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The grin stretching Jeongguk’s lips when he spots Taehyung waiting for him outside of the locker room causes damage to his heart, almost makes him forget the single thought that brought him here faster than usual in the first place.
Hair still damp from his shower, eyes glinting with bursting energy Taehyung doesn’t know how he still contains after such a game, pink cheeks and pinker lips, Jeongguk saunters to him, a hand clutched around the strap of the gym bag resting on his shoulder, the other preventing the skates hanging from his neck to jiggle around. He’s gorgeous. He’s happy. He’s got Taehyung wrapped around his little finger.
Taehyung ducks his head down to hide the private smile that last thought brought up, lifts it back to catch Jeongguk unguarded with a surprise toss of his car keys.
Jeongguk’s reflexes are quick, and his face falls when realisation hits him, eyes and mouth opening wide.
“R-really?” He stutters, gaze quickly jumping from the keys in his cupped hands to Taehyung.
“You don’t think you deserve it?” Taehyung asks with a cocked eyebrow, hand lifting from across his torso to thread into his lover’s hair when he gets into his space. The clench of his fingers makes Jeongguk’s head bend slightly backward, jaw slacking and eyes closing in a very different manner. Taehyung wants to swallow the small whimper that escapes Jeongguk’s sinfully bowed lips, but he’s got other plans for him right now. “You don’t like your reward, pup?”
Taehyung gets the time to contemplate the way Jeongguk’s throat moves when he swallows down, before his attention gets snatched by the wicked grin now adorning Jeongguk’s lips.
“Please, I would love to play with Daddy’s toy,” Jeongguk whispers, lids opening just enough to let their eyes catch and anchor.
The latent brazier inside of Taehyung gets stroked into an inferno by the use of the title—Jeongguk knows exactly what he does to him ever since the day they met, and that brat will never let it go.
"Better take care of it, hm?" Taehyung teases in return. "You wouldn't want to scratch it, yeah?"
Jeongguk's round eyes appear again, and it's with candid seriousness that he nods vigorously.
Taehyung's praise gets lost before it reaches the roll of his tongue, because the rest of Jeongguk's team trails out of the door.
Taehyung unclenches his hand and lets his fingers trail down to Jeongguk's neck, caressing his skin before taking the knotted strings of Jeongguk's skates and lifting them above his head.
"Don't forget to rest, Jeon!" One of the guys tells him, patting his shoulder as he passes by.
"Yeah, training's still on tomorrow!" Another continues.
A third throws an arm around his shoulders and a hand between his mouth and Jeongguk's ear, not even trying to be discreet. "Is that your glucose guardian? Damn he's hot, can you introduce me? He probably has enough stamina for the both of u—"
Jeongguk retracts his elbow from where it swiftly lodged itself under his teammate's ribcage with a tight smile, looking straight at Taehyung with an annoyed expression. "My boyfriend doesn't have any free time, especially for you, get lost!"
"Spoiling the fun," the guy whispers with another look towards Taehyung, completely winded and almost bent in half.
The hit must have hurt like a bitch.
It makes Taehyung smirk.
"I can't wait to go home and dedicate all of my resources to my baby," he says with a wink. He then looks at Jeongguk pointedly. "The sooner the better."
Jeongguk's stance immediately straightens up, dislodging his friend from around him. "Never soon enough, bye!"
He scrambles forwards, catching Taehyung's hand in his and literally lugging him towards his car. He doesn't show any sign of hearing the guy's last words, nor his other teammates' snickers.
Watching the way Jeongguk's hair bounces on the back of his head as he drags him through the parking lot, Taehyung bites a secretive smile down, his chest overflowing with love.
