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Sitting on the couch, one hand propping his chin up, the other just barely grasping onto an empty beer bottle, Jeongguk sighs heavily for the third time in five minutes. He stares at the wall clock, watches the second hand taunting him as it pushes him forward through time, closer and closer to his 'date'. He doesn't mind drinking in the dorm. He had been hesitant to do so at the party, but here he knows he's safe. No one ever comes in here other than Taehyung and he knows that Taehyung would never hurt him.

Taehyung.

He chuckles to himself, a dry, sardonic laugh as he drops the beer bottle onto the floor and watches it clatter and roll away. His hand now free, he rubs it over his eyes, groaning to himself.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" He asks into the empty dorm. 

He thinks back to high school, when he only had Jimin and Yoongi. He remembers how they used to tease him when he had his first crush, tell him how oblivious he was, that he clearly liked Namjoon and Namjoon clearly liked him back. He used to hate it, almost hated them for a while. He was 17 at the time - a fully grown man in his own eyes. He wasn't blind, he knew how he felt.

He had been wrong and they'd called him an idiot.

It seems to him that not much has changed even five years later.

How could he not notice his own feelings? How could he not notice how special Taehyung is to him? When had the line blurred? At what point did Jeongguk stop thinking of Taehyung as only his roommate? Was it when Taehyung pushed him up against a wall for the first time? Was it when Taehyung made him come for the first time? 

Or, perhaps it was when he woke up to Taehyung making him breakfast for the first time. Or maybe it was when his huge smile had lit up the room when Jeongguk had told him he had made a good meal for the first time. Maybe it was when they kissed for the first time. Maybe there was no exact time. Maybe, just maybe, it was a mixture of all of those moments that gradually had him falling over the edge. It doesn't matter. He may never know when it was that he felt a little more for his friend. All he knows is that it took seeing Taehyung with his arms around another for him to realise how deeply and truly fucked he is.

Another glance at the clock, another sigh. He doesn't even know what it is that he is doing. Perhaps, in his twisted attempt at making Taehyung jealous, he is conducting an experiment. A test, if you will, to see if Taehyung really has moved on from his crush like he claims to have done. Jeongguk wasn't convinced at first, knowing how sensitive Taehyung can be, knowing how he would pretend to have moved on for Jeongguk's sake. But after seeing Taehyung at that party, after seeing him with his arms around that guy, Jeongguk's insecurity won him over. Maybe Taehyung has moved on. 

It doesn't help that he seems to be completely indifferent to Jeongguk at the moment. The last few days he has been distant, uninvested, like he doesn't truly care one way or another whether or not he and Jeongguk have sex. It had led to a humiliating moment the previous day, when Jeongguk was feeling cheeky, devious. He had woken up earlier than Taehyung for once, so he stripped down to nothing and waited on the couch for his roommate to wake up.

He was lazily stroking his cock, only a small blush touching his cheeks, when Taehyung had stumbled out of his room.

“Wha-”

“Morning,” Jeongguk murmured, squeezing the head of his cock, watching as pre-come oozed out of the slit the moment Taehyung had walked out. Oh, the things Tae did to him without even realising.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” Using his free hand, he drags his fingers across his helmet, collecting the sticky fluid gathering there and making direct eye contact with Taehyung as he pushed his fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them and collecting the substance with a moan.

Taehyung had only given him an amused look, much to Jeongguk’s confusion, and with a glance at the clock on the wall, answered, “It looks like you’re going to be very late for your class.”

Jeongguk, gaze joining Taehyung’s as it slides over to the clock, had leapt off the couch with a loud, “Fuck!” before running to his room, hard cock rapidly softening as he panicked, Taehyung’s laughter following him.

He had refused to come out of his room once he got home, not wanting to face him after that.

Now, he is still doing his best not to see him. Thankfully, it’s Taehyung’s turn to take a morning class and so Jeongguk was safely able to enter the living room without worrying about being teased or having to come up with some awkward small talk. That's how he had ended up sitting on the couch staring at the clock as time ticked onward, drinking a beer and pretending like the silence of the dorm wasn't driving him crazy.

By four, he thinks he should probably get up and start acting like a functioning human being and not a college boy that gives his mother anxiety attacks every time she calls to see if he has finally figured out what he wants to do with his life.

He had pouted deeply when he had found no food left behind for him that morning, but there had been a note. He picks it up and re-reads it while he rifles around in their fridge for something to eat that isn’t weeks out of date. He settles for a banana that is mostly bruise-free as he casts his eyes over Taehyung’s handwriting once again.

I’ll be home at 4:30. I expect you to be on my bed, wearing only what I’ve left there for you.

-Tae

Jeongguk, his stomach jolting with excitement when he glances once more at the clock, immediately wolfs down his banana before he runs to the bathroom to clean his teeth. It’s five past four and he knows what this means. They’re finally going to do something, finally going to have some form of sex. They haven’t since the party, there always being some thing that gets in the way and Jeongguk misses it, misses Taehyung’s cockiness, the way he seems to know exactly what Jeongguk wants before he even realises it himself.

He bursts into Taehyung’s room and sees-

“What the fuck?” He murmurs to himself as he creeps up to the bed. No one is around, but  Jeongguk blushes anyway as he stares down at the white lacy lingerie spread over the bed covers. Surely Taehyung isn’t expecting him to fit into these. But that is what the note has said and Jeongguk thinks about that boy, the boy from the party.

Thanks for being so obedient, baby.

Jeongguk scowls and grabs the material. Fuck that guy. Fuck Taehyung. He can be obedient. He will be the most obedient baby that Taehyung has ever had. He’ll make him regret ever being with anyone but him.

Fuck. Taehyung.

He pulls his clothes off, tossing them aside and staring down at the soft fabric. This isn’t really his thing, doesn’t really do anything for him, but he knows that Taehyung has a humiliation kink of some kind, doesn’t really want to admit the fact that he obviously has one too as he picks up the soft material.

He’s not the most knowledgeable of guys when it comes to lingerie terms. He thinks the top is called a camisole, a long, sheer, flowy section of material falling from the bust and ending in some frills around the hem. It’s got a flower pattern sewn into it, making patches of the material more see-through than others. The bust itself is a thicker material, but still soft and lacy. It has two thin straps to hold it up, as well as few looser straps that fall around the shoulder area and serve no purpose other than looking pretty, Jeongguk supposes.

He slips it over his head, surprised when it fits rather perfectly. He’s a little creeped out; did Taehyung take his measurements while he was sleeping or something? He can’t tell if it’s a larger women’s size or not, but judging by the lack of a bust he would guess that it’s designed for men to wear. Where the fuck Taehyung got it, is another question that pops into Jeongguk’s head, but he pushes it aside.

The panties are very similar, small, sheer material that looks like it’ll barely keep his cock contained once it’s hard – assuming it will get hard, because Jeongguk isn’t into- oh, who the fuck is he kidding? He’s hard right now, already turned on and maybe he is more into lingerie than he thought.

He pulls the material on and again, it seems to fit perfectly, even as he tucks his aching erection under the fabric. He walks over to Taehyung’s mirror and has to press his lips together to hold back a moan.

His nipples are clearly visible through the white lace, hardened peaks poking through the soft fabric. His abs are teasingly shown through the translucent camisole and he can easily make out the outline of his cock, heavy and straining against the flimsy panties. It’s just obscene. Obscene and yet, he feels awfully pretty. He can’t say he has ever felt pretty before, but he feels pretty now. The white makes his dark hair pop, makes his round eyes stand out as he gazes back at himself, his cock visibly twitching inside the panties.

Is this narcissism? He thinks it might be. He looks good and he decides right then and there that he's going to bring Taehyung to his knees, make him regret ever buying this for him.

He grabs his phone from the pocket of his discarded jeans and gasps when he realises that it is 4:31. Tae will be back any moment now and the thrill that rushes through him has him leaking, pooling pre-come pumping from his slit and leaving a wet spot on the front of the panties. He quickly hops onto Taehyung’s bed and, in a moment of shyness, slides under the covers.

He looks good, he knows he does, knows that Taehyung would never hurt him. He feels nervous anyway, especially when he hears the front door opening.

He holds his breath as he listens to Taehyung’s footsteps, hears him kicking his shoes off and then the soft pad of his socks as he moves through the lounge. Jeongguk squirms under the sheets as he hears the kitchen tap running and the clinking of dishes. The sound of the fridge opening, the humming of a tune as their whiny kettle starts to boil.

He’s teasing him, Jeongguk realises. He’s making him wait.

Fuck Kim Taehyung, he thinks as he clenches at the sheets. Fuck that stupid fucking bastard in his stupid fucking-

“Hey Jeonggukkie.” Taehyung pokes his head in the door, brown eyes tender, smile stretching his lips when he sees him in his bed and Jeongguk melts into the sheets.

“Hi,” he murmurs back, flicking his tongue out to wet his own chapped lips.

“What are you doing in my bed, hm?” Taehyung wanders over, sits down next to Jeongguk and pokes at his thigh through the covers.

