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“How in hell are we supposed to curl up his hair if you forgot the curling iron?” Jimin stomps his foot, a noise of frustration in Taehyung’s left ear while he’s sitting in a vastly uncomfortable styling chair and listening to his friends do nothing but bicker. “Should I just stick my fingers into the oven and use them instead?”
“Your fingers would make some petty ass curls then,” Seokjin snaps from the right side and Taehyung flinches the slightest bit from the high pitch of his voice rising. “The kids were about to break that two century old family heirloom in the living room, so my priorities shifted, okay? And it’s not my fault that the hairstylist didn’t show up.”
Taehyung throws a glance to the mirror in front of him, locks gazes with Yoongi, who just shrugs in a ignore them sort of way. Taehyung wishes he could agree, but his ears are starting to itch.
“Enough of that, it’s fine,” he eventually has to say, ceasing the endless string of words filling the room. It goes silent in a millisecond. “Jimin-ie, just do my makeup. Curly hair isn’t that important.”
Seokjin huffs, crossing his arms in a defiant manner, but he shuts his mouth. Jimin looks slightly panicked, he reaches to grab his essentials, but he’s looking at Taehyung with nothing but rather tender and very obvious vexation. “But baby,” he stresses, reaching to grab his friend’s shoulder hurriedly. “It’s your wedding day. It should be perfect.”
Taehyung smiles, red blooming on his cheeks, he can’t help but smile. Even mentioning, reminding him of what an occasion this day is, his chest just tightens with nothing but joy. It’s indescribable in every sense imaginable, how lightheaded and easy it all feels right now, like a natural flow of energy that fills him with satisfaction.
“Exactly,” Taehyung says, he tilts his head to the side when Jimin’s hand makes his way up his neck and tickles the sensitive spot behind his ear. His voice hitches into a small giggle, “I don’t want to think too much today, that would be absolute perfection for me. Let’s just take it easy.”
Jimin’s touch, as well as his eyes, completely soften and with a small smile and short nod, he reaches for the makeup essentials. “I envy you sometimes, honestly,” he admits as if it’s something new, something he’d just realized, but Taehyung can’t count the number of times he’s heard that particular phrase. “You take things so well, so appropriately. I would be stressed as hell on my wedding day.”
Taehyung hums, closing his eyes when the tip of a soft brush runs across his lids. “I take the wedding as a celebration of everything we’ve accomplished together thus far, stuck through thick and thin for almost nine years. We’re a family,” he says, all of it falling impossibly easy from his lips. “And this is a family celebration. We should enjoy ourselves and have fun, that’s what it’s meant for.”
Yoongi hums with agreement, he’s looking at his phone whilst sitting on the only sofa in the room, his legs elegantly crossed. “I don’t mean to burst that bubble, by any means–” He starts and even if Seokjin raises a warning eyebrow at him, Yoongi continues, “But Hoseok texted me saying they dropped the cake.”
Taehyung closes his eyes in the split second he awaits nothing but chaos.
“What’d you mean they dropped the cake!” Seokjin screeches so loudly it might as well have been heard by the Italian restaurant across the street. Jimin continues applying blush to the apples of Taehyung’s cheeks, opting for silence. “It took me three whole days to make it!”
Taehyung insisted on a two-tier cake, considering the number of invites isn’t big enough to need anything above that, but Seokjin – being the overdramatic and overly enthusiastic friend whom everyone needs – ended up making it five whole tiers. But Taehyung supposes it wouldn’t be wise to point this out now.
“What’d you yell at me for? I’m just transacting information,” Yoongi says, which only causes the tips of Seokjin’s ears to redden further. Fortunately, a knock on the door cuts through the upending argument and upon its opening, a brunet head peeks in to check on everyone.
“Ah, I was looking for you guys everywhere!” Hoseok says with a full on everything is absolutely perfect sort of smile, even if his hair is slightly disheveled and tie pulled loose for whatever reason it may be. “Namjoon told me you guys were in the kitchens, so I brought–”
“Hoseok,” Seokjin immediately interrupts and Jimin stifles a small laugh under his breath at how coldly that sweet name was uttered. Taehyung can’t help but bite back a grin, catching a glimpse of Hoseok’s slightly petrified expression in the mirror. “What about the cake?”
“What do you mean about the–oh, the cake! I figured I’d tell you when I get here, but it was a false alarm. The muffin tray was dropped, not the cake,” Hoseok explains, then tilts his head slightly. “I’m surprised you didn’t come running to check on that. I texted hyung twenty minutes ago?”
“Oh, did you?” Yoongi replies, he sounds genuinely surprised.
Seokjin is still fuming. “For god’s sake, I almost collapsed here! Check when you get your messages!”
“Well sorry, I was busy reciting Wagner for the opening ceremony. I don’t usually play early romantic-era compositions.”
“Taehyung,” Hoseok interrupts again, he pushes the door open with a small laugh. “The kids wanted to see you once before the wedding starts, so I brought them here with Gguk’s permission. That okay with you?”
Whether it’s okay or not – and it absolutely is, like it would be on any other occasion – Taehyung doesn’t take no more than a second to spring out of his chair when he spots two small specimens hiding behind each of Hoseok’s legs. Identical in every sense imaginable, from the glitter in the hair to the puffy dresses and cute slippers, bright smiles as they simultaneously leap towards their father when they see him.
“Papa!” The girl squeals when Taehyung crouches down to catch both of them in his arms, a small breath knocked out of him from their combined force of excitement. “Papa looks so pretty!”
Taehyung’s already having pre-wedding jitters, the last thing he needs is to ruin Jimin’s hard work at his makeup by being on the verge of crying right then and there. He tightens his arms around his two kids, smacking kisses atop their foreheads and resisting to sneeze when some glitter brushes against his nose.
“You two look so pretty as well,” he coos, pulling away to look at the twins with nothing but fondness at how big their eyes are with childlike amazement. He’d give them the world if he could. “Did grandma dress you like this?”
He tucks a strand of hair behind the boy’s ear, who giggles and claps his hands excitedly. Taehyung notices some glitter left at the tips of his fingers, but he should’ve expected such an outcome when he left the kids at his parents’ home early this morning.
“Yes!” The girl replies and Taehyung’s not surprised to hear it, his mother always succumbs to their every wish when they give her the puppy eyes. She then tugs at the sleeve of Taehyung’s jacket, “Papa, who looks prettier in the dress? Eunho’s being mean and saying he looks better than me.”
Taehyung shakes his head with a small laugh, hearing Jimin mutter a “how cute” under his breath and honestly, what is there more to be said? They’re all so weak for them, they’ve always been.
“You’re both adorable in those dresses,” Seokjin chimes in with an obvious delight in his voice. “Who picked the color? It’s really pretty.”
“Me! Yisoo picked the color!” The girl raises her hand enthusiastically and jumps on her feet a little, always slipping into third person when she’s proud of herself and wants to act overly cute about it. Taehyung has the sudden urge to pinch her soft cheeks and just coo.