The trek towards his car is short; Jeongguk whirls around when he reaches the passenger door, looking pointedly at something over Taehyung’s shoulder—the other guys walking to their own cars, he presumes, he doesn't even try to check—eyes burning with a fierce passion Taehyung witnessed not so long ago on the ice. Taehyung lets him grab his cheeks and make their lips meet roughly, entirely too entertained by Jeongguk's reaction. It's not jealousy, it's not insecurities; Jeongguk knows Taehyung is solely dedicated to him and him only—hell, Taehyung proves it to him every fucking moment, and he has absolutely no interest in anyone else, especially cute guys who disguise their true intentions as humour right in front of Jeongguk.
"Mine," Jeongguk growls against his lips.
Taehyung wants to fucking melt. His boy. He loves him so much.
"Entirely yours," he replies before stepping back just enough to be able to flick his nose. "Don't forget what you're supposed to do now."
At that, Jeongguk's face lights up all over again, and he almost squeals as he throws his arms around Taehyung's neck.
"I'm bringing you back home!" He says, the rest of the world all but forgotten.
His face suddenly turns mock-serious, and he reaches for the handle, opening the door for Taehyung. "If Mylord would oblige," he says with a grin.
Taehyung cocks an eyebrow, but slides inside anyway, levelling him with a nonplussed gaze. "That's a new one," he comments.
Jeongguk closes the door, then saunters towards the other side of the car. Once seated, he turns to him with his beautiful boyish, full-teeth-out smile that Taehyung adores. "Gotta keep renewing myself! Where did it rank?"
"Low."
"Low? How far down? It can't be lower than General, right?"
"So much further down."
"Are you kidding? But I thought it was the lowest one on the list?"
"It was."
"Damn!" Jeongguk exclaims with an exaggerated dip of his head. "It was all fancy and shit!"
Taehyung chuckles. "Keep trying then."
"Oh don't worry, I'm on it twenty-five-eight! But I guess nothing will ever surpass the carbohydrate caretaker one…"
Taehyung frowns. "I'm not your sugar daddy."
"But you're my daddy, you're loaded and you're spoiling me all the time, what's the difference?" He exclaims giddily, fingers fiddling with the ignition and skimming over the wheel. The engine roars to life, turns to a waiting purr when Jeongguk giggles happily, distracted by the heady feeling of having so much power under his foot.
Taehyung hooks a finger under his chin, making him turn to face him again.
He kisses him, slow, just a slot of their lips before he retreats. He stops Jeongguk from chasing him, looks at him with hooded eyes.
Jeongguk whines softly.
"The difference," Taehyung tells him, voice dipping into his lower register, "is that we didn't negotiate what you'd do for me in return." Taehyung stares at him, watches blood blossoming into roses under the skin of his cheeks. "Now, baby," he continues, looking into Jeongguk's eyes "there are other things you and I negotiated, hm? What do you think, would you be up for some fun when we get home?"
Jeongguk’s big eyes disappear a couple of times behind his lids, before his answer comes through action.
They literally burn the asphalt with how fast he leaves the parking spot.
Taehyung must say he has never seen such a spotless reverse parking manoeuvre.
Jeongguk kills the engine the moment he stops, moving fast and assured.
"Thank you for letting me drive it, Tae," he blabbers as he turns towards him, all bubbly and shiny and happy that Taehyung almost forgets his plan in favour of relentless forehead kisses and unlimited cuddles. Now Jeongguk's adorable bunny-teeth grin takes a sharper edge as a heaviness settles in his gaze. "Now, shall we?" He asks, shoulders turning outwards as he goes for the door handle.
"Not so fast."
The clipness of Taehyung’s tone makes Jeongguk turn back to him instantly, giddiness melted into an eager attentiveness.
Once more, Taehyung is struck by how much of a beautiful, responsive sub Jeongguk is, and how much he lucked out that day on the court bleachers. Jeongguk is his to mould and shape to his desires, a canvas to lovingly brush into vibrant colours of pleasure every day, every night.
His left hand crosses the central console to cup Jeongguk's cheek, thumb caressing his skin gently. His torso follows, and he's soon kissing him again, his love for his boy pouring between his parted lips.
