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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Jeon_Jungkook/Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope
  Character:
      Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Jung_Hoseok_|
      J-Hope, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Park_Jimin_(BTS), Min_Yoongi_|_Suga
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Sexual_Content, Underage_Sex, Recreational_Drug_Use, Alternate
      Universe_-_High_School, Underage_Smoking, Marijuana, Top_Taehyung, Bottom
      Jungkook, Praise_Kink, Phone_Sex, Mutual_Masturbation, Dry_Humping,
      Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Dry_Orgasm, Dirty_Talk, Rough_Sex, Face-Fucking,
      Needy_Jungkook, Light_BDSM, taehyung_calls_jeongguk_a_lot_of_petnames,
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, small_plot??, like_if_u_squint,
      Jungkook_Is_a_Little_Shit, Exhibitionism, Begging, Friends_With_Benefits
  Series:
      Part 1 of Highs_and_Lows
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-11 Words: 7333
****** I Can Make You (Cry For Me) ******
by officialmaknae
Summary
     Being stoned makes you do a lot of things. Like fuck Jeon Jeongguk
     for instance.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Taehyung doesn’t know why it started, but it wasn't like he was going to fight
it.
He’s sitting in Namjoon’s basement with his friends, the smell of marijuana
thick in the air from the joint that’s currently being passed around. His chest
is light, the drug making his movements feel weightless despite the heaviness
of his limbs.
Jeongguk’s laying on the floor, Hoseok straddling his waist. Their mouths are
molded together, and their breathing would have been audible had it not been
for the stereo system beating out a mellow song with a catchy hook.
Most of the boys barely spared a look towards the two on the floor, as they
tended to get handsy and hormonal when they smoked. It was why Taehyung refused
to smoke with either of them alone. In actuality, they seemed to be secretly
relieved that at least they weren’t witnessing any real sexual acts. On more
than one occasion, Hoseok had failed to grasp why blowing Jeongguk in front of
them was a complete violation of allowed PDA. They could handle seeing the
faint stirring of hips together. After all, it wasn't as if they were all over
each other all the time. They simply worked out their frustrations on each
other when they were stoned, no strings attached. Yeah, the others could
definitely deal.
But for some reason, Taehyung’s inebriated mind found the image of Jeongguk and
Hoseok strangely arousing. Every time Hoseok would rut his lithe waist against
Jeongguk’s, the younger boy’s head would jut up in pleasure, his mouth rounding
out as he made small gasps and moans. It wasn’t like Taehyung could hear them
over the music, but the thought of them alone was enough for him to feel the
slightest throb in his pants.
He felt his cheeks flush when he realized how completely disgusting he was for
watching them. He could easily watch Yoongi and Jimin play Mario Kart,
bickering and laughing over the game, like he normally does. After all, Yoongi
often blamed Jimin’s perception of him cheating on the fact that he was more
than a little baked, making Jimin require more than just himself for a witness.
Hoseok seemed to have gotten Jeongguk riled up enough for the younger boy to
allow him to hitch one of his legs up on his waist. It slotted in place,
Jeongguk wrapping it further around Hoseok’s lower back to pull him closer in
order to gain more friction. Taehyung could see Hoseok’s lips curl into the
slightest smile, but he thinks that he would smile at this, too, if he were in
Hoseok’s shoes. Jeongguk is ever stubborn when it comes to talking about sexual
encounters with the other boys, even though they’ve all had them. When they had
met the youngest boy a year ago, he almost seemed revolted at the sound of
bottoming, but after the numerous times they have witnessed him grinding down
onto Hoseok’s cock openly, they knew better than to believe the boy’s pathetic
attempt of protecting his own ego. Taehyung didn’t even know why he attempted
to save face anymore when he resisted Hoseok’s initial tries at hooking his
legs around him. He really was stubborn, it seemed, and Hoseok must be good in
bed to have him submit like this. Unless it was all a game to him.
Jeongguk’s hand slid up Hoseok’s chest, pushing him away so that their
unfocused eyes could meet. He mouthed something, his hand curling into a gentle
fist on the older’s collar. His words were slow, and though they were drowned
out by the too-loud music and the others talking lowly and laughing, the
seduction is almost tangible, dripping from Jeongguk’s lips. He looks
especially alluring, his mouth slick with spit and his eyes only half-open.
Hoseok seems to like whatever was said, a particular sensual thrust of his hips
against Jeongguk seeming to be a reward. Jeongguk arcs into it, his neck
becoming vulnerable. As if beckoned by it, Hoseok’s mouth falls into his
throat, sucking and pulling his skin between his teeth. From the way Jeongguk
has his head turned, Taehyung has a clear view of Jeongguk’s face, mouth agape
as his senses are assaulted by Hoseok. His eyes flutter gently before slowly
opening. His gaze meets Taehyung’s, and even in his debauched state, he has the
audacity to smirk at his hyung.
