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Jeongguk steps out his shoes, adding more aggression than necessary just because he’s annoyed and he can. They’re nice shoes, he probably shouldn’t kick them into the wall, but for now he really doesn’t care. There’s a persistent anger simmering low in his belly, has been since they announced the new head of his department at work earlier in the day.
That position should have gone to him.
The hangers rattle when he puts his coat up, the force sending the basket full of gloves and beanies tumbling to the floor from the hat rack, the contents spilling on the carpet and making his eyelid twitch. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, digs blunt nails into the palms of his hands, and turns away. He’ll deal with it later.
When there’s less of a risk of him setting his favorite gloves on fire for pissing him off.
A heavy sigh leaves him as he steps into the living room, looking out over the sparsely furnished space. At least it’s clean. There’s an instrumental song playing on the stereo, the volume turned down low. He recognizes the tune, one of his favorites amongst the many songs in Taehyungs jazz playlist.
Speaking of Taehyung. Jeongguk turns to face the open kitchen area, where his boyfriend can usually be found bent over his laptop on a stool at the breakfast bar. But today there’s no Taehyung smiling at him over his shoulder, welcoming him home. Instead, on the clean and glossy surface of the island, there’s a single glass of red wine waiting for him. Jeongguk knows it’s for him – Taehyung’s never been the casual drinking type. Not a big fan of red wine when it doesn’t come with food, either.
Jeongguk pads through the space, looking around and briefly wondering where his boyfriend’s run off to. When he comes close enough, he notices there’s a small note caught between the bottom of the glass and the polished stone.
Decanted and ready for consumption!
Stepped out to get something, brb~
/Tae
A small smile tugs on his lips, a certain kind of warmth reserved for Taehyung alone blooming in his chest. The elder knew what was going down at work today, knew he’d need his favorite merlot regardless of the result. Taehyung always knows.
Just as he reaches for the glass, pinching the stem between his fingers, the key rattles in the lock of the front door. He turns, leans against the island and listens, eyes locked on the end of the wall behind which the love of his life should appear any second.
There’s a pause, followed by a noise of confusion. “What happened here?”
Right, the basket.
Jeongguk shrugs to himself, still not caring to think about that. He takes a sip of his wine, feeling some of the lingering anger wash away with the rich liquid.
Taehyung steps into the room a moment later, a cardboard box covered in excessive amounts of packaging tape hooked on his arm. The elder catches his eye instantly, watching him carefully and giving him a tentative smile. He’s about to ask, and Jeongguk feels his mood go sour again.
“So?” his boyfriend sets the box on the coffee table as he walks by it, making his way toward the kitchen and Jeongguk. “How did it go?”
Jeongguk knits his eyebrows in a scowl, takes another sip of wine. Taehyung reaches him before he comes to a point where he feels ready to take the words in his mouth, long fingers slipping into his hair like they always seem to do. Jeongguk leans into the touch, trying to will it to make him relax.
“I didn’t get it.” He says finally, curt and bitter and it hurts to say because he shouldn’t be in this position. “They offered Seunghyun the position.”
Taehyung sighs, exhaling through his nose. He doesn’t say anything back, just massages the youngers scalp with the pads of his fingers, looks at him with a soft expression Jeongguk finds a little hard to read. Which usually means, Taehyung isn’t sure what he’s feeling, either.
The silence stretches long, verging on strange and Jeongguk can tell there’s something on his boyfriends’ mind when he darts his eyes away. He doesn’t get the chance to ask, though, Taehyung never one to hide his feelings away.
“Did you even really want it though? The position?”
“I wanted the promotion.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
Jeongguk takes another sip, his glass half empty by now. He twists his head over his shoulder, looking for the bottle and affectively avoiding the question a little further. But, after years together and seeing all of each other’s sides countless of times, Taehyung knows how to detect his stalling tactics in his sleep.
“Hey.” He urges, sliding his hand out of the youngers dark locks and down to curve under his chin. Jeongguk relents under the touch with a soft sigh, facing the elders questioning gaze with a frown. “What made you want the promotion? It’s not the money.”
Jeongguk shakes his head, knowing it’s useless to try and pull any lies.
“It’s not moving out of yours and Jimins office.”
Another shake of the head, he quite enjoys throwing paper planes at his hyung when he’s on the phone with a client.
“It’s not the extra responsibility.”
Definitively not.
“And it’s not the extended hours hunched over a desk.”
He shakes his head, again, and sees something shift in the depth of his boyfriends’ eyes. A little spark goes off in him, suddenly more aware of Taehyungs grip on his chin, the weight of his body pressing him gently into the kitchen island. He darts out his tongue, wetting his lips that just started prickling.
This is a look he knows well. It, and all that comes with it.
“So why did you want it?” the elders voice comes out deeper than before, just a little more rough around the edges. It sends a pleasant tingle down Jeongguks spine.
“Because-“ he begins, trying to decipher the plan taking shape in Taehyungs sharp gaze. “I wanted to win.”
The elders hold on his chin tightens, tilting his head up an inch. He tuts, a displeased arch to his lips.
“Always with the winning, Gukkie-ah.”