He notices, however, Eunho shuffling from one foot or another – he always does this when he’s nervous, as a force of habit. “P–Papa,” he eventually manages to say and moves his hands from hiding behind the widespread tool skirt, showcasing his hold on what appears to be a small note. “Appa sent this to you.”
With a blink of surprise, Taehyung takes the note–it’s actually a small card, the edges decorated with lace and the thin, long drag of black ink indicates to his fiancée’s handwriting. “I can’t wait to be married to you. I love you so much,” it reads with a small heart drawn next to the last word and signed with “–your future husband.”
“Oh my god,” Taehyung chokes on a laugh, because this is so him, this is so Jeongguk, so cute and charming just like him. His future husband, yeah. Holy shit, they’re actually getting married – with a nine year old relationship under their belt, a lot of both joyous and torturous memories shared, a family they’ve built, now they’re finally tying the knot.
“Papa,” Yisoo says, she places her small hand on Taehyung’s cheek and he didn’t realize it, until she did it, that his eyes stung with a few tears. “Don’t cry. Jimin-ie will be mad if the makeup runs.”
And even Jimin can’t help but laugh, though it sounds nothing but choked up as well. The innocence of children, their natural goodhearted nature is something so refreshing and so giving in moments like these, where Taehyung can’t seem to gather his emotions at all. He thought he was calm up until that point, until that note was handed to him.
When Eunho clings to his arm, Taehyung embraces both of the kids with a broken chuckle, figuring his eyeshadow can be fixed in due time. Because now, his heart is hammering too much for him to focus, beating up in his ears with sheer exhilaration.
I can’t wait to be married to you too, it rings to him. It sounds naïve, almost, so simple and yet so right. Because Jeongguk is, and always was, the beginning of the rest of Taehyung’s life.
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Playing the Bridal Chorus during the ceremony may be a bit ironic, seeing as they’re both grooms, but maybe that is the beauty of irony they’ve always abided by. Because this event, as a whole, has been pretty improvised in the last month or so – even if they’ve gotten engaged two years prior to that.
They kept putting it off, excusing it on many life difficulties, mishaps and having to do a lot of preparation for the wedding, but the right time has come eventually – in a pinch, they made all of their arrangements, found a suitable and nearby wedding hall, made reservations for their honeymoon and had their friends help out with some other minor details.
Yoongi, for example, felt nothing short of honored to play the piano for the opening ceremony – perhaps returning the gesture of Taehyung playing at his own wedding two years ago. He fills the room with a melody people usually associate with joy and new beginnings, the guests stand and look down the aisle.
It’s surreal, in every sense imaginable, for Taehyung to see Jeongguk standing at end of the red carpet laid out for them – the same one their kids garnished with petals of white roses just minutes prior. Seeing Jeongguk, his Jeongguk, look so astonished, breathtaking with his long, curly hair, his pretty eyes widened, the white suit fitting him all too right, too perfect like he’s always been.
It’s unbelievable to think that this will soon be his husband, after so many years.
Taehyung’s father walks him down the aisle, because his mother had been too much of an emotional wreck to do it instead – even now, Taehyung can hear her sniffling from the front rows of their guests – but his dad is trembling also, his arm anything but calm as Taehyung holds onto him with a nervous grip.
Ah, he wishes he’d saw how Jeongguk looked earlier, being walked down the aisle by his own father, wondering if he’d been as anxious as Taehyung is right now. He must’ve been so pretty, so handsome and beautiful, but Taehyung’s wish to see him for the first time today like this has been much stronger. And so worth it.
His father kisses his hands when they’re at the end of the road, a whisper of good luck against Taehyung’s knuckles. He feels like his legs might give out at any point now, the music mellowing out in his ears, the world slowing down in front of his eyes.
Taehyung catches every detail, from Yisoo’s encouraging claps, over his mother’s tear stricken face, to Namjoon pulling a napkin from his back pocket in await of his building tears–and then, he sees Jeongguk. His long-term partner, the man whom he has children with, the man who holds the entire world in his hands, the person whose arms Taehyung wants to leap into right then and there.
But he collects himself, takes several steps forward and grabs Jeongguk’s extended hand – it feels like the first time, honestly, when they had their first date back in university and Jeongguk offered to escort him home with a subtle graze of their fingers during the autumn cold. It’s a sense of warmth and belonging, because they’ve always been each other’s home.
Jeongguk’s hands are shaking, but his smile is dazzling and really lovely, Taehyung just feels like he’s falling in love all over again.
“Friends and family, we have gathered here today to announce and celebrate the union in marriage of our two lovely grooms, Jeon Jeongguk and Kim Taehyung,” the marriage officiant – whom they booked on short notice – begins the ceremony, her hands clasped together and voice booming. “I welcome you all to this wonderful display of commitment and hope you will show and give all of your love, support and happy wishes to our couple.”
Taehyung isn’t quite sure how long these sorts of ceremonies last, they’ve always been a blur in his mind when he’d attend them, usually crying halfway through the entire thing. And it’s hard even now, not to choke up, but Jeongguk gently squeezes his hands as a sign of comfort.
He’s giving him that coy smile, the same one he used to have when Taehyung would have a bad day and he’d take him out on an impromptu date to cheer him up, when he would bring Taehyung breakfast to bed on days he got to rest from work, the sort of shy smile Jeongguk had when he first confessed to him under a Sakura tree.
“We all know, marriage is a challenge – perhaps the most difficult one a relationship can endure. But people choose to take that risk to strengthen their bond, solidify the love they already nurture for one another, to take on all new learning experiences together. To believe in one another, share memories of nothing but tender laughter, grow dedication and never dim the flame of passion between them.”
Most words are a blur, the speech drowns out in Taehyung’s ears when his heart thumps up to his throat. His hands are still shaking, his legs feel weak because it’s overwhelming, more than he thought it would be. It is perfect in every sense of the word, it feels amazing and yet unreal, too good to be true.
Taehyung wouldn’t be able to look at his friends or family right now, to see how they’re handling this–probably no better than him. He just sees Jeongguk, his boyfriend, soon to be husband, his entire world and everything in between.
The marriage officiant goes on for a while more, words of philosophy falling short to the sorts of emotions the two grooms are experiencing. “It is time to say your vows now,” she eventually speaks, haltering the breath of anyone in the room. “Remember, these words you say now are your sacred promises, which will bring you peace and joy if you were to follow them through with nothing but love and desire in your heart. Which groom would like to take the stand first?”
They look at each other simultaneously, unsure because they haven’t talked this through–didn’t get the time to write their vows, little alone decide who will recite them first. Seeing as he’s on the verge of passing out, Taehyung decides to gather himself and with a squeeze to Jeongguk’s hands, he clears his throat.
“T–This–ah, this is harder and more awkward than I thought it would be,” he says with nervous laughter, one which erupts some shared giggles in the audience. “I don’t know why it feels weird to have to proclaim my love to you, in front of everyone – not for the fact that I am ashamed of it, of course, but I think our love has always been more… intimate. Even if our display of affection was always strong, most of our confessions were whispers.”
Jeongguk is looking at him with longing, the same sort he’s held all this time. Taehyung’s breath knocked out of him at the sight.