“You know why,” Jeongguk hisses, but then he thinks about that boy, thinks about how obedient he was and he swallows his embarrassment, closing his eyes and saying, “Please don’t tease me.”

Taehyung runs his hand along his thigh, down to his knee, squeezing through the comforter. “I believe I asked you to be waiting on my bed, Guk, not in it.”

Jeongguk rolls away, facing the other wall, face burning with shame.

“You’re going to make fun of me.”

Taehyung tuts, leaning over him. “Of course I won’t, sweetie. Come out.”

Jeongguk looks up at him, at his steady gaze, and wishes he would close the distance between them.

“You promise?”

Taehyung smiles, reaching down to run his fingers over Jeongguk's fluffy, dark hair. “I promise, baby.”

So Jeongguk sits up, eyes downcast as he pulls the sheets off of him and sits atop them. He hears Taehyung’s hitching breath and chances a look at him.

His eyes, light and gentle before, are now dark and swirling with barely contained want, his thick bottom lip bitten between his teeth, his fingers digging into the mattress. Jeongguk is immediately pleased. Happy that he does have an affect on Taehyung, he does make him as lustful and needy as Taehyung does him.

“Wow,” Taehyung breathes out. “You look beautiful.”

“Really?” Jeongguk asks, breathless himself.

“Yeah. Fuck.” Taehyung reaches out, tugs at his wrist. “Come here, baby.”

Jeongguk crawls over until he’s straddling the older man, legs either side of his thighs as he settles on top of them. Taehyung wraps his hands around his waist, over the diaphanous material, and hisses.

“Fuck. Your tiny waist… fuck.”  

“Tae,” Jeongguk whines, grinding down on his crotch. He can feel Taehyung’s cock even through his jeans, hard right there against his ass and he has never wanted something so badly before. “Tae, please.”

Fuck me. He’s desperate for it at this point. Taehyung has never even touched his ass, unless it’s to spank him. Jeongguk doesn’t care what it makes him at this point, a bottom, a sub, it doesn’t matter. He just wants Taehyung inside of him, wants him to make Jeongguk feel good like he knows only Taehyung can.

He’s just about to swallow his pride and beg for it when Taehyung playfully smacks his ass. “Get onto your hands and knees on the bed.”

Jeongguk, obedient Jeongguk, instantly does as he’s told and Taehyung gives him an appreciative hum. As he crawls forward, feeling the way the lace tightens on his frame, the way the camisole drapes around his skin, he feels warmth all over his body, a neediness that makes his head swim.

“God,” Taehyung growls as his hands run up along the back of his thighs and over his cheeks, squeezing them and making Jeongguk whimper in the back of his throat. “You’re so fucking sexy, Guk, you have no idea.”

Jeongguk pushes his ass back into Taehyung’s hold, shivering at the sound of his resonant groan as he runs his fingers under the elastic hem. The cool air of the room greets Jeongguk’s flushed skin as Taehyung peels the panties down and Jeongguk keens. This is the first time Tae has looked at him like this, looked at his most private area and he feels a shock of excitement as opposed to embarrassment. His lust for Taehyung is so much stronger than the awkwardness he feels.

“Look at you,” Taehyung murmurs, voice hoarse and husky. “You have such a cute little hole.” He dances his fingers down along the crack of his ass, feather light touches that make Jeongguk flinch, ticklish. “Tell me, Jeongguk-ah," he rasps his name in such a way that it makes Jeongguk shiver, "how many cocks have you had?”

“Just- just one.” Jeongguk lets his head drop, heavy between his shoulders as his arms shake.

“Fuck,” Taehyung groans again and Jeongguk looks back in time to see him looking up at the ceiling. “Fuck, you’re going to be so tight.”

Jeongguk moans, happy. That means Taehyung wants to fuck him, right? Fucking finally, Jeongguk thinks as he wiggles his ass back.

“Tae- god, Tae, just touch me, please.”

“Pretty baby,” Taehyung murmurs, rubbing his thumb along Jeongguk’s perineum, making him gasps and clench his hole. “Be patient, baby.”

“O-okay,” Jeongguk grinds out.

“Such a good boy today,” Taehyung observes. “You’re not going to fight me?” When Jeongguk only whimpers in response, Taehyung growls, almost beast-like as he puts his hand in-between the younger’s shoulder blades, pushing gently. “Get down. Keep your ass in the air.”

Jeongguk falls to the bed, head to the side as he presses against the sheets, ass up in Taehyung’s hold.

“Give me your hands,” Taehyung says, grabbing Jeongguk’s wrists where they’ve flopped by his sides. He pulls them back, back towards his ass, ordering him to, “Spread yourself apart for me.”

Jeongguk squirms as he does so, embarrassment now catching up with him as he pulls his cheeks apart, fully exposing himself to Taehyung. The older man doesn’t hide his arousal, pressing his firm bulge against the back of Jeongguk’s thighs.

“So pretty. Keep your cheeks apart for me, okay? Don’t you dare let go, or I’ll stop.”

Jeongguk nods against the bedspread, not that Taehyung can see that as he leans in and presses his tongue square against Jeongguk’s hole. The younger boy cries out immediately, flinching away from the touch.

“Hey,” Taehyung slaps his hand down on one of his cheeks and murmurs, “keep still. Don’t you want me to make you feel good?”

“Mmf- fuck, Tae. Want it.” Jeongguk pants into the comforter as he feels Taehyung kissing the cleft of his ass.

“Tell me, baby.” His lips move against his skin as he speaks. “Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

“Ug- Tae- Want you.” Jeongguk presses his ass back into his hands. “Want your tongue- ah, inside me. Please.” Taehyung responds immediately, tongue flickering up against his tight pucker and sliding over the sensitive skin. It may be clichéd, but Jeongguk swears he can feel Taehyung’s passion, feel his desire for Jeongguk flowing through him as he laps at his hole, slowly working the tight bud open enough for him to flicker the tip of his tongue into. “God, Tae. Ah- Ah, Hyung, feels- feels so... nn-g.”

Jeongguk turns his head, nearly suffocates himself in the sheets as he whines into them. He feels another slap on his ass, but Taehyung doesn’t pull his tongue away. He knows Jeongguk gets what he’s trying to say. Jeongguk can hear his voice in his mind, Don’t hide your moans from me, baby. He turns again, his head on the other side now as he presses back into the touch, his cock throbbing where it is resting against the panties bunched around his legs.

Taehyung moans into his hole as he presses his tongue forward, the inner ring of muscle giving way and allowing him entry. Jeongguk moans too, the vibrations of Taehyung’s voice against his skin rattling him to the core. The tongue inside of him starts thrusting, fucking him open and Jeongguk is in heaven, unable to hinder the continuous sounds that escape his mouth.

He arches his back when he feels a finger prodding against his ring, pressing his hole open and sliding inside. He must have grabbed some lube at some point because the digit easily slithers against his warm walls and makes him thrust back, desperate for more because Taehyung is finally going to fuck him.

Taehyung pulls away, his tongue leaving Jeongguk’s hole wet as he kneels up over him, pressing another finger against the relaxed muscles. “You’re doing so well, Guk,” he murmurs and Jeongguk can see the saliva wet against his chin.

“Fuck, Tae. Feels so good.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Mm, fuck.”

“Such a good boy,” Taehyung says as he quirks his fingers and Jeongguk sobs, thrusting into nothing. “You take my fingers so well, baby.”

“Taehyung, want your cock.” Jeongguk meets his eyes, watches how they spark at his words. “Please, fuck me.”

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” Taehyung spreads his fingers apart, further loosening his hole. “Want my cock inside of you?”

“Yes, Tae, yes, yes.” Jeongguk thrashes in his hold, eyes closing as the fingers crook again, pressing against his prostate and making pre-come gush out of his cock. “Please, Tae, fuck me.”

“It’s too bad,” Taehyung says and his voice has become cold, like a bucket of icy water thrown over his head. It makes Jeongguk’s eyes, that had glazed over but are now wide and panicking, snap over to meet Taehyung’s hardening gaze. “Because I only fuck my sub. You don’t get that privilege.”

Jeongguk whines as the fingers still continue their ministration, tears springing to his eyes and he doesn’t even bother to hold them back. Taehyung already knows he is a cry baby at this point anyway. “Please, Tae! Fuck, please!”

“Sorry, Jeonggukkie.” Taehyung doesn’t sound very sorry as he slides his fingers back out of his hole. Jeongguk writhes on the sheets, two seconds away from throwing a tantrum. Fuck, he was so close to having Tae’s cock inside of him and he doesn’t understand what went wrong. He hears the clicking of a cap and then feels something press against his quivering hole. “You’ll just have to make do with this.”

“What- fuck!” He tightens his hold on the sheets as he looks behind him, but he can’t see what it is that Taehyung is pushing inside of him. It must be a toy of some sort, the plastic just barely warm enough to be comfortable as it easily slides in to the hilt, filling Jeongguk and making him moan happily. It’s not Tae’s cock, but it still feels fucking amazing to be full.

“You like that, baby?” Taehyung presses the base of the toy and then brings a hand down over his ass, spanking his cheeks and making Jeongguk thrust forward as the toy jolts against his prostate. “You like being filled?”