Jeongguk nods the best he can against Taehyungs solid grip. Yes, it always comes back to the winning with Jeongguk. Always has. He’s competitive by nature, and through the years it’s earned him many treasures. But it’s also his biggest flaw, the compulsive competitiveness he cannot seem to shake. It has brought on the end to friendships, tension in the workplace. Almost cost him Taehyung, once upon a time when they were fresh in love and still in college.
He thanks whatever gods there are that didn’t happen, and that Taehyung stuck around not only despite his flaws but with a will to help. To be his anchor, to bring him back to earth when he went too far.
What’s happening now is one of the many ways they’ve developed over the years, to do just that.
Taehyung drops his hand, letting it fall to his side. He tilts his head back, straightening his posture and taking a superior stance. Seeing it makes something come alive in the youngers stomach, warm and fluttering as he waits for the other to speak up.
“Finish your wine.”
Jeongguk blinks once, having forgotten all about the glass in his hand, and brings it to his lips. The fragrant liquid is gone in a single gulp. A waste, he’s sure, but he’s not about to complain about that. Not when his boyfriend offers a small smile of approval and takes a step back, his next demand coming off his lips more rich and smooth than any merlot will ever get. “Now strip.”
The younger does as he’s told, sets the glass down on the glossy counter behind him and loosens his necktie with his free hand. He makes quick work of it, if Taehyung wanted a show he’d make such wishes very clear. He doesn’t pause when the elder walks away from him, grabbing the box he came home with earlier and moving toward the bathroom.
“Fold your clothes when you’re done.” He throws over his shoulder, hand on the handle. “You know where I want you next, yes?”
“Yes.”
“Splendid.”
There’s a soft click of the door, and Jeongguk lets go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding. This side of Taehyung, the one pinning him down with stern gazes and bossing him around, took some time for them to lure out of hiding. The elder is a sweetheart by nature, kind. But he’s always longed to please, to give Jeongguk what he needs. And when the moment came when they realized just what that was, Taehyung had taken on the role with ease. It still blows the younger away each time it comes on knocking, how his resolve crumbles at Taehyungs feet and how much he loves it.
Stark naked in the kitchen, he folds each garment neatly and places them in a pile on the closest stool. He listens for any sound coming from the bathroom, but can’t detect anything. All he hears is the smooth jazz still playing on the stereo, and the barely there hum of the ventilation.
When he’s deemed his clothes decently presented, a task well performed, he steps into the bedroom. There, he turns the bedside lamps on, their warm glow reminding of that of candle light. Facing the bed, he sinks to his knees on the carpet, sitting comfortably and waiting for his hyung.
A few minutes pass, and the cool temperature of the room and the wear of a long day starts pulling on his joints. He probably should have stretched first. It’s a thought brought on too late, he realizes, finally hearing the soft creak of the door sliding open. His eyes flutter closed, well aware of the rules.
The sound of soft footsteps approaching behind him makes his skin prickle, makes his spine arch just the slightest. Then there’s something touching his forehead, sliding down over his eyes and wrapping tight around his head.
A cold ball of reluctance stings somewhere in his chest. He’s never liked the blindfold, robbing him of the best part – which was watching Taehyung and his ministrations. It’s only brought out as punishment or for special surprises, and considering the elders obvious disapproval of his drive for that promotion, he can only presume it’s the first option this time around.
Something drops heavy on the mattress in front on him, and he knows what it is despite of his stolen vision. It’s a black briefcase, containing all sorts of fun things, usually stored quite openly in the closet in the hall. No one would suspect its contents, anyway.
Behind him, his boyfriend remains quiet. Another sort of punishment, making him suffer in silence. Short for the rustling of the elder moving to grab things out of the suitcase, all he hears is still the music barely making it inside the room through the crack in the door.
Fingers tug on his hair, urging him to sit up straight, not resting against his heels but standing on his knees. A foot nudges between his knees, and he spreads them wider. It’s all soundless communication, and Jeongguk has been through it enough times to understand each pull and tug without much difficulty. Gentle taps to both biceps signal him to bring his arms behind his back.
He takes measured breaths, willing himself to remain fairly calm when the first rope tightens around his wrists. Tries to keep the arousal at bay as much as possible, this early on, but it proves difficult as always. There’s a mellow heat threatening to break loose and expand in his abdomen, anticipation and vivid images from earlier sessions blending together and pumping hot with the blood in his veins. Because with one rope comes two, three. Tight knots making him practically immobile and leaving him completely at his hyungs mercy.
When his wrists are secured, the working hands move on to wrapping soft but strong rope over his torso, looping under his arms and over his shoulders, crisscrossing and braiding patiently. It takes some time, and Jeongguk can feel the restlessness bubbling right under his skin. It’s frustrating, sitting through it all with no say and no power to speed things along. He tries to focus on the ropes, the feel of them pressing into his skin, how his usual advantage of physical strength is slowly being stripped away. He brushes past the question of which ropes the elder has gone for. Feels like the velvet ones, the burgundy red. He tries to reach them with the tips of his fingers, to make sure, but fails.
After Taehyungs’ next visit to the briefcase, Jeongguk expects another round of ropes. But when his hyung settles behind him, probably sitting on his knees between Jeongguks feet, there’s no rustling of the rolled-up material coming loose. Instead it’s something more precise cutting the silence, a snapping sound that instantly makes his cock twitch. It’s the plastic snap of a bottle being uncapped, and there’s really only one possibility considering his current position. He highly doubts it’s the massage oil Taehyung has brought out, and not the lube.