“You told me you liked me first. You were a cute freshman, I remember, brave enough to ask me out in front of my group of friends in the middle of the courtyard,” Taehyung continues, memories flooding his mind when Jeongguk’s pretty cheeks flush further at the reminder. “It was cute, so I couldn’t refuse. Little did I know, nor did I ever imagine back then, that I’d walk down the aisle nine years later, to see you waiting for me at the end of it. It turned out pretty good for us, didn’t it?”
With a shaky chuckle, Jeongguk nods. His hands are trembling now too, but Taehyung continues, words rolling off his tongue like waves, “You’re family, Jeongguk, you’ll always be. I love you in ways I’m not able to expresses, not able to put into words because you’re beyond everything I’ve ever imagined in my life. I promise to never forget that, I will never stop cherishing you. From the moment I decided to be yours, I haven’t had a single regret.”
Taehyung bares a particular memory in mind, from three years ago – when he’d volunteer at adoption centers, always keen on doing charity work in his spare time, the occasion of meeting the twins when they were three years old. Six months later, after finalizing the adoption, he watched them run into Jeongguk’s arms at the porch of their home.
The moment he saw Jeongguk’s eyes light up with nothing but joy, Taehyung knew for sure this would be the man he will spend the rest of his life with. He just knew.
“H–Hyung–Taehyung,” Jeongguk starts his vows, but his words are crashing over one another. He takes a deep breath, then looks him in the eyes, a soft gaze that melts Taehyung’s heart and brings back so many echoes of the past. “I’m not going to lie, at first, it was childlike love – the first time I saw you on campus, I jokingly told my friends that I want to marry you. Ironic, right? Maybe I jinxed it, sorry about that.”
Taehyung laughs again, he’s growing impossibly fonder of Jeongguk as each minute goes by.
“Over time, as I got to know you, I began to fall more. I started to become fascinated with every little thing you did – your eyes would light up as soon as I suggested we’d go on a theater date, you’d scrunch your nose cutely whenever you accidentally ate something hot, you whine when things don’t go your way–” catch the present tense there, “–but also, everything you did was beautiful.”
Gosh, Jeongguk looks like he will kiss him right then and there. Taehyung feels his eyes sting, because Jeongguk is always so genuine, so honest and candid about his feelings, it’s one of the best qualities he’s never changed over the years.
“I’ll always remember how you’d read me poetry on sleepless nights, how often I cried in your chest when things got too difficult, the way you never hesitated to tell me you love me, even when we were on the verge of breaking–you never doubted that, darling, and I can’t begin to explain what it means to me.”
Yeah, Taehyung is definitely crying right now. And to be fair, the audience isn’t in any sort of better state, but it’s hard to focus on this right now.
Jeongguk tugs him by the hands, pulls him in and presses their foreheads together. Taehyung’s whole body shakes, his heart shudders.
“You’re my world, Kim Taehyung, my world and my stars, my sun and moon, my entire universe. I promise to you, and to myself, that I will never treat you as anything less than that, because you’re the one who helped me find meaning, helped me find myself. I will stay by your side, until death do us part.”
“Until death do us part,” Taehyung repeats, eyes squeezed shut. If he were to look at Jeongguk now, his lungs would cease the capacity to function.
“I’ll take this as the right time to ask the two important questions,” the officiant says, making a gesture to Namjoon to bring over the rings. It’s silent in the moment, when Namjoon steps up on the podium and drops the small box in Jeongguk’s extended hand, his proud smile making Jeongguk’s entire world go round.
“Do you, Jeon Jeongguk, take this man to be your wedded husband?” She asks and Jeongguk struggles to open the box for a moment, to fetch the ring and slide it over Taehyung’s finger with upmost elegancy, even if he’s trembling with excitement because wow, it’s happening.
“I do,” he answers without hesitation, hands the box to his… husband, oh god.
“And do you, Kim Taehyung, take this man to be your wedded husband as well?”
“I do,” Taehyung speaks, confident and yet bewildered, he slowly slides the piece of silver on Jeongguk’s finger. He does it with the right hand, giving Jeongguk a view, a reminder of the engagement ring – the diamond of it reflects the indoor lights beautifully.
“By the power of love and commitment and the power I am vested with, I declare you as wedded husbands. You may now share your first kiss in this marriage.”
Jeongguk’s arm finds Taehyung’s waist in no time and it’s for the best really, because the power he kisses him with would’ve knocked Taehyung on his knees, he bends backwards when Jeongguk deepens the languid touch of lips and the cheers, the cries and all the encouraging words of the attendees are suddenly mute – Jeongguk kisses him like it’s their first time.
In a way, it is. Their first time as husbands.
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“Was it really necessary to book a room here?” Taehyung says, he pulls the bowtie loose as soon as they step inside the hotel room. It’s a suite of beige walls, a modern style and pulled curtains to showcase the Seoul nightlife – the space smells fresh, like newly washed sheets and lavender sticks.
“Hyung insisted on it,” Jeongguk explains and he doesn’t even have to say the name for Taehyung to know this is Seokjin’s doing. “It’s just one night and our flight is early, so we might as well get a good rest.”
They’ll spend their honeymoon in Japan, which is great nostalgia-wise, but the only available flights on that date and short notice were at seven in the morning, so they didn’t have any other choice but to book a hotel room closest to the airport. Lord knows that if they slept at home, it would be hard to separate them from the kids on the day of the flight (and vice-versa).
Jeongguk runs fingers through his hair, pushes it back and sighs with relief. “We should wash up and get some sleep, yeah?” He says, taking off his white jacket. Taehyung’s eyes follow the movement, the shift of Jeongguk’s dress shirt against his back muscles – he wonders if the marks his nails left there are still visible after so many days of abstinence from sex.
Coming up behind his husband, Taehyung wraps his arms around the small of Jeongguk’s waist and hears him squeak with surprise. His breath always hitches so cutely. “Gguk-ah,” he drawls, one hand dipping lower and fingers running across the faux leather of the belt tightly bound around Jeongguk’s hips. “It’s our first night as newlyweds.”
Jeongguk shudders, glances at him over the shoulder. His eyes are already starting to darken, tongue poking out to wet his lips quickly. “Yeah?” He prompts, encouraging Taehyung to elaborate, even if they both know exactly why he’s saying this.
Taehyung presses his face to Jeongguk’s neck, his arms tightening their grip on the younger male. “Won’t you fuck me tonight, then?” He whispers, feels Jeongguk twitch in his hold. With a smirk, Taehyung nuzzles up Jeongguk’s neck and reaches his ear, “You finally have me all to yourself, babe, why not make use of it?”
It’s only a minute of course, between Taehyung daring to say that and Jeongguk grabbing him by the arm and pinning him to nearest wall. A gasp gets knocked out of Taehyung, but it’s swallowed by Jeongguk’s lips just as quick, tongue evading his mouth and other hand gripping his waist tight. Taehyung is already starting to melt.