Taehyung’s stomach sinks and feels as if it finds a new home in his knees, but
he can’t tear his eyes from the younger boy. Jeongguk seems to realize this,
his spine forming a beautiful curve and his hands coming to tangle into the
hair at the base of Hoseok’s neck. Taehyung’s dick does more than twitch at
this, at the thought of Jeongguk enjoying being watched, behaving like such a
good little boy for Hoseok while really putting on a show for him. Perspiration
teases at his forehead, the room becoming increasingly hot as Hoseok’s hand
slides down Jeongguk’s chest, down between the defined V of the boy’s waist, to
cup something just out of Taehyung’s sight, blocked by Hoseok’s thighs.
Jeongguk keens, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth, giving Hoseok a look
of absolute pleading.
God, he’s such a slut for this. Kinky bitch.
“Okay, time to get a room,” Seokjin announced, throwing a lighter in their
direction. It hit Hoseok.
Taehyung seemed to be pulled out of his daze, becoming aware that he had been
blatantly staring at them for the past ten minutes and becoming even more aware
of the suddenly painful dilemma he had in his jeans. He sat up straighter,
closing the wide space between his knees. Thankfully, Jeongguk seemed to be the
only one that had caught his obvious gawking, and as Hoseok pulled away to say
something back to Seokjin, something he heard but couldn’t remember, he met
Taehyung’s eyes, his tongue coming out to wipe saliva off of his lip, the
movement slow and deliberate. He was quick to save himself, though, because as
soon as Hoseok’s eyes were back on him, his attention returned to him,
promising him that it was all his.
But Taehyung knew better, watching the two scramble up from the floor, fingers
loosely tied together as they stumbled into the only bedroom in the basement.
It was the unofficial fuck room, dubbed so by the repeated use of Jeongguk and
Hoseok. Taehyung was glad for the thumping music now, knowing it would drown
out their noises as it normally did, and he was quickly coming back to himself
as much as he could with smoke still circling him. He rolled his head back onto
the couch cushion, groaning quietly as Jimin declared for the third time in the
past hour that Yoongi was cheating.
Standing in Namjoon’s kitchen later that night, Jeongguk had surfaced from the
room, now sober and fucked out. He seemed to have wanted something to eat as
well, and Taehyung had quickly moved over so that he could look into the
refrigerator as well. He tried to ignore the undeniable smell of sex and sweat,
the two hanging deliciously off of Jeongguk’s skin. It didn’t help that the
boy’s jeans were still unbuttoned from where he had just yanked them on, his
tee shirt still wrinkled from where it had been thrown onto the floor
carelessly.
“Sorry if we were distracting you earlier, hyung,” he said, sounding as if he
wasn’t sorry at all.
Taehyung turned his head to meet him face-on, now being able to pick out
individual hickeys all down his throat. One peeked out at him from underneath
Jeongguk’s shirt. He bet there were more out of his range of sight.
Jeongguk’s lips quirked in a smile, drawing Taehyung’s eyes back to meet his.
“No, you weren’t distracting me,” Taehyung said, his low voice and easy tone
causing Jeongguk’s eyes to widen in surprise. He turned to face the younger,
their almost even heights a perfect analogy for the power struggle in the air.
“You can’t be a distraction when I was watching you in the first place.”
“So you liked watching me?” Jeongguk asked, voice attempting to regain his
valor.
“Almost as much as you liked me watching, babydoll,” was Taehyung’s smooth
answer. “Because I saw you being so obedient after you realized that I was
watching.”
The younger’s eyes fluttered shut for the slightest moment, as if breathing in
Taehyung’s words.
“You have Hoseok tied all around your little finger, don’t you, angel?” He kept
on, advancing towards Jeongguk as he was backed into the island in front of the
refrigerator. “But he doesn’t know you were just putting on a show for me back
there, does he? I wonder how he would feel, knowing that you were being such a
good boy because you knew you had an audience. Have you told Hoseok about your
little exhibition kink, Jeongguk?” Jeongguk’s eyes were glossed over by now,
the after-effects of the cannabis drawing him into another warm haze at
Taehyung’s words. It wasn't like him and Hoseok were dating - they just fucked
- but Taehyung's words still had the same effect. “Or were you thinking that
you could just tease me with no consequences?”
“I’m sorry,” he breathed, his body starting to curve towards Taehyung’s in
submission. “I didn’t mean t- “
“To tease hyung?” He offered, and Jeongguk nodded. “How can you even lie to me
like that? Tch, it seems like Hoseok really has no idea how to restrain you,
doesn't it? You should be more careful, Jeongguk-ah, before I show you how it
is acceptable to behave around me.”
The younger boy’s head hung, offering complete control, and Taehyung wanted to
smirk in victory.
He turned his back on him, grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator,
and then bounding back up the stairs to where him and the others, excluding
Hoseok, were hustled together for a movie marathon.
 
Taehyung’s eyes watch Jeongguk over the next few days, and he thinks that the
boy is enjoying the game that they have formulated, as he continues to tease
Taehyung. Kissing Hoseok with renewed fervor each time they’re smoking
together. He doesn’t ever look directly at Taehyung, but the older knows, he
knows that when Jeongguk licks into Hoseok’s mouth, it’s exaggerated so that
the actions are clear. He thinks that the boy must be a glutton for punishment.