He gasps at the sudden intake of breath right by his ear, sending a violent shiver down his spine.
“Lucky-” The elder speaks, his voice gentle and soft and innocent, as if he’s not pressing his thumb down on Jeongguks tailbone, sliding it slowly down and in between his cheeks. “-that the new toys I got for us arrived today, don’t you think?”
Jeongguk gulps, knowing by the tone of his hyungs voice he doesn’t really want a verbal answer. Instead he focuses on his breathing, relaxing his body under the others touch. He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, suppressing the sound pressing against the back of his teeth as slick fingers prod at his hole.
He spreads his legs a little further, allowing his lover more room. Hot breath fans at the nape of his neck. “Lucky indeed.”
In the name of honesty, Jeongguk is a little surprised by the turn of events. Not that he minds in in the least, but it’s quite rare that he’s the one taking things up his ass. Even when they’re like this, in these roles. Taehyung clearly has something planned tonight, something off menu. The thought alone makes his mind fog up, suppressed arousal breaking the surface earlier in the game than usual.
His jaw goes slack, lip caught between his teeth coming free swollen and slick with spit, when the first finger breaches his rim. It slides in fairly easily, considering how rarely they do this, stopping at the first knuckle to allow him some breathing room.
Taehyung hooks his chin over his shoulder, and Jeongguk wishes he could turn to look at him. See his eyes blown and dark, the smug smirk on his lips.
A soft sound escapes him the moment Taehyungs finger presses in further, momentarily distracted by the mental image of his lover licking his lips. He asks himself why he doesn’t bottom more often, the slight sting of the stretch quickly turning into something more pleasurable as Taehyungs finger curls inside him. Definitely something worth taking up.
Taehyung works that single finger in and out for far longer than necessary, Jeongguk struggling to hold still and quiet with the elders teasing bringing little waves of heat to his groin. So when the second digit finally presses in beside the first, he can’t help but squirm helplessly with his breath caught in his throat. The sudden movement effectively leaves him empty, and he squeezes his eyes shut behind the blindfold in frustration. Fuck.
“Still.”
It’s a single word, but it rings clear in Jeongguks ears. He nods. “Yes hyung.” He mumbles. “Sorry hyung.”
Taehyung seems satisfied with his response, getting back to it and pressing two fingers into him without warning. Jeongguk remains still, this time, biting down hard on his bottom lip as those long fingers work inside him, making little sparks go off behind his eyelids.
It doesn’t take long before the elders fingers slide easily in and out, scissoring and curling methodically. Jeongguks head spins with the self-restraint and the overall feeling of his hyung behind him, cock fully hard and nudging the cold edge of the bedframe. He gives a long exhale as Taehyung slips his fingers out with a muted squelch, the elder taking a moment to probably wipe the lube off on a towel. He always brings at least two, black and soft and kept at arms length.
There’s some shuffling, Taehyung rising to his feet and stepping up beside Jeongguk on the floor, picking something new from the briefcase before coming to stand behind him again. His hyung drops a hand to the top of his head, just holding it there, unmoving. Then there’s something nudging his lips, something cold and rounded but far too small to be a ball gag. Jeongguk gets the memo, and parts his lips for the foreign object. It’s a metal ball, about the size of a lollipop, warming up on his tongue. It’s sitting at the end of a curved metal stick, the length of it pressing into his cheek the way Taehyung holds the object to his mouth.
Jeongguk swirls his tongue over the ball, the cogwheels in his brain slowly turning in the fog of arousal and trying to identify what’s in his mouth. It has to be a pretty sharp curve, like a-
A hook.
He doesn’t even try to hold back on the moan when he realizes, a shockwave of sizzling warmth spreading throughout his body and coming together with the already there arousal sitting low in his belly. It’s a toy the two of them looked at a while back, but that he’d forgotten all about until now. A steel hook with a loop for bondage rope on one end and a ball roughly an inch wide on the other, designed to complement rope play.
A breathy chuckle comes from above, Taehyung clearly seeing that Jeongguks is catching on. He tugs the hook gently, the younger letting it slip from his mouth with a pop.
Breathing hard through his nose, he waits as the elder gets seated behind him once more. There’s a barely audible sound of lube squirting out of the open bottle, and Jeongguk feels himself go rigid. It’s making his bones shake, not being allowed to move or speak or see. He’d like nothing more than move forward a few inches and bend over, rest his cheek on the mattress and rut against the bed to relieve some tension.
It would look pathetic, he knows, but his pride is melting away with every drop of hot blood rushing to his groin.
When the slick metal touches his rim he sighs, breath broken and wanton as the ball enters him. The hook settles between his ass cheeks, still cool against his burning skin. The pressure of the ball pressing against his inner walls is slight, but it’s good.
He expects – wishes for – Taehyung to keep at it for a bit, to play with the toy sticking out of him and just fuck him up.
But it’s not what happens. Instead, the elder gets back to his ropes. Jeongguk startles with a sharp gasp, realizing with a sudden tug that his hyung must’ve threaded the hook beforehand, the metal shifting a little as the rope crosses over the top of his stomach and back over his shoulders.
