Effect

㉘You're Not?

 
"What happened with Jimin?"

Taehyung's velvety voice shattered the silence enveloping them and pulled him out of his thoughts. "Just a stupid fight."

"You don't wanna talk about it?"

"He just got mad because he saw me talk with Namjoon and I didn't tell him what we said. He said friends don't have secrets."

"I see," Taehyung answered under his breath. He glimpsed at him and returned his focus to driving. "Are you still mad at me?"

The younger turned his head slowly and laid his eyes on him. "I'm not mad, Tae."

"Then what's wrong? You don't seem... okay with me."

Jeongguk leaned a little closer and placed his hand on his nape. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm not in a good mood." He presented a weak smile as he caressed his nape.

"What can I do to make you feel better?"

Jeongguk hummed sweetly as his hand smoothed down his shoulder, his ribs and waist, and skimmed over his thigh with satisfying pressure. "You can fuck me."

Taehyung jerked his head to the side, throughout taken aback. "Are you serious?"

Jeongguk shifted his hand to his crotch and squeezed it, making him hiss. "You don't want to?" he breathed out, rubbing his growing length over his jeans.

"Jeongguk, I'm driving."

"But I need you." His hands worked on his jeans to undo the buttons so he could slip one hand inside, but Taehyung grasped his wrist.

"Don't you have to meet Namjoon, anyway? Why make me hard and then leave me like this?"

"I'll meet him in two hours. Let me suck you off now."

"Not in here," he said strictly, tightening his grip when Jeongguk tried to free his hand. "We're like two minutes away."

Jeongguk groaned but waited silently until they arrived. Their wild imagination and anticipation of what was coming kept both hard, and as they entered the younger's house, they threw their bags in haste and connected their mouths with a harsh clash. A harmony of unholy sounds and rapid breaths surrounded them as Taehyung picked him up and walk towards his bedroom.

Demanding hands flung off every piece of clothing of each other, and Taehyung pinned him to the bed, devouring his lips. Their tongues glided together and both broke in moans of pleasure as they rolled their hips.

"Such a needy boy," Taehyung rasped as he peppered open-mouth kisses on his jawline, moving to his earlobe.

"Please, Taehyung."

"Already begging, huh?" A pleased smirk tugged at his lips, and he dove to suck kisses on his neck. The peppery action had Jeongguk whimpering and his cock leaking more precum.

Taehyung withdrew to grab the lube and returned in no time, but Jeongguk wasn't lying in the bed anymore; he was sitting on the edge, and when Taehyung approached him, he grabbed his cock and shoved it in his mouth at once.

"Shit, fuck!" Taehyung groaned at the warm, ecstatic feeling. He pulled on his hair harshly as the other bobbed his head at a fast pace, drool trickling down his chin.

Jeongguk riveted his hands on his hips and sent the tip down his throat with each plunge, already feeling sore with a burning sensation, but he couldn't care less. That was what he wanted. For his mouth to be ravished by the older's cock.

Taehyung panted out his moans, his legs slightly shaking. Feeling that he was somewhat close, he slid his cock out of his mouth and heaved him to his feet. He spun him around and bent him over with a fierce shove, his head pressing against the bed.