TAEKOOK | HOPE

• 27 etiquette

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He tries not to nod too eagerly, casually disregarding the fact that they're completely out in the open and theoretically any of the members could walk out and catch them at any moment. Seems like a risk worth taking, in his opinion. Taehyung's mouth gives a small twitch upward, and he sinks down, lips closing around the head of Jeongguk's cock.

He sucks lightly, tongue teasing at the tip, and Jeongguk is already so sensitive, body trembling as he fights the urge to thrust up into Taehyung's mouth. Not that Taehyung would even mind, probably, but it seems like poor first-blow-job-in-six-years etiquette.

Jeongguk's hands find purchase on the stone of the patio, head lolling back as he loses himself just a little in the bliss of Taehyung's mouth. He gets an eyeful of the stars in the sky until he realizes he'd rather be looking at Taehyung and redirects his attention downwards, choking back a moan as he takes in the way Taehyung's lips stretch around his length. He used to joke that Taehyung had a mouth made for sucking cock, but suddenly it doesn't feel all that funny anymore.

"Fuck, Tae," he gasps. Taehyung gives a particularly hard suck at the sound of his own name, eyelids fluttering shut, and Jeongguk nearly dies. "I - fuck, I missed your mouth."

"Missed your cock," Taehyung pulls off briefly to say, but he's swallowing him back down before Jeongguk can even whimper in protest, fingers scratching lightly up the backs of Jeongguk's calves.

Jeongguk really, truly can't believe his fucking luck. Never in a million years would he have guessed, even dared to hope, that this trip would end up this way - that he'd be sitting on the edge of a pool in the middle of the night with his cock down the throat of the man who is both his ex and also likely the love of his fucking life. That he'd be reminded, firsthand, of the way it feels when Taehyung's throat contracts around his dick, the way his tongue folds to accommodate the shape of him. It's dizzying, and Jeongguk's probably a fucking pussy for getting so emotional about a blow job, but fuck, no one's ever made him feel quite like this.

Taehyung's thumbs dig into his hip bones, long fingers splaying out across Jeongguk's waist, cool and rubbery from the water. In contrast, his mouth is wet and warm, and Jeongguk has long since lost track of the noises he's making, mostly likely a garbled, desperate mess. Instead, he's focused on petting Taehyung's hair, marveling at the expanse of his forehead and the general perfection of his facial structure.

He comes down Taehyung's throat far sooner than he would care to admit, mumbling out a rushed "Tae, wait," as the tension in his body peaks and then unravels. Taehyung takes it like the fucking god of sucking dick he is and then proceeds to pepper kisses over Jeongguk's hips and thighs while Jeongguk slowly returns to full consciousness. When he does, he immediately slips into the pool next to Taehyung, grabbing his face and kissing him until his lungs are screaming for oxygen.

"You're so - Jesus," he breathes, pressing kiss after kiss to Taehyung's cool lips. His hands are framing his face, and he's pleased to find Taehyung giddy and faintly dazed, kissing him back eagerly.

They slip off the ledge and Jeongguk cages him against the pool wall, their legs free floating and tangled beneath them. Taehyung's hands slide up his back, clutching at his shoulder blades, and Jeongguk dives for his neck, teeth scraping along the smooth, damp skin. There's so much to rediscover, so many favorite parts of Taehyung that he can barely decide where to start. He feels like some kind of addict, his whole body electrified and thrumming from getting a taste of this again.

He prays to god it's more than just a taste.

Taehyung's legs drift up to wrap around his waist, and that's when Jeongguk fully realizes how hard he is, erection pressing against his stomach through the soggy fabric of his shorts. He feels a jolt of arousal at that, his own cock twitching in interest at the knowledge that he can still draw this kind of reaction from Taehyung.

"Oh god," Taehyung breathes, and Jeongguk presses closer, rolling his hips forward, determined to make this just as good for Taehyung as it is for him. Taehyung trembles against him, arms locking around Jeongguk's neck and pulling him in tight.

"You're shivering," Jeongguk observes, words mumbled against Taehyung's mouth.

"That's what happens when you touch me," Taehyung murmurs back, and Jeongguk's heart grows about three sizes on the spot.

"Also when you're too cold," he chides gently, using the hand that's not clutching the side of the pool to rub up and down Taehyung's back. "Let's get out, let's go - "

"Your room," Taehyung says a little breathlessly. Jeongguk feels like the wind has just been knocked out of him, repeatedly. "Can we go to your room?"

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