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Taehyung is very aware of how much Jeongguk likes working out. The other man is at the gym any chance he gets, and he perfects a work-out routine within no time. Taehyung joins him sometimes, but he just doesn't have the same drive that Jeongguk seems to have for working out. He does the basics, but Jeongguk goes all out. Like every other thing Jeongguk takes on, he excels in it.
So, Taehyung isn't sure why he's so surprised to finally see the results of Jeongguk's hard work.
They're constantly busy. Always rushing from one class to the next, studying for exams and writing ridiculously long papers. So, he doesn't get the chance to really look at Jeongguk for a long time.
It isn't until Jungkook is fucking him against the shower wall that he takes notice of the changes.
It's been so long since they've had the chance for more than quick handjobs, hidden away somewhere from the other boys in their dorm, when they have 10 minutes of downtime. To feel Jeongguk inside of him again, his thrusts a little rushed, but deep, is absolute bliss. They're pressed close together, Taehyung's achingly hard dick trapped in between their stomachs, and the little bit of friction is just enough to leave him on the edge. He's got his legs wrapped around Jeongguk, the younger boy's fingers holding onto his thighs with a bruising grip. Thinking about the finger-shaped bruises that will be there later causes a shiver to run down his spine.
Jeongguk has his face buried in his neck to muffle the sounds he's making, and his breath is hot against Taehyung's skin. He feels Jeongguk's teeth and tongue teasing the skin of neck every now and then, and he experiences a jolt of pleasure each time.
At least Jeongguk tries to be quiet, for the sake of everyone else. It's not as if they don't know what he and Jeongguk are doing though, so Taehyung doesn't bother to muffle the moans and cries of pleasure that slip past his lips as Jeongguk fucks into him.
The wall behind him is cold but the water raining down on them from the shower head is warm, and Jeongguk's skin is absolutely burning against his own. He feels dizzy with pleasure and completely overstimulated.
His hands roam over Jeongguk's body, fingers hastily exploring warm, wet skin. It isn't until he reaches Jeongguk's shoulders that he stops.
Something feels different.
He can't remember Jeongguk's shoulders ever being this broad, this muscular. It completely catches him off guard, and the feeling of Jeongguk's muscles moving under his fingertips causes such blinding pleasure to wash over him, Taehyung feels like he may have actually blacked out for a few seconds. His fingers tighten on Jeongguk's shoulders and he comes with a jolt. The scream that escapes him when he comes sounds distant to his own ears, but he's painfully aware of how loud it was once he comes down from his high.
He loses all strength after the force of his orgasm, and the only thing holding him up while Jeongguk finishes fucking him is the boy's muscular arms. It's only moments later when he hears Jeongguk's muffled groan of pleasure close to his ear as he finally comes.
"Ah!" Taehyung cries out and grips Jeongguk's shoulders again when he feels Jeongguk's come spill inside of him. He's overly-sensitive to every feeling, trembling in pleasure at the warmth of Jeongguk's come inside of him.
"Fuck, hyung," he hears Jeongguk's voice near his ear. "You came without me even touching you," he states, letting out a breathless laugh.
Jeongguk pulls out of him slowly, and he lowers his feet back onto the tile. His legs feel like jelly, and he would've fallen over if Jeongguk's arms hadn't stayed wrapped around him. "And I don't think I've ever heard you scream that loud. Yoongi hyung will be pissed if you woke him up," Jeongguk chuckles, and Taehyung would punch him in the arm if he had the energy. Although, he'd probably just be met with a solid wall of muscle.
"Y- Yeah I- it was-," Taehyung stammers, uncharacteristically speechless. He buries his fingers in Jeongguk's wet hair and closes the distance between them until the tips of their noses are touching and they can feel each other's warm breath on their lips. "It's been way too long," he says vaguely. "That was just- great- perfect."
He isn't sure why he doesn't completely gush about the pleasure that Jeongguk's muscles brought him. They aren't usually shy about sex. Maybe he's still caught off guard by how much it affected him? He had never felt such intense pleasure in his life.