It’s hard to think, really, with his nerves still tingling with excitement and now even having Jeongguk’s hips press dangerously over his, a stutter to them that makes both of them twitch–Taehyung pants for air when Jeongguk’s lips are on his neck, still holding him in a bruising grip. The pain is good, it feels fucking amazing.
Right, they were supposed to wash up. This isn’t according to plan.
“J–Jeongguk, I–ah–” Taehyung squirms when his husband bites and sucks on every surface of skin he manages to find with Taehyung being so buttoned up. His lips feel like fire, it’s too hard to resist and yet Taehyung whimpers, tries to get himself together. “L–Let’s get to the bathroom first, okay? Then you can fuck me into next week.”
With a hum, Jeongguk nods – he pulls away with a lot of restraint, but his cheeks are really flushed, lips sore and lord, it’s so hard for Taehyung to resist the temptation of dropping to his knees right then and there. Instead, he reaches out to tuck a long strand of hair behind Jeongguk’s ear, which also has a blushing tip, how cute.
“Let me just grab my things, I’ll be right behind you,” Taehyung says, he leans in to capture Jeongguk’s lips in a chaste kiss and pulls away when he feels Jeongguk’s fingers press into his waist once more. It sends a tremor through his body and his legs are already weak as they are.
“Do you want a soak, or?” Jeongguk prompts, his voice is raspy and already sounds a little strained. Taehyung can’t blame him, it’s been a good two weeks since they’ve fucked and it was starting to get to the both of them.
“Yeah, a bath sounds nice. Put some oil in too, if they have it.”
With a small kiss to his lower lip, a gentle drag of a tongue across his bruised skin, Taehyung then feels Jeongguk’s body heat leave his body. A moment later, he hears a door open and close, at which point his knees finally give out and he slides down the wall with a heavy breath.
He feels like a teenager all over again, getting flustered over the littlest of touches. But it’s been a long day for the both of them, honestly, with the wedding and all, it turns out to have been much more exhausting than he originally assumed it would be. Not to mention that leaving their kids at his parents’ made his heart feel particularly heavy.
It takes a few minutes, he hears the sizzling of water in the bathroom and Taehyung finally gathers himself to make a way towards the bed. He opens their suitcase, makes a search for some pajamas and underwear (though he supposes they’d quickly be discarded, but oh well) and then, his fingers brush over a soft material of… tulle? Or is it lace?
Breath hitching, Taehyung throws a quick glance to the bathroom door, his nerves are tingling. Fuck, he forgot that he brought this – this being, you guessed it, a set of lingerie. White lingerie. He hasn’t even worn it yet, wanted to save it for their honeymoon night, but–ah, now that he picks up the garments and feels the material in his hands, Taehyung is having this insatiable urge to put it on right away. To see what sort of expression Jeongguk will have upon the sight.
“Taehyung-ah!” And speaking of the wolf. “I set up the water, let’s get in before it gets cold.”
“I’m coming!” Taehyung calls back, he folds the lingerie and debates himself for a moment, but then chooses to hide it between his pajamas so Jeongguk won’t notice when he brings it with himself.
The bathroom turns out to be as ridiculously luxurious as the rest of the suite, but it’s hard to find reason to comment on the tiled walls, the full-body mirrors or the small chandelier hanging from the midst of the ceiling, when Jeon Jeongguk, his husband, is laying down in the bath with his head tilted back, long hair tickling his shoulders, lips parted to heave sighs of relief, sculptured chest glistening under the lights–
Shit, Taehyung is never going to get used to this, to seeing him like this. He’s gotten so lucky.
“Tae?” Jeongguk calls, he sits up a little to look at him properly. He throws a glance down Taehyung’s body, then fixes the gaze on his face, giggling upon the blush that rests on Taehyung’s cheeks. “You don’t plan to get in fully dressed, right?”
Taehyung drops his clothes on an empty shelf, fingers trembling as they unbutton his shirt to ridden of it. He keeps thinking about the lingerie, it’s not leaving his mind at all. Especially when the soft material of his clothing slides off his body and drops to the ground, first leaving his chest exposed, all lithe and pretty, then his bare legs come in view as well, long and tan.
“Beautiful,” Jeongguk breathes out without even realizing it, he keeps staring at Taehyung, the broad width of his shoulders and how his figure thins at the waist, the rounds again around his hips and buttocks. God, he missed that ass, most of all. “Get in here, I can’t wait to get my hands all over you.”
With a breathless chuckle, Taehyung obliges. The bath is large, the water smells like vanilla and the bubbles add to the atmosphere, he steps in one leg at a time, adjusting to the warm water, before completely sliding in. They have space, but don’t know of the fact, as Taehyung prefers to lean back into Jeongguk, sit between his legs and rest on his chest, because it feels content.
They sit in silence for a few moments, just basking in the glow and aftermath of the wonderful day they’ve had, before Jeongguk finally breaks it with a sigh. “I still can’t believe it,” he says, unsurprisingly, his arm wrapped around Taehyung’s waist and rubbing smooth circles into his side. “We’re actually married, wow.”
Taehyung giggles, he bites his lower lip to contain himself, because the statement sounds so innocent, such a bona fide. He can’t really grasp it either, not yet. “Officially husbands,” he says. “I got you all to myself.”
“You always have,” Jeongguk reminds him with a chuckle of his own, his hand drops to Taehyung’s hip, lips in his hair and leaving lingering kisses across his nape. “Can we really do it tonight, though? I don’t want you to be sore in the morning.”
Taehyung shifts a little, presses further back and drops his head on Jeongguk’s shoulder. “You think you’ll fuck me that good?” He teases, almost on reflex, but he doesn’t even get a look at Jeongguk’s eyes before he feels the younger bite the shell of his ear, one hand placing itself on his inner thigh.
“Baby,” Jeongguk says slowly, his tone dropped and satoori slipped, it always succeeds in making Taehyung weak. Well, he also can’t ignore the fingers lingering over his taint, the faint press of a digit very close to his twitching hole. Jeongguk’s breath is hot on his skin, “I know I will.”
There’s a hardness Taehyung oh so well knows, pressing to his back and honestly (if he didn’t have any other plans), he’d ride Jeongguk right then and there. He’d lower himself down on his steadily hardening cock, would take joy in the pain of the stretch and fuck himself on it until every muscle in his body hurt. But that’s for another time.
When Jeongguk’s hands leave his body, Taehyung assumed it’s the end of it, just until they take a liking to his chest instead – fingers circling around his nipples simultaneously, grazing around them with blunt nails, before flicking each at a time. Taehyung’s breath stutters, he’s forgotten how sensitive that spot of his body is, especially when Jeongguk pulls his hard buds and wretches a moan from him.
“G–Gguk, please–” Taehyung begins, but his voice falls to small stutters, cute ‘hhng’ sounds dropping from his lips when Jeongguk cups his pectorals and squeezes them, licking a wet stripe across his neck and then biting at the sensitive spot on his nape. “B–Bed. Let’s go to bed.”
Jeongguk hums with acknowledgement, he ceases his actions, but Taehyung can still feel how hard he is. Fuck, it’s really been a while, huh? Before he knows it, they’re washed up and out of the bathtub, with Jeongguk helping him get on his feet without slipping.
