𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 | 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 (𝓜)

your body on mine || XXIV.

Ao3 credit: bangtanbananas

summary: Having to deal with a rut is already an experience for Jeongguk.

But having to deal with Taehyung's rut is something entirely different.

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Jeongguk is out of breath when he reaches the apartment complex.

He had run all the way from the other side of campus after his last class of the afternoon finished. Taehyung is damn lucky that today is one of Jeongguk's early days and he can be home after noon. As soon as Taehyung texted him, towards the end of class, Jeongguk was already packing his things, preparing for the almost ten minute run back to their apartment off campus.

It's here, was what Taehyung texted Jeongguk, and the last thing Jeongguk wants to be doing right now when he's out of breath is getting his brains fucked out because his boyfriend is in rut.

Jeongguk's rut occurred only two weeks ago but he shouldn't be surprised that they've almost synced up again. As if dating an alpha wasn't already enough trouble, what with the stigma surrounding their alpha-alpha relationship and all.

Fuck. Whatever. Not their fault they were dating before they both presented as alphas.

The keys rattle in the door as Jeongguk twists it open and squeezes inside. Taehyung's pheromones are alreading raging, stinking up the whole apartment, and Jeongguk slams the door shut with a wrinkled nose. He'll probably never get used to that scent, not when it punches him in the face like this.

"Jesus," he swears, throwing his backpack and apartment keys to the side, striding down the hallway that leads to their bedroom. The door is ajar about halfway, and Jeongguk's pupils dilate as he catches sight of tan skin and long legs, the scent of rut pouring from the bedroom. Taehyung doesn't even bother to look up from jerking off when Jeongguk shoves himself through the door, kicking it shut behind him. He pants, still winded.

"You couldn't have waited a couple more minutes?"

When Taehyung looks at him, there's flecks of gold in his eyes. He's glowing in the thin sheen of sweat that always covers his body during a rut, when his body temperature sky rockets. "You were— mmm— taking too long."

"Impatient ass," Jeongguk grunts, fumbling for the bottom of his sweatshirt. He peels it off in one fell swoop and drops it to the floor, his dark hair fluffed up. "I waited for you when I was on rut. You've already got your dick out."

"Yea?" Taehyung grins, a flush high on his cheekbones. "Easier access, right? You know you want this."

Leave it to Taehyung to be able to carry on conversational banter with his rock hard dick in his hand. He grips himself at the base as Jeongguk huffs at him, wiggles his hips enticingly.

"Don't be so confident," Jeongguk sniffs, toeing off his shoes and approaching the bed. Taehyung is all sprawled out on the white sheets, tan skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat, reflecting the light from the sun that peeks through the curtains. Precum stains Taehyung's long fingers.

"What's first?"

"I want your mouth," Taehyung's voice slips a little lower, almost a growl as he fists his cock. The tip of his pink tongue flicks out over his bottom lip, watching Jeongguk crawl onto the foot of the bed.

Jeongguk stops short, rests his palms on Taehyung's knees. His boyfriend stares up at him through gold-flecked, half-lidded eyes.

"Want me to blow you?"