Right now, Taehyung’s in the basement alone. The other boys had been with him a
few short minutes ago, but in a stoned haze, Namjoon had decided that it would
be fun to cook dinner for them. The others, agreeing that it would be something
fun to do, had followed him upstairs, but Taehyung stayed behind. He’d rather
sit and close his eyes, listening to the soft music they had left on,
complemented by the noises and sounds of laughter coming from the cracked
basement door.
He’s really beginning to imagine what music would look like as a tangible thing
when he hears the door open. It creaks back into place once whoever had come
down releases it, and Taehyung knows from memory that it’s back to only just
allowing the smallest flicker of light in. There’s footsteps coming towards
where he is, but he can’t be bothered to open his eyes right now. A pair of
thighs seat themselves on his lap, hands coming to grip at his head, and he
knows.
“Hyungs are busy,” Jeongguk mutters, and Taehyung opens his eyes the slightest
bit to see the boy sitting above him, the tilt of his neck making him seem
taller.
“Yeah?” He asks, smiling slightly. “What’s that have to do with me, baby?”
Jeongguk’s lips are just out of reach, his forehead coming to meet Taehyung’s
as he settles down and sits back on his haunches. Then Jeongguk’s letting out a
whine, pushing his face up so that Taehyung could catch the spoiled pout of his
mouth. He pushes down onto the older boy, and Taehyung can feel how aroused he
is. He just now comes to the realization that since Jeongguk took the first hit
an hour ago, he hasn't touched Hoseok since. Hoseok hasn't seemed to mind,
though, because sometimes they simply didn't feel like fooling around. How long
had Jeongguk been waiting to get Taehyung alone?
“Ah, ” Jeongguk groaned, hands locking up even at such small pleasure. “T-
Taehyung…”
Taehyung’s hands slide onto Jeongguk’s hips, his legs becoming more apart to
support them. He presses the boy’s waist down again, pulling them at an angle
towards him to create the type of friction that Jeongguk really wanted.
He goes weak, his face caving into Taehyung’s throat even though the pace he's
set in is slow and purposed. Then, Taehyung is tilting his head back to rest
against the cushion, rapidly growing harder against Jeongguk’s ministrations.
The younger boy sits up straighter, sitting at an angle that has him tugging at
the nape of Taehyung’s neck, causing his head to lift forward, their lips
catching in an almost lazy kiss. Jeongguk’s sucking the other boy’s bottom lip
into his mouth, biting on it tenderly, and one of Taehung’s hands finds it’s
way lower onto Jeongguk’s thigh, his fingers digging into the jean. He wants to
know how his bare thigh feels, but he knows that they probably won't have time
for that. Even now, he can smell cooking meat from upstairs, and knows that
they don't have much time as it as.
Taehyung lifts up into his movements, the force of the contact growing stronger
and quicker, Jeongguk now barely lifting up at all, settling instead for them
grinding steadily against the other. Taehyung’s tongue has completely made him
submit into the kiss, having just enough focus on the kiss to mimic a weak
reciprocation, but he seemed to be too caught up in whimpering and keeping his
hips moving down against Taehyung.
“Hyung, I'm - s-shit,” he says into the older’s mouth. “I'm close.”
“Want hyung to make you cum?” He asked, increasing the pressure he pressed into
Jeongguk’s hips.
He his lip, a tremble passing through him for a moment, before he was nodding.
“Yeah.”
“Ask me nicely, Jeongguk-ah, and I'll let you see the stars,“ he told him, and
Jeongguk’s grip turned iron.
“Oh, God, hyung, please,” he breathed, arching up so that he could hit at a
better angle. “Please let me cum.”
“Gonna cum for hyung without him even touching you, baby?” He looked up at the
long column of Jeongguk’s neck, still marked over from Hoseok’s mouth, and saw
him nod erratically. “Such a good boy for hyung, aren't you? Cum for me,
angel.”
Jeongguk moans as he grinds down, his breathing scattered, but Taehyung forces
him to keep his hips moving until he's whining from oversensitivity, but
Taehyung is so fucking close. He's kissing at the younger boy’s collarbone,
biting down on the bone, and Jeongguk’s hips jerk down, and he's done for. He’s
moaning lightly into his neck while he cums, the low sounds sending vibrations
through Jeongguk’s abdomen.
Taehyung sits back once he finishes, running his hands up and down Jeongguk’s
thighs in a relaxed manner. No sooner than they've caught their breath is
Seokjin calling them up for dinner.
“Be right there,” Taehyung calls back, and Jeongguk is detangling himself from
him. His legs seem weak, almost tripping over his own feet as he tries to turn
towards the door. “Careful. Don't want hyung to have to carry you, do you?”
Jeongguk doesn't say anything back, but he's flushed, and that's enough for
Taehyung.
When he follows the younger boy upstairs a few minutes later, he spots Jeongguk
coming from the bathroom, likely cleaning up the cum in his underwear. Taehyung
meets his gaze as they pass in the hallway, and he winks at the boy, eyes still
glazed over from the pot and the orgasm.