Taehyung’s eyes drop and he makes a strangled whine in the back of his throat, he sits at the edge of the tub and watches how Jeongguk dries himself with a white towel – he’s gorgeous, all tall and lean, sculptured by the Greek gods and countless hours at the gym, hair just slightly dripping at the edges and wet droplets sliding down his tattooed arm.
But Taehyung can’t help but stare at his legs, those thighs and those hips – how his cock, long, thick and half-hard gets tucked into those loose, plaid boxers he got him for Christmas two years ago. Taehyung can’t help the disappointed noise that leaves him and upon it, Jeongguk laughs and takes a step forward – cups his husband’s chin and tilts his head upwards to kiss him slowly.
“Desperate, babe?” He chuckles and Taehyung’s knees buckle. Jeongguk pulls away to run a thumb over those glossy lips, slipping it inside and watching Taehyung’s lids slide down on reflex, sucking the digit into his mouth without a second thought. “Should I help you dry up?”
It’s obvious by now, how aroused Taehyung is getting, but he really, really needs to get himself together. When Jeongguk’s fingers pull out with a lewd pop, he catches his breath quickly. “N–No, I’ll be right out. Just give me a second,” he says, plays it off as him needing a break. Which is true, but he also has other ideas.
Jeongguk kisses him again and with another hum, he proceeds to leave the room.
What the fuck? I am not okay, Taehyung feels his heart beat up to his ears. His hands are shakily gripping the edge of the tub for support, but his eyes stay concentrated on the pile of clothes just centimeters away. His pajamas, underwear and the… lingerie.
Is it a good idea, even? Taehyung wonders, he tries to imagine the scenario, what it would feel like to wear it – probably sexy, right? Sensual even, with how soft the material is. Jeongguk’s hands groping his body over the white lace, mouthing on his weak, intimate spots without even taking it off, fucking him while Taehyung wears the pretty set–
Alright, he needs to wear it. Right this instant.
Considering the price, Taehyung isn’t surprised he’s got a piece of quality in his hands and he doesn’t ever doubt himself when it comes to his looks and Jeongguk enjoying the display, but–well, the last time he wore lingerie was in university. Sometimes he’d just curl up in soft cotton panties and a vibrator and lull himself to sleep with a slow orgasm, but dressing up for someone–for your husband–is different.
Okay, thigh highs first. See through, soft as he slides them over his legs, lacey bands snapping secure around his plush thighs. They even have bows on the backs of them, which hasn’t taken notice of during purchasing, but it’s not a feature he at all minds. Next, the garter belt.
Luckily, he has experience with lingerie, so he has no trouble putting it on – but Taehyung’s long forgotten how it feels like on his skin. This set, in particular, has soft ruffles, peplums that make his physique looking absolutely mouthwatering when he catches glimpses of himself in the full-body mirror. The garter belt, especially, does wonders for his waist.
Two items are left now – the bra and panties.
Here’s the thing, with this set being unisex, Taehyung didn’t really pay attention to the parts that came with it. He figured he’d abandon any piece he doesn’t wish to wear, but as he observes the–well, it’s more of a bralette, to be honest, matching ruche and all, it’s thin and very obviously aimed at flat-chested people–he’s starting to think it may not be a bad idea.
Considering how utterly obsessed Jeongguk can be with that part of his body, Taehyung wouldn’t put it past him to like this. He figures it won’t hurt to try it out, so he slides the bralette on. The straps are thin and feel comfortable on his shoulders and with his nipples already a little sore from earlier activities, the brush against them makes Taehyung squeeze his thighs together. It feels… good, definitely feels good.
And the panties, they’re… nice. Taehyung shudders when he puts them on, they’re snug around his hips and have enough room to tuck himself in, which is a problem he’s had with previous lingerie sets (it’s kind of his fault for having a big dick, but whatever). Even if he’s sensitive at the moment, with all the prior touching, his arousal has subdued a little. This feels intimate, more than anything, sensual and provoking of feelings he’s long forgotten.
“Babe,” there’s a knock on the door, soft and startling. Taehyung jumps a little, then throws a glance in its direction. “Is everything alright? You’ve been in there for a while now.”
Jeongguk’s voice, soft and mellow, is subdued with concern and feels like a wave washing over Taehyung, the realization of how long he’s taken to adjust to the feeling of lace on his skin crashing into him all at once. He clears his suddenly dry throat, “S–Sorry, just got caught up with something. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Are you sure? If you’re too tired to do anything tonight, I’ll put on a movie and we can cuddle ‘till we fall asleep.”
God, it’s unexplainable how deeply in love Taehyung is with this man.
A smile tugs at his lips, fingers drumming over the ends of his panties with slow, lingering touches. “Don’t try to bail on me now. I still want to be fucked six ways to Sunday,” he laughs, it might sound a bit choked, but that’s because fire is itching beneath his skin. “Just give me moment, okay?”
Perhaps the reason Jeongguk drops it is because he knows Taehyung too well, knows how he talks when he’s actually emitting an emotion of distress, would be able to hear it in his voice in an instant – and so, he trusts his husband and with soft footsteps, leaves once more.
Taehyung heaves a sigh of relief, but anxiety soon overcomes him again. How does he approach to presenting himself to Jeongguk, dressed like this, exactly? Walking straight out seems overconfident, even for him, but also shortens the hint of a surprise. Luckily, there’s a nearby bathrobe awaiting the guests, which Taehyung grabs with gratefulness.
It’s white, a coincidentally matching color, though in the softest fabric that falls like heaven on his bare skin. It feels innocent, in contrast, which makes Taehyung’s cheeks evidently flush when he catches a brief glance of himself in the mirror. He ties the robe and with a deep breath, exits the room.
He finds Jeongguk laying on the bed and flipping music channels on the television screen above the fireplace. Hand resting at the waistband of his boxers, hair splayed against the leather headboard, eyes unfocused until Taehyung comes into view.
“Babe? Everything alright?” He immediately asks, of course, dropping the remote on the nightstand and then moving to the foot of the bed. He’s probably questioning why Taehyung is walking so slowly towards him, as if having something to hide (spoiler alert, he does). “I was wondering why it took you so…”
Jeongguk’s eyes suddenly drop and he would’ve slipped, honestly, if it hadn’t planted his bare feet on the floor on time. Taehyung would’ve found the sight slightly amusing, but Jeongguk’s irises are glazed over and his tongue briefly pokes out to wet his suddenly dry lips. It’s the stockings, he’s looking at them with intent.
“I was getting ready,” Taehyung explains, attempts to keep his voice leveled when he finally stands in front of his husband, taking in every flabbergasted scrutiny of his face. Jeongguk’s hair hangs low enough to cover most of his expression, so Taehyung reaches out to tuck a strand behind his ear. In return, he’s suddenly hauled forward by Jeongguk grabbing the backs of his thighs.
Taehyung yelps, but his breath breaks into a whimper when Jeongguk leans forward just enough to press his face into his groin over the material of the robe. Taehyung feels his cock harden slightly, the lace shifting against his arousal and making him tremble.
