such a beautiful view

[baekri]

such a beautiful view (or 4 times taehyung got jeongguk off rocked his world)
taegook
2514 words

jeongguk’s fingers are splayed out on the slippery tile. he’s panting, head down, water hitting the back of his neck and rolling down his collarbones. it hits the floor of the shower loudly, which is good because it means he doesn’t have to try as hard to mask the tiny sounds that slip through the cracks every so often. his focus isn’t there. it’s split, teetering somewhere in between keeping his balance and focusing on how good this feels because fuck.

he’s been needing this. he’s been waiting for this all day, because he’s been so completely and unreasonably horny for at least the past six hours that it was making his skin crawl.

it’s different now. it’s impossible for it not to be, because he knows what it’s like. he knows what it feels like to have more than just his own hand getting him off, and the thought is enough to send a fresh bolt of heat up his spine. his teeth catch on his lower lip, biting down because the memory of yoongi’s tongue is fucking sinful.

sinful enough that he almost regrets not just stopping by the music shop on the way home instead of walking home with taehyung and jerking off in the shower.

almost.

he’s getting there, and fast. it would be annoying, would be a little embarrassing if it weren’t for the twinge of anxiety that lingers underneath the surface. it’s a quiet hum, a small reminder that taehyung is close. he’s just outside the door, a matter of feet away. and the last thing jeongguk wants him to know is what he’s doing right now.

(what he does almost every time he showers, these days).

taehyung.

he closes his eyes tighter, secures his grip around his cock to speed things along even more. the slide is slick and fast and good and the pressure is building steadily now. he focuses on it, chases it, the release that he needs to take the edge off, at least.

taehyung.

he’s too close to stop now. he’s too far gone to slow down, even when images start flashing in his mind that he doesn’t ask for. things like the shirts that taehyung wears to sleep, too loose, wide, scooping necklines that show off his collarbones. things like the way that his gaze gets when he’s focused at work, dark and direct. things like his voice, low and smooth and just a little husky and things like the tiny freckle on the left side of his nose and fuck, fuck –

taehyung.

he can’t bite down any harder without drawing blood, but he does it anyway. it hurts, but he’s desperate. desperate not to let anything out as the pleasure swells, the wave starting to crest.

taehyung, his mind is screaming at him. taehyung, taehyung, taehyung.

and then he comes like a fucking freight train. he comes so hard that his vision flashes white and his knees start to buckle.

fuck.

his balance shifts off-center and his mind is still far gone, too blissed out to do anything about it. his fingers slip against the wet tile, too slippery to find purchase. the loud thump as he slips and falls right on his ass echos in the small space, the assault of too many sensations at once sending him into something like shock until –

“jeongguk?!”

that voice. jeongguk has to physically force back a groan, and instead he pulls himself together.

“y-yeah, i’m okay! i’m fine. i just, used too much shampoo and i slipped. i-i’m okay.”

a moment of silence passes between them before taehyung decides that he’s satisfied enough.

“just be careful in there, alright?”

jeongguk makes a sound of agreement, but he doesn’t relax until he hears taehyung moving again, until he knows that he’s gone back to whatever he was doing and finally he can breathe.

it’s only then that the reality of the situation starts to settle in. he lets his head fall back, gently knocking against the wall of the shower as he tries not to think too hard about the fact that he just jerked off and had, undoubtedly, one of his best solo orgasms ever while thinking about his roommate. his friend. his savior. his too-many-things.

fuck.

» » »

they’re taking it slow.

that’s what jeongguk is thinking, what he’s trying to remind himself even if it seems ridiculous when taehyung is pressed too close, crowding his personal space in the corner of their couch and kissing him breathless.

it isn’t the first time. jeongguk has lost count of how many times he’s kissed taehyung, how many times taehyung has kissed him by now. he could drown in it. he would like to drown in it, in the warmth that radiates off of the older boy, the way he drags everything out of jeongguk with every soft bite of his lips, how he sends something tingling all the way down to his fingertips and a stupid, giddy kind of happiness bubbling up in his chest.