There's no harm in him staring at Jeongguk's shoulders for the remainder of their shower...or for the next few weeks.
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Neither of them had ever been particularly dominant in their relationship. Jeongguk is usually the one fucking him because he just likes being fucked. But most other aspects of their relationship are fairly equal, or even a playful fight for dominance.
But the way Jeongguk looks now, the way he feels, evokes something new in Taehyung. He thinks about the feeling of Jeongguk's broad shoulders under his fingers, Jeongguk's muscular arms wrapped around him- and it creates a fire that burns within him. He wants Jeongguk to dominant him, to hold him down with strong arms and fuck him so hard that he can't remember his own name. He wants Jeongguk's fingers gripping his hair while he sucks him off, pushing him further down until he's choking on his dick.
He wants Jeongguk to ruin him.
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The urges hit him at random times.
When they're changing in the morning and he catches sight of the way Jeongguk's shoulders look in a tank top, or when he places his hand on Jeongguk's arm without thinking and feels the muscles move under his palm. The worst is when they are playing around and Taehyung annoys everyone until Jeongguk just picks him up like he weighs nothing and carries him away with strong, sturdy arms. When those arms are around him, he feels himself become completely submissive. He wants to give all of himself to Jeongguk and have Jeongguk take him apart piece by piece.
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Taehyung is completely aware of how absolutely ridiculous he is.
He should just walk into the room, as casually as he always would. He should dry his wet hair and get dressed and go lie down on the hotel mattress. They're finally on break and taking a short vacation, and they have to be up early tomorrow to meet with everyone. He should go lie down and get some sleep.
But he can't.
Not when Jeongguk is doing push-ups on the floor with his shirt off, sweat glistening all over his muscular back and wide shoulders.
Jeongguk just had to get his daily workout in, even in their hotel room, thousands of miles away from their dorm and regular gym.
Taehyung had gotten out of the shower, opened the door just a crack, was met with the sight of Jeongguk doing push-ups on the floor, and had promptly lost all ability to form coherent thoughts. And instead of walking right out, he kneeled on the floor in only a towel and peeked at Jeongguk through a crack in the door.
He tried to control himself- he really did. But before he knew it, he was reaching under his towel and jerking himself off to the sight of Jeongguk working out, and biting the knuckles of his other hand to muffle his moans. It’s not the first time one of them as done this. They’ve talked about it, just to be sure of their boundaries, and they’re okay with it on both ends. But that doesn’t make him feel any less silly.
He watches the muscles in Jeongguk's arms shift each time he lifts himself up, and feels the torturous heat of pleasure coiling in the pit of his stomach. His vision swims as he becomes dizzy from the wave of pleasure and has to muffle another moan, biting down on his knuckle until he feels the skin break.
He's going to come soon- from just the sight of Jeongguk's strained muscles and his own hand fisting his cock. He's breathing hard through his nose, excitement building in is chest, and-
Jeongguk lifts himself one more time and stops- and his dark eyes are on Taehyung in an instant, his gaze heated and heavy. He knows -
Taehyung stops stroking himself just before he can reach his climax, too shocked by Jeongguk's gaze to continue, and he whimpers, leaning his head against the door frame and trying to catch his breath.
Jeongguk stands and Taehyung watches, with his heart thumping rapidly in his chest, as Jeongguk steps closer and approaches the door. He doesn't bother closing it, he knows he's caught, and he knows by the look in Jeongguk's eyes that Jeongguk has been aware of him watching.
Jeongguk pulls the door open and Taehyung looks up at him from where he's still kneeling on the floor. "Hyung," Jeongguk says, voice rough, and Taehyung shivers at the sound of it. Jeongguk reaches down to cup his cheek and he leans into the touch like a cat seeking attention. "Were you watching me?"
Taehyung nods, "Y - Yes," he answers, voice breathy and weak. "I - I -"
"Shh, it's okay," Jeongguk pushes his damp hair out of his face, and his fingers feel so good. The touch is so soft and sweet, but Taehyung can't stop imagining Jeongguk pulling at it roughly as he fucks him from behind. "What do you want me to do to you, baby?"