“Uhnn-gg- Taehyung.”

Taehyung slaps his ass one more time, watching the flesh jiggle. He then steps back, pulling Jeongguk’s underwear back up over him, covering his heavy cock back up.

“Sit up,” he orders. Jeongguk is so lost and confused as he does, moaning as the toy shifts inside of him when he sits down. “Take my hand.”

Taehyung pulls him up, seemingly ready for Jeongguk’s unsteady gait as he falls against Taehyung, whimpering as the pleasure hits him harder.

“Fuck, Tae. What are you doing?”

“Come with me.”

Jeongguk hobbles with him, nearly collapsing only a few feet forward and ending up being half-carried to his room. He watches in confusion, legs shaking as Taehyung pulls a button-down shirt out of his wardrobe and a pair of nice jeans.

“Put these on.” He says, no give in his voice, so Jeongguk does.

He fumbles with the buttons of the shirt, Taehyung giving an exaggerated sigh before coming over to button the shirt for him.

“What’s happening, Tae?”

Taehyung smiles mischievously, eyes twinkling as he straightens Jeongguk's collar. “We’re going on a date, Jeonggukkie.”  

“Wha- a date?” Jeongguk’s eyes widen, his mouth dropping open. “You mean- us two?”

“Of course, silly. You and me.” He takes a step back. “And Bogum and Alec.”

Jeongguk nearly falls over for more reason than one. “What? Bogum?” He looks at the clock and realises with panic that he’d totally forgotten about his date with Bogum today. Ever since the moment he'd seen that lingerie on the bed, Taehyung had been the only person in his mind, the only person in the whole world.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Taehyung says, almost singing the words. “I invited Alec along. I asked Bogum if he was cool with a double-date. He said it was fine. Ready to go?”

“What? I- I- Who’s Alex?”

“Alec,” Taehyung corrects. “You know, from the party? The real cute, obedient sub.”

Suddenly Jeongguk gets it.

Taehyung was only teasing him. He knew about this beforehand, knew that Jeongguk had his date. He’s playing with him, keeping him wrapped around his finger, working him up only to let him fall over the edge, alone. It nearly brings him to tears as he remembers what Taehyung just told him. I only fuck my sub. And yet, he fucked Alec the other day at the party.

Jeongguk is two seconds away from bursting into tears, willing to acknowledge that he is heartbroken because there is no other word for this feeling, the aching pain in his chest as he realises that Taehyung doesn’t want him, doesn’t like him how Jeongguk is now realising he likes Tae. He’s just a toy to him, just someone on the side he can fuck with.

It is this realisation that makes him swallow his tears, makes him look up at Tae with a fiery gaze and say, “That’s great. Let’s go then.”

Taehyung smirks, eyes knowledgeable like he understands exactly what Jeongguk is doing. Fuck Taehyung, Jeongguk thinks. Fuck him if he thinks he can use Jeongguk like this. He’ll go on this double date and he’ll rub it in his face, toy in his ass be damned. He’s not going to give Tae the satisfaction of knowing he has gotten to him, of seeing him experiencing pleasure because of him.

He stomps past Taehyung, ignoring the spike of heat he feels when the toy rubs him in just the right spot as he walks. It still makes him falter, just a little, but he ignores Taehyung’s laughter behind him, wrenching their door open and with a straight face, saying, “Well, are you coming or not?”

“No,” Taehyung slaps Jeongguk on the ass as he walks past him, easily catching the way he closes his eyes and bites his lip, “but I have a feeling you will be.”

With one more giggle he walks out of the dorm, Jeongguk following behind him with a whispered, “Fucking asshole.”

--

Taehyung insists that they can walk to the diner they’re due to meet at. “One of the many benefits of having a campus in the city centre is that everything is within walking distance,” he says as they stroll, nonchalance in his stride. Beside him Jeongguk keeps his expression flat, concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other. The whole way there, Taehyung makes conversation with him, talking about the weather, asking about his dance club, like he doesn’t know about the sex toy in his ass that he put there.

Jeongguk is ready to give in when they arrive. Three blocks of walking and he’s already completely strung out, though he’s pretty sure he’s doing a good job of hiding that fact. Indeed, when Taehyung looks over and asks why he’s so quiet (like the bastard he is), Jeongguk gives him a grin so wide it could rival Taehyung’s own, telling him that he’s perfectly fine. Taehyung only smiles, eyes crinkling shut as he chimes, "That's good, Guk!"

Bogum is waiting for them outside and Jeongguk is overcome with shyness as he realises that he’s technically on a date, fake as it is. He has never been on a date before, not even sure how he is supposed to act, never mind that he is currently being sexually tormented by his friend and roommate.

Alec arrives a few minutes later, thankfully. Jeongguk can feel himself breaking out into a sweat as the pressure on his prostate starts to become too much, as each time he shifts he feels the panties constricting his leaking cock.

They shuffle into the diner. It is a retro, American-style outlet, with greasy food and even greasier looking aesthetics. Taehyung says their burgers are amazing, so the rest of them tentatively seat themselves in a red-leather booth, the seats artfully torn apart, or something like that. Jeongguk is pretty sure that he sees a bug of some sort crawling into one of the holes in the seat right before Taehyung slides into it, so there’s that.

Jeongguk slides into the seat opposite him. The booth is curved, so he can turn to face Bogum who sits down on the outside of the booth on his right side. Alec takes the seat next to Taehyung, a blush on his cheeks as Tae gives him a blinding grin and Jeongguk isn’t sure which of them he hates more.

Jeongguk himself sits down slowly, eyes squeezing shut of their own volition when he puts weight back down on the toy, making it move and grind against his walls. He can feel Taehyung’s eyes on him the whole time, no doubt a smirk on his stupid face, so Jeongguk turns so that he is looking towards Bogum. He breathes through his nose and wonders if anyone noticed the bulge in his jeans. He had been pulling the front of his shirt down over it, but it was still rather apparent and Jeongguk is just glad that it's hidden underneath the ratty tablecloth now.

It’s rather quiet as they order their meals. A woman in her forties, dressed in a horribly tight, retro waitress uniform, looking like she wants one of them to pull a gun on her and end her misery, asks them if they want milkshakes with their burgers and then walks away.

“This place is…”

“I swear, hyung, their burgers are great.”

“If you say so!” Bogum flashes Taehyung a quick smile before leaning forward on the table and turning to Jeongguk.

“So, Jeon Jeongguk, right? I’m sorry, I can’t say I know all that much about you.”

“I’m a freshman, so.” Jeongguk shrugs, reaching forward to drink his glass of water so that he has something to do with his hands. Now that he is seated and still, the pressure in his ass is somewhat ignorable. It is nice to be stretched, nice to be filled, but the sensation is constant enough that Jeongguk can tune it out. He almost wants to give Taehyung a cocky smirk right back, show him that he isn’t a sucker for his games, but he thinks better of it, especially when he hears Taehyung leaning over and making conversation with his own date.

Bogum continues trying to get to know him, so Jeongguk does his best to ignore the other two.

“What do you study, Jeongguk?”

“Bachelor of Arts degree,” he answers.

Bogum gives him a friendly, yet knowing smile. “In other words, you don’t know what you want to do just yet?” 

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Don’t worry, Jeongguk-ssi. You’ll figure it out. It just takes time.”

“Do you know what you want to do, Bogum-ssi?”

“You can call me hyung,” he grants. “I want to be an actor.”

“Like Tae-hyung.” Jeongguk smiles, eyes sliding over to Taehyung who tilts his head over at the mention of his name. He raises a questioning brow before returning to his animated conversation with Alec.

“That’s how I met him,” Bogum responds, but Jeongguk can’t tear his eyes away from the other two now that he has paid them attention. He notices how they seem to be getting along really well and Jeongguk remembers that this guy must have agreed to be Taehyung’s sub, agreed to belong to him in that way. That Taehyung must like him enough that one night together was enough to ask him the question that it took months for him to ask Jeongguk. That Jeongguk turned down because they’re just friends. Or, perhaps Alec was Taehyung’s sub the whole time. Maybe Taehyung has a lot of subs, maybe he has been fucking people the whole time he was messing around with Jeongguk. “We’re in the drama club together.”

“Oh,” Jeongguk shakes his head, rips his gaze away from Taehyung and back to Bogum. “That’s cool. How did you get into that sort of stuff?”

As soon as Bogum starts speaking he looks back to Tae, watches how his eyes light up, how his lips curve in an easy smile. Alec is talking, Tae nodding along with his soft voice, encouraging him to keep speaking. Is that how he looks when he’s looking at Jeongguk? Does he normally look that happy, that engaged? Or is it just Alec?

“You know,” Taehyung rests his head in his hand, leaning towards Alec in a flirtatious manner, “I’ve been thinking about the night at the party.”

Alec’s face turns red, redder than Jeongguk’s ever gets. He’s annoyingly cute, Jeongguk thinks. He can see why Tae likes him. He’s short, unlike Jeongguk. Taehyung probably likes his sub to be smaller than him, not all muscled like Jeongguk is. Someone he can pick up, not someone who can pick him up.