He keeps him right here, breaths mingling as his tongue takes over and Jeongguk melts into his touch, almost sagging into his hand.
He keeps it slow, keeps his strokes languid. Keeps kissing him as if it were his only purpose to be on this earth. He rejoices in the needy sounds Jeongguk makes, the wet sounds their mouths make. The fire inside of him spreads to the tip of his fingers, trembling with the need of him, him, him.
Jeongguk's lips glisten when Taehyung straightens up; they're parted, inviting, still so beautifully pink.
"Do you wanna know what I think?" Taehyung asks gently, voice almost raspy with how needy he feels.
He can't tear his eyes away from those lips.
His right hand drapes over Jeongguk's thigh, fingers splayed wide. It spreads to the side under him; he grips it.
Jeongguk whimpers, almost melting into the seat. Taehyung knows he's been anticipating what was going to happen, and it makes teasing him all the more delectable.
Jeongguk bites his bottom lip, nods slowly. His leg trembles under Taehyung’s palm. He doesn't move it, doesn't bring it closer to where he knows Jeongguk wants it the most.
He waits a little bit more, watching Jeongguk almost squirm under his gaze. Waits for him to whine, impatient, eager.
Fuck, he's cute.
"Okay, I'll tell you," he says with a shrug. He leans closer again, close enough to whisper, close enough for his breath to fan right on Jeongguk's skin. "I've been terribly hard since I saw you fight tooth and nail for the puck. Fuck, when you slammed that guy against the protective wall—" he hums slowly, fingers flexing, kneading the strong muscles under his flesh. "You were so fucking hot, baby, all strong and brutal and having fun doing it." He's so close by now that their lips are brushing, Jeongguk's exhales short and fast through his mouth. "Drove me fucking crazy," he whispers, feeling Jeongguk shivering against him.
He wants to fucking devour him whole.
"We still good with where it's going?"
Jeongguk breathes out, nods. Their noses brush. His eyes are closed, brows knitted.
Taehyung lifts his hand, slaps his thigh. It's far from a hard hit; Jeongguk has taken much more than that. But it surprises him into opening his eyes, and that's what Taehyung was aiming for. They're blurry, unfocused. He's already so gone, all the more reasons Taehyung needs to be sure.
"Words, angel."
"Y-yes, 'm good."
"Will you be a good boy and do as I say?"
"Yes," Jeongguk answers, trying to push forwards and make their lips meet, voice plaintive.
Taehyung is almost done. Soon, he'll give in and give his baby what he needs.
"What's the colour?"
Jeongguk doesn't hesitate for a second. "Green."
He doesn't waste a single second more.
Jeongguk's seatbelt clicks open under his fingers, and it hasn't fully rolled back into position that Taehyung is pushing the front of his light grey sweats down, Jeongguk's cock bouncing back against his stomach. Taehyung palms at his balls, keeping Jeongguk's clothes away from his goal. "I'm gonna suck you off now."
He leans over the central console, body twisted slightly uncomfortably at the hips but mind solely focused on the task at hand—the leaking, hard cock only a breath away from his lips.
Jeongguk’s smell is more potent here, a mix of the musk of his skin and the soap he used in the shower, clinging to the short black hairs between his legs. It makes Taehyung’s mouth water, tongue darting out to finally taste his personal treat.
But then Jeongguk tenses under him. “People-” he hiccups under his breath, fidgeting on his seat, moving away from Taehyung.
Taehyung grunts, lifts his head just enough to peek over the dashboard, and yeah, there’s a group walking down their line in the garage. Taehyung knows some of the faces.
“Then that’ll be your job for now, darling,” he tells Jeongguk, looking up at him as he leans back down. He gives one tiny lick on the head of Jeongguk’s cock, watches the way Jeongguk's throat bobs up and down as he looks at Taehyung. “Don’t let them realise what’s happening.”