Words pile up in the back of his throat. He wants it so bad, just the privilege to express his frustration and the pleasure he’s experiencing. To tell his baby how well he’s riling him up. But he can’t have what he wants, and he hates what it does to him. How he doesn’t hate it at all.
A light slap to his thigh instructs him to stand, and he does so on trembling legs and takes one step back to create enough space for his hyung to stand between him and the bed. It bugs him to no end, feeling the heat of his lovers’ skin just inches away, right before him, when he can’t see a single thing. He adds the complaint to the pile of unspoken words.
His rolls his shoulders, bites down on the tip of his tongue. Taehyung’s ministrations have finally reached his abdomen, every slide and brush of soft rope making his skin tingle and sear as they cross and hoop and tighten over his hips, between his thighs, around his crotch. His chokes on a gasp, his head lolling back when the elder catches his balls in a hoop just tight enough to make him ache for more.
The perfect picture in his mind has his hips shaking. Taehyung on his knees before him, face hovering inches from his swollen cock and beautiful hands working red velvet around his limbs, pink tongue flicking out to wet his lips every so often. His fingers itch with the wish to thread through the elders’ hair, guide that perfect mouth to his dick and maybe make him choke on it just for making him suffer this way.
Jeongguk knows it’s coming, but the next verbal demand coming from the elder still makes him shiver.
“Get on the bed. Face up, knees bent.”
Jeongguk nods eagerly, carefully moving to the bed without stumbling. It’d be awkward, considering he doesn’t have his arms free to catch himself. There’s a moment of complete silence once he’s gotten comfortable propped up on their fluffy pillows. He takes a deep breath, arches his back. He knows Taehyung is standing by the foot of the bed, watching him. The hook digs into his skin, the ball pressing against his walls in a lovely but far from satisfying way.
The mattress dips when Taehyung joins him, sitting up on the side of his bent legs and getting back to work. He binds the youngers legs carefully, braiding and twisting the rope down the length of his muscular thighs and connecting them at the knees. It leaves Jeongguk with short to zero mobility, and it sends waves of delicious thrill and helplessness over him.
The ropes pinch and squeeze at him every time he shifts, every time he draws breath. It keeps him alert, the sharp stings keeping his mind from drifting. The first few times they did this, Taehyung strung them too tight, and his entire arms had gone numb. It wasn’t pleasant, flexing them back to life later. But they’d both learned over time, what to do and what to avoid. What works and what doesn’t. Which levels and touches will turn him into a sobbing and begging mess under his hyungs command.
The elder shifts of the bed, a gentle palm pressing down on his knee and guiding him to lie straight. A heartbeat later Taehyung’s straddled him, knees resting right below Jeongguks hips.
“There we go.” He says, voice smooth and satisfied. He runs his hands over the knots, the braids, tracing them up the length of Jeongguks body to his chest. The younger just wants those hands on him, on his skin. But Taehyung doesn’t give it to him, just keeps tracing the lines with his body hovering over Jeongguks. A finger hooks on a piece of rope strung tight over his chest, tugging on it and letting it snap back into place with a smack. Jeongguk gasps, hips bucking in response.
“Tae…” the name rolls carefully off his tongue, Jeongguk going off a hunch that it might be okay to speak up now. When no response comes, neither good or bad, he’s quick to realize his mistake. He tries again. “Hyung.”
A low hum comes from above, urging him to continue. He sighs in relief. Thank god.
“The blindfold.”
“What about the blindfold?”
Jeongguk throws his head back, frustrated. Taehyung is well aware how he feels about being robbed of his vision, hence its usage as a punishment. Jeongguk thinks he’s suffered enough. “Hyung, c’mon.”
He can only hope that his lover agrees. He’ll probably have to beg for it, though, somehow prove how-
“Want me to take it off you baby?”
Jeongguks mind blanks for e second, surprised. He really expected more of a struggle, but he’s not about to complain.
“Yeah.” He breathes, a trace of goosebumps following in the footsteps of Taehyungs hands traveling slowly up his neck and to the back of his head.
The blindfold comes off easily, the light of the room painting the backs of his eyelids red. Jeongguk squints to start, to readjust after the long while blinded. But his plan to go easy on the eyes stops dead, eyes widening on instinct when his gaze falls upon the figure hovering over him.
“Fuck, Taehyung.” He groans, taking in the others appearance by scanning him up and down, over and over. He can’t believe. After all their years together, Taehyung still manages to blow him out of the water.
His boyfriend has been hiding away his getup all this while, an all black outfit complimenting his tanned skin perfectly in the dim light of their bedroom. He’s squeezed into a pair of latex hotpants, leaving short to nothing to imagination. Silky Opera gloves cover the length of his forearms, and his torso is bare. But the icing on the fucking cake Jeongguk finds on the golden, supple thighs straddling his hips. Black, lacy nylon stay-ups. Fucking thigh highs.
His gaze travels up, past the wicked smirk on his lovers’ lips and meets the glittering eyes staring down at him. Jeongguk moans, long and shameless because he truly wants Taehyung to know just how good he looks.
“What do you think, Gukkie-ah? Didn’t Hyung outdo himself this time?”