 
The week-long fest of staying at Namjoon’s house came to an end when his
parents came back from their business trip a few days later.  Taehyung returned
to his own house, the overly manicured lawn and too-bright shutters nearly
blinding him. His mother’s kisses still felt like an excessive amount of
lipstick, and his father’s questions about how his friends were still felt like
a script. He bounded up to his room, closing his door behind him and flicking
on his own stereo to a classic-rock station. The end of spring break looked him
in the face, the books he should have read while he was away mocking him from
their pile he had set them in a little over a week ago. He blamed it all on his
severe case of senioritis, and wasn’t planning on curing it any time soon.
Besides, he only had three months left of school or so. He deserved a little
bit of kick-back time, and his week at Namjoon’s hadn’t counted.
He booted up his trusty desktop, digging around in his stayover bag as he
waited for it to wake up. His hands closed over the little plastic baggie he
had bought from Namjoon, searching even further for his wraps. After finding
what he wanted, he straightened up in his seat, and reached forward to lift his
window up enough to let air circulate. He rolled up a nice joint, lighting it
just as his computer decided that it was ready to function. Lemon flavor
clinging to his lips from the wrap, he logged onto his Skype. Almost
immediately, he was receiving a call.
Incoming video call from Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok.
He grabbed up his headset, fitting it over his ears, before clicking Answer
with video.
“Jesus, Taehyung, just have yourself a party, then,” Hoseok commented, looking
at the camera while Taehyung took a deep drag from his joint.
“I will, thanks,” he replied cheekily, blowing his smoke directly into his
webcam. “We down for League tonight or what?” He was already pulling up the
program on his computer, connecting to the server.
“Yeah, hang on, let me send you an invite,” Yoongi said, and they could hear
typing from his line.
“When will you stop abusing your keyboard?” Namjoon asked, and Hoseok
snickered.
“Hey, Namjoon, know what I’m doing?” Yoongi asked him, seeming completely
unbothered.
“What?”
“Minding my own business,” he said lazily. “Know what you need to be doing?”
“Shut up,” Namjoon growled, irritated at his joke.
Taehyung got a notification from Yoongi shortly afterwards.
It wasn’t odd for them to play well into the morning, and this occurrence was
no exception. It was a good bit past three when they finally called it quits.
Taehyung was glad they had, as he feared that he was laughing a bit too hard
and talking a bit too loud for his parents to be sleeping peacefully. They bid
each other good night, talking about sleeping, and Taehyung left the call. His
joint was half-smoked, him putting it down earlier before he reached the high
where he didn’t want to focus. He left it where it was, knowing he would smoke
the rest of it eventually, and he made his way towards his bed, pulling off his
shirt and loosening the belt of his jeans before pulling them down and off.
He reached towards his phone, planning on scrolling through a social media site
of some sort before dozing off. He was reading an article about some rapper
when his phone started vibrating in his hands.
Incoming call from Jeongguk.
Tentatively, he pressed Accept Call, holding the device up to his ear.
“Hello?”
“Hyung, hey,” the other boy breathed into his phone. “What’s up?”
“Jeon Jeongguk,” Taehyung told him disapprovingly. “You call me at a quarter to
four in the morning asking me what’s up? You’re very disrespectful, risking
waking me up like that.”
“You were active on Messenger,” he laughed lowly. “Besides, your sleep isn’t
all that important, is it? Not when you could be talking to me.”
“And what’s so great about talking to you?” The teasing bite of Jeongguk’s
voice had Taehyung’s cock piquing in interest.
“What's not? I'm always funny, telling you things you didn't know, entertaining
you, really, the list is endless.”
“I could think of a lot more interesting things that your mouth could do
besides talking.”
“Yeah?” He asked, voice catching in his throat.
“Yeah,” he mused, and he could almost see Jeongguk holding his breath. “It's
something that's been on my mind for quite some time now.”
“Tell me, hyung.”
“Oh, no, angel, you don’t tell me what to do. Ask hyung nicely, won’t you?” He
smirked into the darkness.
“P-Please, tell me, hyung,” he whispered.
“Tell you what, baby?” Taehyung’s voice was sickly sweet, as if he genuinely
didn’t know. He heard Jeongguk whine.
“Please,” he choked, “tell me what I could be doing with my mouth.”
“There are so many possibilities,” he told him, his eyes closing as he focused
on the boy’s breathing from the other line. “You could be sucking me off, which
is something I would find great pleasure in making you do. You have such a
smart mouth, I wonder if you give head as well as you give attitude. I might
fuck your throat if you’ve been bad, and you do tend to be a disobedient brat,
don’t you, angel?”
“Yes, hyung," he groans.
“Are you touching yourself, Jeongguk?” Taehyung asks.
“Y-Yeah,”comes the response.
Taehyung nearly moans at the mental picture that gives him. “What are you
thinking about that’s got you so worked up, babydoll? Tell hyung.”
“You, hyung,”Jeongguk gasps into the phone. He’s breathing heavily now, and
Taehyung imagine that he’s been touching himself for a while now if he’s
already this wrecked. He can imagine him in his bed, bottoms pushed down his
hips just low enough for him to gain access to his cock, stroking his hand
slowly and purposefully along the member, teasing himself.
