Taehyung was excited to cuddle the hell out of his boyfriend after the fashion show.
He wasn't expecting to find Jeongguk writhing on his silk sheets, with the chant of his name on his lips, and Taehyung's picture on his phone.
"Hyung, need you."
The elder's throat went dry at the sight. Jeongguk's chest heaving with harsh breaths, his white shirt half unbuttoned slipping from his shoulders. His auburn hair spreading on the pillow and his eyes shining with unshed tears.
He had one finger teasing his rim, his legs were spread out, giving Taehyung the most desired view.
Jeongguk had kept the phone aside and raised himself on his arms to sit against the headboard, he was looking at him with a sultry gaze.
Taehyung took off his jacket and threw it aside, walking towards him. He plopped on the edge of the bed and bent down to remove his shoes.
He was hyper aware of the younger's eyes following each of his movements.
The elder turned to stare at him, his gaze traveling from his messed up hair, to his flushed chest and finally to his hard cock, precome leaking from the tip and his puckering hole.
He had not even touched Jeongguk yet his boyfriend was pinned through his gaze, unable to move.
Taehyung crawls towards the younger and lets his fingers grip his ankles, he hears his breath hitch and smirks.
Pulling his boyfriend towards him through his ankles, he hears a gasp from him.
"You can't even wait for me before starting the fun?" He whispers, nosing at his cheek.
"I s-saw the pictures and you were looking so hot, I couldn't w-wait." The younger murmurs, not remorseful, at all.
Taehyung chuckles, lowly, "Oh? You were looking at my picture?"
He pretends to be oblivious, because it would be better when his boyfriend admits it, with a heated face.
Jeongguk fists his black shirt and looks at anywhere but his boyfriend.
He mumbles something under his breath, so the elder flicks his chin, "Louder, sweetheart."
"Y-Yes." The younger says, voice hardly above a whisper but audible in the room.
Taehyung hums and leans forward as if he's going to kiss him, luring Jeongguk in, so that he inches closer too.
But when their lips are centimeters apart, he seizes Jeongguk's shoulders, who's trying to eliminate the space between them.
He tsks, disappointingly, "You've had your fun, I'll have mine now."
Taehyung gently pushes him on the bed, hovering over his frame, he spreads his legs to sit in between them.
He grazes the inside of his thighs with his fingertips, teasingly.
The breathy moan that escapes his lips is enough for his own cock to stir in his leather pants.
The elder leans forward and dips his head on his buttons, letting his teeth undo them. While his mouth works on unbuttoning the shirt, his hands leave featherlight touches on the inside of his knees, his hips and his thighs, going close to his entrance, but not directly touching it.
He lets his teeth scrape the skin around his abs, sometimes letting them linger, because he absolutely loves the sounds his boyfriend makes.
When he's done, he exposes his abdomen by peeling off the shirt. Jeongguk looks at him with pleading eyes, the request clear in his orbs.