Jeongguk nods, feasting his eyes on his boyfriends’ bare chest. All smooth planes and flawless skin. “You look amazing.”
Taehyung cocks his head to the side, smirk deepening.
“I meant with you.” The elder clarifies, dropping their eye contact to look back at his masterpiece. Jeongguk tilts his chin down, following Taehyungs line of vision down his own body. The burgundy velvet – called it - forming pretty patterns across his chest and pelvis, continuing to wrap around his thighs and down to his knees. “But thank you.”
Taehyung walks his fingers down the youngers chest, brushing past his nipples. Jeongguk draws a stuttering breath at the touch, the nubs instantly hardening at the slightest bit of stimulation like always.
“Wish I could watch you from the back, too.” His lover muses. “That hook looked so gorgeous sticking out of you.”
The younger breaths a curse in response, Taehyungs words pooling hot deep in his belly and sending the first drops of precome spilling, running slowly down his cock.
“But I need you like this tonight baby.” The elder continues, smile widening into a grin splitting his face in two. A glove-clad hand slips down Jeongguks stomach, across the knots and hoops to his crotch. Jeongguk can hear the fast beat of his heart pumping in his ears. “All your best parts up.”
Slim fingers wrap around his length, squeezing once before retreating again. He bucks his hips, instinctively trying to follow the touch of Taehyungs hand. But it’s gone as quickly as it came, and he groans in defeat. He’s so hard, so in need of friction and Taehyung is wearing thigh highs and he’s just sitting there.
Taehyung leans in closer to his boyfriends’ face, arching an eyebrow in a feign expression of concern. He’s so close, Jeongguk can taste the toothpaste on his breath. It hits him then, they haven’t even kissed yet.
“Easy, Guk.” Taehyung tuts, tracing and pressing down gently on the ropes from the youngers crotch to his hipbones and back down. Jeongguk watches Taehyung as he goes, the elders mouth slightly parted and erection straining against the latex of his shorts, looking thoroughly obscene and so, so fuckable on top of him like this.
Jeongguks head starts to really spin when one of the elders’ hands slides in between his thighs, one finger curling around the metal and thumb pressing on his perineum.
“Love this thing.” Taehyung muses, tugging on the hook and reveling at the youngers responding moan, the way his body bends and curves as he chases the stimulation. “Think I could make you come just like this?”
“Tae, no.” Jeongguk feels his blood run cold, eyes are blown wide, looking just a bit terrified. He doesn’t want it like that, helpless and pathetic.
Taehyung shrugs, giving one sharp tug that has Jeongguk thrashing beneath him. “I don’t know, you sure are sloppy with the honorifics tonight. Perhaps you deserve being taught a lesson or two.”
The younger splutters, whatever words trying to get through crushed and mixed together by an overwhelming spike in pleasure as the metal inside him presses against his prostate.
Taehyung, however, doesn’t seem fazed, just keeps thrusting the toy into Jeongguk with shallow movements and continues. “Do we need to go over the rules again, bunny?”
Jeongguk whines, eyes fluttering closed as he starts to lose himself in the feeling of the steel dragging against his sweet spot over and over again. But the elder is relentless, stopping his ministrations completely and taking his hands completely off Jeongguks body.
Hot tears well up behind Jeongguks eyelids at the sudden halt. He needs more, not less.
“C’mon, tell hyung. Tell me what they are.”
The younger gulps, the words stinging where they rest in his throat. He doesn’t like it, needing to verbally go over the rules. It’s too awkward, so fucking embarrassing, saying the words out loud and thus making the so much more real. It’s humiliating, and it makes his muscles twist, his jaw clench.
He knows he’s running out of time to offer a reply, when Taehyung shifts above him.
“Hyung cums first.” He splutters, the words spilling from his lips in a hurried mess.
That’s the first rule down. He doesn’t want to be punished, doesn’t want to wait anymore.
“And?”
“And-“ he throws his head to the side, ragged breaths coming back hot and moist as he exhales into a fluffy pillow. It’s so embarrassing, his whole body shakes with reluctance. But he has to, if he doesn’t want his boyfriend to keep torturing him until Monday comes. “And gr-fuck-greedy bunnies get punished.”
Taehyung hums happily, hands splaying out over Jeongguks thighs and staying there, unmoving. Jeongguk sighs in relief, turning his head back up to face his lover. “Such a good boy. And the safe word?”
“No safe word.” Jeongguk says immediately. He doesn’t need a safe word. As long as it’s Taehyung, he’s down for anything. Anything at all.
The elder clicks his tongue, shaking his head slowly. “Oh, Gukkie-ah.”
A harsh slap to his thigh signals that his answer has not been approved, the sting surging through his thigh and abdomen like lightening.
“Fuck, red. It’s red.”
“Better.”
The reddened area on his skin gladly accepts the soothing touch of the elders’ palm rubbing against it, bringing the fiery aftershocks of the sharp sting to a slow stop. At the same time, Taehyung leans in over him, finally coming down connect their lips for the first time since this morning.
Jeongguk moans into the kiss, parting his lips for the elders’ tongue to slide into his mouth. Kissing Kim Taehyung never gets old, no matter the circumstances. His boyfriend loves to kiss, says it’s his favorite thing. So it comes as no surprise he’s stupidly good at it, always driving the younger mad with his velvety lips and skillful tongue.
