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“Do you think that was fucking funny?”
Taehyung was angry. No, that was the understatement of the century. He was fucking fuming, every inch of his body thrumming with nerves and with the adrenaline of almost doing something completely stupid on stage. His hands encircled both of Jungkook’s wrists, forcing him to turn around and pushing his face directly into the nearest wall underneath the stage.
He heard Jungkook’s sudden intake of breath and Taehyung preened, proud of himself for catching him by surprise. He only had one thing in mind and that was showing the little brat that he couldn’t just tease him in front of thousands without getting teased right back.
“ Hyung- ” Jungkook panted, his face squished against the cold wall and breath coming out heavier by the second. His skin was tingling where Taehyung was holding hard onto him and Taehyung could see the goosebumps raised on his bare arms from his touch.
He didn’t relent though, enjoying how Jungkook was squirming around in his grasp, and crisscrossed his wrists together at the small of his back, pressing closer to his body. Jungkook grunted, fingers flexing, but Taehyung was fairly sure that he wasn’t trying to get away, not really. Jungkook was strong and he could probably break free if that’s what he wanted, but it was clear from the way his body was seeking Taehyung’s warmth still that he liked it, even enjoyed the position Taehyung got him in.
Taehyung tightened his grip on his wrists, bringing his mouth closer to Jungkook’s ear to drive him that little more insane. “Don’t fight it, Kookie, you know you deserve this.”
“Deserve what?” The fact that Jungkook was still acting clueless pissed Taehyung off even more.
“Oh, so you weren’t being a tease back there on stage, huh? Weren’t trying to get me worked up? Well, congrats, baby, I’m fucking worked up. Guess I’m gonna have to release some frustration now and since you’re at fault, you’re going to. just. take. it.” He whispered the last few words directly in Jungkook’s ear, his deep voice sending shivers down his boyfriend’s spine which he felt due to the impossible closeness.
“A tease?” Jungkook chuckled, a short, broken sound that sounded too much like a gasp when Taehyung responded by bringing down his big palm on his ass twice, a slap on each buttcheek.
“Do I sound like I’m playing around? What were you fucking thinking? Sitting down on my lap like that?”
Jungkook gulped, unconsciously pushing his ass back into Taehyung’s touch, whose hand was still resting on those globes that he loved to grope so much while at home, sprawled out on their bed and watching some rerun of their favourite k-drama. “That’s my spot,” he replied innocently like they were in kindergarten and he had chosen a place that he petulantly wouldn’t give up for the world.
“Your spot, huh?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow, huffing. “ Don’t fucking move them ,” he warned, voice low and serious, before suddenly releasing Jungkook’s wrists.
Jungkook did as he was told, not wanting to piss Taehyung off more than he already had. The rush of excitement in his body from getting his boyfriend to be rough with him was building up by the second. Jungkook loved this side of Taehyung. The side that could manhandle him and make him do whatever with just a couple of words and some dominant touches.
Taehyung cupped both his ass cheeks in his hands, firmly squeezing them, hard enough to make a hiss come out of Jungkook’s parted mouth then brought down his palm to spank them twice just as hard. “So you just decided to place your sweet little ass on my fucking dick on stage because that’s your spot? ” Taehyung tsked and Jungkook kept quiet, knowing not to respond and just listen with bated breath.
He was sweating, cheeks flushed red and pressed to the wall and his semi-hard cock trapped in the confines of his pants that began to feel tighter than before on this too warm skin.
“Do you know how hard it was to think of anything other than you naked bouncing on my cock? I was two seconds away from popping a boner and you had the audacity to just sit there looking pretty and nonchalant and not affected at all.”
Jungkook moaned out loud at the words. “Tae-” Taehyung hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Jungkook’s pants, cutting off his sentence, and pulled on them harshly to bring his ass flush to his front. He moaned at the contact, the sudden pressure heavenly on his erection. Both of them groaned at the feeling.
Taehyung’s hand stroked over his back, sneaking under his flimsy shirt to trace feather-light touches over his arched back. Jungkook’s mouth hung open, unabashedly panting at how good the attention felt, how good it made him feel to be the object of Taehyung’s desire, to drive him so crazy with want that he would take the risk of touching him this way after a concert right under the stage where anyone could walk by and see them desperately going at it.
“You’re so warm, baby, is it the jumping around on stage or are you just hot for Hyung?” Taehyung’s lips trailed over his nape, the wetness from his spit like a personal trail of lust on Jungkook’s skin.