"F-fuck-" Jeongguk exhales when Taehyung finally wraps his lips around the tip. Taehyung relishes the way Jeongguk's abs tense under his fingers, the little noises he desperately tries to keep in when Taehyung's tongue laps and curls and tastes, doing everything he can not to bring attention to him when he's exposed to the world like this.
Taehyung wishes he could see his expression right now. Still, he focuses on pleasuring him, pushing him to his limits. Sucking him from the side doesn't make toying with the sensitive area under his head any easy, but Taehyung has never backed down from a challenge. Jeongguk is salty on his tongue, heavy, cock twitching whenever his breath hitches.
Taehyung goes back to kissing the tip, smearing precum all over his lips, before diving in and swallowing him whole, nose buried in Jeongguk's hairs. He works his throat around Jeongguk's cock, almost moans himself when Jeongguk's hand drapes over the back of his head, never demanding, but a weight Taehyung enjoys particularly.
Jeongguk must be fighting his needs so hard right now, hips trembling with how hard he resists fucking into his mouth, his other hand gripping the steering wheel so hard the leather under his palm creaks.
Jeongguk's cock pulses into his mouth. He's close; Taehyung knows this. His stomach clenches fast, and precum dribbles down his slit. With one last lap of his tongue, Taehyung straightens up.
A car passes them by. No one looks their way.
Jeongguk lets a big, trembling breath out, his eyes unfocused but his features still more or less impassive. His knuckles are white around the wheel.
Taehyung tucks him delicately back into his sweatpants, kisses the side of his delectably round nose. "You did so well, petal." Fingers trailing down to Jeongguk's wrist, lightly tapping against the back of his hand. "You can let go now." Kisses on his cheek, then close to his ear. "Now we're gonna head home, and you're gonna use that stunning strength of yours to fuck me, okay?"
Taehyung hears perfectly the way Jeongguk’s breath hitches again, the way he swallows his saliva. "Okay."
"How about that as a reward for winning the game?" He keeps teasing, voice low.
Jeongguk fidgets under him, a whine escaping his pouty lips. His left hand goes back to the door handle, fingers fiddling with it but never pulling it. The right one falls from the wheel, lays on his thigh, clutching and slackening in turns.
He's waiting for Taehyung's orders. He's insanely turned on, ready to do anything that Taehyung could ask him, deep under the waters. He's Taehyung's to play with, and that feeling of deep contentment taking over Taehyung’s head and heart will never subside. He'll do everything to never chip at the trust Jeongguk puts in him. He knows he'll never do anything like that voluntarily, and that he'll crawl at Jeongguk's feet if he ever did hurt him without meaning it. His most precious gem.
"I need—" Jeongguk starts, words soft, almost hesitant. Gone is the feisty attitude, Jeongguk willingly sliding into that space of unabashed neediness. He's not always that easy to tame; Taehyung loves him in any case.
"What do you need?" Taehyung asks slowly, savouring the moment, the way Jeongguk's eyes are cast downwards, obedient. Jeongguk swallows again, the pulse on his neck pumping harder.
“I need… directions," he finally admits in the little space separating them.
Taehyung's really going to burst—with love or with lust or a deliciously heady mix of both. They've done this a few times, Jeongguk fucking him; he knows Jeongguk wasn't expecting this right now, but that he enjoys it a lot too. He gets completely lost in his head, a veritable pillow prince, the cutest useless boy, if Taehyung doesn't give him all the stage directions. A puppet, a ragdoll without any strings left, whiny and sensitive and oh so beautiful. Taehyung absolutely loves it.
"You won't have to worry about a single thing, little one," Taehyung croons, caressing Jeongguk's hair delicately, pushing matted strands behind his ear. "You're gonna be my good little service top, hm? Being so good for me, my own personal dildo, all for me to use to my satisfaction. My doll. Prettiest doll. Mine."
"Please—" and it's desperate, a cry for relief.
Taehyung leans back into his space. He schools his expression to a harder one. "Get out of the car. Wait for me next to the door."
Jeongguk scrambles out, movements sluggish yet impatient. He forgets the keys in the ignition.