Jeongguk curses the gloves covering Taehyungs hands as they come up to cup his jaw. The fabric is cool against him still, not warm as bare hands nor as intimate to the touch. He finds himself craving the closeness of Taehyungs hands on his skin. But good things come to those who wait, he’s been told.
It’s just that Jeon Jeongguk usually doesn’t wait for things to happen. He makes them.
They kiss for a while longer, Taehyungs hands creeping down his chest, pinching his nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Jeongguk arches to meet the touch, making the steel hook shift inside him and make itself known again. He gasps into the kiss at this, and Taehyung chuckles against his lips. Like he knows. Worst part is he probably does.
Taehyung breaks their lip-lock to work himself down, nipping at both skin and the rope that crosses his path. He pinches one nipple a little harder and rolls it between his fingers, sucking the other into his mouth when he gets there and smiling against the youngers skin as he whimpers and pants underneath him. Taehyungs free hand slips down to tug on the rope wrapped around Jeongguks inner thigh, slipping his fingers underneath and kneading the flesh. His thumb dangerously close to Jeongguks crotch, pressing down and rubbing gently.
The elder is awfully collected, and Jeongguk can’t help but take a second to just be impressed by his boyfriend. The usually restless and eager man who doesn’t like to be kept waiting, dragging things out like this and acting like he lives for it. Maybe a part of him does, Jeongguk reckons.
Taehyung leaves Jeongguks nipples swollen and red, moving on with quicks pecks delivered to the sensitive nubs. The younger pants where he lies, watches Taehyung sit up straight and smirking down at him. Taehyung brings the tip on his middle finger to his mouth, pinching the end of the glove between his teeth. His eyes are locked on Jeongguks, alight with mischief and burning arousal. He tugs on the tip of each finger with his teeth, loosening the glove before slipping it off far too slowly for the youngers liking. Taehyung breaks eye contact to look down at his hand, flexing his fingers and watching them as if he’s never seen them before. Jeongguk doesn’t judge him, the man has great hands. So, so great.
It's a sight to behold, this end of the strip-show scene of Taehyung and his mouth and his hands and his thigh highs. Jeongguk can’t help it, the subtle roll of his hips as he looks on. But Taehyung doesn’t stop him, so he figures it’s allowed as long as he doesn’t get greedy.
When the second glove has come off, Taehyung shoots him a smile and scoots down his thighs, gloves still dangling between his fingers. He settles right above Jeongguks knees, and leans down to press a lingering kiss to his hip bone.
Jeongguk trembles in anticipation, never sure of what’s around the corner with Taehyung at the steering wheel. But he lets himself fall back and enjoy the wet press of lips on his skin, tipping his head back on the pillow.
He hears it before he feels it, the hard slap against his skin. He startles, even though he shouldn’t be surprised. Taehyung has slapped him with one of his gloves, right on the spot he was just kissing. His hyung repeats the action on the parallel side, and then straight across his belly button. Jeongguk moans as he feels his skin tightening in the reddening areas, the delicious sting going straight to his leaking member and making him feel lightheaded.
“Shit, Gukkie. I could serve food on these abs.” Taehyung mutters, leaning down and nipping at his bellybutton.
“Mmh, hyung.” Jeongguk is barely listening anymore, so out of it by now he’s struggling to keep his mind from completely fogging up. His cock throbs and aches, having gone untouched for far too long and it’s driving him insane. Part of him wants to rid himself of his bounds, flip his boyfriend over and fuck him raw. But it’s not an option, his restraints tight and unyielding.
“Perhaps I’ll revisit that idea later.” Taehyung chuckles into his skin, before licking a long stipe along a particular line of rope stretching across his abs.
Wandering hands tug on his ropes, slapping against the skin of his hips and upper thighs. Jeongguk hisses is part pain, part pleasure when his hyung pulls on the rope attached to his balls, the velvet tightening and loosening a number of times. It’s all a bit too much, suddenly, Jeongguks self-control reaching its brim as Taehyung keeps toying with the ropes, fondling with his balls without touching them himself whilst still licking and kissing patterns on his stomach. With a choked sound, the youngers hips give violent jerk, his whole body shifting with the force of the movement and almost sending the man on top of him toppling over.
It feels good, for about a millisecond.
The hands and mouth on him retreat once more, and Jeongguk wants to scream. Perhaps he will, if Taehyung keeps it up. He closes his eyes to prevent from seeing the room spinning, or his hyungs stern glare as the result of his disobedience.
“Didn’t we-“ the elder delivers a sharp slap to the bottom of his ribs, forcing a silent moan from Jeongguk. “-just go over this, no more than a few minutes ago?”
When the younger doesn’t answer, Taehyung grabs hold of the braided pattern digging into the skin on his chest, bringing the man into a half-seated position with a rough pull on the ropes. “Huh?”
“Yes hyung.” Jeongguk manages, his voice broken and ringing pathetic in his own ears.
“And what were they?”
The younger sobs, feeling the nylon of his lovers stayups against his skin and his own dick throbbing and wet. He’s losing his grip, all things Taehyung jumbled in and around him, coming together in some kind of beautiful and nothing short of painful mess.