Taehyung reaches up to cling to the sweatpants Jeongguk has hanging off his hips. "Everything-" he says desperately. "Fuck me- I want it rough. I want you to fuck me against the wall- hold me down on the bed and take me from behind- anything."
They've played this game before, but never this far, Taehyung has never asked for so much, never shown this much desperation to be dominated. But they established a safe word a long time ago, and Taehyung trusts Jeongguk with his everything. He knows what he wants now.
He sees Jeongguk's eyes widen for a fraction of a second, before he controls his expression again. "I'll give you anything you want," Jeongguk says sweetly, and he smiles. "Do you want to suck me off first? Do you want my cock in your mouth?"
"God, yes- please, Gukkie, please-" he's scrambling for purchase and Jeongguk takes both of his hands and helps him stand up on shaky legs. The towel unravels and falls to the floor, leaving Taehyung completely naked, with his achingly hard cock on full display.
He wraps his arms around Jeongguk's neck, and the younger man places sturdy hands on the backs of his thighs and lifts him up. His legs wrap around Jeongguk's waist and Jeongguk surges forward to kiss him roughly as they back into the room and away from the bathroom door.
Jeongguk's back hits the wall opposite of the bathroom. Taehyung grinds up against him, desperate for some friction, and moans into his mouth. Jeongguk pulls away from the kiss, "Tae- baby- " he pants against Taehyung's mouth. Taehyung feels the heat of Jeongguk's hands on his thighs, holding him in a strong grip, and he feels like he could come just from that. "So perfect- so beautiful-"
"I need you, Jeongguk, please," he almost sobs, desperate to have every part of Jeongguk. He can feel the hard muscles of Jeongguk's back under his fingertips, and the other man is still slick with sweat from his workout.
Jeongguk carefully lowers him back on his feet, and he almost whines in protest - Jeongguk had lifted him so easily, and being held by his strong arms was always something he welcomed - but then he remembers what he gets to do and he drops to his knees obediently, before Jeongguk can even tell him to.
He reaches for the hem of Jeongguk's pants, but the other man grabs his wrists and stops him before he can do it. "Hands behind your back," Jeongguk's eyes are cloudy with lust and the power of dominance as he stares down, and Taehyung feels like putty under that gaze. Jeongguk has slipped into this dominant role so naturally, and Taehyung relishes in it. "No touching. You can only use your mouth."
Taehyung nods and obeys, keeping his eyes on Jeongguk as he places his hands behind his back. Jeongguk smiles, pets his hair, and Taehyung's eyes flutter from the gentle action.
Jeongguk hooks his thumbs under his waistband and pulls his sweatpants and briefs half way down his thighs. He's already hard, and Taehyung licks his lips as he stares at Jeongguk's leaking cock.
He leans forward, gives a few licks to the head of Jeongguk's cock, and hears the younger man's breath hitch. He doesn't waste much time with teasing though, and hurries to wrap his lips around the head and lower his mouth as much as he can. Jeongguk groans, fingers quickly reaching down to tangle in Taehyung's hair. Jeongguk's cock is a heavy heat on his tongue and Taehyung can hardly contain his eagerness. He hums, closing his eyes as he hollows his cheeks- sucking and licking eagerly. Jeongguk can't hold back his moan this time, and he gives Taehyung's hair an experimental tug.
He moans around Jeongguk's dick, the sensation sending a jolt of arousal through him. "So good, babe, you're doing so well," Jeongguk coos, and Taehyung soaks up the praise.
Jeongguk grips his hair, tugs at it harshly, and it's exactly the pain Taehyung has been waiting for. The younger man jerks his hips forward and Taehyung relaxes his jaw, allows Jeongguk to fuck into his mouth.
Jeongguk's dick reaches the back of his throat and he chokes, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. But it's so good- so good- his mouth stuffed full of Jeongguk's cock and his hair held in a firm grip as the younger boys fucks his face. This is everything he's wanted- everything he's fantasized about for weeks. The tears finally fall down his cheeks and he feels what he knows is a mixture of spit and precome spilling down his chin. He knows Jeongguk likes it- likes him pliant under his fingertips, crying and drooling and desperate for his cock. He relaxes his throat, tries to keep sucking, and let's Jeongguk have his way with him.