Taehyung lets one last loving smile crack the surface of his features, grabs them before following him.
Taehyung makes him leave his gym bag and skates beside the door of their apartment. Makes him shed his clothes, bare his body, right next to that pile. Makes him stand, head held high, skin marred here and there with blue, taut over well-defined abs and strong thighs, shoulders straight and tapered waist on display, for him to admire. He makes him wait as he undresses as well, slow, slower as he walks towards him, Jeongguk's chest moving fast, his cock standing proudly against his stomach.
"Hands on my hips," Taehyung orders when he gets right in front of his lover.
Jeongguk’s palms are warm, rough against him—both in touch and in grip. Taehyung's flesh has softened a bit after he stopped dribbling a ball professionally. It doesn't mean he only skims over that offered expanse of creamy skin, taking his time to trace every defined line of muscle, to press on the constellation of bruises Jeongguk acquired during the game, to leave red scratching marks as his hands climb towards his neck.
Jeongguk takes it. He takes it with little sighs and fluttering eyes and goosebumps littering his body. He takes it, waiting for the next order to follow, thoughts nestled into Taehyung’s caring hands.
Hands that he cups under Jeongguk's jaw after his fingers are done with his collarbones, thumbs brushing the sharp edges of Jeongguk's face before they slide to the back of his neck, linking together around his nape.
Taehyung pushes his body fully against Jeongguk's, shuddering when their cocks align and Jeongguk's tiny exhale hits his cheek. He takes the time to let his eyes roam all over Jeongguk's features once again, his hooded eyes, his flushed cheeks, his parted lips. Kisses them, tamed, barely responsive. Bites the bottom one, sucking it in his mouth before releasing it, trailing down to the little mole hidden under the generous shape of it, then to the strong bow curving under his nose. He indulges in a few kisses to the side of Jeongguk's mouth before taking a small step back, admiring his work.
The lines his nails left stand in an angry red, slightly swollen. Jeongguk wears them like a perfectly tailored suit.
His hands are still holding Taehyung's hips.
"You don't expect to make me walk all the way to the bed, I hope?" Taehyung sneers, suddenly tugging at a handful of hair at the back of Jeongguk's head. Jeongguk whimpers, both because of the sudden sting and the harshness of Taehyung's tone. He likes that. "That's what you're for, pet. Show me."
Jeongguk's hands tighten around his hip bones before they slide down the curve of Taehyung's ass, fingers splayed to cover the most surface. It's slow, as if Jeongguk took his time feeling the texture of his skin underneath his palms, until it's not. He grips Taehyung where his ass smoothens into his thighs, and the next moment, he has him lifted into his embrace, legs scrambling to curl around his tiny waist and elbows bending over his shoulders. It's as if he's suddenly out of a petrifying trance, muscles rolling under his skin as he hoists Taehyung more securely against his torso.
Taehyung's breath catches when he's jostled forwards, feeling the way Jeongguk's powerful arms hold him in, the way his strong legs don't even show the slightest strain when he starts walking. This is exactly what Taehyung's been wanting since the game, and fuck if he's not going to milk that until the last drop.
"Also would you mind making a stop against the- ah-" Taehyung bites his bottom lip as Jeongguk slams him against the wall in the hallway, crowding him wholly, his cock nestled inside the cleft of Taehyung's ass as his hips push forwards. The friction is maddening. "Yes, just like that," he hisses, eyes rolling back as he claws at Jeongguk's shoulder blades. His thumb grazes over the tip of Jeongguk's right shoulder, over the nastiest bruise Jeongguk got despite his pads. That crash against his rival was mean. Taehyung gets meaner; he presses hard with his finger. "Fucking kiss me like you mean it."
And Jeongguk does. Fuck, he does. In an instant, Jeongguk's mouth is on his and his tongue is raiding him, noses bumping as he takes control of the kiss. Taehyung lets him have it for a moment, lets the heat between them be stoked to a brazier, Jeongguk's touch all over him, his lips wrenching away from Taehyung's to attach themselves to his neck instead, sucking and lapping at his frantic pulse.