“I- have you?” The other boy squeaks. Jeongguk looks down into his water glass as he takes another sip.

“Mm.” Taehyung hums, voice low. “Can’t stop thinking about your little moans. How good you felt wrapped around my cock.”

Jeongguk nearly chokes on his water as he hears that voice, that deep, wanton tone that Jeongguk had foolishly thought was especially for him. Oh, how wrong he was.

“Taehyung,” the other boy hisses, still blushing. “Geez,” he laughs, shaking his head. “You really are an animal.”

“Jeongguk,” Bogum’s voice calls to him. Jeongguk whips his head around, the tips of his ears reddening as he realises that he has been completely ignoring his so-called date.

“Shit,” he mutters. “Sorry, Bogum-hyung, I zoned out."

“Indeed,” the other man agrees, not bothering to disguise his blatant amusement. He leans towards Jeongguk, gestures for him to move closer as well. He whispers in his ear, “I don’t think you’re doing a very good job of making Taehyung jealous by staring at him, you know.”

Jeongguk pulls back with a blush. “I- uh... What do we do?”

“I said I was an actor right. Watch.” He grins, pulls back and raises his voice to regular volume. “You know, I was surprised when you came over to me at that party. I had been checking you out before then.”

Jeongguk blinks. "I- uh- really?” 

“Really.” Bogum nods. “You were just so cute. How could I not spot you from across the room?”

Jeongguk chances a glance over to Taehyung, is pleasantly surprised to see him watching the two of them as he quickly looks back to Bogum.

“I- that’s why I came over. I mean, because you’re cute too. Or, hot, or you know. Yeah.” 

Jeongguk is evidently not an actor.

Bogum laughs, eyes twinkling. “You’re adorable. I definitely want to see you after this if you’d like, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk opens his mouth to respond, but before he can he wrenches forward, shock lashing through his spine and making him grab the table for support as the toy inside of him springs to life, vibrating strongly inside of him.

“Are you okay, Jeongguk?” Bogum frowns, act gone as he watches the younger’s face turn pink.

“Yeah, Jeonggukkie.” Taehyung’s deep voice is close, close to his ear and Jeongguk has to shut his eyes and take deep breaths. “You’re looking a little flushed.”

“I- I’m fine,” he bites out, not looking at Taehyung, instead glancing up at Bogum who looks genuinely worried. “I’m fine, I just got a- cramp. In my leg.” He pats his right leg.

“Don’t you hate it when that happens?” Taehyung is grinning across the table from him, Jeongguk can hear it in his voice. The vibrations grow stronger and Jeongguk bites down hard on his lip as the toy nudges against his prostate. His cock had grown soft after so long with no new stimulation, but it is rapidly hardening again, the material of the panties soaking at the front as it steadily pumps pre-come into the same stained spot as before.

Just then their food arrives. Jeongguk, who has taken to staring at the tabletop, jumps when a burger slides in front of him. The thing is massive and dripping with grease and how the fuck is Jeongguk supposed to eat while his prostate is being abused like this?

He focusses on his breathing as the others dig into their food, on taking in oxygen and expelling carbon dioxide, on trying not to get too aroused. He could come like this if he lets himself, he thinks. The sensation is maddening, too much but not enough. If he just… presses back…

“Jeonggukkie?” He looks up, lips parted, to see Taehyung’s staring back at him with an innocent expression. “Are you not going to eat?"

Jeongguk can’t speak. He’s getting close, staring at Taehyung’s lips as he wraps them around a straw, swears he sees his tongue flicker out for a second to press against the tip. He watches with a smile as Jeongguk slowly starts rocking back and forth in his seat, movements small but enough to get the sensation more directly on his prostate, enough to start pushing him towards the edge.

“Are you okay, Jeongguk?” Alec is leaning over the table, looking worried. “You’re look like you’re about to be sick.”

If Jeongguk opens his mouth, he’ll undoubtedly moan. Especially when he feels something bearing down in between his legs, spreading them and firmly pushing onto his cock. He whimpers in the back of his throat, head dipping as Taehyung presses the sole of his shoe onto his erection.

“Ah, Jeongguk is probably just nervous that he’s on his first date.” Taehyung speaks, drawing Bogum’s and Alec’s eyes to him. “He’ll be okay, just let him calm down.”

The voices beside him blur into nothing, the world around him disappearing. He’s going to come, Jeongguk realises, is about to come as Taehyung rubs his foot rapidly over his cock, is coming-

He tilts his head forward, jaw slack as he bites down so hard on his lip he is sure that he can taste blood. His cock pulses where it is pressed against his skin, his hands flying down to grab at Taehyung’s shoe, still his movements lest he start screaming in the middle of this diner. He’s ruining the panties, coating them in his cum, which is a shame because he really liked them.

His orgasms ceases, Taehyung’s shoe disappears, but the vibrations do not. In fact, they get stronger, louder, and Jeongguk realises with a jolt that they are audible, the toy buzzing noisily inside of him. He looks up, cheeks hot, just in time to see Taehyung slide over him.

“Baby boy,” he murmurs, hand wandering down to the button of his jeans. “You feel good, baby?”

“Tae,” he gasps, batting his hand away, “Stop, we’re-”

“We’re alone, baby,” he says, tilting Jeongguk’s head up and indeed he sees that the other two have disappeared. When did that happen? What the fuck is going on?

“Tae, please.” He grinds back onto the toy, gasping, moaning quietly. There are still people around, though there is no one nearby which is good because Taehyung is unzipping his jeans and pulling his wet cock out from his panties. “What are you- oh, fuck, Tae.”

“You going to be a good boy and come for me again, Guk?” Taehyung spreads his cum over his cock, stroking it firmly. “Going to come right here in public like a little slut?”

Jeongguk turns his head, buries it into the crook of Taehyung’s neck as he whines, rocking his hips again.

“Gonna- gonna... Tae.”

“I know, pretty.” Taehyung’s voice above him makes his insides flutter. “You're doing so well. You looked so hot I had to send the guys away. No one else deserves to see you like this. No one but me. You’re such a good boy.”

“Taehyung,” he moans into his skin, Taehyung’s grip on his cock tightening as he twists his hand around the head.

“Come for me, Gukkie,” he whispers. He presses a kiss to his forehead and Jeongguk explodes, eyes squeezed shut and electric patterns playing in front of his eyelids as his hips shudder and jerk, sensitive cock thrusting into Taehyung’s hand as the vibrations prolong his second orgasm, making him shake all over. In Taehyung's palm his cock spurts white fluid, though it is admittedly not much so soon after his first orgasm. His eyes are still closed so he misses it when Taehyung raises his hand to his mouth and licks it clean.

The pleasure passes, like everything does, and this time the vibrator is turned off and Jeongguk is left to catch his breath. Taehyung pulls away from him after redoing his pants for him, moves a foot or so away and allows Jeongguk to process everything.

His heart beat slows down. His breathing evens out.

He stands up and hurriedly sidles out of the booth before making a beeline for the door.

“Jeongguk?” Taehyung stands up too. “Jeongguk, wait! Shit!”

Jeongguk starts running, running as best he can with a fucking sex toy in his ass. He hears Taehyung’s footsteps behind him, hears the waitress yelling about him needing to pay as Jeongguk bursts through the entry and out onto the street.

He runs a couple of blocks before the sensation becomes too uncomfortable and he slows to an awkward hobble, ignoring everyone around him. He must look a mess, a distraught college boy, limping with a flushed face and watery eyes. He doesn’t slow down until he gets to the dorm block, until he gets to his home and is inside, slumping against the door.

It isn’t long before Taehyung bursts into the room too, looking mighty relieved to see Jeongguk.

“Geez, what were you thinking running off like that?”

“Fuck you.” Jeongguk spits out, angrily ripping his shirt off, buttons popping open. He doesn’t even care, doesn’t even give a fuck if that was the best shirt he owned. He wants it off, wants it all off, wants to forget anything ever happened.

“Jeongguk, what are you doing?” Taehyung puts his hands up, palms out like he’s a rabid animal he’s trying to tame.

“Fuck off.” Jeongguk shucks his pants off, now only in the lingerie, ignoring Tae’s wide-eyed stare. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you do that? In public, in front of our dates? What the fuck- is wrong with you?” He yanks the camisole off next, hears it tearing as he is less than delicate while pulling it over his head.

“Jeongguk,” Taehyung puts his hands down on his bare shoulders. “Calm down, baby.”

“Don’t call me that.” Jeongguk snaps, pushing Taehyung’s hands off of him. “And stop touching me, and just stop, okay? Why don’t you go chase after Alex or whatever the fuck his name is.”

“Oh, you mean Bogum’s boyfriend?”

Jeongguk blanches, says, “What?” Taehyung sighs and gestures to the couch.

“I have some things to explain. Sit down with me?”

Jeongguk purses his lips, not moving. Taehyung chuckles.

“You’re such a handful.”

“Fuck you.”

“Oof, so feisty, Guk. You’re not going to be obedient like Alec?”

