Taehyung was tired. Physically he was fine, hadn't done much other than sit in class and walk from one to the other, but mentally - he was exhausted. He was taking a very demanding course schedule this semester, and he had done nothing but take intense notes all day, and could only hope that he had actually grasped the content. At this point, he didn't think he could have handled having to learn one more new thing. He stumbled through the door when he got home and kicked his shoes off, dropping his backpack by the door. He did not intend to open any of his notebooks tonight, he needed to do something else to take his mind away from them.
He went through the living room, waving to Hoseok who was on the couch, and passed the kitchen without glancing in. He climbed the stairs and swung by the bathroom, washed his hands when he was finished, and trudged toward his and Jungkook's bedroom. When he opened the door and walked in he suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Jungkook the night before. Because he was lying on his stomach on his bed with no shirt on and a textbook open in front of him. And fuck, he looked good. Taehyung paused in the doorway and Jungkook looked up at him, lips parted and eyes wide.
"Hyung," he breathed.
Taehyung slowly closed and locked the door behind himself. This was exactly what he needed.
"Hey Jungkookie," he murmured, stepping further into the room.
"You look comfy."
"Um. Yeah," Jungkook breathed.
He looked nervous and Taehyung liked that, couldn't wait to touch him. But instead of approaching him he walked over and sat down on his own bed with a sigh, scooting back and leaning against the wall facing Jungkook. He let his eyes slowly slide over the boy's body, his muscular shoulders and the slope of his back to the curve of his ass and his perfect legs. Jungkook was looking at him with that nervousness behind his eyes but Taehyung just relaxed against the wall for a moment, his shoulders slumping and head resting on the hard surface. Jungkook slowly pushed himself up to seated, looking down shyly and then back up at Taehyung, his lower lip caught between his teeth. Taehyung smirked to himself as Jungkook waited and finally he sighed, stretching his arms over his head and groaning slightly before dropping them. He patted his lap.
"Why don't you come over here, baby," he said softly.
Jungkook slid off the bed quickly, hurrying across the room and then crawling nervously onto Taehyung's bed, sitting on his knees and looking shy. Taehyung patted his lap again. "Right here," he murmured and Jungkook slowly moved to straddle his waist, avoiding eye contact as Taehyung smirked, big hands sliding up over Jungkook's thighs. He was wearing soft sweatpants and Taehyung couldn't be happier.
He let his hands wander up Jungkook's thighs to his hips, to his tiny waist, fingers brushing over his skin. He slid his hands up over his bare chest, loving the way the boy shuddered slightly beneath his touch, until he could pull him down for a kiss. But instead of pressing his lips right to Jungkook's as the boy seemed to expect he teased him, pulling back at the last second and letting his mouth hover just out of reach, his big hand snaking up to cup the side of Jungkook's throat instead, thumb brushing over his Adam's apple. Jungkook's eyelids fluttered and he shifted nervously on Taehyung's lap.
Taehyung smiled as Jungkook's hands flitted up to rest on his chest and he tilted his head, wanting that kiss. So Taehyung finally gave in, leaning forward just enough to press their lips together. Jungkook exhaled through his nose, pressing his hands more firmly against Taehyung as he melted into the kiss, quickly losing himself in it. Taehyung loved the way Jungkook felt against him. He was impossibly hard and solid and heavy and yet soft, velvety skin and sweet lips, tiny noises and breathy inhales.