it’s different this time. it’s different because they aren’t spending long, long minutes kissing slowly, giggling and laughing into each other’s mouths with eyes crinkling at the corners and teeth bumping occasionally when they get too careless. this time, taehyung is straddling him the best he can, one knee bent and firmly pressed next to jeongguk’s hip, keeping himself steady. this time there are fingers at the small of his back, curled into the thin fabric of jeongguk’s shirt, pulling him up, closer, and fuck.

fuck.

taehyung kisses him with a slow kind of intensity. it’s a burn that works through him steadily until he’s on fire from the inside out, that crawls through his skin and every slide of his tongue, every soft murmur he makes fans the flame.

it feels like they’ve been kissing for hours, and jeongguk is a livewire. every part of him is on alert. his head is spinning because he’s dizzy, high off of taehyung and the way that he feels. he’s full in the best way, in every way possible. he’s never felt so good.

he’s never been so desperately, ridiculously turned on in his entire life.

“taehyung.”

jeongguk doesn’t even realize he’s speaking until the words have already left his lips, breathless, more a whisper than anything else. almost not there at all. he can feel the way that taehyung is grinning, pressed against the sensitive skin on the column of his neck now, slow, open kisses that drive him just as crazy as everything else.

because taehyung touches. he touches everything and everywhere, his fingers skimming whatever he can find. running over jeongguk’s sides, his stomach, his back. his shoulders, his chest, fingers smoothing and rubbing along his clothed thighs, squeezing and making his eyelids flutter.

jeongguk needs this. he’s aching for it, for something. but they’re taking it slow.

they’re taking it slow, and taehyung’s fingers are sliding just under the waistband of his jeans, teasing at the skin there. they’re slipping lower, teeth lightly scraping against his neck. jeongguk tips his head back and taehyung follows, leaning forward to tug at his earlobe with those teeth.

“jeongguk.”

taehyung’s voice is hot. it’s hot and sinful, it’s insane just like the slow, teasing drag of his fingertips over the front of jeongguk’s boxers. the touches are deliberate. too light. nowhere near enough, but they’re constant. they never stop, even for a moment, all the while he’s still mouthing at jeongguk’s neck, biting and sucking soft marks, nosing his way up the curve of his jaw to drown him in more of those deep, all-consuming kisses.

jeongguk has never been brought to the edge so slowly, so completely. taehyung doesn’t stop. he doesn’t stop even when he has jeongguk panting, pulling back just enough to look into his lust-blown eyes, lips still close enough to feel every breath.

“taehyung.” jeongguk tries again, and his voice is a mess, all breathy and shaking. taehyung is staring at him, drinking in every expression, matching his breaths.

“tae, i’m, i-i’m gonna-”

“i know.”

taehyung cuts him off, his voice low, concentrated. he’s never sounded so sexy and jeongguk has never come so hard in his life.

» » »

jeongguk’s phone rings at ten o’clock on the dot. he resists the urge to roll his eyes or even give a good-natured snort of laughter, because taehyung is a ridiculous person.

but he still answers the phone.

“you are a ridiculous person.”

he can practically hear taehyung pouting, but he smiles, because taehyung is still adorable and beautiful and manages to light up his entire world even from one hundred and forty eight miles away.

“daegu is great, i guess. i mean, everything is the same,” taehyung is saying an hour later, after he’s recounted all of the tales of everything that’s happened to him since he woke up. it’s their first time being so far apart from each other, taehyung’s first time back home since they met. jeongguk knows how important it is to him.

“next time, you’re coming with me. my mom wants to meet you, she won’t stop cooing over your pictures. maybe the attraction is genetic.”

jeongguk snorts, and they fall into a brief, comfortable silence.

“i miss you.”

taehyung finally breaks it, and jeongguk things that he can hear that pout again.

“we’ll see each other again in a few days, it’s not that long.”

“jeongguk.”

there’s something in taehyung’s tone that has jeongguk’s instinct spiking. his body is reacting faster than the rest of him, too fast. something in his stomach is pulling and no. no way. taehyung wouldn’t be trying to start something like that, would he?

this time the silence is sort of expectant, and jeongguk decides to nip this in the bud before it starts.

“taehyung, you are not trying to have phone sex with me.”

“what if i am?”

