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"...Seven... Eight.. ngh fuck..Nine.. Ten." Jeongguk grunts out through gritted teeth, biceps throbbing with exertion.

It was an addictive feeling, this throb. Feeling your muscles pulsate from effort. Jeongguk believes this exact sensation is what slowly morphs newbies into gym rats. Forsaking stair climbers and treadmills for dumbbells and push-up bars. Slowly seeking more and more the thrill of immediate physical stimulation. The pride of seeing results of your hard earned effort in locker room mirrors, capturing it, posting it, bragging about it.

Jeongguk been a gym rat for years now, maybe seven maybe eight maybe nine years? Too much to count. But he doesn't remember a past without the smell of creaking leather, of polished metal still carrying the scent of sweaty hands gripping bars, of sharp disinfectant. So maybe it was ten.

But if you asked Jeongguk, he wouldn't describe himself as a gym rat or a gym bro or any new title popping up every morning.

He simply enjoyed keeping himself fit and healthy, to keep control over his body and prides himself in staying consistent. Sure, sometimes.. more often than not.. he liked flexing in said locker room mirrors, admiring with a cocky smile how well his muscles bulged, how round and firm they looked. He looked hot, really fucking hot, he won't deny.

So yes Jeongguk was a gym.. enthusiast.. he'd say. But not a gym rat. He wasn't that dedicated.

"Another set! Another set!" Taehyung immediately blurted out soon as Jeongguk released his dumbbells, catching his breath. "Come on!"

Taehyung on the other hand? He was the newbie Jeongguk mentioned.

Taehyung has never been a fan of working out. At least back in the day. Jeongguk remembers how, pre military enlistment, they had to drag him to the gym to at least remain physically active. Walk idly on a treadmill, do a few push ups here and there, no more than ten before crumbling to the floor in a long, very long, exasperated whine.

Jeongguk remembers how Taehyung used to grouch while he slothfully lay on a leg curl machine, mindlessly scrolling his phone, more interested in shamelessly ogling the working out younger than exercising himself.

Actually, he's certain Taehyung spent more time in the gym recording himself, doing quick two minutes lives dancing and taking pictures of his band mates working out.

But enlistment came and it seems Taehyung finally had a taste of this drug. And eventually became addicted to that feeling.

It came out as a surprise to Jeongguk, every time they met during furlough, to see how his boyfriend's body slowly defined, supple flesh he adored to grab slimming into sinewy muscles.

And once discharge came, Taehyung lost it all again. He claimed he just wanted to put his body through the test.

But the thing with drugs, you don't stop consuming them that easily. It'll be too easy.

That's why Jeongguk now founds himself with a handful of an insatiable Taehyung, wiggling around the gym like an excited puppy. Almost pulling as much as him, impatient to go again for another set when Jeongguk could barely catch his breath, muscles now tightening in pain.

"What do you mean another set?! My arms 'bout to fall off!?"

"What? Already? But we only did five sets?"

Jeongguk barks out a laugh, head tilted back in incredulity, "Only?"

"Yeah?"

"Five sets is enough Tae, don't push yourself."

Taehyung cutely frowns in confusion, "Huh? But I'm not pushing myself? I can do like two to three more right now."

Jeongguk blinks at him, kinda endeared, kinda terrified. "Tsk stop trying to show off." He smiles as he squishes the elder's cheeks, stopping himself from leaning and pecking him, they were still in public after all.
"Break?"

Taehyung pouts before he shakes his head, "Nope.. you take it if you want, I'll do one last set."

Definitely addicted.

Jeongguk sighs but could only nod, sipping on water as he waited for Taehyung to be done. They've been in the gym for almost an hour already and he couldn't wait to get back home. Every member got an early schedule at the studio, allowing them to have the villa to themselves and giving them the privacy they needed. Jeongguk still got a lot of places he'd like to explore with Taehyung there.

"What do you wanna do when we get back home?" He plops down behind Taehyung, eyes fixated on his exercising form. He looked so fucking hot yet still so fucking adorable. He'll never get to wrap himself around that contrast.

Taehyung has always been full of duality. You could never really predict his next move. He could one morning wake up bouncing around, full of boxy smiles and annoying jokes. Yet still could by night turn sharp-tongued, feline eyes throwing daggers for no apparent reason and intimidating enough to make people, Jeongguk included, shut up by a mere look.

He wouldn't call it mood swings, he could go from sunshine to storm in a heartbeat, but it wasn't mood swings. And it drove him crazy, to feel always on edge, never really knowing when Taehyung would sassily snap at him, or when he'll latch onto him all cuddles and smooches.

And Taehyung liked to play on the ambiguity of his character, particularly to tease his fans, sometimes posting himself in mesh sweaters and tiny shorts and the other in compression shirts and baggy jeans. Either way Jeongguk finds him attractive, extremely so.

"Don't you wanna go.. ngh.. out a bit? Weather's nice."

Jeongguk peeks at the floor to ceiling windows, it's August in Los Angeles, of course the weather's nice. He stares again at his back, at his waist more particularly, the same one he traps in his arms before falling asleep. "Was more thinking we could take advantage of the villa being to ourselves.."

Taehyung breathes out a strained laugh, still lifting dumbbells, he throws him an amused look through the mirror, "What you have in mind?"

"Hmm.. I don't know.." He smirks, leaning back on his palms and shamelessly ogling him up and down, very slowly, "We still didn't explore the outdoor area..."

