WRONG PHONE NUMBER ! TK

flesh over material

and i'll clap your cheeks even if it's the death of me. life is overrated anyways.

as soon as taehyung joins the other in the bathroom, his slick lips are smushed against his, cold hands cradling his face as he feels his back against the tiled wall.

his tongue slithering his way into the others mouth, sucking on his lip then getting his wrists held so taehyung flipped them over, the ravenettes back to the wall instead.

his fingers threaded through his hair, pulling it roughly as taehyung kissed him deeper. lips trailing to his ear to bite on his earring then the plushness dragged to neck, sucking on his collarbones.

all while doing this, jeongguk had unzipped and promptly shoved off the others pants and along with his own. the movement of his hips so effortless and sleek, circling so their dicks grinded against each other, hardening in no time.

the elders fingers ebb away from jeongguks nipples to his hips, grabbing them to push their lower bodies even more closer together, radiating off each other's body heat. flushed bodies, pink cheeks.

one thing led to another and jeongguks lithe body is smushed against the shower wall, his leg propped up from behind as he blindly but expertly pumps taehyungs thick cock, shoving it in his hole hungrily.

moans echos of the ceramic tile. as taehyung absolutely obliterates him, hips snapping up. he hisses as he feels him tightening around his length, the water bulleting over them is nothing but ambience to them, sensation not even clicking over the feeling of taehyungs fat cock hammering him open.

he slows down his pace, just circling inside of jeongguk, grinding deep and slow, carving a place for his cock. jeongguks body looks so pretty, water drops jumping off him with each thrust, soft, milky skin so delicious.

"f-fuck!" jeongguk mewls, face red, chest flush against the shower wall. fingers curling against the flat surface, trying to ground himself but to no avail.

until taehyung grabs both of the younger's wrists, puts them together above his head against the wall and slaps the fat of his ass with his free hand. grips his gorgeous hips and begins to hammer into him, more brutal thrusts to make jeongguk go slack-jawed, whoreish whines and moans slipping past those candy lips.

"look at you, huh? you'll always go dumb for my cock..." taehyung dotes, voice thick and heavy, reaching over to pump jeongguks red cock. punched out moans ricochet off the walls then cut off by a cry. "taaaeee~!" he wails, body stuttering as he cums all over himself.

taehyung pulls out just before he could tighten around him, turns jeongguk around to face him. he kneels in front of the others crotch and sticks out his tongue and waits for him to blow his load on his face. which he does and gladly laps up.

the elder washes his babys face under the shower head and they make out with each other like they were deprived of each other for 20 years.

they actually start doing what being in the shower means, washing up with loads of bubbles and chill on the bed for a while.

there's something about being cuddled up against taehyungs chest that's so comforting to jeongguk. so grounding. with his tan arms around he feels secure beyond bounds. cozy. and he can feel his heart swell. this is all he wanted. security. comfort. his nail lightly scratching his scalp in soothing motions, fingers playing with the strands of his inky hair, twirling, pushing back. crooning at the touch, he can almost feel himself just... slip away into slumber. if he was a cat, he could purr right now.

there was a rap of knuckles against the door, so loud and annoying, tearing jeongguk out of his precious comfort. he swung up, ready to fight whoever it was. he puts on his oversized hoodie (he was practically swimming in it) and stomps to the door. he opens it and arms swing around his neck. yoongi. the younger lets him squish him but is still bitter about being interrupted.

"i'm gonna take you out!" jeongguk grins although it doesn't reach his eyes, his face on the others shoulder and his throat being squashed by his clavicle.

"great! it's a date!" the honey blonded chirps, and sways him around.

"I meant that as a threat."

"see you at five!"

jeongguk detaches himself with a very animated shrug. "yoongi..."

yoongi eyes widened and gasps, taking the others arm and drags him to the sofa, where he lays his hand on top of the ravenettes. "oh no, 'yoongi' in b-flat. you're disappointed. what's happened?"

he pushes his hands away and clicks his tongue. "care to explain why you're here? I have my future man in that room and you've interrupted my cuddle sesh! plus, my ass hurts." jeongguk whisper yells and points furiously at his bedroom door. only then does he notice the huge blush peppering his face.

"shut up and listen! I met this hot dude and he was gonna wine and dine me and then another thing lead to another, and now it's a double date! so you can bring lover boy with you and hit it off some more! i'm the best wingman ever right?! whadya' say?" he bubbles, his words stumble out excitedly, like he's won the jackpot. frantically shaking jeongguks shoulders.

"uh, yes?! it'd be so cute, thank you, thank you! what day?" his bestfriend mirrors him, giving him the exact same energy back. huge grin on his face. eyes sparkling in excitement. this would be so perfect to advance his own relationship with the man in the other room, even if they did already overcome a huge milestone today.

"thursday night!"

"i'll ask tae whether he wants to."

"oh, he literally swoons over you! he'll definitely say yes."

jeongguk rolls his eyes and bites back the grin that forms on his lips, and the two gossip about each other's love lifes before yoongi has to get back to his apartment. he waves him off and keenly gets back inside to delve into comfort once again. opening the door, hes met with a sleeping taehyung, wistful snores falling out of his lips, facial features completely lax, his arms cuddling around a pillow.

jeongguk cant have that, can he? said boy tiptoes over and skilfully removes the extra pillow, punching it to the other side of the room, and replaces it with his dreamy self, arms immediately enveloping his slender waist, pulling him closer. hearing a low tired hum vibrating against his earlobe, jeongguk traces little circles on his arm, eyes slowly falling shut, falling on top the covers but they didn't care. they had each other to warm themselves. flesh over material. simple as.

(27.2.2022 11:37pm)