He wants to taste the bitterness of Jeongguk's come on his tongue, but the younger man pulls at his hair and away from him before he can finish. He whines, sticking his tongue out and licking at the tip, desperate for the taste.
"Fuck, you look so good like this- on your knees for me, taking my cock in your mouth so beautifully, begging for it-"
"I want your come, Guk, please-"
"As much as I'd love to paint your face with my come," he brushes a thumb across Taehyung's cheekbone tenderly. "I want to come inside of you, baby. Be patient."
Jeongguk steps out of his pants and underwear. He picks Taehyung up again, and Taehyung secures his legs around the other man's hips as he carries him to the bed.
Taehyung bounces slightly when Jeongguk throws him down into the bed.
Jeongguk doesn't join him immediately. He walks over to his bag first, and rummages around until he finds what he's looking for, pulling out a bottle of lube. Taehyung waits impatiently on the bed, trembling with excitement and arousal, as Jeongguk walks back over, his body now completely bare and open for Taegyung to admire. He can appreciate every shift of muscle in his thighs and the ridges of his toned abdomen.
Jeongguk climbs on top of him and he immediately latches onto Jeongguk's arms, stroking his hands up and down the muscles of his biceps as he stares up at the younger man with glazed eyes. Jeongguk leans down to pepper kisses along his jaw, lips soft and burning against his skin. His breath stutters when Jeongguk nuzzles his neck and nips at the spot between his neck and shoulder.
"How do you want it, Tae?" Jeongguk murmurs into his neck. "How do you want me to fuck you?"
"Hard, please Jeongguk, I want it rough- ah-" he begs, arching up against Jeongguk as the younger man licks a strip up his neck.
"I'm turning you over, baby," Jeongguk gives him a moment to protest if he wishes to, before he grabs him by the hips and turns him over onto his stomach. The ease with which he does it causes pleasure to coil in Taehyung's stomach again.
Taehyung buries his face in the pillow underneath him, panting in anticipation. He gasps when he feels Jeongguk's hands on his hips again, his grip bruising, and the younger man lifts him until he's on his knees, ass is in the air.
"Don't move." Jeongguk strokes a hand down his spine, the action strong and firm, but controlled. He arches perfectly for Jeongguk, clutching the pillow case with both hands as he struggles to stay still. He's perfectly pliant under Jeongguk's strong hands, and he wouldn't wish it any other way.
He almost jolts when he feels Jeongguk’s lips on his lower back, but he manages to keep still, just as Jeongguk had instructed him to. He wants to listen, he wants to be good for Jeongguk-
The younger boy’s trails soft kisses down his back, and when he reaches the swell of Taehyung’s ass, he doesn’t stop. Jeongguk kisses the supple skin, and moves both palms to Taehyung’s ass, spreading his cheeks until he’s completely exposed. Taehyung trembles under his touch, clutching the pillow and doing everything in his power to not push back against Jeongguk. His heart hammers rapidly in his chest, breath stuttering in anticipation.
“You’re so good for me, Tae, such a good boy,” Jeongguk praises, nipping at one of his ass cheeks. Taehyung clenches his teeth, whimpering softly.
Jeongguk caresses him, massaging his hands into Taehyung's ass gently, working him up even more. Taehyung is strung so tight with anticipation, eager to feel more of Jeongguk, he can hardly catch his breath.
When Jeongguk's tongue is finally on him, rimming the tight ring of muscles, he jerks back, a soft whimper leaving his lips as he clutches the pillows even harder.
He knows he's in trouble when Jeongguk pulls away, and he holds his breath in anticipation. "What did I tell you, kitten?" Jeongguk moves both hands to his hips, and even though he's holding him gently, Taehyung can feel the restrained power in those hands.
Taehyung can only whimper.
"Use your words." Jeongguk tightens his grip on Taehyung's hips, and Taehyung can feel the bruises forming. He relishes in the strength, the control of those hands.