"Such a good boy, I trained you well, huh?" He chuckles breathlessly.
Jeongguk's needy little whines are barely muffled against his skin, and he pushes Taehyung harder against the wall, hoisting him up higher in his arms as he slides them one by one under Taehyung's thighs, effectively bending him more. He keeps rutting his hips between Taehyung's asscheeks, but the new angle makes the tip of his cock catch with his rim each time, and it drives Taehyung absolutely crazy with want.
Taehyung grips Jeongguk's hair again, tugs until his lips are back against his. He bites them, invades Jeongguk's mouth with his tongue to stop the uncontrolled moan from escaping his throat. "Gonna bring me to our bed, angel? Gonna fuck me so well I'll only have your name on my lips?"
Jeongguk growls against his mouth, quick to wrench him from the wall and stalk the last few steps to their bedroom.
He puts a knee on the mattress before leaning forwards, a hand splayed in the middle of Taehyung's back and the other supporting both their weights, slowly laying him down. The sheets are still untucked from the morning, when they fooled around before Jeongguk had to get ready for his game, but Taehyung doesn't mind the mess; not when he knows they'll be absolutely ruined after he's done with his puppy of a lover.
He's hovering over him, hair untucked and framing his gorgeous face, waiting for the next order. Taehyung can't stop himself from lifting a hand to caress his smooth cheek with the back of his fingers. Jeongguk can't stand any trace of a stubble that is not on Taehyung’s face, keeping his skin fresh and moisturised any time of e day, letting only Taehyung redden it when they both feel like roughening it up. They're not here for that, right now, so Taehyung keeps the touch to a caress before tugging Jeongguk's chin between his thumb and index finger, making him lean closer.
"You're gonna get me on all fours, and you'll prepare me like this. You're allowed to touch anywhere but my cock," he whispers directly in his ear. "Fingers only. Ten minutes. Show me what devotion is."
He barely has the time to let go of him that he finds his face planted into his cushion, ass in the air, oxygen knocked out of his lungs as he feels Jeongguk's fingers playing with the meat of his thighs, slowly creeping up to part his cheeks and bare him to sight.
"Lube," Taehyung reminds him when he regains his bearings, cock twitching painfully with how turned on he is by the way Jeongguk can handle him without breaking a sweat.
Jeongguk leans towards his bedside table, body covering Taehyung’s, caging him so beautifully, to retrieve the bottle. He's quick to uncap it and squirt some lube on his fingers as he settles back on his haunches.
"Nine minutes," Taehyung growls, and finally a knobby finger breaches him.
His breath hitches. It's not much, and even though it doesn't happen often, he's used to that kind of early discomfort. He's quick to discard it to leave room for the pleasure of finally getting to the point he's been anticipating the whole afternoon.
Jeongguk's wet finger keeps pushing further, keeps stretching his rim while his other hand runs up and down Taehyung’s back, around his ribs, his pecs, his abdomen, as if he didn't know where to settle properly. It never comes around Taehyung's cock, as instructed.
Taehyung loves the feeling of neglect, the way it hangs heavily between his legs, the tip messily spurting precome with how much he enjoys the scene he's created for them.
He blinks a few times when his vision blurs and he can't keep an eye on the clock on his side of the bed anymore, panting against his pillow. Jeongguk deliberately takes his time, still fucking him open with only one finger, and it's slowly driving Taehyung crazy.
"Another."
Taehyung moans into the pillow when Jeongguk next pushes two inside of him.
It's like diving into freezing water, the moment Jeongguk stops touching him. Like suddenly integrating his body back, lungs seizing up, muddled brain screaming for the warmth to come back. His heavy head lifts from the small patch of drool spreading under his chin. "Why did you stop?" He pants, turning his head to look over his shoulder.