It’s meant to annoy him and it does, does more than that as it sends a pang to his chest. He looks away, frowning. Taehyung sighs and comes over to him. “Come on baby, let’s get you dressed and cleaned up, yeah?”

“Stop calling me that,” Jeongguk hisses. “I’m fine like this.”

“You want to keep the vibrator in then?” Taehyung tilts his head to the side. Jeongguk just glares at him as a response, stubbornness moving him to the couch and he sits despite the fact that he’s wearing nothing but soiled panties. Taehyung looks extremely amused as he joins him.

“So, what the fuck do you want then?” Jeongguk’s voice is tight and aggressive, arms crossed over his chest protectively. Suddenly, Taehyung doesn’t seem so amused as he sighs.

“You’re going to hate me.”

“Jokes on you, I already do.”

“Listen, Jeongguk.” Taehyung fixes him with a sincere gaze that his him shutting his mouth, petulance disappearing as his gut swirls uneasily. “I wasn’t joking before. Alec is Bogum’s boyfriend.” When Jeongguk only blinks in response, he elaborates. “I know them both from the drama club. They’re both great actors, in case you didn’t notice. I asked Alec for a little favour, asked him to help me make you jealous.”

"You what?” Jeongguk gapes at him.

“Alec isn’t a sub, Jeongguk. He’s asexual, in fact." He purses his lips, cheeks starting to turn pink and Jeongguk is so very lost. "When you rejected me the other day... It hurt, Jeongguk. It really hurt." Jeongguk winces, especially when Taehyung presses his hand up to his chest like his heart is aching. "It hurt, but what hurt more was that I knew you were just denying your feelings. I knew."

Jeongguk opens his mouth, closes it again, looks away. It's not like he can lie about it now, so instead he says nothing.

"I was feeling bitter, so I decided to tease you a little bit. I asked Alec to test his acting skills with me at that party. I know," he says when he glimpses Jeongguk's twisted expression, "it was wrong. I’m sorry. I was sort of not thinking straight. I didn’t expect that you were going to go and ask out Bogum though. But I thought it would be funny to see you struggling to convince me you actually like him, so I just went along with it.”

Jeongguk swallows, nauseous as he goes over everything. “So you just manipulated me then?”

Taehyung looks down at his knees, huffing. “I guess I did. I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“So the whole time in the diner they knew… about… you know?”

Taehyung looks up then, rapidly shaking his head. “If you mean the vibrator, then no. That was my little secret. But they both knew that I was into you, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they figured it out.”

“How could you humiliate me like that?” Jeongguk looks away, not wanting Taehyung to see him cry once again. He’s had enough of crying, of looking weak all of the time.

“Jeongguk, I’m sorry.” Taehyung sounds choked up as he says it. “Like I said, I wasn’t thinking straight. In my mind things were going to go a little differently.”

“Like how? How could that possibly have gone any other way? You humiliated me in front of my date!”

“Yeah, in front of your fake date!” Taehyung says defensively. “Come on, Guk, I know you only asked him out to make me jealous too.”

“I did not,” Jeongguk scowls.

“I mean, Bogum told me that that's what you said, but whatever.” Taehyung waves his hand in the air, a nerve in his jaw ticking. “I don’t want to fight with you, Jeongguk, I want to fix things for us.”

“What us? There is no us!” Jeongguk growls, but tears are freely falling down his face as he tilts his head forward. “You’re just the hot dom who gets anyone you want and I’m the guy you get to fuck around with on the side. Don’t you call that an ‘us’ because it isn’t anything.”

Large hands wrap around his hips, pulling him over, struggling, into Taehyung's lap. Jeongguk watches with wide eyes as Taehyung determinedly pulls him down by the back of the head and connects their lips in a fierce kiss that shocks Jeongguk into stilling.

“T-Tae?” He asks against his lips, shaking, not wanting to continue in case he takes this the wrong way.

“Jeongguk, you are the most oblivious person I’ve ever known. Don’t you see how crazy I am about you? My eyes are always on you,” Taehyung murmurs against his lips, kissing them in-between sentences. Jeongguk trembles, pushing at his shoulders until there is breathing distance between them.

“But- you slept with Alec.”

“Didn’t I just say that he’s Bogum’s boyfriend?” Taehyung quirks his lips. “I didn’t sleep with anybody that night, Guk.”

“Really?” He whispers, hopes rising despite his pessimistic struggle to keep them down.

“Jeongguk, I haven’t slept with anyone since about a month after you moved in to this dorm,” Taehyung confesses, eyes boring into his. “How could I? I’m living with the perfect man. I don’t want anybody else.”

“Sh-shut up.” Jeongguk pushes him lightly back into the couch, face warm. “You don’t mean that.”

“See what I mean?” Taehyung smiles softly as he thumbs at Jeongguk’s lips. “So oblivious. I’m in love with you, Guk. I can’t believe you haven’t figured it out.”

Jeongguk shakes, head falling down to Taehyung’s chest as he sobs. Taehyung coos above him, wrapping his arms around him and squeezing him. “Don’t cry, baby. It’s okay.”

“So you- you really like me?” Jeongguk asks through his tears, nose running, eyes red. Taehyung smiles, looks at him like he put the sun and stars in place and says,

“I do. I really like you.”

“I- I really like you too,” Jeongguk says, wiping his nose with the back of his arm, laughing.

Taehyung smiles, but it’s weak. His own eyes are glossy and Jeongguk frowns, reaching up and wiping his cheek when a tear spills over the brim.

“What’s wrong, Tae?”

“I just- I’ve been dreaming you’d say that to me for a long, long time.”

Jeongguk frowns instantly. He stares into Taehyung's eyes for a moment, seeing months of hurt there and he is struck with such guilt that it makes more tears overflow from his own eyes. "Tae," he clutches at the front of his shirt, "Tae, I'm so sorry."

"What? Why?" 

"Because I messed up, Tae. I should never have done all of this shit with you when I knew you liked me." He sniffles and wipes at his eyes. "God, I'm such a shitty friend. I hurt you."

"Ah, Gukkie-ah." Taehyung pulls him back close again, hugging him to his chest. "It's okay. I knew you liked me back, even if you didn't know it. You're so obvious."

"Sh-shut up. Arrogant asshole." 

"You know it's true." Taehyung shrugs. "It just sucked waiting for you."

"Sorry," Jeongguk mumbles.

"It's okay. We both fucked up, but we're here now, together. I'm so happy."

"I," Jeongguk sits back with blooming cheeks, "I'm happy too."

“You’re so cute, Jeongguk.” Taehyung's fingers trail up and down his bare back, leaving pleasant tingles in their wake. Jeongguk sighs as he thinks everything over.

“Tae… Can I…” He trails off, biting his lip.

Taehyung gently strokes the skin of the nape of his neck with his thumb. “What is it, pretty?”

“I- Can I be your- or, will you be my Dom?” He looks down, gulping. “Please?”

Taehyung chuckles, immediately putting his fingers underneath his chin and tilting his head back up. “On one condition.”

“Anything,” Jeongguk breathes, terrified by how much he means it.

“You’ll be my boyfriend too.” Taehyung watches with anticipation for Jeongguk’s reaction. The younger boy can only smile, wide and happy as he nods quickly. Taehyung closes his eyes for a moment, whispers, “Thank fuck.”

Jeongguk giggles, leaning forward and capturing Taehyung’s lips with his own. He can’t believe that this is the way things worked out, that after all this drama he’s here on their couch making out with Taehyung, his boyfriend. Not Taehyung his roommate, or his friend, or even his dom. His boyfriend.

Taehyung rolls them over suddenly, pressing into the couch. It makes the vibrator shift inside of Jeongguk and he grunts.

“Okay, now I want to get this thing out of me.”

“You could’ve had it out like ten minutes ago if you weren’t so stubborn,” Taehyung scolds him. “Carry me to the bedroom.”

Jeongguk blanches as Taehyung goes limp in his lap. “Wha- seriously?”

“I’m waiting,” Taehyung teases.

“But… shouldn’t you- don't you want me to be lighter?”

“What?” Taehyung leans back up, facing him with a frown. “What the hell does that mean?”

Jeongguk squirms, uncomfortable. He can’t believe he’s bringing this up, should just keep his mouth shut and pretend like nothing is wrong, but he has spent a lot of his life doing that and it has only led to trouble. So, he says, “You know… shouldn’t a sub be the small one? Don’t you want someone… better?”

Taehyung makes a little noise in the back of his throat as he strokes Jeongguk's hair back. “Idiot." He says the word so fondly that it sounds like a compliment. "First of all, a sub could be the biggest, burliest man in the world. And a dom could be a skinny little twig. That's not what it's about. Beside, didn’t you hear me? I only have eyes for you. I couldn’t care less how big or small you are. Anyway, I like it when you carry me. Your muscles turn me on.”

“Really?” Jeongguk smiles at Taehyung’s mischievous expression.

“Oh yeah. The way you ripped your shirt off before? I got an instant boner. Feel.”

“Taehyung!” Jeongguk whines, wrestling his hand away as Tae tries to guide it to his crotch, giggling. “You’re so weird, hyung.”