"You wanna do it outside? Where like anybody could see us?"

"Why you act so shocked? Like you don't love doing it in risky places?" He mocks.

If there's one thing they found out really early in their now six years relationship, it's that both loved having sex in places they should absolutely not be having sex. Even more when they were this famous. But it was the thrill of putting everything at risk, the danger, the shushed moans, the erratic shoves as you hear footsteps growing closer and closer and closer.

He could only hope it never bites them in the ass.

But now it's The City of Angels, the other end of the world, far far from home, they'll take the risk, Jeongguk would at least.

"Only.. ngh.. fuck it's getting hard.. only the pool." He breathes out, arms aching.

"Only the pool?" He grins as he feasts his eyes, Taehyung's low pitched moans flying straight to his cock. "But there's a tennis court.. sure you don't want me to do you there?"

He scoffs, "Why would I want that? Wanna fuck me with a tennis racket?"

Jeongguk cackles, head tilting back and catching the attention of a few people, he doesn't care. "Wouldn't be the worst thing you got up there."

"Shut up!" The sweet sounds forces a smile on his reddened face, "Everybody watching us.."

Jeongguk shrugs, adjusting his beanie over his brows, "Everybody watching you."

"Huh?"

"You look so sexy." He mumbles in English, just above a whisper.

"Drop the American boy act already.." He rolls his eyes, since they moved there, he's been randomly dropping some sentences in English.

"You mad you can't speak English as good as me."

"Fuck you." He deadpans in a perfect American accent, "You understood this one?"

"Oh yeahhh don't worry it's on my list princess." He hears the snorts of a guy who probably heard him.

Jeongguk never was one for public display of affection, he rather enjoyed pampering his lover in the confines of their room, where Taehyung and Taehyung only witnessed his warmth.

But now Taehyung is looking like sex, sounding like sex, smelling like sex and he'll indulge in a little public flirting. Not that people understood or cared for what they were saying anyway. But his eyes can't lie, anybody watching him would immediately understand he's shamelessly checking Taehyung out, imagining every possible position he could bend him in when they'll be done.

And those same eyes traveled down to his ass, his round and perky ass, two handfuls he'll gladly dive in between.

God was he a lucky bastard.

"What you looking at hm?"

"Your ass."

"Looks good?"

"Fucking amazing." He stares harder, brows furrowing in concentration, even leaning a bit closer, as if he was trying to solve a math problem scribbled on his ass. Something's strange.

"Wh-"

"Are you not wearing underwear?" He blurts out, eyes widening in wonder. Behind the gray sweatpants, the fleshed moved a bit too freely with each movement, flexed a bit too clearly with each tractions.

Jeongguk studied this ass for years, decade even, way before they even made it official. He knew how it moved, how it parted, hell he could tell an estimation of each cheeks' weight with his bare hands. He was an ass guy, an expert, there was thousand of compilation videos of him squeezing his hyung's ass. And he sensed something was wrong.

"What? I always wear underwear to the gym what you taking me for?" Taehyung snorted, cheeks flushing pink but maybe not from the effort, "You expect me to just go around pushing weight with my balls jiggling around?"

"I know you do!" Taehyung didn't wear underwear in very few attire and occasion, the gym wasn't one of them, he'd know.

"Stop ogling my ass you fucking perv."

"Well if it wasn't right in my face."

"Nobody asked you to sit behind me."

"Nobody asked you to have an ass this fucking fat." He peeks at it again, getting an eyeful when the elder leaned over.

Taehyung rolls his eyes, finally putting down the dumbbells. "Grab me some water and shut up."

And who was Jeongguk to say no?

He quickly gets up, teasingly smacking said ass as he fetches his bottle.

He allows himself to sip from it, hoping to drown the bundle of fire that started to form in his stomach, he liked when Taehyung was being mean to him, it gets him bricked up. Maybe it was knowing he'll get him back for that.

"We done yet?"

"Nuh-uh." He whispers out of breath after he heavily gulps down some water, droplets catching on pinkish tongue. "Still one last exercise baby."

"Aww come on now! I wanna go home already!"

Taehyung grins, giving him his bottle, a silent request to put it back in its original place, "It'll be fast! I promise!"

Jeongguk pouts, dejected, if he knew Taehyung would become this bad of an addict, he never would've force him to the gym all those years ago. "What more you'll possibly wanna do now?"

"Glutes." He smirks, fishing his phone out his pants, he peeks up from behind long pretty lashes, "Told me my ass amazing.. don't you want it to be perfect?"

'Ridiculous.. Bullshit.. Heck- Rubbish!'

That's what Jeongguk thought because he highly doubts you can do more perfect than Taehyung's ass. "If that was an attempt to rage bait me, that was good." He tsked turning around to drop the bottle by his empty one.

Taehyung shakes his head in endearment, a bitten smile tugging at his lips. He might act unaffected, bored even at his boyfriend's compliments but deep inside, he squirmed at the sweet words. It felt good, incredible, like the addictive thrill of pushing weights, tenfold. Taehyung might've gotten addicted to the gym but his strongest drug would always remain Jeongguk.

As he looks up the mirror, he stares at himself, flexing here and there to observe his progress. He didn't have for objective to look as muscly as Jeongguk, frankly he doubts he'll ever match his strength given how long he's been working out. But he wanted to look a bit more ripped, must be why he only works on his arms, and sometimes when he felt like it, other parts of his slender body, like his back or his ass.

