Hustlers || Taekook

Chapter 7

The moment Jungkook stepped into the apartment he was spun around and pressed bodily against the shut door and Taehyung was there, lips pressed onto his, hands roaming Jungkook's body, the heat of it bleeding through Jungkook's wholly unnecessary shirt and coaxing Jungkook's skin to come alive. Taehyung's knee was jammed between his legs, forcing them apart, his enticing, mouth-watering scent fucking everywhere, and Jungkook drank it in greedily, lightheaded from it but nowhere near sated. The doorknob was unfortunately rectangle and therefore it came with unreasonable edges that dug painfully into Jungkook's back, but how could he possibly focus on that when Taehyung's hot, wet tongue pushed past Jungkook's lips, claiming his mouth with ease. Jungkook was more than a little dazed, head buzzing, scattered from arousal, the only thought filling his mind was the feeling of Taehyung's body against his, the feeling of Taehyung's smooth skin under his fingertips as he slipped his hands round to the exposed small of Taehyung's back, the blazer having disappeared at some point or another.

Taehyung grabbed both his wrists and yanked them up, pinning them to the door, on either side of Jungkook's head, and although his breath hitched, dick jumping in interest as blood rushed down south, Jungkook sobered enough from the slightly unexpected action to register the blatant assertion of dominance. Now, even though Jungkook was no stranger to sex, this - he hadn't experienced before. He felt fire rise inside him, burning and insistent, his lips curving into a grin, taking it on as a challenge. Just what was Taehyung thinking? Jungkook wrenched his wrists free from Taehyung's grasp, quickly gripping Taehyung's narrow hips, pushing him off and shoving him against the wall, reversing their positions in one smooth, easy move. Not to be mean, but Jungkook did have a lot more muscle than Taehyung, he'd observed (and recently - felt). Taehyung's body bounced a little off the wall from the impact, but even as Jungkook had him pinned there, Taehyung didn't seem very fazed, sharp grin across his attractive face, eyes half lidded, but bright, piercingly so. He stared at Jungkook with that alluring stare, tilting his head up a little. Whether intentional or not, the action bared a bit more of Taehyung's neck, and Jungkook got momentarily distracted by the movement of the tendons moving beneath the skin that practically called out for Jungkook to kiss and bite. Taehyung laughed a little, low and breathy. The sound went straight to Jungkook's dick, as he could imagine every sound Taehyung made from here on out would.

"Hm?" Taehyung hummed with the tone of a question, eyes glinting in what seemed like condescence and amusement alongside the overwhelming pools of lust, casually yanking Jungkook's shirt off as he pulled back a little. Taehyung's eyes practically glazed over as they widened, taking in Jungkook's body and Jungkook internally wept tears of joy, thanking his past self for hitting the gym, just for this moment. Taehyung's wandering, explorative fingers found their back onto Jungkook's chest, running over his skin like a compulsion, and Jungkook just took a moment to bask in pride at procuring such an expression from Taehyung's handsome face, just by the sight of his bare chest.

Taehyung ripped his own shirt off without a trace of hesitation and his fingers snaked around to Jungkook's back, tugging him forward and pressing their bodies flush against each other. Jungkook couldn't stop the groan tumbling out of his lips at the feeling of Taehyung's skin against his. He grabbed Taehyung's face and sunk his teeth into Taehyung's soft lower lip, slipping his tongue inside the hot, wet, soft cavern of Taehyung's mouth as Taehyung gasped, the tiny sound driving Jungkook insane. He pressed down against Taehyung's body harder, a shiver snaking down his spine as Taehyung just barely audibly whimpered into his mouth. Holy shit.

Then Jungkook felt Taehyung smile against his lips as hands gripped his shoulders and turned him around, pressing him against the cool wall, swapping their positions again before Jungkook could brace himself. Taehyung exhaled, warm air fanning over Jungkook's cheeks as he leaned in, flirty smile wide, dark eyes shining with amusement, somehow caging Jungkook in even though they were about the same height. Jungkook was pretty sure he was taller. Taehyung moved his hips in a sudden, sinful roll, erasing any coherent thought from Jungkook's mind, making him throw his head back against the wall with a thunk, mouth dropping open as pleasure spiked through his body. Not that he hadn't noticed it yet, but Taehyung was rock hard, dick straining against his jeans and pressing against Jungkook, insistent and heavy.