"You -" Taehyung swallows thickly. "You told me to hold still."
"That's right," Jeongguk coos, thumbs stroking Taehyung's skin. "Now can you do that for me, or do I need to punish you?"
Taehyung releases a trembling breath, "I - I don't know."
He feels the bed shift as Jeongguk sits up on his knees, "Do I need to spank you?"
Taehyung feels something in him snap, a spike of pleasure surging through him at Jeongguk's words. "Yes," he almost sobs. "Please punish me."
He hears a deep chuckle, "You're desperate for it, aren't you? Such a slut for punishment."
"Yes," he cries, pushing his ass back against Jeongguk. He wants to hear it again - to hear Jeongguk call him a slut, a whore - it feels even better than the sweet pet names Jeongguk uses so often.
And Jeongguk really can read him so well, because he gives Taehyung exactly what he wants. "Such a good little slut," he says.
Taehyung feels like he could come just from hearing Jeongguk speak to him like this.
Jeongguk shifts again and Taehyung waits with bated breath. He feels one of Jeongguk's hands stroking his ass, his touch a gentle tease, and the other keeping a tight grip on his hip.
Then, Jeongguk's hand is gone and Taehyung sucks in a breath right before Jeongguk brings it back down. He cries out, knees almost giving out as the pain mixes with the intense pleasure. He would've fallen forward if Jeongguk hadn't kept a hold of his hip.
The hit isn't too hard, but just hard enough to leave a delightful sting.
After the third hit, Taehyung starts to feel dizzy from the pleasure, his skin flushed and sweaty. “You’re taking your punishment so well, baby. Do you want more?” Jeongguk asks softly. Taehyung nods enthusiastically – he can take more, he can take it all –
Jeongguk laughs again, soft and fond, and then he brings his hand down again, harder this time, and Taehyung cries out. His breath stutters, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He’d known how much he loved Jeongguk’s strength, but he wasn’t aware of how much it would affect. He wants more, he wants Jeongguk to hit him harder, to use the strength in those arms to do everything to him. He wants to be manhandled, to feel dirty and used.
“You good, kitten?” Jeongguk asks, caressing the spot he had just hit.
“Yes, y-yes – “Taehyung stutters out desperately. “More!”
“Okay, just one more. I want to fuck you baby, I’ve waited long enough.”
Jeongguk strikes his ass one last time, and there’s so much strength behind it that Taehyung is pushed forward, his lips parting in a loud scream and drool leaking from the side of mouth, onto the pillow. The sting of it goes straight to his achingly hard cock, leaking pre-come onto the sheets below him.
It’s so good, the pain is so perfect, Taehyung just wants more, he would do anything for more –
“- such a good boy, you did so well. You took your punishment so well, baby.” It takes him a moment to come out of his haze of pleasure to hear Jeongguk talking him, trying to keep him from sinking too far into his headspace. Taehyung can’t bring himself to speak, so he nods, eyelids fluttering as he blinks away the tears in his eyes.
“You look so pretty like this,” Jeongguk coos, stroking his ass with feather-light touches. “Your ass painted red from my hands.” He feels Jeongguk move again, shifting directly behind him. “You like when I punish you, don’t you? You’re such a slut for me.” Jeongguk spreads his ass cheeks and Taehyung whines when he feels Jeongguk’s warm breath on his clenching hole.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants. “Only for you.” He almost pushes back against Jeongguk’s face, but he wants to be a good slut for Jeongguk, so he stays as still as he can, digging his nails into the pillow to keep his restraint.
“I’m going to give you a reward, baby.” And without any other warning, Jeongguk leans forward and licks across his hole, tongue flat and wide and so deliciously wet. Taehyung shudders, but manages to keep still this time, just as Jeongguk had instructed him to before.
Jeongguk trials his tongue slowly along the rim, before delving in just slightly. Taehyung gasps, bucking back a little.
"So good, Gukkie, feels so good," he mumbles into the pillow, as Jeongguk tongues digs dipper into him.