He can’t steer his tongue to speak the words again, the muscle thick and motionless in his mouth. Taehyung shoves him back on the pillows.
“You know what happens now, right bunny?” he says, reaching for his discarded gloves and starting to put them back on.
Jeongguk sniffles, the thought of Taehyung dragging this out any further making his entire being sting.
“Hyung, please.”
The elder stops what he’s doing, one glove slipped on his hand but the length of it still bundled around his wrist. A small, devilish smile curves his plush lips and Jeongguk sees hope at the horizon.
“Such a lovely word.” Taehyung mutters, catching the youngers gaze and leaning in over him. “Say it again.”
“Please.”
“Please what?” the elder whispers, closing the distance and dropping feather light kisses at the corners of Jeongguks mouth and cheeks.
“Hyung-“ Jeongguk whines, squeezing his eyes shut as Taehyung darts up to place kisses to his brows and eyelids. “Please touch me.”
It itches on his insides, begging this way. But somehow it also makes the heat pooling in his groin intensify ridiculously and it’s all so damn good.
Taehyung chuckles, taking the one glove back off and tracing warm fingertips along the youngers sharp jawline.
“But Gukkie, I’ve been touching you none stop?” Taehyung feigns innocence, looking down at the man tied up in burgundy with his eyes alight with the laughter bubbling in his chest.
Jeongguk can’t see what’s funny about the situation, at all.
“Make us come, hyung please.”
Us. Because no matter what games they play, what rules have been set, Jeongguk wouldn’t have it any other way than this. The both of them, enjoying themselves equally and bringing each other over the edge. He used to be a selfish lover, chasing his own release and perhaps not caring enough for his partner. But that was before Taehyung, before this living and breathing ray of sunshine that could also make him strip down and fall to his knees with a quirk of his eyebrow came into his life.
Taehyungs smile widens, breaking character just for the fraction of a second at the sound of his lovers choice of words.
“Okay baby.”
Jeongguk heaves a sigh of relief, having successfully avoided another ten minutes or more of his hyungs pleasurable torture. He watches the elder stand up on his knees, stretching tall. A thin sheet of sweat glistens on his tanned torso, eyes clouding with lust as he’s finally giving in. Jeongguk expects him to get off him now, to strip the shorts and get the lube.
But Taehyung doesn’t.
Instead he reaches behind himself, angling his hips to let his boyfriend in on the action best possible. The sound of Taehyungs moan shakes Jeongguk to his core, coming out long and deep and so, so relieved. There’s a neediness swimming to the surface in his dark eyes, and Jeongguk finds himself conflicted with where to look.
“I have one more surprise up my sleeve.” Taehyung says breathlessly, laughing quietly at himself. “Or well, up somewhere.”
Jeongguk feels his own eyes widen, gaze darting back to his lovers’ hand reaching behind himself. The older man deserves a fucking medal for keeping face so long, if things are as Jeongguk predicts.
“Tae…”
Taehyung hums, the sound rumbling deep in his chest and eyes fluttering closed. There must be a slit at the back of the shorts, Jeongguk realizes, watching his hyung pull at something not quite coming into view to him from this angle.
With a tiny, sweet little moan the elder wriggles the sleek toy out of himself far enough for Jeongguk to see. He groans, taking in the view of Taehyung thrusting the very familiar looking dildo back into his hole a moment later.
“Holy shit hyung.” He sees his own cock, red and pulsing, twitch repeatedly as he watches the elder slide the toy in and out, in and out. “Shit you’re amazing. So beautiful hyung.”
“Always the smooth talker.” Taehyung replies with a crooked little smile, breath caught in his throat as he finally slips the toy out completely and sets it to the side.
“I mean it.” Jeongguk urges, a sudden steadiness to his tone. Because he needs Taehyung to know. Needs his baby to really know just how precious he is to him. How valued. How loved.
“I know you do.” The elder assures, leaning down to place chaste kiss on Jeongguks lips. “I love you.”
Jeongguks response dies on his tongue when Taehyung lowers his hips, bringing their crotches together for some much needed friction. A startled moan rips through the youngers throat, and he bucks his hips, meeting his hyung as he grinds down on him.
“Fuckfuckfuck-“
Taehyung chuckles, rocking them together so slowly it’s barely happening, and reaches over for the lube – that’s apparently waiting conveniently at their side.
Jeongguk winces when Taehyung lifts his hips, missing the touch before it’s even completely gone. He doesn’t have to wait long this time around, though. Taehyung’s getting impatient as well now, now that the dam has finally broken. He fumbles with the lube, running his slick palm over Jeongguks throbbing length in a haste.
He forgets how to breathe, lungs burning as Taehyung lines himself up, pressing down on the head of Jeongguks cock a few times just to tease them both.
“Hyu-nngah—“
The honorific splits into a breathless moan, Taehyung sinking down on him without warning and taking him whole in one go.
“God, finally.” The elder whimpers, rolling his hips lightly, testing the waters. “Ahh.”
Jeongguks eyes roll back, front teeth biting down hard on his lip as he tries not to thrust up into the velvety heat finally engulfing him. Taehyung is so good. So tight around him as he starts moving gently on his lap.
