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Taehyung thinks Jeongguk is really pretty when he’s asleep. There is just something about his sweet, bare face, pure and serene, that makes Taehyung want to watch him forever, or curl up next to him and go back to sleep, or take a picture and set it as his wallpaper. This morning, he chooses the first option, at least for a few minutes before he slowly wakes Jeongguk up. He has a plan to execute.
Tucking a few strands of hair behind Jeongguk’s ear, Taehyung marvels at the softness of it between his fingers. Jeongguk’s locks are naturally fluffy whereas Taehyung’s are naturally dead-straight, and Taehyung has always found it so cute when there’s no product in Jeongguk’s hair.
Jeongguk sniffles in his sleep. Maybe it’s time to wash the curtains, Taehyung thinks absently. Jeongguk’s rhinitis might be acting up again.
Taehyung grabs the lube, the one on his nightstand. (They have one on each side of their bed, after countless incidents of neither of them remembering where they last put the bottle.) He settles on his back, kicks off his boxers, and starts to finger himself open.
There isn’t much resistance with the first finger and it’s not long before he can slide in a second. He teases himself a little, grazing lightly against his prostate and trying not to make a sound. He thinks about Jeongguk while he pumps his fingers in and out (because, let’s be honest, when does he not think about Jeongguk when he touches himself).
He doesn’t touch his cock—there will be time for that later—and instead focuses on working himself open enough to fit Jeongguk’s cock in without hurting too much.
Three fingers in, it’s a little hard to keep avoiding that spot inside him, so he indulges a little. He whimpers, unable to stop himself and quickly glances at his boyfriend to see if he had disturbed him.
Jeongguk is fast asleep, of course. On days when he’s particularly tired, it is amazing what he can sleep through. (All the members have tested this theory. It’s practically a peer-reviewed meta-analysis at this point.)
Taking a few more seconds to smile at Jeongguk’s twitching nose, Taehyung places a small kiss to Jeongguk’s ear before gently pushing at Jeongguk’s shoulder to get him to lay on his back. As Taehyung withdraws his fingers from inside himself, Jeongguk moves with a sigh, eyes fluttering briefly before he is still once again.
Taehyung gets the toy that he tucked into his nightstand drawer last night and crawls down the bed. Slowly, he draws back the covers and tugs off Jeongguk’s boxers: the only piece of clothing on him right now. Then he pushes Jeongguk’s legs apart, settling between them when there is enough space.
He can see the metallic shimmer of the buttplug currently inside Jeongguk. Taehyung had requested that Jeongguk wear it last night, if he was okay with it, while cleaning up his own come from Jeongguk’s hole. Jeongguk had agreed, and Taehyung had asked how much Jeongguk wanted to know about his plans for the morning, knowing that most of the time, Jeongguk likes to be surprised. True to form, Jeongguk said he didn’t want to know anything else, and after making sure a few times, Taehyung dropped the subject.
Jeongguk probably thought that Taehyung is going to fuck him awake.
Taehyung is excited to see the look on his face.
With careful fingers, Taehyung removes the plug and replaces it with two slicked digits, checking how stretched Jeongguk is. He adds another finger to stay on the safe side, because even though Jeongguk likes a little bit of pain, the aim for today is pleasant and painless.
He attempts to move as clinically as possible because he doesn’t want Jeongguk to wake up yet, but it’s difficult when Jeongguk sighs beautifully in his sleep and all Taehyung wants to do is hear him moan.
When he’s satisfied, he takes his fingers out and slowly puts the vibrator from his drawer into Jeongguk. He turns it on at the lowest setting and waits. Jeongguk is a deep sleeper, which makes times like this especially fun, because sometimes Jeongguk will only wake up a mere second before an orgasm hits him.
Not much time passes before Jeongguk lets out a soft moan under his breath. Taehyung bites his lip in anticipation, fingers itching to turn the setting up, but he refrains. Jeongguk will wake up eventually, he tells himself. And besides, it’s quite nice to watch Jeongguk’s cock grow and harden like this, without any direct stimulation.
He gets his fingers back inside himself, still glistening from being inside Jeongguk, and he groans quietly, gaze falling to Jeongguk’s cock again. He can’t help but reach out and wrap his other hand around it, stroking ever so slightly, grip loose and lazy.
Jeongguk is close to rock hard when he makes a noise much less breathy than before. He’s awake.
“Good morning,” Taehyung greets, his voice raspy with sleep still. “How’d you sleep, baby?” he asks, as if nothing is amiss.
Jeongguk’s eyes scrunch up as he moans a light “ngh” sound. He covers his eyes with the back of one hand, the other fisting at the sheets. Taehyung releases Jeongguk’s cock from his hand, red and hard now, and Jeongguk gasps, “Hyung…”
Taehyung positions himself over Jeongguk’s cock, taking his fingers out of himself and squeezing out more lube onto them. He slicks up Jeongguk’s dick and grabs the remote with his other hand. “Open your eyes, babe.”