Jungkook mewled, the sound like honey to Taehyung’s ears, “Hot for Hyung- mhm so hot for Hyung- ”
Taehyung reached that place behind Jungkook’s ear, the spot that had the most effect on him, that could get him fully hard in a matter of moments, and he nipped at the flesh there with his teeth, wringing out a litany of whimpers from that sweet parted mouth.
“Ah, look who’s affected now, doll, I guess your plan backfired just a little, huh?” Taehyung fake pouted, his cock throbbing at the way Jungkook started rubbing his bubble butt against his crotch. He gripped his hips warningly. “Be a good boy and stay still, now, just like you did on stage. You sat so dutiful in my lap, behaved like the angel that everyone thinks you are. But aren’t you the fucking devil?”
He took Jungkook’s earlobe in his mouth and tugged gently with his teeth, wringing another moan from his sinful mouth. "What if I got hard right then and there, huh? How would you have explained that?" He could practically sense Jungkook blushing, see his skin turning a darker shade of pink and he chuckled low in his throat, loving the power he had over the gorgeous man in his arms.
And Jungkook was all his.
Taehyung relocated his hand, caressing up Jungkook’s strong biceps and reaching his shoulders that he gripped tightly while slotting his erection right in between the cleft of Jungkook’s ass. He could feel himself leaking in his sweats, turned on from how pliant Jungkook was being for him, how he was whimpering so brokenly at his every caress. It gave him a surge of power that left his mind spinning.
His lips found Jungkook’s neck again and he flattened out his tongue so he could lick the entire expanse of skin like he was tasting just about the sweetest thing. Taehyung could map his boyfriend's entire body with only his lips and tongue and never get enough of it. Of the body he knew better than his own.
His front was completely plastered against Jungkook’s back now and the hand that wasn't occupied holding him down was now roaming all over Jungkook's sides, caressing that soft skin and wanting it marked by his own hand. He wanted to brand him somehow so that everyone knew who he belonged to.
"Tae... please." Jungkook groaned, trying to get a hand beneath their bodies so he could touch his neglected cock, now fully hard. The effort proved to be futile though, Taehyung catching his arms before he could think twice about it. He pinned his arms once again against the dip of his spine, keeping them caged in place with one of his own. “Don’t! Think I’m going to let you come just like that after that stunt you pulled? Oh, baby, no- You’re going to beg for it.”
"Mhm..." Jungkook squeaked when he felt Taehyung's erection press in between the cleft of his asscheeks, wanting to feel it slide bare inside him where it belonged. He wanted Taehyung to take him, to use him like he so desperately wanted to be used. Only by Taehyung. Always by Taehyung.
But Tae contented himself with rubbing off on him slowly while talking huskily in his ears. Goosebumps broke all over Jungkook’s skin at his words. "How would you like it if I just pulled down your pants now and just use that sweet little hole for my pleasure without letting you come? Ah, but no, you would still enjoy it, wouldn’t you? Such a dirty boy .”
Taehyung reached a hand lower to pop the button of his jeans open and drag the zipper down with a quick, practised move. He didn't bother stepping out of them, instead settled his body more firmly against Jungkook's hips from behind, holding him down, and pulled out his rock hard dick, letting it slot right in between his thighs. He was dying to touch himself, but he also wanted this to go a certain way.
He continued rubbing unceremoniously against Jungkook's hole, not sinking inside that inviting heat, only teasing, teasing just like Jungkook did to him on stage. The fact that if he wanted he could just slide his dick inside Jungkook, taking him good from behind, fucking him like his own personal sex toy, was making this hotter than it had any right to be. He gripped his dick in his fist and started pumping it roughly, leaning closer to Jungkook and panting right in his ear to make sure he felt exactly what Taehyung was doing.
"Tae, hyung, fuck , please -" Jungkook was almost sobbing with need. He knew exactly what Taehyung was doing and his own trapped cock was screaming at him for some kind of relief. He moaned, lifting his hips slightly to grind against the wall, to feel his flesh slide against something, anything at that point. He was burning up, sweat running over his back and just taking whatever Taehyung decided to give him.
Taehyung brushed the back of his hand over the sensitive flesh of Jungkook’s neck and it made Jungkook's cock twitch violently in his pants. "Fuck Kookie, you look so gorgeous at my mercy like this." Taehyung flicked his wrist just right, brushing his thumb over the slick head of his leaking cock, watching his boyfriend writhe against him, moaning like a goddamn pornstar and all for Taehyung's ears.