And maybe just maybe, he worked this hard to get even sweeter compliments.

Just as he started to film himself, capturing his improvement for a futur Instagram photo dump, Jeongguk strolled behind him.

He didn't realise the younger been lingering behind to stare some more at his butt. He was certain Taehyung was naked under his joggings, his ass looked way too free of movement. And he's certain he did that to provoke him. He knew Jeongguk would be staring and notice. He just waited for a reaction.

And if he walked hands deep in his short's pocket, legs spread a bit more than necessary, nobody has to know it's for his hardening bulge to not show through the fabric.

"Gguk-ah" Taehyung grins to catch his attention.

Jeongguk plays it off, strolling forward with his chest puffed out, shoulders wide and thighs flexing, boasting like a peacock as he reaches Taehyung. He was big, scarily so.

He leans over the elder, staring at both of them through the recording phone with a smirk. They looked hot, really fucking hot next to each other.

"Flex for me baby."

And once again, who was Jeongguk to say no?

Like one of those oiled-up, pumped full of steroid bodybuilder, he cockily struck a pose, thick muscles bulging in every direction. Years of relentless effort intimidatingly carved on his body.

Taehyung giggles, amused by his boyfriend's antics, he was so annoying and he loved it. Just as much as the view. If Taehyung had to make a list of everything he loved about Jeongguk, he'll put his buff body second. First his personality. Third his dick.

And Jeongguk mirrors his smile, "You know people'll go crazy if you post that?"

He teases against his ear while enlacing his waist. Taehyung watches the video he took, giggling once more.

"Mhm I know." When he turned his head to the side, Jeongguk was close enough he could feel his cold breath over his flushed face. "I need to claim what's mine somehow no?"

"And that plane video wasn't enough maybe?"

"No. If I could I'll make out with you on live just to shut everybody up."

Jeongguk's shit-eating grin blooms on his face, "You and your exhibitionist tendencies.."

"You like it." He blows him an air kiss that immediately gets caught by puckered lips. They weren't daring enough to kiss this openly yet.

"Can't deny.. I put you into it."

"Gonna do my last exercise then we'll head home. I won't mind doing a bit of tennis." He winks, heading for the squat rack.

Jeongguk only licks his teeth at the underlying message. He couldn't wait. "Want me to spot you?"

"You sure you wanna do that for my safety?" Taehyung wasn't pushing much, it was only to shape his butt.

He shrugs, "Barbell back squats can be dangerous?"

"There's barely any weights on that barbell." He rolls his eyes, "Just admit you wanna rub one on me."

Jeongguk's smirks, setting behind the elder, "Came out your mouth not mine."

Taehyung wasn't one to work out his glutes a lot, he was already blessed by nature, but he wouldn't mind some more perk. Even more when he'll soon start again his fashion gigs, he'll have to look perfect from every angles if he wants to make the covers.

And maybe having Jeongguk right behind him as he does so is another reason for him to like doing squats.

It goes without saying Jeongguk was having the time of his life. He got a handful of a squatting Taehyung right under his nose, his thick flesh teasing him through grey sweatpants.

From this close he got the confirmation he needed, Taehyung really was naked, raw dogging the gym in just joggings.

Combined to the squat exercise he normally never does? He knows what Taehyung wants.

And he'll give it to him.

He draws closer, their bodies now almost glued, "Do you know how disgusting it is to work out without underwear baby? And in grey sweatpants at that?" He suddenly whispers in his ear as Taehyung gets up from a squat.

He shivers, "Told you I'm wearing underwear.. Why you don't believe me?" He squats again.

"Because I can literally fucking see your crack through your pants."

"And I'm telling you I am.. Lift my shirt you'll see."

Jeongguk allowed tattooed fingers to sneakily slip under his hem and lifts it up enough to see an elastic band, obviously of an underwear.

"Damn." He can't believe he failed his favourite subject. It didn't make sense. "How the fuck your ass so jiggly then?"

"Maybe you don't know it as well you think you do."

"No?! I know your ass thoroughly well? I've been fucking it for years, ogling it for even more, I know what I'm talking about!" He scoffs, almost offended by his knowledge being questioned.

"Well you just failed bozo." He sassily spat the last word in English, a heavy Korean accent coating it, he learned it once at a local bar and never let go of it since.

Jeongguk tongues his cheek, stepping over the last centimetre of distance between them. His pelvis fits snuggly against his butt. "So you started to work on your butt for what now?"

"Don't you want better grip when you fuck into me Gguk-ah?"

"You doing this for me?" He grins, very slowly grinding his hardening cock against its reason.

"Is there anything I do that's not for you?"

He bites on a smile, "I don't know.. Maybe you stepping up your game and gonna start posting ass pics on your IG."

Taehyung grunts out a tiny moan, more at the feeling of his lover's cock rubbing against him than from exertion. And it seems the sounds scared little Jeongguk given its jump. "Oh so you're no longer possessive of it? Wasn't it you who used to hide my skinny jeans just so I couldn't go out with them?"

"Alright I did that once!"

"You did it five fucking times."

"Good thing you never asked about your leather pants then."

Taehyung gasps, "What?!"

"Whatever. What I'm saying is you're working on your butt to fucking flaunt it around."

"Don't like it?"

Jeongguk scowls, purposefully shoving his hips forward. "No. It's mine. You don't have no deal showing it off."

"You made up that whole story yourself sweetheart. I'm just trying to stay fit and healthy." He plays coy, a whimper escaping his lips as the bulge feels harder and harder against him.