“Only for you, baby. Now carry me to the bedroom, hurry up.”

Jeongguk scoots forward on the couch until he gets a decent grip on Taehyung and then stands, hoisting him up. Taehyung makes an elated noise that makes Jeongguk’s heart swell.

“Uh, which bedroom?”

“Mine,” Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to answer, legs tied around Jeongguk’s waist. “I don’t plan for us to be coming out for a while and I have all of the fun stuff in there.”

Jeongguk ignores the spike of heat in his belly and instead focusses on the first part of Tae’s sentence. “And how long is a while?”

“Who knows? Could be days. Do you think we could survive on a cum-only diet?"

“Gross,” Jeongguk mutters, unceremoniously dropping Taehyung on his bed. “You’re disgusting.”

Taehyung bounces as he settles on the bed and says, “Hey, it’s protein, right?”

“Shut up.”

“Don’t get nasty with me, brat." Taehyung's tone dips. "This is a cute, lovey-dovey moment, but now that you’re officially my sub I won’t hold back anymore.” Jeongguk swallows, uneasy. He had thought perhaps that Taehyung had already stopped holding back, but apparently not. “Now, my pretty boy, lie down on your stomach.”

Jeongguk does as he’s told.

“Mm, I’m so happy that this ass belongs to me now,” Taehyung murmurs as he clasps Jeongguk’s cheeks in his large hands, pulling them apart and letting them go, watching them jiggling and listening to Jeongguk’s breath hitch. He likes the sound of that, likes the idea of belonging to Tae. No one else. Only him.

Taehyung peels the panties off and tosses them aside. Jeongguk watches them fall with a forlorn look that Taehyung laughs at. "Don't worry, Gukkie. I'll buy you more."

Jeongguk blushes. "Where'd you even get all of this shit anyway?"

"A sex shop. Where else?"

"You mean you actually... walked into one? And bought stuff?"

Taehyung laughs as he grabs the vibrator by its base, gently twisting it. "Course. We're not all cripplingly shy like you are." He starts to pull the toy out, sighing when Jeongguk flinches. “Fuck, you’re hot. You did so well today, baby. Can’t believe how quiet you managed to be.”

“T-Tae, please.” Jeongguk whines, wiggling his ass. “Take it out. It’s too much."

“Too much, Gukkie?” Taehyung pulls the vibrator out until it’s just up to the tip before pushing it back in, ignoring Jeongguk’s strangled groan. “How are you going to take my cock if this is too much for you?”

Jeongguk snorts. “You’re not that big, hyung.”

“Oh Guk, I know.” Taehyung smirks behind him, Jeongguk can hear it in his voice. “But neither is this thing.”

Jeongguk realises that he never actually saw the vibrator and he hisses when Taehyung pulls it out of him completely, his hole clenching as the cool air hits it for the first time in hours. He twists over his shoulder to look and-

“Fuck,” he mutters, Tae holding the vibrator up for him to see. It’s not very big at all, not even as wide as Taehyung’s two fingers were, only the bulge at the top reaching that width. “But it felt so big.”

“It doesn’t surprise me.” Taehyung drops the vibrator on the bed. He uses one hand to spread Jeongguk's cheeks apart and slaps his fingers down over Jeongguk’s hole a few times, making him flinch and moan. “You’re basically a virgin, Guk.” Jeongguk supposes that he’s right, but he still pouts anyway.

“‘M not a virgin.”

“Either way, I’m going to stretch you out some more. I want you to enjoy this.”

Jeongguk wants to tell him that he’d enjoy anything if it’s with him, but instead chooses to preserve his pride and keep silent as Taehyung slowly pushes two lubed-up fingers into him. They slide in rather easily after his hole has been filled all day and Taehyung wastes no time, immediately pumping the digits in and out, stretching them and further loosening the muscle.

Jeongguk wiggles and writhes on the bed, so much so that Taehyung slaps his ass and tells him to keep still.

“Fuck- can’t Tae. It feels too good.”

“What? You want me to tie you up?” 

“Mm-f, hyung.”

Taehyung chuckles and stands up, fingers leaving him empty again and he whines. “Patience, princess.”

Jeongguk watches, grimacing as the lube in his ass grows cold, while Taehyung rifles around in his cupboard where he keeps his ‘supplies’. He pulls out a length of rope and Jeongguk wonders what he’s planning.

“Guk-ah, have you ever heard of Shibari?”

Jeongguk shakes his head, breath hitching just at the way Taehyung says his nickname, his deep voice thrumming against his mind and soul, making him desperate.

“It’s a Japanese rope-tying method. It’s really erotic for both the person doing the tying and the person tied up. It takes a long time though, sometimes hours.” He wanders over to Jeongguk, gesturing for him to kneel. He grabs him by the jaw, pulling him forward. “I don’t know about you, Jeongguk, but I can’t wait for you much longer. I have to have you.”

“I- me too.” Jeongguk breaths, mouth open in Tae’s hold. “I want your cock, hyung.”

Taehyung closes his eyes, breathes out through his nose. “I know you do. That’s why I’m only going to do a simple tie. But one day I want to do a full session with you. How does that sound?”

As he speaks, he guides Jeongguk around, bringing his back to him and pulling his arms behind him. Jeongguk shudders as he feels the ropes twisting around him in seemingly random movements.

“How do you- How do you know all of this?”

Taehyung chuckles at his innocence. “As we’ve established, I’ve been doing all of this for a while now, Guk. I’m a pretty fucked up guy, when you think about it.” At Jeongguk’s silence, Taehyung pauses in his tying and leans forward, pulling Jeongguk’s head gently so that they’re face to face. “I can’t help who I’ve been with. But from now on, I only want you, you got that? No one else.”

Jeongguk nods, eyes fluttering shut when Taehyung kisses him. It’s euphoric, kissing Taehyung, and Jeongguk doesn’t care if he’s addicted. He’s happy to be hooked on Taehyung.

Time passes. Jeongguk can see why Taehyung says that this can take hours. He can feel the knots and ties as Taehyung works, pressing against his skin at particular spots. Jeongguk would think he'd lose his excitement in this time, but instead he feels his head growing heavier and heavier as the ropes start to tighten. It's intense, the way his hands pull behind his back and the ropes press into his skin, never too hard or in an uncomfortable way. It's somehow peaceful, he thinks, sitting there while Taehyung's hands travel over his body. After what feels like an hour, but was probably only ten minutes, Taehyung pulls the ends of his rope tight and suddenly all of the loose wrappings pull together and the rope forces Jeongguk’s arms so that they’re locked behind his back. The feeling, the constriction, the vulnerability, it’s extreme and he feels his head swimming, but Taehyung isn’t done yet. He grabs more rope, does more tying and threading, this time around Jeongguk’s hips. The ropes wrap around his thighs, just under his cheeks, framing them. Taehyung takes the time to tie a knot that sits right over his balls, teasing and pressing against them if he’s at the right angle. He then continues upward, weaving a pattern on the side of his hips so that there are three parallel lines of rope holding his cock up against his belly.

Again, Taehyung pulls the ropes tight and the feeling as everything constricts makes Jeongguk’s vision dance, spots of light flickering across the room as his cock aches where it is held tight against his skin. It isn’t so tight that it hurts, but tight enough that he almost comes as the rope rubs against his frenulum.

Taehyung stands back, admiring his handiwork. Jeongguk trembles, kneeling on the bed. Taehyung gently trails his fingers up along his spine, noting how turned on he is, clearly getting some sort of high from it himself because he pushes Jeongguk none-too-gently, watching with dark eyes as he loses his balance and topples onto the bed. His hands tied behind him, he falls onto his chest, his head tossed to the side.

“Fuck, Tae.” He whispers, cock dripping onto the sheets. “Fuck, I’m... Tae-”

“Sh, baby.” Taehyung wraps his fingers around the rope between Jeongguk’s hand and pulls, effectively lifting Jeongguk’s upper body off of the bed for a moment before letting him fall back down. “Fuck,” he bites out. “How’s that baby? Going to hold still for me now?”

“Un- Tae.” Jeongguk isn’t sure that he has ever felt this way before, so turned on, almost high with lust. “Please, fuck me.”

“We’re getting there, pretty.” Taehyung sounds distant as he rubs his hands over Jeongguk’s ass again. He grabs his lube bottle off of the bed, dispensing plenty onto his fingers and warming it up. While he does, he flicks the rope that is wrapped around Jeongguk’s cock, the whole thing almost vibrating and Jeongguk flinches, whining in the back of his throat. His mewls are cut off as soon as Taehyung’s fingers enter him again, the feeling of being full now coupled with the restriction of the ropes and it is all Jeongguk can do not to fall apart right then and there.

Taehyung must be losing his own patience because he quickly inserts a third finger into Jeongguk. The burning stretch as his hole is forced open makes Jeongguk hiss, but he doesn’t ask Taehyung to slow down. If anything he wants him to speed up, desperate for him to fuck him after all of this time.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me, Jeonggukkie. You’ve always given me everything I asked for.” Taehyung spreads his fingers, relaxing the muscles inside of him, getting them ready. “I’m going to pay you back, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good tonight.”