Jeongguk noses up to the sash holding the robe together, his fingers are carefully skimming over the tops of the thigh highs. He dips a thumb under the elastic band and sighs with nothing but a quiver. “Getting ready?” He repeats, voice breathy. “For what?”
Taehyung bites his lip, his hands are on Jeongguk’s shoulders and pressing steady crescent marks into the tattooed skin. “For you, of course,” he answers, without hesitation. This is driving him crazy. “Do me a favor and take this off for me, darling?”
He’s obviously referring to the robe and Jeongguk takes it as privilege, his hands stay in place, instead biting at the end of the sash and pulling it back by his teeth. He looks cute like that, Taehyung watches him closely in fear of missing a single micro expression his husband makes. Jeongguk’s jaw is slack, eyes widening the slightest bit when the robe comes undone.
Even without it entirely off, Taehyung feels incredibly exposed. He gulps, seeing as Jeongguk is too shocked to do anything but grip his thighs even more – of which the touch is nothing short of electrifying – Taehyung takes matters into his own hands, reaching up to move the soft fabric off his shoulders, feeling it pool to his ankles.
The air is as soft as Jeongguk’s gaze. It’s burning through Taehyung, wanton and also… lovely? It’s hard to explain, but the way Jeongguk’s eyes rake up and down continuously, the way his breath appears to shorten and cheeks seem to flush, those are all telltale signs of being awed. Astonished disbelief.
Taehyung doesn’t feel insecure, actually – he’s long forgotten experiencing that in the bedroom, because Jeongguk makes him feel so safe and appreciated – but it’s more of a matter of… reliving old experiences, old preferences. He hasn’t had the opportunity to indulge himself for a long while, much less do it with Jeongguk. With his husband.
“Y–You–” Said husband stutters, his boxers are evidently starting to tent. Much like him, Taehyung hardens as well, especially under Jeongguk’s gaze. He’s looking at the panties intently, before he glances upwards and outwardly groans. “God, fuck–even this? You’re driving me crazy.”
He brings one hand up, to place it over Taehyung’s peck. His palm feels warm over Taehyung’s nipple, which immediately hardens against the touch and makes him whimper. He feels sensitive, so, so sensitive.
“You like it?” Taehyung asks, even if the question is quite ridiculous. Jeongguk’s as hard as a rock, his hands are greedy and eyes filled with desire, what other indicator does he need? But he still prompts an answer, expects it, wants to hear how this sort of getup makes his husband feel.
“I fucking love it, Taehyung,” he’s immediately corrected. Jeongguk’s fingers squeeze Taehyung’s hard bud between the digits, nails leaving a delicious sting against the surface of his chest. “You’re stunning, white looks gorgeous on you. And your cock in these panties… shit, I want to reduce you to a quivering mess right now, you know that?”
Taehyung gasps, almost bites down on his tongue when Jeongguk’s other hand suddenly cups him between his shaky legs. Those agile fingers rub the surface around his hole, while the palm steadily presses against the taint. Jeongguk’s teasing him, his touch pure fire.
“G–Gguk–ah,” the suffix comes out as a moan, Taehyung’s vision is overcame with a haze. Jeongguk cups his balls next, closely watching him unravel. He hasn’t put his lips on Taehyung yet, which in turn makes Taehyung needier. “Y–Your–fuck, your mouth, please–”
“Not yet,” Jeongguk cuts him short, he suddenly leverages Taehyung by the waist in order to pull him in. “Tell me your safe signals, darling, just in case. Do you want it soft tonight, hm?”
With a shy bite to the bottom lip, Taehyung nods. His lids feel heavy, hands clammy, hole clenching desperately under the panties, edging on the desperation of wanting to be filled, stuffed until he can’t breathe. “Mm, handle me gently,” he breathes out, needy. Almost innocent, in a way.
Jeongguk’s eyes close at the sound of his voice, fingers pressing bruises in Taehyung’s waist. It’s almost like he’s holding back. “Safe signals,” he repeats, voice low.
“P–Pineapple. And three taps,” Taehyung answers.
That is about all Jeongguk needs to hear, he smiles in what appears to be approval, which does nothing less but make Taehyung’s skin tingle with anticipation. Jeongguk’s lips press on the bare surface of his skin between the bralette and garter belt, voice hushed, “How about using that pretty mouth of yours to get my cock wet and ready for you, hm? Would you like that, darling?”
Taehyung can’t believe the desperate sort of noise he lets out, the way his knees buckle. Jeongguk chuckles breathlessly at the way he quivers, still holds him securely in await of a confirmation.
“P–Please,” Taehyung whimpers, hopeless, he yearns to feel, to be pushed to an edge he’s long forgotten. “Can you–mm, ah–fuck my mouth, please?”
Jeongguk pulls him into his lap almost instantaneously, as if those words triggered a particular spike of arousal within his body. Taehyung’s sound of surprise is muffled by his lips being sucked in, sucked on, bitten and glazed over–gods, he can never get over how good Jeongguk is at kissing, at making him feel so putty so easily, like he knows his body better than Taehyung does.
“M–Mm, Gguk–ah,” Taehyung gasps when Jeongguk sucks on his jaw next, slow kisses contrasting the hurried movements of his hands all over Taehyung’s waist, dipping at the lower back and then rounding against his soft tummy. “M–My mouth is–ahh, empty, I just–”
“I know, baby, I know,” Jeongguk assures him, daring palms rubbing at the hem of the white panties. He kisses Taehyung again, flicking his tongue over his top lip, almost a sensual touch. “I just want to check how well you prepared yourself. Did you, hyung?”
Taehyung’s body twitches, clenching desperately. Fuck, how long has it been since Jeongguk called him that? Maybe university, the first few years of their relationship? The honorifics were eventually dropped, never given a second thought, until now.
“I–I did, a little,” Taehyung whispers, feels Jeongguk’s grin against the surface of his bruising neck. His breath hitches, however, when Taehyung drops a hand over his still-covered arousal, lips edging at his husband’s ear. “I just… don’t think it’s enough for this to fit, Gguk-ah.”
Jeongguk breathes in, teeth biting at the column above Taehyung’s protruding collarbone, lips enclosing on the skin and suckling. His hands run over the panties, fondle Taehyung’s cheeks and spread them in a slow manner. “Tease,” he murmurs back, voice dangerously low. “I thought you wanted it slow tonight, hyung.”
“Gently,” Taehyung corrects, elbows resting at Jeongguk’s shoulders and back arched in quite a tantalizing sight. His nipples press more into the fabric of the bralette. “Want you to take me apart gently, make me cry for it.”
Jeongguk’s fingers slip under the lower side of the panties, close to his taint. When pads rub the surface around his twitching entrance, Taehyung only shudders and has a passing thought of his crying point perhaps being closer than he initially assumed. Because Jeongguk eases a finger inside with no difficulty, rubbing up his walls, feeling how stretched he is, considerate, even if Taehyung wants it to hurt.