"Fit and healthy my fucking ass." He scoffs, veiny hands grabbing at his hips to stop him from going down again, "How long we gonna pretend you're not working out almost every fucking day just so I can praise you? Just so you could see both of us sweaty and out of breath, grunting out loud in front of everybody."

"Wh-"

"Shut up I'm not fucking done." He roughly cuts off, "My theory is that my pretty Tete here only likes working out so we could get physical publicly. Hm?"

Taehyung mouth remains shut, the whispered words caress his nape.

"It's the only place I can get this close to you, hold you like that, groan as loud as you rub up on me without looking suspicious..." He sighs, cold piercings briefly grazing burning skin, "I think that's the only reasons you started to tag along with me there.. feeds into that disgusting exhibitionist kink of yours."

"Y-you just spewing nonsense right now."

"Am I?"

"Yeah.. yes." He mewls between bitten lips, barbell now securely resting on the machine.

"Look at how all those guys watching us... They think we don't see them staring... But we're all here thinking the same thing.. Doesn't that make you hard. You can act as slutty you want and they can't say a word.. 'cause to them I'm spotting you, to us I'm grinding my dick on your ass.."

"Gguk-ah.."

"Moan out loud for me.. right now."

"B-but I'm not pushing anything.."

"Exactly.. do it so they all understand it's 'cause of my dick you're moaning not the weights." He purposefully thrust against him, so violently it almost shoved Taehyung forward if it wasn't for the tatted hands on his hips.

And he obliged, forcing past his tight throat a breathy moan, high enough to catch some stares but not obnoxiously loud either.

Jeongguk snorts, "And you really fucking did it you dumbass."

The blush on Taehyung's face blooms from his neck till his ears, "You fucking told me to!" He pouts his plump lips, turning around to throw a heated gaze at his mocking boyfriend.

"Good boy Taehyungie." He pushes some more, he would've kissed the pout away if he could.

And Taehyung is glad the cap on his head could hide the crimson flush. From Jeongguk's teasing but also the uncomfortable stare now lingering over them.

Since it was a private gym and nobody seemed to recognised them, they knew not a world would get out. But still, it was embarrassing. Yet his own cock throbbed at the attention.

And Jeongguk didn't miss it.

"Aww are you hard kitty, want us to go home already?"

Taehyung leans forward, biting on his lip as he hotly whispers his next words, thinking them over, "I always wanted to do it in a locker room.. like in those old gay porns.." He flutters his feline eyes to his parted mouth up to his dark irises, "Too wild thoughts?"

Jeongguk's shit-eating grin ressembles a shark. And it forced a shiver down his spine.

"..Remember you asked for it."

Taehyung barely has time to process those words that he gets roughly pulled towards the locker room. He tried to ignore every perplexed eyes that trailed after them but they left burning holes on his skin.

"There's people th-"

"I know. Isn't that what you wanted?"

Jeongguk drags them towards the back, where their lockers were. He fakes searching something in it.

"But they'll-"

Taehyung words get cut off again by roughly getting shoved against the locker, a loud pained whimper escapes his lips.

But it dies down on pierced flesh. Jeongguk suddenly pushed onto him, rough hand pinning him down by the hips. He kisses him, harshly.

Soft bitten lips interlock without harmony, each craving for more from the other, more flesh, more spit, more suction. It was bestial, almost painful, the way Jeongguk sucked his lower lip, the way he pulled it in a mean bite, the way he licked the pain away.

But Taehyung wasn't any sweeter. His hands gripped his thick neck, fingers drawing bloody crescent on milky skin. Before they trailed up to snatch the beanie off his head and bury them messily in his soft hair.

He kissed back with as much force, pearly white teeth meanly pulling at loops. He enjoys with barely hidden pride the pained groan he managed to elicit. "Fuck.. you know damn well this shit hurts."

Taehyung giggles before softly pecking him. Eyes never leaving the younger's. He looked quite funny from this close. "What if somebody walks in on us? I thought we'll go in a shower stall!"

The locker door hid their upper bodies enough, but it didn't take a genius to figure out what two guys pressed against each other were doing at the far back of a gym locker room.

"They can watch for all I care." Jeongguk grunts out, eyes hungrily staring at the glossy mouth, all red and shiny and so fucking eatable.

And Jeongguk wasn't one to not succumb to his cravings. He was a weak man for his hyung, really weak. Who wouldn't after all? Have you seen his boyfriend?

He latches their mouth together again, this time tilting his head to deepen their kiss. His tongue teasingly licks over the cherry flesh, a silent request that Taehyung grants.

Their tongues meets in a messy tango of spit. Each movement chaotic, moving to the beat of their erratic breaths. Taehyung sweetly moans at a particular suck of his tongue and it lands right on Jeongguk's cock.

His tatted hand grabs his leg, grinding forward so Taehyung could feel how hard he was. "Already?" He breathlessly mocks, spit messily coating his lips, even his chin.

"Since you told me to shut up." He grins, pelvis rubbing against Taehyung's. "Tsk.. you're not any better."

Taehyung's leg rests on his hip and his hand travels up the curve of his soft thigh to grab at his ass. Roughly, finally, squeezing it like he's been dying to. It was so round and doughy and perfect. There's a reason he liked to use it as a pillow sometimes. "Can't fucking believe you think you need to work on it some more."

