Pick Up Lines (Taejoon)

35

"Where were you yesterday? I mean, I know you texted cancelling our plans, but still. It kind of stung."

Currently, Namjoon and Taehyung were once against asked to stay late and finish some very important work. It had become and almost monthly thing – if not twice a monthly thing. Namjoon found himself enjoying it for once, however. He and Taehyung had been chatting lightly about different things as they filled out their work. It had been fun, however until Taehyung had decided to take a break and move over to sit almost right on top of Namjoon.

"I had to stay with Hoseok."

"Since when is he important?" Taehyung scoffed. It was meant to be playful but Namjoon took it the wrong way.

"Why would you say that?" he snapped, standing to his full height, knocking his chair back and glaring at the younger, "He's my best friend! You know, I'm trying so hard to make you both happy and now you're - your hands are distracting me."

Taehyung's dark eyes flicked up, a smirk playing on his lips. That same damn smirk Namjoon saw from day one when the younger had said he'd make him scream. Taehyung had stood up as well, brushing his hands against Namjoon's sides and letting the pads of his fingers trail against the shirt near his stomach before dipping a bit lower to his belt line. Taehyung had been careful about how he had been touching the older but he didn't seem to be taking it as slow as beforehand. Of course, there was only so much patience he had and however much he promised himself to let Namjoon set the pace, he just couldn't resist temptation.

"Are they?" his voice was deep enough and silky enough to send chills down anyone's spine. Namjoon had never heard such a honeyed, smooth tone in all his life.

Taehyung's hands slipped under Namjoon's shirt, his cold fingertips making Namjoon hiss a bit. Taehyung mumbled out a quick apology, not really paying attention to the words leaving his mouth. His eyes were glued on Namjoon's chest, watching the way his hands moved under Namjoon's shirt. He drew small patterns with his pointer finger, biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from doing anything else.

Namjoon seemed to be having a bit of a problem as to figure out where to put his own hands. He eventually settled for lightly gripping Taehyung's shoulders. He was very sensitive on his chest and his breath hitched when he felt Taehyung's fingers brush over his nipples and back down to his belly.

"Does this feel good?" Taehyung's lips were curved into a smile as he continued to move his hands. He was waiting for some of the hesitation to leave Namjoon's expression before continuing and doing anything else. He wanted Namjoon to enjoy himself and trust him and he knew he needed to be slow for that.

When he decided he could go a bit further, Taehyung's hands slipped out from under Namjoon's shirt. He saw the older's look of slight confusion. It made him smile as he ran his hands down over the swell of Namjoon's rear, feeling the soft and slick fabric of his slacks before settling to massage the flesh there. Namjoon squeaked, stepping further into Taehyung's space in surprise.

The younger pulled their hips together and grinded lightly. He saw the hesitation flicker in Namjoon's eyes and he knew it was time to stop. He stepped back, leaving a very flustered Namjoon – pink flushed cheeks and ear tips along with eyes that wouldn't stop looking around, as if they were trying to find something to lock on to besides Taehyung.

"So, are we still on for our date tomorrow?"

Namjoon nodded, still looking awkward but cracked a smile, "This makes three times this week... don't you think Jin will start to get jealous?"

Taehyung scoffed, "Screw Jin. He's taking too long so I'm gonna swoop in and treat you like the prince you are."

Namjoon blushed but accepted Taehyung's hand as they walked out of the room to get dinner together.

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