Jeongguk is back to his position on his haunches, hands resting on his bulging thighs, cock standing angry between them. His eyes are huge, shiny. Innocent. "The ten minutes are over?" He replies, asks, truly, as if worried about getting scolded.
"Fuck," Taehyung groans when he checks the time, realising that he completely lost track of it with how well Jeongguk took care of him. "Sorry- you did so well, baby. You were so good I got lost in my head for a minute, huh?"
He lifts himself on trembling elbows, trying to get his breathing under control. When he looks back again, Jeongguk isn't any better, but his face is enlightened by a beautiful grin.
"You're not done, though," he reminds him darkly. "Ready to do the actual fucking now?"
Jeongguk nods eagerly, already prowling closer. He stops in his tracks before he covers Taehyung's back with his own body.
"What is it?"
"Kisses?"
"Yeah, you can give me kisses now."
Jeongguk's lips lift on one side in an irresistible boyish smile before they land gently on the small of Taehyung's back. They climb their way over his spine until Jeongguk reaches his neck, Taehyung meeting him halfway when he pushes his hips against his ass to reach for his lips. The kiss is messy with how much Taehyung has to turn his head, and he bites on Jeongguk's bottom lip again when he thrusts against him once, making him wobble on his hands and almost crash back down into his damp pillow.
"Now," he growls, and Jeongguk giggles softly as he straightens up. Taehyung hears him pour more lube on his cock, dropping his head in anticipation. When he feels the tip against his hole, he nudges back against it, hips shimmying to get breached already. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard."
A bated breath. Then, Jeongguk slides in in one go.
Taehyung hangs there for a second, breathing cut, eyes squeezed shut.
"Oh, by the way," Taehyung hisses, too caught up in the pleasure of finally feeling full. "You're not allowed to come until I say so. You'll be a good boy and hold it in this time, hm?"
Behind him, fully sheathed, Jeongguk lets out a trembling, whiny exhale. Taehyung knows the reminder of their first fuck and how he miserably came the moment he sat on Taehyung's cock stings his pride. He knows it'll make Jeongguk even more determined to do well, to do the best this time around.
He knows it'll be ten times harder, having to endure the friction around his cock, to feel the way Taehyung clenches around him. He knows exactly how to make him fight for it, though.
"If you don't disappoint me, you'll be free to use me as you wish after I'm done."
And that sends Jeongguk into movement, backing down until only the head of his cock is inside before ramming his hips forward. He doesn't lose any second easing up into a rhythm, knowing full well Taehyung loves it hard and fast, and fuck does he do that well, knocking the air out of Taehyung's lungs as he falls on his torso, arms useless as the headboard shakes with each of Jeongguk's thrusts. His mouth hangs uselessly open, incoherent sounds breaching free of his throat when Jeongguk hits his prostate over and over again. There's no way he's gonna last long, shivering already as his muscles spasm under Jeongguk's hands.
"Pull my fucking hair," he orders, moaning the loudest yet when his head is yanked back by a fistful of strands, back curving and nipples rubbing against the sheets.
Fuck the boy is good. "So fucking good," he says through clenched teeth. "Don't you fucking dare change the pace!"
The last sane part of his brain registers the painful pants Jeongguk exhales behind him, the way the fingers curled around his hip bones tremble as they hold him perfectly painfully tight, slipping with the sweat collecting on their bodies. He registers the way Jeongguk struggles to keep true to his orders, hips slapping Taehyung's ass with each thrust with sinful noises, pants turning to whines, his cock twitching inside of him.
He registers all of that, registers the knot tightening right inside of his abdomen, the way he's being snowballed right next to the edge.
"Throat," he whispers next, voice broken with need.
Jeongguk's palm immediately curls around his neck, bending him even more as he pushes his fingers against the throbbing pulse on each side of it, his other hand still pulling him, almost lifting him from his crouch.
‘Jeongguk-” Jeongguk Jeongguk Jeongguk, his hazy mind chants.
