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They get off the stage and Taehyung’s skin feels like there’s a current running underneath it. He’s hard and later he’ll worry a little more about whether people noticed or not, but right now he can’t bring himself to care. He’s on fire and he needs-
His eyes flit between the members. Who does he need? He’s burning up with adrenaline, he feels rough, animalistic-
And then Seokjin is right there, walking by his side with a glance in his direction, eyes moving down when he notices Taehyung looking back. Taehyung licks his lips, watching the flush on his hyung’s neck.
They can’t head home yet, there are still several more categories left, but they can take a few moments. They just performed like the whole stage was on fire; no one will bat an eye if they don’t come back out immediately.
Seokjin seems to come to the same conclusion, heading towards the bathrooms. Taehyung follows him, skin buzzing. He can feel Namjoon’s eyes on them and he glances over, trying to convey “it’s okay, we’ll be careful,” but only managing a horny lift of his eyebrows. It’s okay, Namjoon knows them, and it’s not like this has never happened before.
When Taehyung walks into the bathroom, Seokjin meets his eyes through the mirror.
“It’s empty,” he says, and his voice is the kind of quiet it only gets in private, and Taehyung knows him, knows exactly what it means when his hyung gets like this. It means Seokjin needs a little manhandling but he doesn’t want to admit it to himself or to anyone else; it means he wants Taehyung to take the choice out of his hands. Taehyung is more than happy to do that, more than happy to give his hyung what he craves.
He spots a cleaning in progress sign in the corner of the bathroom, hastily moves it outside and locks the door.
Seokjin has turned around and he’s leaning against the sinks, watching Taehyung through heavy lidded eyes. There’s just enough challenge in the set of his mouth that the adrenaline surges up again in Taehyung, thrumming through his veins. He takes a few long strides, hand coming to curl around Seokjin’s neck, thumb pressing just so on his pulse point. Seokjin’s breath hitches and his hips jerk towards Taehyung’s, who claims his shuddery breath in a deep, aggressive kiss.
He wants to take Seokjin apart, tease and keep him at his mercy until he’s crying with how good he’s feeling, but they don’t have the time.
Taehyung pulls back from the kiss, taking in Seokjin’s blown pupils and spit-slicked mouth. “Look at that pretty mouth, hyung,” Taehyung muses out loud, adding just the tiniest bit of pressure on Seokjin’s throat. “You need something in it?” he asks, low and breathy as he brings his other hand up, pressing the pads of his two fingers on Seokjin’s tongue. Seokjin moans, an absolutely filthy sound, and his eyes flutter shut as he sucks Taehyung’s fingers in eagerly, the long digits nearly at the back of his throat. Taehyung’s cock jumps and he groans. “Fuck, hyung, you’re hungry for it, aren’t you? On your knees if you want more.”
There’s a short moment where Seokjin just looks at him, eyes hot like he’s debating whether to say something. Tae looks back, unwavering, pressing his fingers down harder on Seokjin’s tongue, and Seokjin’s expression slackens beautifully. Against him, Taehyung can feel the tension in Seokjin’s body release, and then Seokjin is on his knees and his fingers are unfastening Taehyung’s trousers and pulling out his cock.
Taehyung grips the edge of the sink and Seokjin makes a noise of frustration, moving one of Taehyung’s hands to his head. Taehyung’s fingers curl in his hair and Seokjin nearly purrs in appreciation. “Good,” Seokjin says, and Taehyung can feel his hot breath on his cock. “If I’m going to suck your cock, you might as well make it worth my time and choke me with it.”
Taehyung lets out a sound that he can’t categorize, which tend to be the sounds only Seokjin can pull out of him, and in the unlikeliest of scenarios.
“Better get to it, then,” he says, and tightens his grip on Seokjin’s hair.
Seokjin doesn’t take the time to tease any longer. His hot mouth is greedy and wet and enthusiastic, and when Taehyung’s hips stutter and jerk deeper into his mouth, he brings Taehyung’s other hand to settle around his throat and goes beautifully lax.
Taehyung can’t fully lose himself when Seokjin gets this way but it hardly matters. With the slightest press of his thumb he can fucking feel his cock moving in his hyung’s throat, and it takes no time at all for him to pass the point of no return. Seokjin takes every drop, swallowing around him with a muffled groan, and Taehyung lets himself feel a little floaty.
When he pulls back, Seokjin’s mouth moves with him, trying to follow, and Taehyung feels the heat of the moment morphing into unbearable fondness. “Hyung, come on-” Taehyung urges, feeling gentle as he helps Seokjin up on unsteady feet and holds him close, petting his hair and nuzzling kisses into his neck. “Hyung, you were so good. Such a perfect cocksucker,” he coos.
“You’re the only person in the world who could make that sound sweet,” Seokjin half slurs from where he’s slumped against Taehyung, and Taehyung laughs, feeling so fond.
“There’s my hyung,” he says, nuzzling Seokjin some more. “When you’re ready, tell me how I can make you feel good. I’ll do anything.”
“Mmmm- oh,” Seokjin says, sounding a little embarrassed. “I already…”
Electricity shoots up Taehyung’s spine. “One of these days,” he says, voice a half growl when it comes out, “I’m gathering all seven of us and we’re going to spend a whole day in bed worshipping you the way you deserve.”
Seokjin sways a little and Taehyung holds him closer. He can hear the smile in Seokjin’s voice when he says, “I already feel pretty worshipped, actually. But you could help me clean up. We need to get back before we’re missed.”
Taehyung nods. There are ottomans in the middle of the floor and Taehyung insists Seokjin take a seat on one, while Taehyung tucks himself away and gets Seokjin some tissues.
“That was a great performance,” Taehyung sighs, sitting down next to Seokjin once they’re both clean.
“Thank you, I take my cocksucking very seriously,” Seokjin deadpans and Taehyung laughs, wrapping an arm around him and planting a kiss on his ear. It’s red, which means Seokjin knew very well that’s not what Taehyung was talking about. He loves his hyung so much.
“You know I love you, hyung, right?” Taehyung asks.
“Yah, Kim Taehyung,” Seokjin complains, but he’s smiling. “You always get so sappy after sex.”
Taehyung laughs, standing up to get ready to go. “But I do. Love you.”
Seokjin stands up too, smile softening into a fond one. “I love you too, Taehyung-ah.”
When they get back to their seats, Seokjin starts joking with Yoongi as though they were never gone in the first place and Taehyung molds himself to Jungkook’s side, their maknae’s arm coming around his waist, steady and comforting. “Feel better?” Jungkook murmurs in his ear, with just a hint of teasing. Taehyung nods and grins at him, maybe a little smugly. His life is the best.