A small noise of dissent.
Taehyung smirks. He turns up the vibrator at the same time he sits on Jeongguk’s dick.
That makes Jeongguk remove his hand from his eyes and squirm under him, fingers settling on Taehyung’s thighs instinctively. He chokes on a punched-out “shit” as his nails dig into Taehyung’s skin.
“I wonder when that big brain of yours will come online,” Taehyung thinks aloud. He traces his wet hand up Jeongguk’s abs and rubs over a nipple, smiling at the whimper that Jeongguk makes in response. “I guess I’ll have to do the work myself.”
Taehyung lifts himself up and promptly begins bouncing on Jeongguk’s cock. He likes riding Jeongguk in the morning, especially when they’re having a lazy start to the day and Taehyung can control the pace, drag it out until both of them are desperate to come.
Today is a bit different. Taehyung still goes slow, but he is not naïve, and he knows that Jeongguk won’t last as long as normal, not when there is a faint buzzing in his ear signifying the vibrator that’s inside his boyfriend. It’s fine though, since this is more about Jeongguk than himself.
Jeongguk opens his eyes eventually, once he is a little less overwhelmed. Taehyung turns the vibrator down for a moment and takes a break to kiss him good morning. Jeongguk hums against his lips, mouth opening to slide their tongues together. They have probably both got morning breath, but they have been together long enough that neither of them can be bothered to care.
“Take this off,” Jeongguk murmurs onto his teeth, pulling at his t-shirt. “Let me see you.”
Taehyung had forgotten he was even wearing it, too focused on everything else. He lets Jeongguk remove it and toss it aside, licking into his mouth the moment he’s able to again. Jeongguk touches him everywhere, palms running up his sides, fingers playing with his nipples, tangling into his hair and pulling gently.
“Mmph,” Taehyung tries, but Jeongguk just kisses him harder, not letting him speak. Jeongguk huffs a laugh at his struggle, gripping a little harder at Taehyung’s hair to keep his head in place. Taehyung moans, resuming the languid grind of his hips, ass clenching around Jeongguk’s length.
Jeongguk shudders underneath him, finally pulling away to take a breath, before attaching his mouth to the pulse point on Taehyung’s neck. He is lucky they have got nowhere to be today, or he would be pushed away.
“Jeongguk,” Taehyung gasps, when Jeongguk’s roaming hands move lower and grab two fistfuls of his ass, helping Taehyung bob on his cock. “Gguk, come on, fuck me.”
Jeongguk groans and bends his knees in position to comply as Taehyung straightens his back. When their hips meet, Taehyung presses on the remote in his hand to bring the vibrator up to its previous medium setting.
“Oh f-fuck,” Jeongguk moans, back arched and head thrown back. “Fuck, hyung, you’re a little too sadistic for so early in the morning.”
Taehyung laughs, squeezing around Jeongguk’s cock as he moves faster. “Is it early?”
Jeongguk chuckles, thrusting up harder in response. “You’re asking me?”
“Touché.”
The smug look on Jeongguk’s face falls off as quickly as it comes when Taehyung pinches at Jeongguk’s nipples and circles his hips on his way down. “Ah, god. Oh.”
The vibrator setting goes up again and Jeongguk thrashes a little, fucking up into Taehyung in a way that makes him dizzy. “Fuck, yeah. Like that, baby, good boy.”
“Ungh, fuck, fuck, hyung—”
“Mm, god, Jeongguk, you’re gorgeous like this.”
Jeongguk tries to lift himself up, whether to kiss Taehyung’s mouth or neck or shoulder, Taehyung doesn’t get to find out, because the movement presses the vibrator right on Jeongguk’s sweet spot and Jeongguk falls back down. “Oh my god—”
Their hips meet wildly now, Taehyung’s ass slapping against Jeongguk’s thighs, loud and obscene.
“Hyung, T-Taehyungie hyung, I’m—” Jeongguk moans, his grip on Taehyung tightening as he starts pulling Taehyung down onto his cock faster. “I’m close, I’m g-gonna—gonna come, hyung, oh god.”
“C’mon then, Ggukie. Ah—c’mon baby, give it to me.”
Jeongguk is frantic, his strength showing clear as day as he manhandles Taehyung onto himself, his feet planted so he can piston his hips with ease, chasing his release.
“Fuck, Gguk, y-you’re so good. So good, baby, that’s it,” Taehyung says as Jeongguk comes inside him, and he sets the vibrator to pulse because he knows Jeongguk likes it.
Jeongguk’s movements slow as he shoots his release into Taehyung, coming to a halt a few seconds later. “Nn.” He wraps his fingers around Taehyung’s wrist, the hand that’s holding the remote control. “Mm, hyung, ‘s too much. Off.”
Taehyung leaves it only a second longer, grinding gently, because Jeongguk likes the overstimulation more than he lets on.
“Good?” he asks, brushing Jeongguk’s bangs away from his eyes.
