Taehyung sighed lightly, panting on the floor. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he looked down at his half-crossed legs, the bruise finally starting to become obvious. It's so tiring, working all the time. He'd slipped and smacked up his calf really badly. Now it was swollen and had a deep purple tinge to the surface.
He glanced over on my right, seeing Yoongi, panting on the floor, arms splayed out carelessly, his hair soaked with sweat. Not a moment later did Jimin collapse beside him, cursing under his breath, bringing a grin to Taehyung's face. Sighing yet again, he looked back out at the others, still practicing furiously. Hoseok stood, obviously confused, moving his arms in different directions in an attempt to learn the new dance. Jin stood beside him, hands on hips, looking the most fed-up Taehyung has ever seen.
"Screw this!" Namjoon shouted, tossing his arms in the air helplessly, sitting in a plastic chair nearby, staring at Yoongi dully.
"It's easy, look." Jungkook repeated for the hundredth time, performing an elaborate string of moves right in front of Jin and Hoseok. They watched him blankly, and the happy expectant expression disappeared from Jungkook's face when he saw them. He sighed, walking further away, before launching into practice yet again.
Taehyung licked his lips. Jungkook just looks so concentrated, so determined to do well, to master a new dance on the first day. And he was doing it well. Our manager applauded his efforts but he didn't care to listen; he kept practicing over and over, his face serious to the point of almost being dangerous.
It looked good on him.
His hair flicked every time he moved, clumped together in some places. His white shirt was stained and clung to his chest, and his shorts moved effortlessly with him, sometimes flipping up a fraction.
"We get it, you're a genius." Taehyung grinned, walking up to him. Jungkook whizzed around and looked at him, shocked and breathless for a second, before grinning and shoving him away lightly.
"I'm practicing. Leave."
"Can you teach me?"
He laughed. "You're injured."
"It's just a bruise."
"If it was really no issue why did you give up?" A sly grin splayed itself on his face, knowing he had won.
Taehyung sighed, grinning also, shaking his head, leaning closer to him. "Fuck you," he whispered dangerously low in his ear, making his entire posture go rigid. "If you keep dancing like that I'll have to shove something into you."
Jungkook blushed fiercely, shoving him away hard, making him stumble a little.
"Drinks, anyone?" Jimin questioned from the far corner of the room, slowing getting up, trying to drag a lifeless Yoongi up with him. The others quickly accepted, frustrated beyond their limit, longing nothing other than a change of scenery for a while.
"Taehyung, you coming?"
He shook his head, pointing at the bruise. "Can't be bothered walking that far."
Jimin nodded, looking over at Jungkook. "Jungkook?"
He glanced at Taehyung before shaking his head. "I have more practice to do."
Jimin sighed. "You work too hard~"
Smack.
Jimin yelped, making Taehyung's head flash back over in his direction. Yoongi cackled, standing on his own, Jimin clutching his forearm.
"Yoongi!"
He shrugged. "I don't like being babied."
"You little-"
"Do I have to do it again? As a reimbursement smack?"
Jimin quickly backed off, plainly scared. Yoongi cackled again, walking out of the dance studio. The others followed, Jimin scowling. The door shut and Taehyung sighed, turning back to Jungkook.
"You're really an idiot sometimes.." He grabbed him, slamming him against the mirror roughly, one hand in his hair, the other tugging at his waist, biting his soft lips. Jungkook whimpered beneath him, completely allowing himself to be dominated. "You know why you're an idiot?" Taehyung pulled off, staring deeply into his shocked innocent eyes with lust-filled ones.
He gulped nervously. "N-no."
Taehyung growled, rubbing himself right up against him, demanding a proper response. When he refused to give one, Taehyung positioned his arms either side of the younger's, still facing the mirror. Taehyung looked him over, head to toe, observing the colour quickly rising around his neck and his sharp breathing. "You don't know?" He kissed down his jugular as fiercely as he could, growling in want. He gulped beneath Taehyung, too shaky to respond.
"You're an idiot because you dance like that when you know it gets me worked up."
Jungkook gasped, leaning even more into the kisses, trembling with nervousness.
Taehyung simply chuckled. "Stop being so nervous, this is just like last night remember?"
He scowled, trying to shove Taehyung off.
"You know that was nothing but-"
"But what?" Taehyung kissed him, pushing his tongue against his hard. He didn't fight back; he welcomed his tongue in, sucking hard, moving his lips in sync with Taehyung's. Finally, his arms ran up his back, clutching just below Taehyung's shoulderblades as he growled again, the buldge in his pants getting painful. Panting heavily already, Taehyung pulled off, looking him deep into the eyes. A faint colour of blush spread through the young boy's cheeks, yet he could not bring himself to avert his gaze.
"H-hyung.."