His breathing sped up and Jungkook bucked his hips upward, prompting Taehyung to just touch him. To do something. Jungkook's hands were pressed against the small of his back, right where Taehyung left them, not daring to disobey his Hyung when he got like this, but fuck he needed to come. He needed it.
"So desperate for it, Jungkookie." Taehyung leaned down further and encircled Jungkook’s neck with his hand, squeezing a little, not enough to hurt, but definitely enough to feel pleasure if the moan Jungkook let out was anything to go by. He jerked himself off hard and fast over his boyfriend’s clothed ass and he slipped his eyes closed in bliss imagining what he would do to him later. But not now. Now he needed something else.
He dragged the zipper of Jungkook’s pants down in a matter of seconds, leaving Jungkook disoriented at the sudden and fast move, yanking them down with his underwear over the swell of his ass just enough for his cock to fit snugly in between his bare asscheeks, rubbing maddeningly over his exposed hole.
He parted Jungkook’s cheeks with both hands, seeing his hole fluttering at the sensation of cold air on his sensitive opening. Taehyung moaned at the sight. "Tae, touch me, please. I -" Jungkook shuddered when he felt Taehyung thrusting his cock carefully in the cleft of his ass and his dick spurted another fat bead of precome over the white wall. "I'm gonna -"
"You gonna come for me? You gonna come untouched, Kookie? I know you can.” Taehyung’s ragged breaths against his ear pulled Jungkook into a frenzy and the feeling of his cock sliding against his hole easily, Tae's precome leaking down his thighs, made it so dirty and so hot that Jungkook’s eyes rolled back in his head from the pleasure and the sensations and his cock twitched hard. The thought of being so powerless to just take it had him on the brink of coming.
“It feels so good, so good, fuck me, I want it so bad, Hyung-”
“Is that why you acted up on stage, huh? You wanted Hyung to give it to you good? To hold you down and just fuck you as you deserve?” Taehyung’s words were almost slurred, half out of his mind chasing his rapidly coming release, and he never stopped thrusting against Jungkook’s hole, each asscheek clutched tightly in his hands and squeezed borderline painful.
“I want to ride it. That’s what I thought at that moment, Tae. That I wanted to ride you and ride you fucking good, ahh- Are you going to let me when we get home? Please- ” he begged and Taehyung was a weak weak man.
“If you come for Hyung, I’ll let you ride me, doll, c’mon show me how good you are for me,” two more slides of Jungkook's dick against the hard surface of the wall and he was coming, milky white cum splattering over it and his stomach, making a mess of his clothes. He barely stopped himself from screaming his boyfriend’s name while he rode his orgasm with Taehyung pressing him down with a hand on his back and his weight over his hips.
He came down from his high just in time to hear Taehyung make the most beautiful noise when he heard Jungkook come apart in his arms.
Taehyung stroked himself roughly, the sounds Jungkook was making due to his pleasure bringing him to the edge quicker than he anticipated. Two more strokes of his hard dick and he came, aiming straight for Jungkook’s hole, all pink and wet with his precum. It landed right over it, painting it in ribbons of white, the sight of his own cum on his boyfriend’s ass gouging another load from him and he moaned low in his throat while working himself through his pleasure.
Taehyung settled back over Jungkook and nosed at his neck, planting a quick kiss there that wormed Jungkook's whole body down to his toes. Jungkook turned his head slightly just so it would brush against Taehyung's and he felt his boyfriend smile and peck him lightly on his cheek.
“If it wasn’t obvious, I love your ass,” He chuckled, “And I love it even more when it’s sitting on my dick, you know?” Jungkook huffed out a laugh but didn’t say anything. He only captured Taehyung’s lips in a kiss, unhurried and slow, savouring the feeling of being loved after such an emotion-packed, intense moment. “And I also love you!” Taehyung added after they parted, their noses brushing against each other softly.
“I hope you’re not actually mad at me, right?” Jungkook pouted and Taehyung stole another kiss from those tempting, full lips, before shaking his head.
He tucked a stray strand of hair behind Jungkook’s ear, “Of course not, but I hope you do know how hard you made it for me. Pun completely intended. Oh, and there’s a lesson to be learned here.”
“Lesson?” the confusion on Jungkook’s clueless face was so endearing that Taehyung almost cooed. But then he said in the most serious tone he could muster,
“Next time think twice before presenting your sweet little ass to me because I’ll simply just devour it.”