It's so delightfully agonizing. Jeongguk gives him just enough to want more, eats him out until he's right on the edge but not quite enough to let him fall over the side.
When Jeongguk pulls his mouth away, Taehyung whines, feeling so painfully empty. He needs more, he needs Jeongguk to touch him, kiss him, anything -
He hardly hears the cap of a bottle through the haze of lust, but he does feel Jeongguk's lube-slicked finger prodding his entrance seconds later. "So pretty, Tae, just for me," Jeongguk whispers, as he slides a finger in agonizingly slow. A stuttered gasp slips from Taehyung's lips as Jeongguk buries his finger deeper inside of him. Jeongguk adds a second finger soon enough, and Taehyung can feel his toes curl as Jeongguk scissors him slowly. It's so warm, so nice to feel filled, even if it's not quite enough. "More," Taehyung moans before he can catch himself. "Please, Gukkie."
"Whatever you want, baby." Jeongguk shifts again, and Taehyung doesn't have the chance to ask what he's doing, before he feels the warm wetness of Jeongguk's tongue joining his fingers. Taehyung cries out at the sensation, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. "Yes, yes, yes - " Taehyung pushes back against Jeongguk's face, almost knocking them both back, he can't help it, it's so good -
Jeongguk doesn't pull away to scold Taehyung, he keeps his tongue inside of Taehyung, moving skillfully alongside his fingers, but he does use his other hand to slap one of Taehyung's ass cheeks. It's right on the already sore, red area that Jeongguk had just abused, and Taehyung has to clutch at the pillows and concentrate as hard as he can on not coming, because it's so good.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry - " he says desperately, but Jeongguk just continues his task, delving deeper, and then adding a third finger.
He thrusts in and out carefully, letting Taehyung adjust to the stretch, but Taehyung thinks the slight burn of it is delicious. Just as he's set a nice pace, he pulls his face away, removing his tongue, and Taehyung whines. But Jeongguk doesn't give him time to complain before he adds a fourth finger. The stretch burns more intensely this time, but Taehyung still loves it, and Jeongguk slides in and out with firm strokes, spreading his fingers lightly and stretching him properly. Jeongguk's fingers just barely brush his prostate, and he whines each time he feels the teasing touch. Jeongguk always knows how to drive him crazy, leaving him right between too much and not enough.
After a few moments of torturous stretching and teasing, Jeongguk slips his fingers out, and Taehyung whimpers at the loss. He clenches and unclenches around air, and feels Jeongguk fingers tighten around his hip. "You're so needy, kitten. Be patient," Jeongguk tells him, stroking the sensitive red marks on his ass. "You'll get my cock, if you're a good boy."
"I am, I am, I promise," Taehyung cries, pushing back against him. "I'm your good boy."
Jeongguk laughs, deep and sultry, and the sound goes straight to Taehyung's leaking dick. "We'll see."
Despite Jeongguk's reply, he still picks up the lube and slicks himself up. Taehyung waits impatiently, listening to the sounds of Jeongguk stroking himself and groaning softly.
He prepares to beg again, he can't help it, he's so desperate, but then Jeongguk finally presses up against him again. Jeongguk slides his cock between Taehyung's ass cheeks, pushing against his entrance, but not pressing in.
"How do you want it, baby? What do the want me to do?" Jeongguk asks, stroking the small of his back and the swell of his ass.
"H-Hold me down," he admits, almost shyly. It's comical, after everything they had already done. "Hold me down and fuck me, please."
Jeongguk slides his hands up Taehyung's back, his cock sliding further into Taehyung's ass crack. Jeongguk takes both of his arms and brings them above his head, pulling his hands together and holding both of his wrists with one hand. He pushes down and squeezes them together; a show of strength that Taehyung relishes in. He can feel the power in just one of Jeongguk's hands, his fingers leaving bruises in their wake and the muscles in his arm shifting as he holds on tight and pushes down with controlled strength. Jeongguk waits for a moment, to be sure that Taehyung won't back out. But there's no way in hell that's going to happen.
