TAEKOOK | HOPE

• 9 tease

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Jeongguk hums in acknowledgment but doesn't do much to humor him, instead opting to squeeze his waist and continue toying with his nipple. He loves the feeling of Taehyung's body under his palms - smooth skin, lean muscle, not scrawny but thin enough for Jeongguk to throw around, just a little bit, if they're in the mood. If he moves his hand high enough, he can feel the thrum of his heart, beating a hint faster than usual under Jeongguk's attention.

Sometimes Jeongguk feels so connected to him that it doesn't seem possible.

Taehyung squirms some more, and it's getting increasingly difficult for Jeongguk to keep his own cool with his dick stiffening against Taehyung's ass. The blanket shifts over them, tenting a little in the region of Taehyung's crotch, and Jeongguk realizes with a start that Taehyung is palming at his own cock. He growls lowly, nipping at Taehyung's neck as he grabs the offending hand and pulls it back to his thigh. A whimper dies in Taehyung's throat, and he presses back harder against Jeongguk, body tense.

"Don't be mean," he whispers, even though they both know full well he fucking loves it when Jeongguk is mean.

Jeongguk relents just a little anyway, hooking their fingers together atop his leg and trailing his other hand down Taehyung's torso, stopping at the bunched waistband of his sweats. The skin here is always so sensitive, and Taehyung shivers, body twisting as his fingers clench around Jeongguk's. Jeongguk reaches lower, palming haphazardly over Taehyung's erection, deliberately sloppy but still enough to make his hips jerk forward. He has to suppress his own moan then, something so sexy about Taehyung hard in his sweats, hard in the middle of their living room with the other members all around them.

"Tease," Taehyung grumbles when Jeongguk pulls his hand back to dip under the waistband of his boxers, massaging a hipbone. He laughs, but it quickly dissolves into a muted groan when Taehyung rolls his ass back, rubbing deliberately against Jeongguk's crotch.

"You too," he hisses.

Before Taehyung can respond, Jeongguk slides his hand all the way into his boxers, wrapping it firmly around his cock. Taehyung makes a choked-off noise, fighting to stay quiet as he grips at Jeongguk's leg, fingers digging in hard. Jeongguk has always loved it when he gets loud, but something about listening to him struggle to contain his response is almost even hotter.

"Ah," Taehyung breathes, hips canting forward as Jeongguk thumbs over the head of his cock, pre-cum already gathering at the slit. He uses it to slick up his palm, gliding down Taehyung's shaft and giving him a few firm pumps. "Fuck."

Taehyung's cock is hot and heavy in is hand, and Jeongguk wishes he could see him right now, wishes he had him stretched out in bed, dick flushed and leaking on his stomach. The image makes his own cock twitch, straining more insistently against the fabric of his sweats. Taehyung lets out a soft whimper and reaches behind himself, the heel of his palm pressing against Jeongguk's clothed erection where it's caught between their bodies.

Jeongguk exhales sharply, hips bucking into Taehyung's touch as he continues to stroke him off, twisting his wrist the best he can from this angle. His free hand drifts back up to one of Taehyung's nipples, the fabric of his shirt catching around his wrist as he pinches the bud playfully. Taehyung's thin frame trembles in his arms, and he whines, turning his head to mouth hotly over the side of Jeongguk's neck.

"Shh," Jeongguk warns, even though he's the one with his hand down Taehyung's pants, rolling his balls between his fingers. "Gonna get caught."

Taehyung whimpers even harder at this, raising a fist and shoving his knuckles into his mouth to stifle the sound. Jeongguk has to bite back his own groan, because he knows Taehyung is getting off on the prospect of being heard, of being caught in such a vulnerable, compromising position. He's always known Taehyung was a bit of an exhibitionist, doesn't take a genius to figure that out, but there's still something so thrilling about tapping into one of his kinks and watching him unravel.

Taehyung's entire body feels tense against Jeongguk's chest, muscles pulled taut, hips jerking forward with each flick of his wrist. In the washed-out light from the TV screen, Jeongguk can see his profile, full bottom lip caught between his teeth, eyes squeezed shut with desperation. So fucking beautiful, always. And Jeongguk, always a sucker for him, picks up the pace of his strokes, collecting more pre-come from the tip of Taehyung's cock to make the glide smoother.

"Nghh," Taehyung gasps, fingers digging uncomfortably tight into Jeongguk's knee (not that Jeongguk notices or cares). His spine curves forward, cock pulsing in Jeongguk's palm, and with a soft sigh he comes hot and wet across Jeongguk's hand and his own stomach.

They both still, the reality of what they'd just done settling in as other sounds filter back into their senses - the action in the movie, the hum of the air conditioning, Namjoon snoring across the room. Blessedly, it seems like the other members are still asleep, but that doesn't change that fact that they're there, feet away while Jeongguk's sitting here with a raging hard-on and Taehyung's cock softening in his hand. Not to mention the cum that's currently drying on Taehyung's stomach and the blanket that they are now most certainly going to have to wash.

"Bathroom," Taehyung hisses, gingerly extricating himself from Jeongguk's lap. He leans down, clapping a hand over Jeongguk's mouth at the same time he grinds the heel of his palm into Jeongguk's crotch. Jeongguk jerks - he's so fucking hard. "Five minutes."

He doesn't last five minutes. Barely lasts three, even, but he does wait to make sure that no one stirs or reacts to Taehyung's exit before getting up and quite literally bolting to the bathroom. Taehyung is opening the door and pulling him inside before he even finishes knocking. He's shirtless, presumably from washing himself up, tan and glorious and soft-looking in nothing but his sweats. If Jeongguk weren't sporting an increasingly painful boner he would want to snuggle the fuck out of him right now.

Maybe later.

"That was not five minutes," Taehyung chides, laughing a little, but he's already on his knees, pulling Jeongguk's cock out and sucking him down without preamble.

The back of Jeongguk's head hits the bathroom door, his body sagging, and he loses himself completely.

When the movie ends, they're situated back in the same armchair, Taehyung curled against Jeongguk's side, blanket discreetly disposed of. Hoseok blinks awake as the credits roll, and the others follow suit as he shuts off the TV and turns on the lights. They fumble around half-awake, mumbling goodnights to each other as they head off to their respective rooms. Taehyung catches Jeongguk's hand and squeezes it before following Namjoon down the hallway.

Jeongguk tries to let that be enough, tries not to let the ache in his chest as he watches Taehyung's retreating back keep him awake that night.

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