over the teeth indents, watching curiously as Jungkook slowly starts to tent his boxers. 

He bites him again, but this time it’s more like a nibble and a suck and a lick. Jungkook holds his breath for a second and then releases it. Taehyung’s hand wanders up and up, lightly tracing patterns along Jungkook’s inner thighs. A small wet patch grows on the fabric. 

Smiling, Taehyung adjusts to support himself while his mouth moves higher up Jungkook’s body. Over his stomach, his belly button, below his pecs, and then his nipples. Jungkook pretends to keep reading despite his heart rate and breaths giving away how affected he is. 

It’s not until Taehyung straddles him fully that he sets the book aside. His round eyes crinkle in the corners and his lips welcome Taehyung’s in a lazy kiss. 

Their exchange is syrupy sweet. Jungkook wraps his arms around Taehyung’s middle while the other wraps his arms around Jungkook’s neck. His hand drapes down his back, nails digging into the muscle that flexes from the deep scratching. 

It’s not long before their laziness turns to urgency, before Jungkook is pulling himself hastily out of his boxers while Taehyung rubs his lubed hand all over it the second he feels him against his ass. He’s not exactly stretched out and yet neither of them seem to care because they’re too eager for one another. 

Jungkook holds Taehyung steady as he slowly sinks down, moaning and groaning, gasping and holding his breath from the stretch, from the intrusion, from the feeling of being split wide the fuck open. They kiss and nip at each other as Taehyung gives himself the chance to adjust.

He doesn’t wait as long as he should; still, the discomfort quickly transitions to pleasure with each rise and fall of his hips. Keeping the pace slow to not wear himself out too soon, Taehyung focuses on his roaming hands, on the sounds Jungkook makes when he pinches and tugs at his nipples, on his own sounds when Jungkook leaves a purple mark on his neck. 

He chases his own pleasure by angling his hips with each downward thrust. Whatever he’s doing seems to have Jungkook in a tailspin because he drops his head back against the wall and brings his feet flat on the bed with his knees up. His glasses are askew. His hands squeeze Taehyung's sides like he’s crushing putty. 

“Just like that, fuck.” His chest heaves and Taehyung picks up the pace until he’s panting just as hard. 

His thighs are sore and sweaty. The slick sound of lube and the headboard rocking against the wall is all the encouragement Taehyung needs to keep going. 

A tightness builds in his gut, his legs spread wider so he can fuck deeper. He leans back onto Jungkook’s thighs for support, moaning aloud from the way his hips are able to tilt. Wrapping his hand around himself, he jerks himself off to the same pace he bounces. 

Every muscle in his body tenses as he clenches down impossibly hard around Jungkook. 

“Don’t stop, baby. Don’t stop. Feels so good.” Jungkook uses his brute strength to help Taehyung keep moving.

They cum nearly at the same time, coating their stomachs and Taehyung’s insides as they groan into loudly into each other’s mouths. 

“Want this.” Taehyung pants, still grinding his hips, unable to stop himself from feeling good for as long as Jungkook stays hard. “Want this forever. Love being home.”

“Good, baby. Always want you home.”