He sneers before once again kissing him, gentler, taking his time to explore the already discovered, drowning in the tiny whimpers, his hands roaming every parcel of honey skin they can reach.

"Gguk-" He tries to mutter against his mouth, Jeongguk's pecks forbidding him of forming full sentences. "Gguk.. someb- ngh hurts! Coming.."

Jeongguk doesn't bother listening, too caught on shoving his tongue down his throat, insolent fingers trying to dive past his grey jogger to feel him better.

But Taehyung's eyes bulge out when he starts to see a shadow approaching alarmingly fast. "Nghh fuck Gguk.. move."

It was one thing to get off on the thrill of possibly getting caught, it's another to actually get caught.

He gathers enough force to slightly push him away, breathlessly. Guess those hours working out finally bore fruit, a few years back he wouldn't have been able to even make Jeongguk flinch.

Their eyes fly over the American guy slowly strolling past them to his locker. Luckily he was too caught arguing over something on the phone to notice them. He only threw a furtive look their way before focusing back on the person yelling over his phone.

If he only looked a second longer he'd notice the plump bitten lips, the flushed cheeks, the messy hair.

Taehyung slumps back against the locker, his heart beating out of his chest. "That was a close one."

But it seems only he worried, Jeongguk's wide shit-eating grin tauntingly faced him again. "You stressing over nothing baby."

Taehyung's manicured hand pushes at him again, resting over his chest, just for good measure and totally not to feel his chiselled muscles. "Don't come any closer, he's still-"

Taehyung barely finished his sentence that the guy suddenly appeared behind Jeongguk. He flinches in fright, wide doe eyes gaping at the guy.

"This yours, guys?" He asks in a strong valley accent.

Jeongguk turns around, unbothered, blocking him from viewing his lover. He sees his beanie Taehyung yanked off his head in his hand. "Ah yes! Thanks man." He politely nods with his infamous superstar smile.

He's glad Jeongguk stepped up, with his panic, the few English words he knew completely escaped his mind.

And he's gone as fast as he came. And Taehyung slumps again. "Oh my fucking god."

Jeongguk faces him, mirth in his eyes, "Come."

He starts to drag a bummed Taehyung towards the washroom, "What?! What are you doing?"

"What it fucking looks like kitty?"

"But it's too fucking risky to do it there!? Anybody could walk in!"

"Pussied out?"

Taehyung scoffs, quickly looking at the entrance, there wasn't even any door. Luckily it wasn't a communal shower but individual stalls. Still anybody who wanted to use the urinals or freshen up would have to stop there.

He feels a chilly tingling in his lower back. The very same one he felt when they fucked in tinted car in the middle of a busy street, when Jeongguk ate him out during an award show in an unlocked dressing room or when he sneakily cock warmed him on the plane to LA barely two weeks ago.

"Gguk-ah.. you know damn well I'm not just all mouth."

Jeongguk condescendingly grins, pushing him against the wall facing the entrance. He pecks him, once, twice, then nips at his chin, his jaw, his neck and his ear. He whispers, "Then put that mouth to better use."

Next thing Taehyung knows he's being pushed to his knees, face to face with the imposing bulge.

His doe eyes look up at Jeongguk as he instinctively leans closer, mouth moving above his clothed cock, "Then tell me how you want it.."

Jeongguk shivers, calloused hand brushing through silky hair. He shamelessly rubs himself against his mouth, "Go crazy on it."

Taehyung grins, swallowing his excitement. He deeply breathes Jeongguk in, his nose flushed against his pelvis. It was manly, tangy with perspiration, a musky scent blended with the sweetness of fabric softer. His mouth watered.

With his eyes still gaping at the youngest, he mouths at the protruding shape. Up and down. Left and right. He wets his black shorts with his suckles.

Jeongguk's hand trails down his neck, forcing him closer, "Don't tease. We don't have time." He squeezes his hand, "The longer we wait.. fuck.. the more chances someone walks in... That's what you want?"

Taehyung curls a sassy brow, "Whatchu think.."

He grins before fishing for his phone, Taehyung curiously tilts his head as he peppers the bulge in sweet kisses.

"I'll record you." Jeongguk states, doesn't ask.

"Hm?"

"Since you like to record every fucking thing, you'll like that too, don't you?"

Taehyung just sensually stares at him before focusing on the camera with porn eyes.

It wasn't a new addition to their sex lives. They used to film themselves quite often, mostly when they felt adventurous and tried new things.

Jeongguk's gallery was actually filled with videos of Taehyung blowing him off, of him fucking into his sleeping unconscious body or of Taehyung's ruined crying face as he gets impossibly stretched by all types of toys. You'll also find here and there well framed videos of Taehyung pleasuring himself, Jeongguk's voice guiding all of his movements behind the camera.

When they had to be apart due to different schedules, sometimes with oceans between them, Jeongguk lost count of how many times he rubbed one off to the view of his lover on his phone.

Still they didn't have the reflex to always film their intercourses. Too focused on pleasuring one another to think about it.

But since lately Taehyung took the nasty habit of filming everything they did, this naturally has to come with the whole package, right?

"Mhm.." He tries to free his cock but Jeongguk stops him with a disapproving click of his tongue.

"With no hands."

Taehyung glares at him, as intimidating as a kitty. But he obliges, pearly white teeth drags his black shorts and underwear low enough to rest under his balls.

Jeongguk's hard cock almost cartoonishly springs out, slapping his cheek. "Wh-"

Taehyung sweetly giggles, crescent eyes meeting the amused one of the youngest. God was he pretty, Jeongguk thought.