“Be more specific for me, baby. What are you thinking about?”
“Your c-cock,”he struggles over the words, fighting with his own stubbornness,
and Taehyung imagines that Hoseok isn’t often so assertive with the younger
boy.
“You want hyung’s cock?” He asked, his hand coming to stroke his member through
his underwear. He wants to groan as his fingers ghost over the tip, the
pressure just enough to have a damp spot of precum to soak through the
material. Jeongguk makes a noise of confirmation. “Use your words.”
“I want your cock,” he concedes, sounding exasperated.
Taehyung’s hand is wrapping around his shaft now, Jeongguk’s blatant admission
making him hotter than he expected. He loftily tugs at it with a tight fist,
spreading around the precum for an easy slide.
“Want me to fuck you, darling? Is that it?” He asks Jeongguk slowly, asks
Jeongguk deliberately.
“Please, hyung, yes.” He’s outright moaning into the phone now, his small gasps
and chokes making Taehyung that much harder, his brain heady with arousal by
now.
“Beg for me, Jeongguk-ah,” he instructs. “Let hyung know how badly you want his
cock.”
He hears something akin to a sob at the other end, and then Jeongguk is
speaking rapidly, tripping over his own words in his haste.
“I want you to fuck me so badly, hyung, please - want your cock in me, want you
stretching me out so good, fucking me so good. I’m so hard for you, hyung,
wanna cum just at the thought of you fucking me.”
This makes the edges of Taehyung’s vision white with pleasure. He sucks in a
breath, pressing his thumb into the head of his dick and hissing. “There you
go, angel. Such a good boy for hyung. Telling hyung how needy he is.”
“Please, Taehyung, I want to cum.” Him asking permission to cum causes Taehyung
to go delirious with satisfaction, his wrist flicking more rapidly to reach his
end. There’s already a pull at the apex of his hips, a steady building of his
orgasm.
“You’ve been such a good boy, babydoll. Cum for me,” he allows.
“Taehyung - fuck - y-yeah,” he stutters. “Hyung, s-so good.” His breathing is
everywhere, heavy in Taehyung’s ears. He’s moaning as he cums, strong throaty
groans slowly turning into oversensitive whimpers as he finishes.
It’s the boy’s noises that are what really send Taehyung over the edge. They’re
almost as good as hearing them directly from the source. His hips are canting
up to meet his hand as he starts to spill all over his stomach. His vision gets
spotty, so he closes his eyes to ride out the feeling, breathing lowly into the
phone as he bites harshly on his bottom lip.
When he’s regained control of his lungs, there’s steady breathing on the other
end, and Taehyung almost thinks that the younger boy has fallen asleep, but
then he’s speaking.
“I’ll see you at school, hyung,” he says as a form of goodbye.
Taehyung presses End Call, his body relaxing into the mattress. His mind is
reeling, spinning, and he’s far past pleased. Ignoring the drying cum on his
chest, the post-orgasm bliss pulls him into sleep.
 
When Jeongguk had said “I'll see you at school, hyung,” it wasn't a surprise to
Taehyung that throughout the next week, he barely saw the younger boy. Not
because he was being avoided, but because Jeongguk was in his junior year and
took different classes in different parts of the school. In fact, the only
person from their group of friends that he saw almost every day was Jimin, and
that was only because they were in the same year.
It wasn't until Friday night that he actually got to see him again, as Jimin's
parents had gone to Seoul for the weekend and he had the house to himself. To
Jimin, that meant one thing and one thing only: house party. In his defense,
Jimin's parties were always great. His dealer thought that he was cute, so he
was always able to get a decent amount of weed for the party, guaranteeing a
good time for everyone involved. So it wasn't surprising when Jimin opened the
front door that night, fifteen minutes after the party was due to start, that
smoke was already curling around the living room. Plenty of people were already
there, the atmosphere charged and attentive, and underneath the marijuana,
Taehyung could smell booze.
Yoongi and Namjoon were passing a glass pipe back and forth, but once they saw
Taehyung, they immediately had him join. Since he had arrived, he had seen
Jeongguk and Hoseok join them, already red-eyed and touchy with each other.
Taehyung wasn't bothered, watching their interaction with only mild curiosity.
However, they seemed to gain control of themselves and join into a group talk
with the others.
They're in the middle of a discussion over who attracts the most attention,
when Jimin darts up, saying, “Excuse me, I must go make a scene,” in order to
win. It's a few seconds later that they hear cheers and applause. It's pretty
obvious what he's done when he comes back later with red lipstick all over his
mouth.
This leads the others to jump up, determined to follow their lead and entertain
people to the point of cheers. Before he can get very far, Taehyung grabs onto
Jeongguk’s wrist, pulling him deep into the shadows while the others are
distracted, and leads him up the stairs to the upper floor. There are no people
past this point, as Jimin’s strict about the second floor, but they're an
exception.
“Hyung, where are we going?” He asks, giggling from the speed at which they're
traveling. They're tottering on their feet, hands tangling together as they
only just manage to stay on two feet.
