▷fuck me like your korean boys
(taehyung + jeongguk)
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“Sit still, Hyung!”
Jeongguk whined for the umpteenth time, though they never really sounded like complaints.
Rather, the requests were riddled with giggles and shy smiles, as well as the adorable tint on his cheeks. The pink on his pale skin was adamant on staying right where it was, and it seemed to be all his model's fault. Although, he was at fault too - Jeongguk was the one who asked for a nude model in the first place.
“I'm sorry, really, but this carpet is tickling me in places I shouldn't be tickled.”
Taehyung smirked, again wiggling around on the furry white carpet beneath him. Jeongguk rolled his eyes at the older, though he still couldn't get rid of the amusement on his face.
Finally, Taehyung sobered up somewhat and laid still in his given pose, head propped up by his hand while lain on his side. His elbow was digging into the hardwood floor despite the cushioning the carpet was to provide, but he held his tongue; the sooner Jeongguk was done was the sooner he'd get to put his clothes back on. God, he could see the wrinkles already. He shook his head briefly, chuckling at the neat-freakish thought he'd had.
“Are you done yet, Gukkie?”
Taehyung whined, though it sounded quite out of place with such a deep voice. The poor boy sat across from him flared even brighter - he could even feel the tips of his ears heating up with his embarrassment. He hoped and prayed Taehyung didn't notice the longer-than-necessary looks he was receiving from the younger, or the rather pronounced bulge in his old, paint-smattered sweats. He ran a lightly shaking hand through his hair then gestured no with his left index.
“Your hair is taking longer to draw than I thought. Why did you decide to make it so curly?”
He giggled, though at this point it was more out of nervousness than it was amusement. Jeongguk wanted nothing more than to leave the stool he was sat on and straddle Taehyung instead, but he held himself in check; he didn't need any complaints going back to his professor about inappropriate behaviour - but, God, was it hard not stare at his body.
Especially his lower half.
Who would have thought he'd be that well-endowed? It was as if Taehyung was sent to do nothing more than torture the poor boy.
Tae shrugged, and felt the corners of his lips twitch yet again. Jeongguk thought, or at least hoped, he was discreet, but it wasn't working for him in the slightest. From the spot he was in, Taehyung could very clearly see the bulge in his sweatpants, the blush on his cheeks and the cold sweat running down the sides of his face.
He wouldn't deny it - Taehyung wanted Jeongguk just as much as he seemed to want his Hyung.
With another discreet smile, he pushed his curly fringe away from his face and sat up a bit. He didn't want to mess with Gukkie's drawing, and it seemed he wasn't from the lack of adorable whining and childish complaints. He ruffled his hair as if trying to rid himself of all thoughts, lest they lead elsewhere and stir up trouble downstairs.
Jeongguk looked up from the easel in front of him and nearly choked - Taehyung was in a seated position, legs crossed Indian-style, and looking out the window on his right. The best part of his position was the fact that his cock stood straight up and leaned against his hunched torso. It seemed he didn't even notice it himself, being so enraptured by whatever it was outside the window. He felt an achy twitch in his boxers and winced, holding back a whine; his need for the older was growing at alarming rates. He released a shaky, quiet sigh and ran his free hand through his hair before flipping the page.