Jeongguk is quaking, legs unsteady where they’re holding him up. “Please, hyung. Please.”

Taehyung growls, ripping his fingers away and cursing as he quickly goes to his nightstand, clattering and banging as he retrieves a small packet. Jeongguk watches, eyes dilated.

“Hyung,” he calls, Taehyung faltering at his tone.

“What is it, Guk?”

“Hyung, don’t.” He glances at the condom. “Pl-please. I want- oh god, I want to feel all of you. I- If you haven’t been with anyone else… I got tested after… you know. I just- want you in me. Please. Please, I need to feel you inside of me, all of you. Want you to cum in me, hyung."

He slurs his words, a testament to how gone he is at this point. He might as well be drunk, his tongue heavy in his mouth, his vision swaying even though he's still. He would never speak like that in his normal state of mind, so whiny and desperate, and it’s something Taehyung will tease him about later, but that’s only because Jeongguk doesn’t notice the way Tae's knees almost give out from underneath him at his words.

Taehyung tosses the packaging aside and discards his clothing in a matter of seconds.

“Jeongguk…” he runs his hands over his skin, his tone nervous, “don’t you wish that our first time was more… normal?”

Jeongguk’s mind is swampy, his head in a fog. He’s fully up in subspace and Taehyung should know better than to ask him a serious question at this stage of the night. Still, Jeongguk knows that he can't wait anymore. 

“For fucks sake…” he groans. The rope on his cock has been driving him mad for so long now and he’s all worked up and just… Taehyung could be asking to fuck him in a tiny closet of someone else's house at a shitty party and Jeongguk would bend over for him right then and there. “Just fuck me, Tae, it’s all I need. Please. We can do it normally- ah, any time. Fuck. I’m going to come in a second and I want you inside of me when I do. Please.”

Taehyung doesn’t need any more convincing, snarling as he presses the tip of his cock up against Jeongguk’s hole. He squeezes some lube over his cock, not even bothering to warm it up and hissing as it spreads over his skin and then he’s pushing forward, entering Jeongguk for the first time.

Jeongguk comes as soon as he starts sliding in, moaning loudly, arching his back as best he can with his arms tied. His cock spurts thick, white fluid all over Taehyung’s sheets and he has already come twice today, yes, but it’s like his body knows that this is for real this time, this is Tae’s cock he’s coming on and it needs to be done right.

“Fuck, Guk,” Taehyung chokes out. “Fuck, that’s so- god.” He finishes pushing in to the hilt, panting as he waits, Jeongguk’s ass clenching around him rhythmically as he rides out his orgasm.

“Ta-ae-hyung. Oh my fucking god, Tae.” Jeongguk is practically seizing on the bed, the ropes constricting his cock enough to keep it hard against his stomach. “Oh my god, Tae.”

“You good, baby?” Taehyung trembles, clutching so hard onto Jeongguk’s hips that he will undoubtedly leave bruises there. “Can I move?”

“Please,” Jeongguk gasps, and that’s all Taehyung needs. He slowly pulls back till just the tip of his length is engulfed, marvelling at the way Jeongguk’s ass seems to clench down on him, seems to pull him back in and he quickly obliges, thrusting forward slowly. Jeongguk writhes again and Taehyung is murmuring comforting words, not fucking him rabidly despite Jeongguk’s wishes that he would. They have plenty of time for normal sex later. Jeongguk wants Taehyung, all of him.

Taehyung must sense this because he quickly gives up on his gentleness, working up a steady pace that has them both moaning in unison. His cock is everything that Jeongguk thought it might be, is giving him the exact sort of mind-blowing pleasure that makes him wonder how he ever though of himself as an exclusive top. Why would he ever stop himself from feeling this beautiful sensation, from feeling Taehyung filling him full.

“Fuck, Gukkie. Your ass is so perfect. So fucking tight.” Taehyung gasps, hips shuddering every few thrusts. “I’m not going to last, Guk, you feel so fucking good.”

“Tae- Tae, you, you’re fucking me so well,” Jeongguk moans out. “So good, I'll come again if you keep going.”

“Yeah, baby?” Taehyung asks breathily, thrusts starting to speed up. "I don't think I can last that long." He pauses for a moment, cock pressed all the way into Jeongguk and the younger boy takes the moment to breathe, to appreciate how nice it feels to split open, to have Taehyung inside of him. Tae shuffles forward, the angle changing when he thrusts again and it's too much.

“Ugh- oh, Ta-a-e.” Jeongguk’s moans his name, his voice catching with each slamming thrust against his thighs. The knot against his balls and the rope rubbing just under the head of his cock have him on the edge again, Taehyung’s cock sliding across his prostate and making fireworks explodes in his head and Jeongguk knows this is it. He’s only 22 but he knows he is never going to find another person like Taehyung, no one will ever be able to make him feel so good, so physically, mentally, and spiritually satisfied.

“Fuck, Guk, I’m going to come,” Taehyung pants out, thrusts stuttering. “Gonna come.”

Jeongguk can’t form the words he wants to at this point, can only groan as he pushes back onto Taehyung’s cock. Taehyung pauses his thrusting and Jeongguk sees the way his head drops, hears how he groans, feels his cock pulsing in his ass before his thrusts continue, fucking into his own cum as he grunts.

Jeongguk whines when he pulls out. He is exhausted, he’s spent, and yet he doesn’t want Taehyung to stop, doesn’t want to feel empty again. Still, he’s glad when Taehyung turns him over, helping him as he moves his heavy limbs up so that he’s sitting up against the bed head, arms still helplessly held behind his back. Taehyung leans over him and kisses him, deep and loving and Jeongguk feels it. They kiss until their lips come to a natural stop, tongues intertwined lazily until Taehyung pulls away.

“Stay there, pretty boy."

“More?” Jeongguk groans out. “I can’t take any more.”

“Didn’t I say I’d reward you tonight, baby?” Taehyung grins as he wonders back to his supply cupboard. Jeongguk gulps when he walks over holding a weird cylinder with a white bulb at the end.

“What- what is that?” He stutters as he sees Taehyung plug it into the wall. What sex toy needs a power outlet, really?

“You don’t know what this is? Don’t you watch porn?” Taehyung laughs to himself, leaning down to kiss a confused Jeongguk again. “You really are so innocent, Gukkie.”

Jeongguk doesn’t even have the energy to protest that, jutting his bottom lip out instead.

“You should stop pouting like that, Guk.” Taehyung gets up on the bed, kneeling beside him. “I’ve never told you this before, but every time you do that it makes me want to wreck you.”

Jeongguk tilts his head to the side, shudders as Taehyung kisses down his neck. “Tae…”

“This is a Hitachi magic wand.” Taehyung pats the large device in his hand. “I think it was originally sold as a back massager. Surely you’ve seen videos of girls using it before?”

Jeongguk gapes at it. “Do they… you’re not going to put that… inside, are you?”

Taehyung giggles, eyes squinted. “No, I’m not going to fuck you with it, Guk.”

Jeongguk pouts, but then thinks better of it and turns his head away. Taehyung kisses his cheek and then flicks a switch. The device starts buzzing and Jeongguk turns back in time to see Taehyung press the bulbous end to the head of his cock.

“Oh fuck!” Jeongguk flinches away, the vibrations way too strong, especially in his already overstimulated state. “No,” he groans as Taehyung follows him down, keeping the wand firmly pressed to his cock. “No, Tae.”

“No?” Taehyung’s voice is back to its usually domineering edge, cocky and arrogant. “Doesn’t it feel good? Be honest, Gukkie.”

“It’s- it’s- good, it’s too much.”

“But you said it’s good, right? Then why would I stop? I want to make you feel good, Jeongguk.”

“Taehyung…” He writhes in place, flinching away but he has nowhere to go. He’s pressed against the bedhead, hands behinds his back, cock tied in place. He kicks his legs, but Taehyung moves up and sits atop his thighs, keeping them pinned. Now when he presses the vibrator down he truly can’t escape and it’s so intense that Jeongguk is almost screaming for him to stop.

“Oh, so loud, baby? It must feel good, hm?”

Tears brim in his eyes and spill over his cheeks, Jeongguk sobbing moans out. It is good, it is, but, but it’s so good that it’s too good, is starting to overwhelm him and Taehyung is relentless, mouth twisted in a sadistic grin as he watches Jeongguk suffering.

“Going to come?” He asks.

Jeongguk doesn’t even get a chance to answer him. He blacks out, hearing his own screaming cries.

When he comes to, it’s to Taehyung flipping him over and untying the ropes, the wand still plugged in, sitting beside them.

“I’m hard again, Guk. You were so sexy just now, how could I not be?”

“Tae, I can’t take anymore.” He sounds wrecked, is wrecked. Maybe he should’ve asked Taehyung to do things normally tonight, he thinks, but he knows that he wouldn’t trade this, knows that Taehyung will only do things that make him feel good.

“Just one more thing, baby. I know you can do it. I know you can make me come. You want to make me come, right?”