"Put it in your mouth." He caresses his hair, making sure the phone was recording everything, "Don't waste time baby.."

Taehyung squirms on his knees, trying to find a comfortable position on the cold tiled floor. He moistened his lips, taking a deep breath before slowly, teasingly dragging his tongue up his cock. "Fuck.. just like that.."

He dwells on the restrained grunts he elicited, they gave him enough motivation to be more daring. He knew he could please Jeongguk with barely his breath over his leaking head, but receiving an affirmation that he's doing well always felt good.

He licks a fat stripe over the side of his dick, following a throbbing vein before engulfing his head. He suckles on it, tongue twirling expertly before digging into his shaft.

Jeongguk thighs tremor, hips shoving forward involuntarily for more. "Deeper. Go fucking deeper."

Taehyung glares at the camera, he knew Jeongguk was watching him through it. He pulls back with a gentle kiss instead and spit over his dick, wetting it by gently pecking at his sensitive skin. His cock was so pretty and intimidating, long, thick, veiny, pinkish.. and tasted so good.

"Don't tell me what to do Gguk..."

He knew what response he'll get.

Jeongguk almost cackles and the fingers in his hair turns mean, "Who you think you convinced right now? Hm?" He shoves his dick against his cheek, dragging saliva and pre-cum on his soft skin, humiliating him, "You're too stupid to think for yourself baby... didn't you know that?"

Taehyung cock jumps in his pant and his legs unconsciously squeeze together, probably in hope to alleviate some tension. But it was useless. And Jeongguk didn't miss it.

He snickers and doesn't wait another second to push him down on his length, basking in the loud gag. "Fuck.. this.. this is what you're only good at baby.."

Taehyung eyes brims with tears at the sudden intrusion, the fat cock rested heavily in his throat. He might have a throat that could end wars, skilled enough that his private twitter handle used to be @ throatgoat95  for the longest time.

But Jeongguk was ridiculously hung, so much his hand could barely cover it entirely. And something as massive shoved straight in his unprepared mouth was bound to humble the bests.

He tries to breathes through it and swallows around his dick, "Want me to force you on it some more?"

Taehyung shakes his head no as a tear slide down his rosy cheek.

"No?"

"Mhm."

He starts a slow pace, showing Jeongguk he doesn't need his help yet. A proof that he's good, he can be good to him.

He glides back and forth, cheeks hollowing as he goes further and further. Jeongguk's little groans for motivation.

He sucks him as best he can, using every tricks he knows to bring him to the edge fast. His ears are strained towards the entrance, focusing on every little sound that comes out of it.

"Look at the camera baby."

He obeys, his troubled teary eyes flutter up to the phone and a breathy 'fuck' escaped his lips. Taehyung looked obscene. His eyes dripped with devotion, so wide and pretty and begging for Jeongguk's praises.

It reminded him of a corrupted angel, one heaven must've thrown out for looking this sinful. Too filthy to be holy yet too pure to be real. Gazing up with innocence and soft features yet slurping around his cock with a dedication that should concern him.

"So fucking beautiful.. I'll fap so good to this.. look at your cute little face and wish it was your mouth instead.." His tattooed fingers gently caress his cheek, right under his eye before cupping his chin and forcing him off his dick. "You know how pretty you are kitty?"

Taehyung blushes and coyly nuzzles his pelvis, hiding his face. "D-don't.."

"Open up."

Taehyung giddily obliges, plump lips parting wide as he sits up straight like a good puppy you just promised a treat to. Jeongguk bites on his endeared smile.

He takes a hold of his own dick to drag it over the glistening lips. Gently thrusting just the tip before withdrawing and painting his cheeks sticky with the saliva that coated it. Then going back again to tap it on the lolled out tongue.

And he spits in his mouth, loud enough for the filthy sound of it to echo. "Swallow."

Taehyung hums as he does so. Tasting the mint and nicotine. And he opens up again to prove he swallowed it all.

"Good boy Taehyung-ah." He grins, "Want more?"

He nods, an eye shutting when Jeongguk decided to poke him with his dick. "Please."

"Please what?"

Taehyung bites on his lip, cheeks flushing as his hands fists his jogger, joints turning white, "P-please.. spit.. spit on me."

"If you ask so nicely..." Jeongguk mocks before spitting straight at his closed lips. Saliva filthily smears down his chin but he still hungrily licks his cherry flesh.

Jeongguk's dick jolted in his hold and he doesn't stop himself from spitting again all over his face, in his mouth, his left then right cheek, sometimes high enough to almost blind the poor boy. "Ahh Gguk.. my eye!!" He whined as he jerked off from the spit suddenly coating his eyelid.

"You know how many people dream of being in my place right now?" He sadistically smirks at the ruined face.

"How many..."

"A fucking shit load.., yet only I can.. right?"

Taehyung nods before chasing after his dick, catching it between his luscious lips. "Mhmm.."

"To see you on your knees sucking my cock.." He suddenly shoved it back in, "Ngh shit.. swallowing it like a champ.." Taehyung dives in deeper, gobbling him entirely, "Fuck.. fuck.. what would you do if that video gets out hm?"

Taehyung just moans on the length, tongue swirling around and teasing pulsating veins. He could tell Jeongguk was already close, so he gives it his best, using all of his strength to allow him deeper and deeper in his throat.