“Shh, Jeongguk-ah,” Taehyung whispers, but it wouldn't matter if they were
screaming at each other, because the music would easily drown them out.
He finds Jimin’s room, pushing the door in and pulling Jeongguk inside. He
closes the door behind them turning and, allowing Jeongguk’s mouth to instantly
find his. Jeongguk tastes faintly like herb, but Taehyung doesn't mind, doesn't
mind at all, because he's being so compliant and good for him, even if he is
walking backwards until Taehyung is towering over him on the bed.
Jeongguk smiles dazedly up at him, reaching out to trace the outline of his
cheek with his finger, but then Taehyung is kissing him senseless again and he
loses all semblances of a train of thought.
They're both breathless within a matter of seconds, the lust bubbling up
between them as if something tangible. Jeongguk is panting when Taehyung pulls
back to drag his lower lip out between his teeth. He's not biting hard, and it
barely hurts, but Jeongguk whimpers, leaning in to close the distance as
Taehyung allows him another kiss. Their mouths are already slipping freely
against one another, making the movements almost sloppy, but neither of them
are near sober enough to care.
Taehyung runs his hands up Jeongguk’s shirt, the skin burning hot underneath,
as his mouth slides up the boy’s jaw, teeth sinking into the skin to make fresh
marks, ones that Hoseok will knowhe didn't make. He has nothing against Hoseok
and Jeongguk's relationship (or lack thereof), but he does want Hoseok to know
that the boy isn't all his. Jeongguk moans softly at each new bite,  relaxing
more into Taehyung’s touch as one of his fingers runs across the younger’s
nipple. He gasps, chest rising into the action, and Taehyung smirks.
“Are you sensitive, babydoll?” He asks, rubbing over the hard nub with the pad
of his thumb. He squirms, face flushing, and that's all Taehyung needs as a
confirmation. “Aw, I'm sorry, angel, but you've been awfully greedy tonight,
soaking up all of Hoseok's attention. You think I'm going to give you mine just
like that? I think you need to squirm a little bit after the way you've acted.”
Jeongguk huffs, but then Taehyung is licking around the bruises he made while
toying with his nipple, and he's back to struggling against his hold. Dropping
his mouth, he places open-mouthed kisses down his neck until he can wrap his
lips around the sensitive bud, holding Jeongguk’s hands loosely above his head
as to not hurt him.
“A-Ah,” he gasps, leaning his head back and his hips bucking upwards into
Taehyung’s crotch, providing delicious pressure as Taehyung had straddled him.
“Be good, Jeongguk,” he warned, teething softly at the nipple. “I would hate to
have to take you over my lap, baby - make you cry.”
Jeongguk moans at his words, complying, and Taehyung knows he likes this idea;
he felt the boy’s pulse jump through the skin of his wrist.
He leaves Jeongguk’s shirt up above his chest, causing the red marks he had
made with his mouth to be clearly exposed, and he reached for the button of the
boy’s jeans. As he shifts himself down lower on Jeongguk’s legs, he pulls his
pants until they're over his feet and off. He's released his wrists by now, but
Jeongguk left his hands above his head, which pleased Taehyung a great deal. He
reaches to palm at the growing bulge in Jeongguk’s briefs, and he keens,
panting out something that sounded like, “Hyung.”
But Taehyung’s too busy leaving kisses along the hem of his underwear to
respond, stroking him through the material. He looks up at Jeongguk, sees how
he has his eyes squeezed shut, and smirks, using one finger to pull down his
briefs. He leaves the restricting article of clothing at the boy’s lower
thighs, just low enough that his member was released, coming up to leave a
trail of precum on the younger boy’s stomach.
“Keep your hands above your head for hyung, okay, babydoll?” He says sweetly,
his warm breath against Jeongguk’s cock.
“Okay, hyung,” he agrees, breathy. “Just, please - “
Taehyung’s hand is around his shaft then, fingers sliding around the head of it
to spread around the slick that he's developed. Then he's properly jerking
Jeongguk off, wrist angled just the right way and his hand so tight and warm
and wet.
He takes his hand away to lick the underside of his cock with a wide tongue,
tracing the prominent vein there. He's taking him into his mouth the next
second, all the way down until his nose his brushing against the coarse hair
underneath the boy’s navel.
“Shit,” he hisses, his mouth falling open so that he could breathe easier.
He watches as Taehyung pulls back, allowing inch by inch to slip out from
between his lips until only the head is left. He sucks on it, his tongue
swirling around in, and he sinks back down. His slow movements are driving
Jeongguk crazy.
“Hyung, I'm sorry,” he tells him. “I'm sorry for being selfish.”
Taehyung doesn't think he's really sorry. After all, he's barely had him in his
mouth at all, and he's already apologizing? No, he can't mean it, and Taehyung
intends to have him crying by the time he's through with him.