“Look at how hard you are,” Jeongguk says, the removal of his hand from Taehyung’s ass earning a sound of disappointment from his husband, just until he presses the heel of said palm over Taehyung’s neglected cock. “God, I want nothing but to ruin you.”
Another finger, it’s a small stretch and it should burn, but it doesn’t. Taehyung shimmies his hips the slightest bit, just enough for Jeongguk’s fingers to inch further inside. They’re missing his prostate on purpose, as if the sole purpose is just stretching him out, which is both infuriating and just as arousing.
As a distraction, Taehyung’s hands fall into Jeongguk’s lap–fondling, at first, shaky hands grasping at the waistband and then cupping his husband’s straining cock. Fuck, the size makes Taehyung’s mouth water–he’s now realizing how much he missed having it inside him. Because it’s been a while since they did this, having settled on occasional handjobs before bed or fingering quickies in Jeongguk’s studio, not having any more time in the day whilst preparing the wedding and handling the kids.
Now, they’re taking it slow. Jeongguk’s digits are nudging inside and winding him up, the lace is suddenly pressing tighter on Taehyung’s skin, as if the heat of lust is making him go rigid. The moment he takes Jeongguk’s cock out of the confines of its boxers, Taehyung pushes his hips forward and grinds against him.
“Fuck, hyung–” Jeongguk groans and his fingers curl on reflex, in turn nudging Taehyung’s prostate. The sudden kick of pleasure ripples up Taehyung’s spine, the sensitive spot inside him being so carelessly and suddenly touched making the entirety of his mind cloudy.
The layer of the panties adds an additional wave of excitement, which only amplifies when Jeongguk latches his lips to a perked nipple, poking through the bralette. Taehyung makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat, one hand flying up to Jeongguk’s hair.
“S–Sensitive, you–ah,” he hiccups, overwhelmed. Combining the fingering and grinding with his husband’s insatiable nipple kink, this would bound to end much sooner than Taehyung would want. “I–I want my mouth filled, please, I can’t anymore–”
Jeongguk nods, detaches his mouth from the nipple and leaves the material over the peck slightly damp. “C’mere,” he whispers and handles Taehyung by the hips, flipping them over on the bed and tossing his partner into the pillows. Taehyung lands softly, the bed bounces and vision blurs as a giggle escapes his lips at the innocent movement.
This is short lived, however, when Jeongguk straddles over his chest and the head of his cock pokes at Taehyung’s lips. “Open your mouth,” he says, no demand or anything, yet it feels like one. Taehyung gulps involuntarily, especially when Jeongguk’s soft hand cradles his cheek and then prompts his jaw open.
“M–Mhm–” The noise is muffled and Taehyung’s lids slide down when Jeongguk presses his cock inside. Squeezing his thighs together, hole clenching desperately, Taehyung’s coming to remember how nice this sort of stretch feels – the ache at the edges of his lips, tongue heavy when the shaft presses down on it, it’s so immense that his entire body is shaken.
“Good boy,” Jeongguk’s voice penetrates into unknown spots within Taehyung’s body. He pulls him in by the hair, in return having Taehyung hold on his hip for support. “So pretty, you take it so well. My little pain slut, weren’t you so eager to be stretched this much, hm?”
It’s endearing, the nickname, not even used on derogatory terms between the two of them. Taehyung’s always been somewhat of a masochist, it’s not new, he’s had knacks for liking spankings and being choked on other occasions–maybe tomorrow night. He’d want it gently tonight.
And Jeongguk does it gently, alright. Doesn’t rush it, thrusts just enough for Taehyung to deepthroat him with ease, sliding down his throat with a sigh of relief, as if he came home. Taehyung’s hand is playing with Jeongguk’s boxers, which he still left on, tugging at the material and digging blunt nails into Jeongguk’s asscheek when the length is unfortunately pulled out.
“Ah, look at you,” Jeongguk whispers, gripping at the base of his erection and sliding the head over Taehyung’s lips, then up his cheek. “God, I missed you so fucking much. You’re driving me crazy, looking like this.”
Taehyung can’t help but laugh, his thoughts are becoming mushy. He reaches towards his chest, cupping both pecks at the sides – like Jeongguk would, though his hands would be greedier – and then pressing them inwards, nipples slipping out at the sides of the material. Jeongguk watches intently, tongue poking out to wet his dry lips.
“This?” Taehyung prompts, grinning when Jeongguk pulls back slightly. “I don’t fill it out too much, though.”
“Shut up,” Jeongguk laughs in return, he slides his cock between Taehyung’s pecks and sighs again. His abs flex subtly, own chest glistening with appeal and Taehyung can’t keep his eyes off him. “Y’know how weak I am to lingerie, babe. Did you buy this specially for our wedding night? That’s really coy of you.”
The shaft brushes over his nipple and Taehyung keens, head tilting back into the pillow. “Is it?” He plays along the banter, fingers grazing Jeongguk’s hard cock as he moves slowly. His body is aching with need. “I–ah, fuck–wanted to surprise you. Work you up.”
“You always knew how to do that so well,” Jeongguk drawls. “Remember uni, when you’d kick my roommate out only to greet me in a pair of panties after I come home from class? You were such a tease, hyung–hands and knees now, c’mon.”
Taehyung was about to object, but when he sees Jeongguk reach to the drawer in order to find some lube and condoms, he easily obliges. Leaning on his forearms, he settles on his knees and feels the panties press over his twitching hole. “And you were always easy to rile up, Gguk-ah,” he murmurs back, swaying his hips for good measure. “Can’t count the amount of times you fucked me over the kitchen counter.”
Jeongguk steadies Taehyung by gripping his waist, thumb pressing into the arch of his lower back. “Because you loved having bruises on your hips, having your nipples rubbed raw against the island,” he says, placing his cock between Taehyung’s cheeks, over the panties. “You’d come dry at least two times before I put my dick in you.”
“Because you like to finger me until I’m sobbing,” Taehyung uses present tense because–well, the acts of their sex life haven’t changed as much as the frequency has. “And speaking of such, you should get around to doing it about now.”
Laughing, Jeongguk tips down to plant kisses over Taehyung’s exposed shoulder blades, fondling his ass and slipping his fingers under the material. It’d be a great shame to take it off, honestly.
“Patience,” he mumbles against Taehyung’s skin, licking down the dip of his spine. Taehyung’s body arches on reflex, especially when Jeongguk’s warm breath hits his most intimate area over the panties, “Wanna get a taste of you first, okay?”
Taehyung doesn’t get a chance to respond with his voice hiccupping as soon as Jeongguk’s tongue presses over his cloth-covered skin–he mouths at it, strong hands gripping the cheeks and spreading them, thumbs playing at the hems. Taehyung feels sensitive, too sensitive, drooling into his pillow by the time Jeongguk actually pulls the lace aside, just enough to put his tongue all over the quivering rim.
“G–Gguk–mm, fuck, please–” Babbling, Taehyung isn’t exactly coherent, in too much of a disarray of emotions to do anything but grab at the sheets for dear life. Jeongguk never slacks on rimming, teasing the tip of his tongue against the hole and then thrusting it inside, pulling Taehyung back by the hold on his thighs to reach even deeper.