“we are not having phone sex.”

roughly ten minutes later, jeongguk has one hand down the front of his sweatpants, fingers around his cock, jerking himself off to the sound of taehyung’s voice.

fuck.

he kind of hates himself, because really? why is he doing this? but it’s impossible to resist. it’s impossible to wrap his head around anything else when taehyung is talking to him like that, in those low tones that he knows send shivers down jeongguk’s spine.

and when he starts describing all of the filthy things he wants to do to him, right down to every last detail, jeongguk can’t pretend like he doesn’t want this.

it’s stupid, how fast and how hard he lets himself fall into it. it’s ridiculous, but he can’t fight it. he doesn’t want to, and it feels like it takes no time at all before he’s tipping his head back against the pillow, moaning and coming hard all over his hand.

it feels less stupid when he hears taehyung following close behind, low groans of jeongguk jeongguk jeongguk that make his head spin.

he swears that he can hear taehyung chuckling, sleepy and sated when he dozes off without pressing the end call button.

» » »

taehyung has been throwing him looks all day. there’s been something there, a familiar tension hidden in the way that he slides his fingers down jeongguk’s side as he moves past him in the shop, the way he licks his lips slowly and namjoon has to ask him for the weekly report three times before he gets it right.

it’s no surprise when they’re all over each other the second they get inside the door, heated kisses and fingers that can’t move fast enough, clothes that are mostly off and everywhere, leaving a trail to the bedroom because waiting is too inconvenient.

jeongguk fucking lives for this. he can’t help it, can’t help but be greedy for it, every single thing about it because no matter how many times he gets taehyung like this, he’ll never get used to it.

he’ll never get used to the way that taehyung kisses him. the way that taehyung looks when he’s hovering over him, dark and serious. the way that it feels to touch every inch of his smooth skin, to bite those perfect collarbones and examine the way that they’re dotted with blossoms of reds and purples afterwards. taehyung always did say he loved his teeth, and jeongguk loves putting them to good use over and over again.

it’s intoxicating. everything about it is, from the sound of groans and heated breaths pressed against his shoulder to the constant push and pull of taehyung inside him.

it’s perfect. taehyung is perfect. he’s the most perfect thing jeongguk has ever seen, the most perfect thing he’s ever had, and fuck.

fuck.

“taehyung.”

he gasps his name out and taehyung groans, pushing at the backs of jeongguk’s thighs until he has his calves resting over his shoulders. he leans closer just as jeongguk moans, fingers scrambling and gripping hard at taehyung’s biceps. nails dig in just barely, because the new angle has him fucking into jeongguk deeper, hitting all the right spots just like he always does.

“taehyung, tae - i’m gonna, ah-”

taehyung nods, pressing their foreheads together. he’s breathing hard and his brow is furrowed in concentration, one hand moving from it’s position next to jeongguk’s head to between their bodies. he finds jeongguk’s cock effortlessly, stroking him fast and with a purpose that makes the younger boy’s toes curl.

“together, okay?”

taehyung is breathless, ruining jeongguk in the best way but still he manages to nod. it’s like fire is rushing through him, filling up his lungs, choking him until he can’t breathe and taehyung is getting him there, exactly where he needs to be.

jeongguk can’t hold back anymore, and he doesn’t. he comes hard with a groan of taehyung’s name, drowning in everything about him. losing himself in his touch, his voice, the way he tastes, the way he smells, the way it feels when he feels taehyung tripping and falling off the edge right with him.

amazing.

it’s the first thing that comes back to him, the only thing jeongguk can think when the world starts to settle around him and the pleasure fades to a lingering kind of buzz that he doesn’t want to shake off.

taehyung is still breathing heavily, forehead still pressed against jeongguk’s. when he opens his eyes he looks satisfied. in awe. happy. everything all at once.

there’s a brief moment of silence between the two of them. a pause before taehyung is smiling, that amazing, ridiculous rectangle smile where his eyes disappear into practically nothing and something is squeezing hard in jeongguk’s chest.

taehyung laughs, a breathless little chuckle that gets jeongguk following suit because it’s infectious. because everything about him is infectious and he loves the way that it feels when he kisses him and taehyung laughs into his mouth, filling him up until he overflows.

taehyung, his mind is screaming at him again.

taehyung, taehyung, taehyung.

and fuck.

he might be falling in love.