He decides to fake him out, humming against Jeongguk’s shaft as he takes him
down his throat one more time, and he moans softly from the vibrations. When he
pulls up this time, he leaves as much in his mouth as he can without choking,
and wraps his hand around the rest, pulling on what he can't reach. It isn't
long before he has Jeongguk rutting him into his mouth, but his hands haven't
moved from above his head, so Taehyung technically can't scold him. He can tell
he wants to move them, though, as his nails are digging into the linen of
Jimin’s sheets, his knuckles white.
“Ngh, hyung, please,” he chokes, voice sounding perfectly wrecked. Taehyung
knows he better stop soon if he wants Jeongguk to hold over, but he wants the
boy to be on the very brink of his orgasm.
When Jeongguk’s cock starts to twitch in his mouth, his uses his fingers to
form a tight ring at the base of his dick, forcing the boy through a dry orgasm
as he continues to torture him with his tongue.
“Oh my God, Taehyung,” he's whimpering, voice shaking from the sensation, and
he's still painfully hard and unsatisfied. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”
Taehyung pulls away from his shaft with a pop, his mouth slick and shiny with
precum and saliva. He sees how his lashes are dewy with the formation of tears,
and he feels pride swell in his chest.
“Aw, angel, are you crying because you're sorry?” He asks, coming up to press
his mouth against Jeongguk’s for one, two kisses. Jeongguk only swallows down a
sob in reply, looking up at him with hazy, pleading eyes. “I still don’t
believe you, sweetheart, and do you remember what hyung told you he would do if
you were bad?”
He shudders, eliciting a small moan at the memory.
“Tell hyung what he said he would do,” he instructs, massaging circles into
Jeongguk’s hipbone, keeping him focused on the task at hand.
“F-Fuck my mouth,” he responds, his voice thick.
“Tell me what you deserve, Jeongguk-ah,” he says, sliding one of his legs
between Jeongguk’s so that he could flip them over, settling on his back. “Go
ahead, baby, tell hyung.”
“Fuck my mouth, hyung,” he tells him, leaning to brush their lips together, but
Taehyung grabs his hair in his hand, pulling him back. He whines, more tears
forming at his eyes. He’s turning into an awfully pretty slut for his hyung,
Taehyung notices, the boy’s face flushed and red, sweat beading at his
forehead, eye’s clouded from the drugs and want. “Please, hyung, I deserve for
you to fuck my mouth.”
Taehyung outright chuckles at this, smirking. He leans up, allowing their lips
to ghost together. “Don’t say it like that, dollface; you’re going to make me
think you enjoy it.”
Jeongguk swallows visibly, his eyes still damp. Taehyung releases his hair,
using his hands to unfasten his jeans and pushing them and his boxers down to
his knees. Jeongguk seems to get the picture, taking over the action with his
own hands and straddling Taehyung’s calves. He leans down to take the head of
Taehyung’s cock in his mouth, looking up to meet the elder’s eyes with an
innocent gaze as he slowly licks up the base. Then there’s a sudden push at the
back of his head, Taehyung’s cock suddenly sliding all the way into his mouth
and down his throat, and he gags.
“Through your nose,” Taehyung reminds him, but he’s already correcting his
breathing.
Taehyung makes it very clear that Jeongguk was not going to have any control
over this at all, holding tightly to the hair at the back of Jeongguk’s head
and restricting his movement to almost none. He’s mainly held in place, bracing
himself with his hands at either side of Taehyung’s hips, while Taehyung uses
his mouth. His thrusts are even and paced, still causing Jeongguk to gag ever
so slightly, but the constrictions of his throat only drive Taehyung to thrust
deeper, chasing the feeling. He watches Jeongguk’s face while he does this,
watches it become red, watches his eyes steadily form tears the longer it
lasts. They only fall when his eyes flutter closed for a moment, two beautiful
tears rolling down the side of his left cheek, one down his right.
Taehyung retracts his dick from Jeongguk’s mouth, relaxing his hold on him in
favor of pulling him closer. He rubs his thumb over his slick bottom lip,
coated in spit.
“You did so well for me, so well for hyung,” he praises, fingers coming to wipe
away the traitor tears. “Hyung forgives you for being so selfish.”
Jeongguk is then pressing their lips together for a messy kiss, pressing his
hips down onto Taehyung’s and the bareness makes it better than ever before.
“Want - Want you to fuck me,” he tells him, kissing him again. “Wanna ride your
cock.”
“Such needy slut, aren’t you, angel?” Taehyung asks, and Jeongguk nods
furiously, sitting up to reach over into Jimin’s drawers. His fingers come into
contact with a foil packet, and he grabs it up, handing it to Taehyung before
digging around for something else. He settles back down when he finds the small
bottle of lube. “Do you want to stretch yourself for hyung, baby? You want
hyung to watch?”
Jeongguk nods his head again, leaning up to slide his briefs the rest of the
way down his legs. He then takes the bottle in his hands, smearing some onto
his fingers and warming it between them before arching himself up, his hand
disappearing from Taehyung’s line of sight. Jeongguk bites his lip as he
stretches himself out for Taehyung, first warming himself up with one finger,
but then easily taking a second. His cock continuously leaks out pearls of
precum, coating his cock as he continues to wind himself up. When he starts to
bounce back on his hand, Taehyung takes his hand out from beneath him, wanting
to groan when he saw that Jeongguk had been taking three fingers.