"Hm?" Taehyung silenced him with a quick peck to the lips as his hand slid over his own clothed member, before finding Jungkook's. He gasped, surprised already at how immersed in want the younger was. His perfectly shaped lips curled into a grin, chuckling a little. "Why are you so nervous?"
Jungkook stayed silent, yet his hands moved and pulled Taehyung's face closer, a slight whimper escaping his lips. "If you're so confident, why don't you open me up already?"
His words did very little to soothe the raw sexual burn in Taehyung's soul, and in response, he pulled Jungkook's head up harshly by his hair, exposing his long pale neck. Without pause, he sunk his teeth all over the soft skin, leaving angry-looking bruises everywhere.
Jungkook's face scrunched up in annoyance, yet Taehyung continued to ravage his neck, pressing himself against Jungkook, making sure he could feel exactly how badly he wanted him. Jungkook whined excessively, still not bothering to push Taehyung away. "Hyung.. you k-know how hard those are to c-cover.."
"Shut up. You taste good." Taehyung's last sentence came spread out in a breathy moan. Jungkook bit into his own lip, a coppery taste briefly filling his mouth.
"I've had enough." Taehyung growled, dropping the youth to his knees, leaving him gobsmacked, looking up at him with an innocent and confused expression. His fingers swirled into Jungkook's hair, tugging it, pushing his member, still completely erect through his clothes, closer to his face. Jungkook gulped.
"B-but hyung I've n-never.."
"Please, cutie." His eyes snapped shut, sweat already dripping down his chest, his breathing coming out in almost panicked intervals.
Jungkook gulped yet again, before tugging down Taehyung's sweat pants dotted with sweat, both from the intense practice session and from how badly Taehyung was in need of his tongue wrapped sweetly around him. As soon as his undies were removed, his member sprung right up needily, a drop of precum already leaking out. For a moment, Jungkook simply crouched in front of him, gaping at it. Taehyung tugged on his hair again, hoping the younger would just start touching him already before he passed out.
"So this is why it hurt hm.."
Taehyung scowled at his comment, but before he could complain any further, Jungkook's hand wrapped around it, pumping it slowly but really firmly. Taehyung gasped, leaning closer to him, feeling his legs already go weak.
Jungkook looked up at him cluelessly but continued pumping him. Taehyung watched as he nervously opened his mouth, that sweet pink tongue emerging, wrapping itself around the leaking tip. His clutch on his hair intensified as he stiffled his cries of pleasure as the younger so easily drove him wild. It was just absolutely perfect, the way Jungkook slid up and down his length, with his soft fingers, his moist little tongue, his bunny front teeth occassionally touching the very surface, sending shivers of pleasure through him.
Taehyung grunted, pulling him up to stand quickly.
"Was it okay-"
His lips pressed against him in a deep capturing kiss, silencing him before he could even finish such a silly question. He flipped Jungkook, pushing him against the wall, and the younger spread his hands out to stabilise himself, figuring what was coming. Taehyung ripped off his shirt, admiring the sweat clinging to his back right in front of him. His tongue curled into the two perfect and neat dimples resting just above his behind, that seemed prodded out even further just for Taehyung. Not even thinking, he pulled down his clothes, pushing himself into Jungkook's hole, thrusting as hard as he could.
"T-taehyung!" The younger yelled out in pain, tears immediately falling from his wincing eyes.
"Shit. I'm so sorry.." Taehyung pulled out quickly, making Jungkook yell yet again, tears still falling. He reached deep into the pocket of his carelessly discarded sweat pants, pulling out the lube he'd forgotten. Applying it to himself and Jungkook, he leaned closer, watching the tears still fall from his eyes.
"Hey.. I'm sorry.. are you okay?"
Jungkook nodded, sniffling lightly. "I'm okay."
He snaked his hand to the front, starting to pump him, pulling a moan past his lips. Taehyung breathed out in relief before positioning himself back behind him. He pushed just the very tip inside, making Jungkook scratch at the wall, cursing under his breath. Just to tease, he pulled back the very tip, pushing it back and forth through his tender hole, making Jungkook screw up his face in frustration.
"D-don't tease.."
Taehyung obeyed, thrusting hard. Swearing loudly, Jungkook tried to rock his hips against Taehyung's to match his thrusts, but Taehyung sped up, not allowing him to.
"A-ah Jungkook.. I love how tight you are.." Taehyung mumbled, going faster, letting gasps and profanities fall from his mouth. Moaning out loudly, Jungkook gripped even harder at the wall, turning his knuckles white, screaming out as he finished, spreading the gluey substance everywhere. Taehyung cried out the name of the person beneath him, legs spread out as he reached his own climax. He thrust just as hard as they rode out their orgasms, if not harder.
Finally, Taehyung pulled off, gasping and panting, clinging onto the same wall Jungkook was heavily leaning against. Jungkook eyed him, breathing just as shallow as he was.
"When are you going to let me top you?"
Taehyung grinned, surprised at his words. "Tonight if you keep dancing like that."