Taehyung builds his pace slowly, rising and coming down on Jeongguks dick with more force, more vigor, for each bounce. Sweat runs down Jeongguks neck, pooling at his collarbones. He wants so bad to set the pace, curls his fingers around Taehyungs narrows hips and guide them both to bliss.
But it’s worth the suffering, worth losing his grip on things as he watches the most beautiful man in the world fuck himself on his cock at an increasing pace, pitched cries and moans passing through red, parted lips every time he comes down.
Somewhere in the background the smooth jazz is still going, but neither of the two registers the soft saxophone over the sounds of their heady breaths, the skin slapping on skin as Taehyung settles on a brisk pace. The sounds are almost as filthy as it feels, all sweat and precome and thigh highs and ropes. And with every steady bounce, the hook sitting snug in Jeongguks own ass shifts, sporadically brushing against his prostate and making his hips come down to meet the feeling, just to snap back up with enough force to knock cries of his name from his lovers’ lips.
A particularly high pitched moan coming from above tells Jeongguk he’s hit the elders sweet spot, and so he keeps thrusting his hips up to meet Taehyungs rhythm, making him hiccup and shout as they work together to bring stimulation to that specific bundle of magic nerves.
A raging fire licks as Jeongguks insides, the heat drawing in tight.
“Anggh- hyu-ngh-“ he pants, trying to focus his gaze on Taehyungs flushed face, on the hooded eyes shutting now and again just to spring back open with every press against his prostate. “M’gonna—“
“No you’re n-ah-not.” The elder reprimands, not slowing down his pace or taking his hands off. It’s up to Jeongguks own willpower, getting through the last part alive and sticking to the rules. He whines, hot tears wetting his cheeks. “This game you can’t win, Guk.”
“Hyung please-“
Taehyung moans, a wild one vibrating all through his body.
“Lo-oh fuck-“ the elder ups his pace slightly, chasing the pleasure coursing through the two of them as they move together. “Love that word on your mouth, bunny.”
Jeongguk throws his head back, loving the way Taehyungs voice sound so perfectly broken, wrecked as he tries to shape words through the haze. But the younger also sees his chance, and he takes it.
“Please.” He manages again, taking full advantage of what his pleading does to his lover. Taehyung makes a guttural sound, falling into him and crashing their lips together in a messy, open mouthed kiss. Jeongguk snaps his hips, pointedly and precisely. He nips at Taehyungs full bottom lip, tender flesh scorching hot and chipped against the tip of his tongue. “Fuck h-ngh, please.”
“God, Jeongguk-“ Taehyung stutters out of rhythm, a telltale sign he’s getting close.
Maybe it’s playing dirty, or perhaps it’s the just right thing to do, but Jeongguk keeps it up, feeling how with every plead he means the word more and more.
“H-ah” The hook inside him hits his prostate again suddenly, and he finds himself chanting whispers against his lovers’ lips. “Pleasepleaseplease.”
Taehyung cries out in response, shooting up in his position and clenching down on Jeongguk as he comes in his booty shorts with a powerful shudder wracking through his body. He rides out his orgasm on Jeongguks dick, while the younger tries desperately to cling on to his sanity.
Taehyungs fingers dig into his hipbones, pinkies hooked on the ropes there as he starts coming down from his high. He’s still keeping a somewhat steady pace, letting Jeongguk fuck up into him regardless of the oversensitivity.
“Now you.” He demands, snapping the ropes in his hold and clenching down on Jeongguk once more. It’s all he needs, really, to tip over the edge with a muted yell. His arms twitch as he comes hard inside his hyung, instinctively wanting to reach for the elder and embrace him somehow. The white-hot pleasure just intensifies - when he realizes he can’t actually do that.
Taehyung collapses on top of him as he comes back down, the both of them trying to catch their breath.
“Holy shit, Tae…”
Taehyung hums, taking another few moments before sitting back up and bringing Jeongguk with him by his ropes. The younger huffs, wincing slightly as he’s still very much buried inside the elder and has anal hook sitting snugly between his ass cheeks. Taehyung seems to get it, a breath chuckle coming from the elder as he reaches behind Jeongguk to deal with the ropes on his arms.
It takes some time getting off, especially when Taehyungs movements are sluggish due to his post-orgasmic daze.
“How the hook treating you?” the elder asks after a few moments in comfortable silence, Jeongguk finally managing to wriggle one arm loose and wasting no time wrapping it around his lovers’ waist.
“Like I’m its bitch, that’s how.”
Taehyung giggles, sitting back with a sigh as Jeongguk shakes out of the now loose hanging rope on his other arm. Jeongguk slides his hands up and down the elders back, reveling in the feel of his skin under his fingers. It always feels like he’s been deprived of him for weeks, after a single session like this one. His hands travel down the slope of the small of Taehyungs back, past the glossy hem of the booty shorts and gripping the soft flesh through the fabric. The elder jolts in his hold, a soft gasp escaping his lips. Jeongguk smiles cheekily, kneads Taehyungs cheeks in his hands.
“The shorts are nice.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Jeongguk falls asleep, this night as all the others, limbs tangled with Taehyungs on fresh sheets. And the last thing to cross his mind before drifting off, is that yes; coming in second blows. But it’ll always be worth it, as long as he’s losing to Kim Taehyung.