He’s ripping open the condom packet, smoothing the latex onto his painfully
hard member. He teases Jeongguk’s entrance with the pads of his fingers just to
be mean. When it seems as if he’ll make a noise of objection, Taehyung pulls
his fingers away, lining up their bodies correctly and sinking Jeongguk down
onto him.
“Hah, hyung, you feel so good,” Jeongguk says breathlessly, mouth hanging open.
Taehyung testingly thrust forward, Jeongguk bouncing slightly on top of him,
and the younger boy keens, his eyes closing as his mouth forms a silent moan. “
S-Stop, don’t tease, please.”
Taehyung obliges, his fingers finding a familiar place on Jeongguk’s hips,
lifting him up before he slides back down, his body burning the slightest bit
from the stretch. Once fully seated, the process repeats, and when Jeongguk
takes him for a third time, he moans, his fingernails digging into the skin of
Taehyung’s stomach.
“Right there, oh , please, Taehyung,” he mewls, starting to want to increase
the pace of the older’s timing. He decides to indulge the boy, as he has been
so good for him, and quickens the ministrations of Jeongguk’s hips.
“You like having hyung inside you, baby?” He asks, pressing him down for a
particular deep thrust.
Jeongguk yelps, reaching up to tangle in his own hair. “Feels so good,” he
pants. “Never been stretched like - ah- like this.”
Along with the other boy’s movements, Taehyung begins to canter up into him. He
feels the telltale boiling in his abdomen, Jeoongguk’s tight walls and
breathless moaning driving him insane. He strengthens his grip on Jeongguk’s
waist, firmly putting Jeongguk on his back and hooking one of Jeongguk’s knees
over his shoulder. He’s borderline screaming by now, his fingers grasping at
Taehyung’s shoulder blades, blunt nails leaving angry pink marks across them.
“Yeah, th-there,” he says, throwing his head back in pleasure.
“Gonna cum for me, angel?” Taehyung asks, pressing into him harder, quicker,
watching how Jeongguk is greedily sucking him in now, eager.
“Hyung, let me cum, please,” Jeongguk whimpers, hips moving with Taehyung’s. He
cracks his eyes open to look at Taehyung, his destroyed state causing a deep
pull in Taehyung’s gut.
“Go ahead, baby, cum on hyung’s cock.”
His eyes close back as he cums, the curve of his spine almost painful from how
he arches down against Taehyung, his walls clenching around the elder more than
he can take. He’s close behind Jeongguk, cumming into the condom as he thrusts
lazily into Jeongguk’s yielding body to ride out the sensation. He kisses along
Jeongguk’s neck as he tries to control his breathing, eventually sitting up and
gingerly pulling the condom off of his sensitive dick. He ties it off, getting
off the bed to toss it into the trashcan beside Jimin’s nightstand. Then he’s
pulling his jeans up from his knees, fastening the button and straightening his
shirt from where it was situated around his chest.
He comes up behind Jeongguk as he’s pulling on his pants, wrapping his arms
around his stomach and pressing kisses into the spot below his ear. There seems
to be a glow about the boy’s skin, but Taehyung just thinks it’s his vision
being affected by the endorphins.
Jeongguk turns to face him, their lips coming together in a slow kiss, and
Jeongguk’s mouth is still all too willing to be overpowered by Taehyung. He
helps Jeongguk into his shirt, amused at the darkening marks on his chest and
neck, and continues to give him kisses, addicted to the way that Jeongguk parts
his lips for his tongue, whimpers into his mouth.
When Jeongguk leaves the bedroom, hair ruffed and eyes unfocused, he casts
Taehyung a playful look. “See you around, hyung,” he smiled.
Taehyung smiled softly back at him, shaking his head and straightening the bed
before he followed the boy down.
 
They’re all sitting in Namjoon’s basement again, all stoned, Yoongi playing
Mario Kart again with Jimin, and Jeongguk is sucking Hoseok’s tongue down his
throat. They’re on the floor again, as well, but Jeongguk has the older boy
straddled, his hips gently pressing down into Hoseok’s. He’s breathing hard -
Taehyung can see the quick rise and fall of his chest from where he’s lounging
on the same couch - and his eyes are red, bloodshot, as they always are when he
wants someone this badly.
The haze of the smoke makes for a beautiful landscape and was almost
distracting, but it didn’t distract Taehyung’s eyes from catching the momentary
contact with Jeongguk’s blurry gaze. He knew what he was doing, Taehyung was
sure, but he would get him later. It seemed like Jeongguk knew this, too,
because as Hoseok threw him over his shoulder to carry him into the basement’s
bedroom, his eyes were scorching with want. He smiled wickedly.
Taehyung only smiled back.
End Notes
     sorry. so sorry.
     also, I was getting questions over the Hoseok/Jeongguk dynamic here,
     and I just want to clarify! they're not dating; they only work out
     sexual tension with each other oops. I edited the chapter so that it
     fit that dynamic more as I wasn't really clear. sorry!
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