Summary:
"Why should I let you come, huh?" Taehyung asked, raising his right eyebrow while he circled his nipple with one hand.
Jeongguk sniffled in response.
"You should've thought this before sending me a picture like that, shouldn't you?" His finger moved towards his balls.
The younger nodded and whimpered when the elder gripped his balls.
"Should I just play with your nipples? I'll come on your chest and won't let you come." He smiled devilishly.
SWITCH but Dom Taehyung
Today had been particularly shit for Jeongguk, that's why he has been releasing all the pent up stress of his pending assignments on the punching bag in front of him. Chest heaving with harsh breaths, sweat seeping through his black tank top, he had been on it for an hour.
Being a Friday night, the gym was almost empty. His boyfriend, Taehyung had left him a text saying he's on the way to pick him up. An idea crept through his mind, a shiver of excitement ran through his spine on teasing a certain someone .
So he lifts his top up, grabs his phone and goes towards the mirror beside the treadmill to snap a picture. After choosing the best one, he sends it to Taehyung. His response was immediate.
Jeongguk
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Taehyungie
I'm driving and you're making this quite hard here
Jeongguk
come soon, I'm waiting
Taehyungie
omw baby
but if u keep this up, you're not coming anytime soon
Jeongguk
alright, hyung
He gulped reading his response, he could feel heat creeping through his body. The anticipation made his toes curl. Jeongguk was sitting in the locker room, waiting for the elder, while he scrolled through random blogs.
The sound of opening the door grabbed his attention. He could see a familiar mop of black curls while his boyfriend locked the door. Taehyung turned around swiftly, making Jeongguk breathless.
He was wearing a white buttoned up shirt, sleeves rolled up so that his forearms were visible, paired with loose black slacks which hugged his waist in the right way.
The elder walked towards him at an agonizingly slow pace, as if he could see his effect on Jeongguk. Lips curled in a deadly smirk, he gripped the younger's jaw and straddled his lap.
"You didn't touch yourself, good boy." He praised the younger in his deep baritone voice. Taehyung then looked at his knuckles, probably to see if they needed to be bandaged up.
After seeing that no harm was done, he grasped his bicep. The younger's breath hitched at the action.
Taehyung was good with hands, really good.
Grinning slyly at being satisfied with his reaction, the elder licked a stripe from his neck to the back of his ear. Jeongguk was already sweating, but now he felt as if his skin was on fire, and only Taehyung could bring him relief.
The younger sighed when the elder moved his hands along the shoulders and his back while he placed open mouthed kisses under his jaw. The elder cupped the back of his neck and leaned in, lips so close to each other that he could feel Taehyung's breath on his face.