"You'll like that wouldn't you." He meanly drills back and forth, "Let the world see how good you are to me.. how- fucking hell.. fucking slutty you are."

Taehyung just flutters his eyes at the camera, tears streaming down his face as he chokes on the dick, excess spit streaming down his chin and over Jeongguk's balls.

"You're a fucking slut Taehyung aren't you?"

He nods. "Mhmm..."

It's the truth after all.

He was a slut for Jeongguk.

Anybody with working eyes would say so.

And the guy that suddenly barged in the bathroom, definitely could testify of it. "Wow what the fuck!?"

Jeongguk flinches, immediately shuts his phone as he whips his head towards the entrance. His wide, quite pissed boba eyes fall over the man froze next to the urinals.

Fuck.

The silence is deafening, nobody dares to make a move, scared of what might happen next.

And here it was, the moment it would bite them in the ass. Jeongguk would've never thought their career would end over something this stupid. Over Taehyung's godly blow job but stupid nonetheless.

He knows, as the one in charge, he should force Taehyung up, play it off as a misunderstanding. Taehyung was just searching for an earring and his shorts just so happened to have slipped under his dick. It was believable right. A perfectly sane story.

But it wasn't counting on Taehyung still deepthroating him, too lost in headspace to realise the new presence nor Jeongguk's paralysed body.

"Huh.. I.. Don't- Don't mind me I guess." He blurts out but doesn't move.

Jeongguk feels his cock jump in excitement, eyes still casted on the man. It was thrilling, exhilarating even to display themselves in such a filthy manner. Them who always had to show a polished version of themselves, the good guys with plastic smiles, rehearsed laughters and spotless reputations. Now showing the world how nasty him and Taehyung could get. How good he could make his boyfriend submit. He almost felt proud.

Taehyung suddenly jumped up in realisation, his wide panicked eyes fled between Jeongguk's and the stranger. "Gg-Ggukie.. Jeongguk.."

Jeongguk's mind went blank at the sight of his terrified expression, as if his brain simply shut off. Deep inside, that little shadow of wickedness rose to fire, wild brazen flames suddenly raging out of control and consuming him whole.

He let his cruelty have the best of him.

That's why with an evil grin he forced the elder on his feet and dragged him to the nearest shower stall. His hooded eyes glancing mischievously at the bummed stranger as they walked past him, his cock still free as bird.

"Jeongguk.. we-we're so fucked! We're over. This-T-This is over! We're gonna lose everything! Oh my god.. oh my god.."

Jeongguk pushes him against the wall, consciously leaving the door unlocked. And he pecks him once, twice, thrice, "Calm down kitty, calm down.. nothing gonna happen."

Taehyung shakes his head, new tears brimming his eyes and this time not from pleasure, "No! Everyone gon-"

"Get on your knees Taehyung."

He flinches, "What?!"

"Can't see I'm still rock hard?" He meanly squeezes Taehyung's own hardness, he smirks, "And so you are, we're not done."

Taehyung is left gaping like a fish out of water. Somebody just saw him sucking dick like it was his last meal, he'll probably sell this story to anybody willing to give him a buck. Their career is practically over. And here was Jeongguk asking him to continue? Has he gone crazy?

He was feeling a bit paranoid, he admits, chances are the guy probably didn't know them. But still, he just got caught sucking dick.

"You asked for this didn't you baby?" He nips at his jaw, "You knew this would happen.. You were waiting for it.. Man up and get on your knees. Don't make me repeat myself, you wouldn't like it.. you know that."

And Taehyung, oh so sweet and devoted Taehyung once again fell to his knees, face to face with the angry pink tip.

Jeongguk this time doesn't waste any second, since both his hand were free he grabbed his thin nape and forced himself inside. Loudly growling as he used his boyfriend's mouth like a fleshlight.

"Fuck fuck fuck.. you know he's hearing us right now.." His head tilts back and he almost goes cross eyed. "I just know he wished it was him in my place.. ngh blowing me so fucking good baby.."

Taehyung felt as ecstatic as Jeongguk, the coldness of his panic morphed in burning pleasure. And his hands flailed around in distress at the sudden lack of breath before gripping the thick thighs. "Mnghhh.."

The reverberation of his moan tightened Jeongguk's sack who was suddenly getting played by lean manicured fingers.

He was close, so close.

He kept ramming inside like Taehyung was an endless hole of flesh and spit. He knew they both liked it.

His shin then pressed against the clothed cock and Taehyung was now a weeping mess, trying his best to push away as he slapped Jeongguk's thighs. He couldn't breathe with his nose pressed against his pubes and his tears and spit wasn't of any help.

"Look at how hard you are by getting used like that.. you're such a fucking whore Taehyung-ah."

Suddenly he pulls back and Taehyung took it as mercy as he drew in a long pained breath. But suddenly icy water started to pour on them, "Gguk- Gguk,," he sobbed, "Turn it off!! So so cold.."

Jeongguk only grinned, watching with barely hidden satisfaction how pretty Taehyung looked this abused. His silky hair now sticked to his head, his eyes red and wide begging for help, his lips bitten and red, almost as red as his chubby cheeks. With the water pouring on him he couldn't tell if a droplet was his tears or water, but he knew he was crying. And he looked so beautiful. All fragile and helpless.

"You know what to say if you want to stop." He caresses his cheek, Taehyung leans in the warmth.

