But Beautiful

part 58

“I’m so nervous,” Jungkook admitted, head resting on Taehyung’s lap while he played with his hair.

“Talk to me about it,” Taehyung replied, fingers combing gently through black locks, nails scratching soothingly at his scalp.

The two of them were on the couch in Jungkook’s apartment, relaxing after having dinner.

“The final of my USMLEs start tomorrow,” he began, closing his eyes and nuzzling his nose against Taehyung’s thigh, “I’m ready for them, I know I am, but I’m also nervous. This means my residency comes to an end, I’ll be board certified, I’ll be a licensed, practicing doctor,” he continued, beginning to breathe a little quicker.

Taehyung shushed him quietly, sweetly, his hand continuing to pet through his hair. “Breathe, Jungkookie,” he said, leaning down to kiss his head, “you’re already there. You’re at the finish line for a race you’ve been running for most of your life. Since high school, right?” He continued when Jungkook nodded, “and you’ve already been the best doctor ever, and you haven’t even had your license and certification. Think about that.”

“Thank you, my love,” Jungkook let out, his breathing having evened out as Taehyung talked to him. He turned around on the couch, facing Taehyung now as he let the man play with his hair. “You really know how to calm my anxiety, thank you.” He leaned forward a bit, nuzzling his nose against Taehyung’s crotch, taking in the warmth between his legs and the smell of clean clothes coming off of his pajama pants. Taehyung’s fingers faltered for just a moment, but long enough for Jungkook to catch, and he suddenly had an idea. I think I’ll take my mind off of my nerves if I’m able to put it to something else, he thought, licking his lips at the idea. Something much nicer.

“What are you thinking about?” Taehyung asked, watching Jungkook’s expression change from one thing to another.

“Honestly? Going down on you,” Jungkook replied with a cheeky grin, looking up at Taehyung. “What do you think?”

The other laughed, leaning his head back against the couch with an exaggerated sigh. “I guess if you really want to I won’t tell you not to,” he teased, fingers stopping their lazy brushing to grip Jungkook’s hair at the roots.

Jungkook felt his blood begin running hotter, rushing lower as his hair was gripped. He stared up, the column of Taehyung’s neck exposed prettily, the shirt hanging loosely on his frame showing off his delicate clavicle. “I want to,” he confirmed a moment later, shifting a little on the couch so he could lower Taehyung’s pajama pants, taking out his dick and balls from the confines. He leaned forward, mouthing over the man’s slowly hardening member, humming at the warmth against his lips, the softness of his skin, the smell of his body. He lazily kissed over it, looking up at Taehyung as he was looked down at, hand still buried in his hair. His cheek was still squished against Taehyung’s thigh, his head resting there as his tongue snaked out to tease the head of the rising erection in front of him.

“Ah… Jungkookie,” Taehyung breathed quietly, watching him with a tenderness in his expression, hand slipping from his hair to cup his jaw. He rubbed his thumb over the cut of Jungkook’s jaw, the feeling making heat simmer lower in Jungkook’s belly. “Feels nice.”

With a satisfied hum, Jungkook continued to lick at the head, swirling his tongue around it in slow drags before pouting up at his lover. “I can’t reach it.”

Taehyung stared down at him for a moment, unreadable expression on his face before he sighed. “Oh, you big baby,” he said in endearment, grasping onto his cock and pushing it against Jungkook’s lips, “open up, then.” As soon as Jungkook got what he wanted, he grinned wide, eyes sparkling before he opened his mouth, moaning low and quiet as Taehyung fed him his cock. With a moan, Taehyung’s fingers returned to Jungkook’s hair, petting through it as he started bobbing his head slowly.