Cock already dripping, Taehyung adores how the lace and tulle, the ruche and peplums feel on his body–how soft and sensual the fabric is, contrasting the sinful actions he’s taking pleasure in, all of it is staggering. So, it’s not surprising that by the time Jeongguk’s tongue is joined by two lube-slick fingers flicking against his prostate, Taehyung’s gasping and sobbing at the height of a dry orgasm.
“Good, so good,” Jeongguk praises against his skin, leaving a bite mark on Taehyung’s cheek while he continues to finger him through climax. Taehyung’s legs in those pretty thigh highs are shaking, the bows on the backs of them bouncing, his entire body is contracting on reflex from sensitivity.
“J–Jeongguk–I–I can’t–mm!” Taehyung cries, digging his nails into the pillow from the ebbing pain, which only drives him to push his hips back on his husband’s fingers. “M–More–yes–”
Taking pleasure in his contradictory responses, Jeongguk chuckles and slips a hand to Taehyung’s abdomen to pull him back to his chest. “Okay, okay, I got you,” he says, twisting his fingers inside and feeling Taehyung spasm in his hold. “How ‘bout another one, yeah?”
Already approaching the edge, Taehyung vehemently nods, back arched and head tilting back on Jeongguk’s shoulder. Every jab to his prostate is overdrive and it doesn’t get any better when Jeongguk takes a liking to his nipples again, running his hand up Taehyung’s side and slipping under the bralette to fondle him again. His teeth catch an earlobe, reminding Taehyung on what an overachiever his husband’s always been.
“I–I’m gonna–” Eyes squeezing shut tight, pulse beating up in his ears, Taehyung is only hearing his high pitched whines and Jeongguk’s low whisper of “let go, baby,” when it hits him full force and leaves him breathless. “O–Oh my–fucking–god–hhng, yes, yes, yes–!”
Jeongguk fucks him through the orgasm again, until Taehyung’s body goes lax and falls forward into the bed. “Easy there,” he murmurs, but his voice is distant.
It takes a bit for the bleakness in his vision to pass, but Taehyung eventually comes to when he’s laid on his back and one of his stocking-clad legs in brought up to rest on his partner’s shoulder. Even through a blurry gaze, he spots Jeongguk tearing the packet of a condom open with his teeth, to which he quickly protests to.
“W–Wait, no–” Taehyung says, hearing his own voice becoming very cracked. When Jeongguk’s expression grows alarmed, he quickly interjects. “C–Can we just… without the condom, tonight? Is that okay?”
They haven’t slept with anyone but each other for nine whole years, so it’s not exactly about safety issues, it’s more so a thing of cleanliness. Especially when they barely have time for sex, little alone aftercare, which isn’t the case now
“Are you–uh, sure?” Jeongguk asks, brows drawn tight. His face is prettily flushed, both his cheeks and nose, hair pushed back by fingers running through the strands, arm muscles flexing subtly as he does so. Taehyung wants to put his mouth all over those tattoos. “If we do, I’ll probably come inside–”
“Please–” Taehyung cuts in, spreading a palm across his stomach at the thought. “Do it. Want you to fill me up, Jeongguk.”
Said Jeongguk kisses him the moment those words slip his lips. Taehyung’s moan is muffled when the panties are tugged aside and his exposed entrance is covered with cold lube. It eventually warms on his skin, when the tip of Jeongguk’s cock teases his rim. Taehyung’s already opened up from the position, a tantalizing stretch to his lithe body, it’s easy for Jeongguk to push inside with one smooth thrust.
“Greedy,” Jeongguk whispers, laying Taehyung on his side and leaning in enough to fuck his entire cock back into him, again and again. His husband gasps from the impact, precum staining the waistband of the panties. “You’re perfect. I love you so fucking much.”
“I–I–mmh,” Taehyung nods along. “L–Love you too–fuck, right there.”
Jeongguk’s grin is lazy, but he obliges–and just like Taehyung desired, he does it gently. Shallowly driving them both to the brinks of pleasure, after all the foreplay, just taking each other in. Taehyung’s nothing but a beautiful mess, hair sticking to his forehead and bruised chest heaving–actually, his entire body is marked up by now, all courtesy of his husband. His husband.
And Taehyung is spent, no room left in his blank mind, save but the thoughts repeating Jeongguk’s name over and over again. It all falls from his lips as incomprehensible stutters, tear-stricken face scrunching up when something pools in the pit of his stomach, another form of release. It’s building slowly this time, almost lingering.
“W–Wanna come, p–please,” he manages to say, sounding unreal even in his own ears. Because Jeongguk is filling up every crevice within him, stretching him to his limits, filling a void. They fit perfectly, like they always have, crafted for one another.
It’s so raw, so, so raw – intimate and full of desire, a connection. Looking up at his husband, Taehyung is knocked breathless. Jeongguk, his Jeongguk, possesses such a fire in his irises and it’s because of him–Taehyung is sobbing before he realizes, a hand fondles his cock over the panties and a low voice tickles his ear, “Come, Taehyung. I got you.”
He falls victim to this immediately, as if the permission triggered something in him. Taehyung tightens on reflex, feels the warmth of being filled and it drives him over as he comes and comes, like it never stops. Jeongguk strokes his cock through it, his own breath is staggering and even when he softens after climax, he stays inside for a little longer. And he kisses Taehyung slowly, breathing each other in, teary eyed and sweat-slicken.
“I love, I love you,” he repeats again and again, not sure if Taehyung even hears him. “I’m so lucky to call you mine, fuck. My beautiful husband.”
Taehyung’s mumbling something against his lips, out of breath. When Jeongguk gives him a break, Taehyung finally makes their eyes lock. Reaching up, he wraps his arms around his partner’s neck and pulls him back in. “Love you too, love you so much. We’re both so lucky.”
They kiss for a while, lazily, until Jeongguk has to pull out. He mutters an apology against Taehyung’s lips, asking questions along the lines of, “Do you need any water, baby? I will set us a bath right away, just wait a little, okay? Do your hips hurt?” and so on. Y’know, married couple things or whatever.
“Jeongguk-ah,” Taehyung’s voice calls, as said Jeongguk leans over to grab the lube bottle from its place down on the floor. Things fall when the bed shakes with such vigor. “Jeongguk-ie.”
“Yes, yes, just give me a–” Jeongguk’s eyes fall on his husband, breathing shortening. “T–Taehyung?”
Laying on his back, legs spread–one hand pulling the stained panties to the side, the other tucked under his thigh and groping a cheek to showcase his still twitching hole. Wet from lube and Jeongguk’s cum, still oozing down, he looks absolutely debauched – nothing but a pretty mess, with his red cheeks and sore lips, eyes glassy.
The bralette has slipped down his shoulders, cherry nipples perked against the warm air. The smirk is slow and tempting, voice low as Taehyung prompts, “I didn’t put all of this on for a single round, y’know?”
Well, their morning flight is at seven and the night is long. Might as well make use of the honeymoon, right?
the end.