Really, Baby (I Will Be Just Fine)

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The question catches him completely off-guard, not that he was expecting much, which is exactly why his mind reels for a few seconds. Hoseok almost asks Taehyung to repeat himself had he potentially heard him wrong, but the sudden darkness that seems to cloud Taehyung’s eyes tells him otherwise, that there’s no other question in the world he meant to ask but this one.

“Um,” Hoseok coughs, chewing down pieces of the cone in his mouth. “A few times, yeah. To be completely honest, I’ve probably received more than I’ve given.”

“Hm,” is all Taehyung replies, but when Hoseok turns to look at him, Taehyung is staring at him with a look he does not understand. It’s only now that Hoseok realizes exactly why he’d been avoiding eye contact with Taehyung this entire time. The way Taehyung is licking his ice cream with slow, deliberate movements makes it hard to look away and does things to his increasingly racing pulse, to the tingles that head south. Taehyung doesn’t tear his gaze away, not for a second, keeping his eyes locked on his. Hoseok swallows down the lump in his throat.

But Hoseok is a sucker for pretty mouths, so he sits back and enjoys the show.

Taehyung smooths his tongue over the top of the ice cream, flattening his tongue over the creamy surface and exhales a light laugh, the sound coming out breathy as he smiles open-mouthed. “Mm, this is so good,” he moans quietly, repeating the movement.

Taehyung curls the tip of his tongue along the side, swiping some of the melted ice cream at the edges and coating his tongue white with vanilla. He swallows the melted flavor and peeks his tongue back out to trace along his upper lip wetly before trailing along the bottom, biting at the flesh and smirking ever so slightly at Hoseok with red lips.

And it’s a little weird, he’ll admit, standing face to face with Taehyung as he ate his ice cream like he probably did in bed, but Hoseok feels heat throughout his body knowing Taehyung is doing this for him, his own private show, and he briefly wonders if the whole experience would be better had Taehyung been holding a dildo in his hands instead. He almost laughs at how ridiculous it would be, but then his mind decides to replace the thought of a dildo between Taehyung’s hands with himself instead, and suddenly everything rushes south.

It’s when Taehyung leans in for another lick, eyes half lidded with lust and something else that Hoseok doesn’t think he can just stand and watch with his arm at his side anymore. He knows he shouldn’t, that he should stop now, but the urge to have a taste of Taehyung’s mouth on his own is all he can think about. Not the pool, not the gym, not Seokjin, but Taehyung and his beautiful hands and lips.

Hoseok reaches out to grab Taehyung by the wrist, wrapping fingers around gently and tugging him forward a little, dropping what’s left of his cone to the floor, forgotten. It falls to his feet and crumbles to pieces the same way his mind does when their eyes meet.

Hoseok scans the area quickly to make sure there’s no one around before leaning in close and swiping his tongue along Taehyung’s ice cream, watching him with each movement to understand what made him shake. The way their tongues slide together over the icy surface, cold yet hot all at once, brings a sigh to his lips he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Their tongues tangle over each other when they both lick to the top, fighting for dominance as ice cream starts dribbling down the side of Taehyung’s mouth. Hoseok tilts his chin up every so often to capture Taehyung’s lips against his own, and he relishes in the feeling of their lips meeting for the first, second, third time. He’d imagined to be much simpler, but it’s sloppy and heated, and Taehyung has some vanilla ice cream on his chin that Hoseok cleans off with breathy kisses.

Hoseok thinks Taehyung’s mouth tastes delicious, and it’s not because the ice cream. It’s a little perfect, Hoseok thinks, that reality just faded into the background when he was with Taehyung, like the city in empty apartments, the rush of life passing through open windows even at two in the morning.