The sudden drop of oxygen in his brain, paired with the burn at the back of his scalp and the agonising pleasure in his ass make him see stars and tumble down that cliff he's been edging for so long, and he comes, spurting all over the sheets and the pillow under him.
The pressure eases right away and he gulps avidly, the sudden rush of blood making him almost dizzy. He doesn't have time to get his sight to stop blurring though, because Jeongguk is pulling out and flipping him on his back again, holding Taehyung's jelly legs in the air as he enters him again in one smooth glide. His thrusts are more erratic now, and his face is scrunched up, brows furrowed and eyes closed tightly. It burns, it burns so much and Taehyung relishes in it, in the feeling of being nothing but an oversensitive ragdoll for his boy.
"Doing perfectly, angel," he moans. "Perfect. You're perfect. Use me all you want, you deserve it."
Jeongguk whines again, his fingers tightening painfully around Taehyung's calves, eyes snapping open.
He pulls out once again, letting his body fall forward, catching himself on a closed fist next to Taehyung's head, effectively bending him in half.
He fists his cock, shiny with lube, biting his lips as he comes, shooting all over Taehyung's face and neck.
Taehyung closes his eyes in bliss, opening his mouth and letting his tongue lol out to catch as much of it as possible, heart hammering against his ribcage, threatening to pour over all the love he has for his boy.
They stay like that for a moment suspended in time, looking each other in the eye, panting, trembling, yet never intending to let the other go, to let the moment simmer out of their reach.
Jeongguk lets his body fall next to Taehyung, eyes blinking rapidly as he comes back to himself.
"Did I do good?" He asks in a small voice.
Taehyung turns his spent body to the side to face him, shivering when Jeongguk's broad hand immediately comes to hold his waist. He wipes a finger up the side of his neck and his cheek, gathering as much come as he can before wrapping his lips around it and sucking it clean, burning eyes never leaving Jeongguk's. He releases it with an absurdly loud pop before smirking at him. "The absolute fucking best, baby. Ruined me so well."
"Okay, that's good," Jeongguk says with a serious face, lifting himself up on his elbow to kiss Taehyung, tongue immediately slipping in. He pulls back for air after a while, his nose scrunching with the force of his cocky grin. "'Cause it's my turn now."
He punctuates his words with a roll of his hips, letting Taehyung know that he's already hard again.
"You can't be serious?" Taehyung asks incredulously. "You just finished all over me!"
Jeongguk lifts a cocky eyebrow. "Your point?"
Taehyung lets his boneless body fall back down on the bed. Damn the brat is back in full force. He silently prays to his ceiling for stamina. The wet sheets are bunching under him, cold and sticky against his skin. "What do they feed you nowadays," he sighs as his head lols to the side. He's fucking exhausted, but Jeongguk is vibrating next to him, giggling against the pit of Taehyung's arm, nuzzling at the hairs there as if full of sexy pheromones. "You gonna have to sit on my face, I'm fucking not ready for round two."
Jeongguk immediately scampers out of his hold, already turning and presenting his delightful ass to him.
"The things I do for you…" Taehyung laments one last time as his hands reach for each cheek, parting them to reveal his most favourite candy. Jeongguk knows Taehyung doesn't mean any of it. Knows Taehyung absolutely adores worshipping his ass, or giving in to his every whim. "Young people these days are insatiable…"
And so he gets to work, licking a broad stripe from Jeongguk's balls to his hole, devoting himself to the sinful noises he elicits.
"Good thing I'm also keeping you young then, Daddy," Jeongguk brags, before taking Taehyung by surprise, leaning down to take Taehyung's limp cock in his mouth.
Taehyung rolls his eyes when he feels it immediately start to fatten under Jeongguk's skilful ministrations, brings his hand down on Jeongguk's ass in retaliation.
Keeping him young or fast-forwarding him to an earlier grave, Taehyung isn't so sure yet.
He's not one to disappoint his lover, though.