Jeongguk can only moan in response, tears still streaming down his face as Taehyung finally gets the ropes around his arms undone and they fall loose. He feels blood rushing into the spots that were constricted, the odd tingling sensation almost orgasmic in and of itself.

He feels Taehyung’s cock against his hole again, the tip entering him but no more. Jeongguk waits, and waits, and then turns his head to see Taehyung watching him.

“Why-” he rasps, voice almost unrecognisable, “why did you stop?”

“You want to make me come, don’t you? Why should I do the work? Hurry up and make me feel good."

Jeongguk sobs into the sheets as he clutches at them, arms heavy, head heavy, but still he presses back, moaning as Taehyung’s hard cock fills him again.

“You know what’s the funny part?" Taehyung's hands rest on his ass, helping to pull him back and forth but not thrusting, standing still. "Since I’ve already come once I’m probably going to last a lot longer. That’s good, right?” Jeongguk whimpers as he presses back and pulls away, back and forth, Taehyung’s cock still stretching him as his ass gets used to the size. “Fuck,” Taehyung mutters. “Fuck your ass looks good, sucking my cock in. It’s like you were made to take my cock, Jeongguk.”

Taehyung, at his leisure seeing how Jeongguk is doing the work, albeit slowly as he presses back, pulls forward, presses back, pulls forward, reaches over and grabs the wand. Jeongguk thrashes immediately. He’d been wondering why Taehyung hadn’t untied his cock and now he knows. He’s going to torment him further. Indeed, he switches the wand on and bends down, reaching around and pressing it up against the head of his cock again.

“I didn’t ask you to stop, did I?” He growls, slapping Jeongguk’s ass.

“Tae- Tae, it’s too much.” He sobs into the sheets, clenching down on Taehyung’s cock. The wand is pulled away for a moment,

“Remember your colours, Gukkie.” Tae's voice is soft, back to its normal cadence and it jolts Jeongguk to consciousness ever so slightly.

It hadn’t even crossed his mind to seriously ask for Taehyung to stop, let alone use a safeword. It’s not necessary, he thinks. Taehyung won’t hurt him. He’s sure testing his limits, but Jeongguk is happy as he is, happy if Taehyung is happy.

“Don’t- Ah, Tae-”

When Taehyung figures that Jeongguk isn’t going to safeword out, he growls, grabbing him by the hips with one hand and thrusting into him savagely and pressing the wand back to his cock. “God Guk, you’re so perfect.”

Jeongguk doesn’t come again, the sensations too overwhelming and his cock all out of cum to give. Instead, it’s almost like he’s in a perpetual state of orgasm, constant shockwaves of pleasure racking his body, no give, no time for him to rest. He endures it, moaning until his voice dies, shaking and waiting until finally Taehyung snarls, dropping the vibrator and coming into his ass, again filling him with his seed.

He pulls out, Jeongguk collapses onto the bed. He flinches when Taehyung pulls his cheeks apart, stares at his reddened hole as come oozes out and he hears Taehyung make a noise that sounds a lot like a whimper before he starts untying the ropes around his hips. Jeongguk would be horrified if he had half a functioning brain, but instead he just watches with half-lidded eyes as Taehyung scoops some of the cum off of his abs and puts his soiled fingers in his mouth.

"Ah, baby boy," Taehyung pulls him over the middle of the bed, cuddling up to him. Jeongguk is limp, unable to press back into Taehyung's hold just yet as much as he wants to. "You did so well. So beautiful. You're a good boy, Gukkie." Jeongguk just hums, chest heaving as he recovers. All the while Tae strokes his skin and murmurs into his ear. "You know I didn't mean it when I was mean to you, my little Guk? You're so special to me. I would never ever mean those things."

Eventually Jeongguk's head does clear and he turns over, wrapping an arm around Tae's waist. 

"Ugh, everything hurts."

“Fuck, Jeongguk," Taehyung breathes out. "Fuck, that was- God, was I too… I feel like I was too intense. It was your first time- or you know, your first time in a while and I shouldn’t have been so full on.” Taehyung hovers over him, fingers stretched out like he wants to touch his face, but hesitating.

Jeongguk reaches up, limbs protesting but he fights through the lethargy to grab Taehyung’s hand and bring his fingers to his lips, kissing each one.

“It was perfect, Tae. Don’t worry so much.”

Taehyung swallows, fingers shaking as he gently cups Jeongguk’s face. “Are you sure? I didn’t go too hard?”

“You went way too hard.” Jeongguk rasps, throat dry, laughing as he speaks. “It was still perfect.”

“Okay. Okay, good.” Taehyung sits up. “I just really love you and I don’t want to hurt you, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk’s weak heart flutters and he closes his eyes. Taehyung brushes his fingertips over his eyelids, humming. “You’re beautiful. Don’t fall asleep on me. Okay, baby? We need to clean up.”

“No, Tae.” Jeongguk sleepily grabs his wrist, keeping him from leaving. “Clean up tomorrow. Wanna sleep.”

“Jeongguk, you’ll regret it when you wake up, trust me.”

“Don’t care.” Jeongguk tugs insistently at his limb until he relents, falling down beside him. “Just cuddle now. Besides, it’s an excuse for shower sex, right?”

Taehyung laughs, stroking his hair. “You’re so perfect. What’d I do to deserve you?”

“Are you kidding?” Jeongguk opens one eye, closing it almost immediately. “You’re like a god, Tae. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.”

Taehyung makes a funny noise and again Jeongguk opens his eyes to see him blushing. He chuckles, lazily brushing his hands over Taehyung’s cheeks. “Cute, Tae.”

“Shush, you." When Jeongguk's hand falls back to the sheets, he laughs. "C’mon, kiddo. At least get under the sheets with me.”

“Fine,” he mumbles as Taehyung lifts his comforter up, forcing himself to move underneath it.

“It’s going to smell so bad in here by tomorrow.”

“Don’t care.”

“You hate it when I have bad breath. Imagine how bad it’ll be tomorrow.”

“Tae, sleep.”

Taehyung leans over and kisses him until he falls asleep.

--

Jeongguk wakes up to the smell of burning.

He sits up, joints aching, body bruised.

Smile on his face.

He limps out to the lounge, chucking on one of Taehyung’s larger shirts, the fabric settling at the top of his thighs, and wrinkling his nose when he feels dried cum around his ass. Taehyung was right, it’s gross, and he does sort of regret not taking a shower when it was offered.

He is confused when he doesn’t find Taehyung standing in the kitchen. He is even more confused when he fails to see any evidence of his cooking, benches practically spotless.

The front door swings open. Taehyung walks in, whistling, abruptly stopping when he sees Jeongguk standing there.

“Fuck.” He sighs, head drooping. “I wanted to- damn it. Why aren’t you sleeping in as late anymore?”

Jeongguk cocks his head to the side. “I guess my body knows that the smell of smoke means that you’re up.” He hobbles over to Taehyung, looking into his bags. “You went shopping?”

“Yeah..." With a resigned sigh he admits, "I was going to pretend like I made these.” He holds up a plastic container of store-bought pancakes.

“You really think I was going to buy that?” Jeongguk raises an eyebrow as he drops them back into the bag.

“No. But you would’ve laughed. I like seeing you smile.”

Jeongguk scowls, turning away. “Don’t say that shit.”

Taehyung drops his bags, wrapping his arms around Jeongguk’s shoulders. “No promises. Now give me my good morning kiss.”

Jeongguk, either shy, embarrassed, stubborn, or maybe a mix of all three, turns his head further away.

“Baby,” Taehyung whines, pouting behind him. “Come on.”

“Morning breath, Tae.”

“I don’t care about that.”

“You were just complaining about that last night!”

“Come on. Gukkie?” Taehyung kisses his neck, slowly pressing his tongue against his skin. “Baby boy?”

Jeongguk growls, turning around and grabbing Taehyung’s head, pulling him down into a quick, firm kiss that makes their teeth clash together.

“There, happy?”

Taehyung frowns. “What was that? You call that a good morning kiss? Here, let me show you how to do it properly.”

“Tae-” Taehyung captures his lips, immediately flicking his tongue out to lick against them. Jeongguk parts them automatically, unable to help his moan as Taehyung's tongue slides over his own. He presses forward until Jeongguk’s back hits the bench, Taehyung lifting him by the hips and hoisting him to sit on it, grabbing his ankles and wrapping them around his waist. Taehyung ravishes his mouth and Jeongguk is only along for the ride, whimpering as he not so subtly starts to grind against Taehyung’s crotch.

“Fuck,” Taehyung says as soon as they break apart, a string of saliva connecting their lips before it, too, breaks. “Now that’s a good morning kiss.”

Jeongguk is already halfway to his headspace, rutting against his crotch and Taehyung grins.

“Now come on baby, we can’t have sex without cleaning you up and having breakfast.”

“But Tae…”

“No.” Taehyung flicks his nose. “Shower. Breakfast.”

Jeongguk huffs, hopping off of the bench as he does what he's told. “Fine.”

Taehyung chuckles, smacking his ass as he walks towards the bathroom.

“Good boy.”