"Louder, Tae," Jeongguk finally commands, his voice sending delightful shivers down Taehyung's spine. "I want everyone to know that I'm fucking you, that you're only mine."
"Please, fuck me! Please, please, please -"
Jeongguk leans forward, pressing down on him, and he can still feel Jeongguk's dick between his ass cheeks, slick and hot and hard. Jeongguk chest is pressed against his back, broad and powerful, and Taehyung feels small under him. "What do you want, baby? Say it, loud and clear."
"I need your cock, I need it inside me, please - " Taehyung is drooling again, just thinking about Jeongguk's cock. He can't decide if he loves it more in his mouth, hot and heavy on his tongue, or buried deep in his ass.
"Who do you belong to?" Jeongguk is just teasing him now, dragging it out longer to make Taehyung suffer, and it's working because he feels more and more desperate. But this is what he wants - he wants Jeongguk to torture him, to hurt him, the pain is so sinfully wonderful. His body thrums with anticipation, he isn't sure how much longer he can wait.
"You! Only you, Gukkie! I'm your slut! Only yours!"
"You're so good for me. My needy little cockslut," Jeongguk murmurs into his ear, squeezing his wrists harder.
And finally, finally Jeongguk lines up his cock with Taehyung's entrance and slides in. "Fuck," Jeongguk groans, bottoming out in one slow thrust.
Taehyung's breath feels trapped in his lungs, his heart hammering wildly in his chest and his senses heightened. All he can feel is Jeongguk - Jeongguk inside of him, Jeongguk's strong hands holding him down, Jeongguk's burning skin on his own.
Before he can gather his thoughts, Jeongguk pulls out and slams back in with a force that has Taehyung seeing stars and sends his knees buckling. He would've fallen flat onto the bed if Jeongguk didn't have a bruising grip on his hip.
Jeongguk starts a fast, ruthless pace, the head of his cock ramming into Taehyung's prostate each time. Taehyung arches his back, whimpers falling from his lips with each thrust, white bleeding into his vision. He doesn't realize he's crying, tears spilling down his cheeks, as he's overwhelmed by every sensation.
"You take my cock so well, kitten.” The pace of Jeongguk's thrusts grow quicker, his hips slapping against Taehyung's ass crudely with each thrust. "You're not allowed to come until I say so, do you hear me?" Jeongguk grunts, burying himself deep and hard into Taehyung.
"Yes!" Taehyung sobs, nodding into the pillow. He chants please please please over and over but he isn't even sure what he's begging for anymore. He's just a shameless mess of pleads and tears.
He can hear Jeongguk moaning behind him, through the haze of pleasure, murmuring praises every so often, "You feel so good around my cock, Tae, so perfect."
The stinging slap of skin on skin grows louder as Jeongguk's thrusts become more erratic, and Taehyung thrashes as the bed frame knocks against the wall.
Jeongguk finally comes with a loud groan and a thrust that sends Taehyung's knees scooting further up the bed. A mess of stuttered moans fall from Taehyung's lips as he feels the warmth of Jeongguk come inside of him, and the way his hands tighten around his wrists until it's just on the edge of being dangerous. Jeongguk moves his hand from Taehyung's wrists to his hair, pulling at the roots and sending a jolt of pleasure through Taehyung's body. He moves his other hand to Taehyung's dick, wrapping his fingers around it and jerking him off. He's still thrusting into Taehyung, riding out his orgasm, and Taehyung clenches around him, milking him for all he's worth. "Come for me, kitten."
Taehyung can feel more tears slipping down his cheeks at Jeongguk's words - he needs it, he needs it so bad, Jeongguk's hand in his hair is too good and Jeongguk's come inside of him is so deliciously warm, he can't hold back any longer. But he was a good boy, he waited - waited for Jeongguk to tell him he could let go. He finally lets himself come with a loud cry of Jeongguk's name, curling his fingers and toes, and seeing stars behind his eyelids. The force of the orgasm surprises him, and the only thing he can feel in that moment is Jeongguk and white hot blinding pleasure. His come spills on the sheets, and Jeongguk's hand, and Jeongguk strokes him through it.