“Yeah,” Jeongguk exhales, blinking up at him like he is only just waking up now. A finger slides down Taehyung’s ass to poke at the puffy rim where his cock is still buried. “Yeah, fuck, come here. Lemme see.”
“See what?” Taehyung groans as Jeongguk rubs at the point where they are joined together.
“Your hole dripping with my cum.”
“Fuck…” Taehyung shakes as he raises himself off Jeongguk’s dick. He shuffles up the bed as Jeongguk slides down, and when his knees are above Jeongguk’s head, Jeongguk parts his cheeks with two thumbs to stare at Taehyung’s gaping hole.
“What a mess,” Jeongguk tuts, one digit running down Taehyung’s crack and smearing his own cum around. “Spread your legs a little, babe. Let me eat you out.”
Taehyung bites his lip as he complies, lowering his ass towards Jeongguk’s mouth. It’s hard to keep balance when Jeongguk’s tongue darts out to lick around his hole, but he steadies himself with a hand on the headboard.
Jeongguk sucks and licks until Taehyung is close to begging, but before he can say anything, Jeongguk commands, “touch yourself, hyung” and buries his tongue inside.
Taehyung whimpers as grinds down, dropping the remote, wrapping his fingers around himself and jerking himself off in quick pulls. He tries not to suffocate Jeongguk as he rocks back onto the latter’s tongue, whispering curses under his breath interspersed with Jeongguk’s name. It’s a litany of a quiet “oh fuck, Jeongguk, yes, oh, nngh, Ggukie, Jeonggukie, yesss,” until he is about to burst.
His hand grips the headboard tighter as he whimpers, Jeongguk’s tongue drawing circles inside him.
“Jeongguk, baby, I’m close—”
“Mm, on my face, hyung,” Jeongguk says, patting Taehyung’s ass.
“Shit, shit, okay,” Taehyung says, and he lifts his hips so Jeongguk can move back up the bed, fisting at his cock at lightning speed. He looks down at the sight of this dishevelled Jeongguk, mouth shining with come and lube and saliva, hair awry, eyes closed, jaw dropped and tongue out, waiting.
Something warm prods at his ass, and he only realizes it’s the vibrator once it’s in, and Jeongguk is pressing the on button with a quirk of his lips, and Taehyung uses the last bit of his energy to hold himself up as comes in spurts all over Jeongguk’s face.
His aim is off, and a lot of it lands in Jeongguk’s hair and on the pillow, but that, Taehyung thinks in the back of his mind, that is entirely Jeongguk’s fault for fucking him with the vibrator without warning. Jeongguk’s cheeks and lips and nose all get their share and Taehyung is twitching in oversensitivity, moaning helplessly.
Jeongguk removes the toy and Taehyung’s knees wobble and he inevitably lands on Jeongguk’s chest.
“Oof,” Jeongguk exhales, catching Taehyung at the last second so he doesn’t end up with a bruised rib. He rolls them over, (Taehyung is still shaking,) and goes about cleaning Taehyung with his goddamn mouth, licking drops of cum off Taehyung’s spent dick and sucking at Taehyung’s fingers.
“Gguk,” Taehyung whines as Jeongguk settles between his legs. Jeongguk crosses his arms on Taehyung’s chest and rest his chin on top of them, watching Taehyung’s face with a faint smile. Taehyung would say he looks cute, if he didn’t look so debauched.
“Well, that wasn’t what I was expecting,” Jeongguk says.
Taehyung laughs, because that is exactly what he was going for. He swipes at Jeongguk’s face, his own sticky release transferring to his finger. “You look like you’re mine,” he murmurs, voice low and rough.
“That’s probably because I am.”
“Good,” Taehyung says, smiling. “That’s good, because I’m yours too.”
Jeongguk makes a small contented noise, leaning down to place a kiss near Taehyung’s heart. “I’m gonna go shower before everything gets dry and yucky. You coming?”
“Of course.”
Jeongguk ropes Taehyung into washing his hair, but Taehyung doesn’t mind much, standing under the showerhead with Jeongguk. He actually likes it. There’s something intimate about it that makes him all gooey inside.
“Jeonggukie,” Taehyung says, just loud enough to be heard over the water.
“Mm?”
“Happy birthday.”
Jeongguk smiles shyly and presses his “thank you” onto Taehyung’s lips.
“I love you,” he adds, simple and encompassing, when Jeongguk tilts his head to kiss him deeper.
“I love you,” Jeongguk replies. “Thank you for the present.”
“That wasn’t your present,” Taehyung giggles. “That was just me playing with you because you’re pretty when you’re sleeping.”
Jeongguk scoffs playfully. “Am I ugly when I’m awake?”
“Of course not, you’re always handsome, I just like reminding you first thing in the morning.” Taehyung thinks about the song he wrote, burned onto a CD and tucked within his jazz collection, ready to be played for Jeongguk later. “I think you’ll like your present though.”
“If it’s expensive, I will punch you.”
“I’m not giving you any hints.” Taehyung turns around. “Now wash my back.”