Taehyung is so gone, he barely noticed Jeongguk pulling out. They're both trying to catch their breath, hearts slowly calming down, as Jeongguk turns him around and lays him on his back with utmost care.
It always takes them a few minutes to come down from the high, especially now, after something so intense and new, but instead of lying down next to him, Jeongguk moves to get off the bed.
"Stay," Taehyung pleads, grabbing his arm.
"Gotta clean you up, baby," Jeongguk says, breathlessly, as he pushes Taehyung's wet hair out of his face.
Reluctantly, Taehyung lets go and allows him to go to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth. He's back in less than a minute, cleaning the come from between Taehyung's thighs with gentle strokes. Taehyung watches him, stares fondly at the expression of complete concentration as he cleans him up. His dark hair, now soaked with sweat, sticks to his face, and he looks exhausted, but cleaning Taehyung up and making sure he's comfortable is his first priority
Jeongguk is so gentle with him when they're done, and it warms Taehyung's heart every time he experiences it. He loves Jeongguk's soft touch while he cleans him up after sex, just as much as he loves those same hands being rough with him during sex.
"How are you feeling?" Jeongguk asks as he finally puts the washcloth on the bedside table and lies down next to Taehyung. Jeongguk pulls him close, and he melts into the other man's embrace.
"So good," he sighs, completely blissed out. "You?"
"Perfect," Jeongguk answers immediately, firm in his answer. "You were so perfect, Tae."
Taehyung hums, enjoying the praise, and closes his eyes as he smiles softly. He's ready to fall asleep in this bliss, and worry about showers and responsibilities later, but he feels Jeongguk shift slightly and he opens his eyes again.
Jeongguk takes Taehyung's wrists, his strong hands gentle this time, and he kisses the bruises forming on Taehyung's skin. He looks content as he stares at the bruises that he made, satisfied that the marks on Taehyung's skin were from him. But then his expressions quickly shifts into something troubled, as though he's questioning his own thoughts, and he opens his mouth and begins to ramble. "It wasn't too much, was it? I didn't know you would want it that rough, but you kept asking for more, and you didn't say the safe word, so I-"
"Jeongguk," he stops the other man, pulling his wrist from Jeongguk's gentle grip to palm his cheek, and give him a reassuring smile. "It was so perfect, everything I've wanted for weeks, I promise. I would've told you if it was too much." He leans forward to place a kiss on his lips, soft and slow.
They experimented with different kinks in the past, and Taehyung had always had a thing for Jeongguk being dominant, and for the dirty talk and sometimes the praising. But this was the first time they had ventured into actual spanking or anything more painful than some bruising on Taehyung's hips and a little hair pulling. He can understand why Jeongguk would want to be sure that everything was good for him too. It would've been best for him to discuss everything with Jeongguk beforehand, but Taehyung trusts Jeongguk more than anything, and he doesn't regret any part of what they did, he never does. Jeongguk can read him so well, always knows what he wants, and if he wants to stop, he knows, without a doubt, that Jeongguk would at any time. And he would do the same.
"Why didn't you say anything before? We could've tried this weeks ago." Jeongguk strokes a hand up and down his hip, fingers tracing the bruising there too.
Taehyung shrugs, "I just started noticing how much you've been working out. I didn't know I'd like it this much, I was still figuring stuff out." He smiles as he brushes his fingers down the muscle of Jeongguk's bicep. Jeongguk flexes and Taehyung looks up at him, raising an eyebrow as he laughs.
"Can we do this again? I really liked it," Taehyung's cheeks flush, feeling uncharacteristically shy again.
"Of course," Jeongguk smiles, brushing his thumb across Taehyung's warm cheek.
"Good," Taehyung gives a smile in return and throws his leg over Jeongguk's waist so he can sit up and straddle him. He grabs Jeongguk's arm and places the other man's hand on his collarbone. Jeongguk stares at him curiously as he slides his hand up to his neck, until his fingers are resting on his throat. Taehyung stares down at him, his bashfulness completely gone and replaced by a mischievous glint in his eye. "Next time, I want you to hold me down and choke me."