"M-maybe.. maybe we could slow down.." He meekly glanced up at him. And it took everything in Jeongguk to not scoop him in his arms and pepper him in thousand of kisses.

"Yeah.. how so baby?"

"Turn.. turn the water off.. please.. it's too cold."

"But..." He suddenly places his foot on his soaked pants, right above his dick and meanly stomps on it, "I wanted to clean you up.. you looked so messy and disgusting with all that spit on your face.." He fakes a pout.

Taehyung cries grow louder and his head slumps against the wall as he involuntarily grinds up against his foot. "Ggukie.."

"You should say thank you.. I'm helping you there."

Taehyung dumbly nods, his back arching as he puts more pressure on his dick, white sneaker insolently rubbing him to over sensibility. "T-Than..angh.. you.."

"Good boy Taehyung-ah..good boy.." He whispered.

Jeongguk turns the water into a warmer setting, taking mercy upon him. And as he keeps on meanly stomping on his dick, he drills his own back into his mouth. He won't last long.

With erratic thrust, he grabs onto Taehyung's limp head, driving far in. He could feel the silky walls of his throat swallowing him deep, his abused lips circling his base, his tongue lapping at whatever he could through hollowed cheeks.

And its by looking down at the doe eyes of his lover sweetly gazing up at him through his tears that he stumbled across the edge, the sound of a faucet running in the distance. "You want my cum baby?"

He vigorously nods, "P-pease.." He tries to beg through a mouthful.

"You'll swallow it all? Drink it like you're meant to? Like the cumslut you are?"

Taehyung nods again, whining in frustration as his teeth teasingly grazes his sensitive flesh.

And Jeongguk comes in long heavy spurt of cum that land directly in his throat. It trickled down like warm syrup, fulfilling and sweet, lighting up his every veins with dopamine. And hungrily, Taehyung gulps it all down. Like a champ, it was his prize after all, his reward for all his efforts.

"Fuck Taehyung baby..." He grunted out, his forehead leaning on the wall in exhaustion.

He takes his sweet time pulling away and admires how Taehyung, despite his exhaustion, laps him clean, so gently as if it was a lollipop. And he swallowed every beads of cum, finishing it off by tenderly kissing his head. He opens wide to prove he drank it all.

"My little kitty.."

"Mhh.." Taehyung could barely rasp a word, his throat was too abused.

"You did so great didn't you?" Jeongguk easily forces him back on his feet, holding him tight against his chest, the warm water was now soothing. "Was such a good boy for me hm? The best boy." He pecks the apple of his cheek, nose deeply breathing in his sweet scent.

Taehyung hugs him with all the strength left in him, his arms limp around his neck. He basks in the sweet touches, Jeongguk's head right against his neck that he softly kisses. "I love you so much baby."

Taehyung grins, shivers, "Mhhh.. I'll say it back once you'll fuck me well enough.."

He laughs and caresses the tiny waist, he looked so sexy with that soaked white tank top clinging onto him, "Fucking slut."

"You love that slut."

"How couldn't I?"

Jeongguk kisses him, their lips meeting in a restless storm, crashing together like thunderclaps splitting the sky. They parted for a heartbeat, only long enough to frenziedly fumble with wet clothes, before violently crashing back together.

Jeongguk's trembling fingers were reaching for his jogger when Taehyung stopped him. He pants against his mouth, "Wait.. c-can you eat me out?"

Jeongguk stills, gaping at his blushing lover as if he grew a second head, "Since when you ever had to ask me?"

Only god knows how many times Taehyung pinned him down on their bed as he used his face as a chair. And only god knows he never once complained, on the contrary, he thanked him.

He only shakes his head, a clear sign of incredulity before flipping him over, his chest flushed against his back as he grinds his already hardening cock above his ass. "Don't ever ask stupid question like that again Taehyung-ah."

Tattooed hand gripping at the hem of his pants, he yanks them down in a swift motion, falling on his knees to clock back to work. "I don't- What the fucking hell?!"

His gasp echoed in the room, loud and unrestrained. But the only thing that mattered at this moment was the magnificence of the view.

"You like it Ggukie?"

"Fuck... Just.. Fuck.. I can't believe you're wearing that." His hands languidly reached for his ass, admiring with stars coated eyes how perfectly it got hugged by the jockstrap. "Why?"

He can't help but pull at the straps, testing the pliancy, hoping it'll mark the smooth skin. And it sharply snapped back. If Jeongguk was hard before, you could now use his dick as a hammer.

Taehyung giggles, arching more in his hands, "It's for working out.."

He spanks him, a red imprint of his hand on his jiggly flesh. Taehyung recoils before leaning back into his cradling palms again, "And the truth now."

He bites on his lip, plays coy, "Easy access.."

Jeongguk shakes his head in disbelief, just when he thought Taehyung couldn't get any sluttier he proves him wrong again. He already wore all types of lingerie, be it masculine or feminine. He wonders what'll be next, "You fucking whore... That's why it was so fucking jiggly.. I knew your ass too well… You really pushed the nineties gay porn RP to the max didn’t you.”

He allows his calloused palms to feel him up entirely. He grasps at his dainty thighs, hips, cheeks, sometimes daring enough to venture in his warmth before caressing over the pathetic excuse of fabric.

He plays with the soft flesh, squeezing it before parting it, imprinting it in red marks, branding him. His ass.  Jeongguk's.

It wasn't too big or too flat, it was round, bouncy and peachy, harmonious with the rest of his lean elegant curves, it was perfect. To Jeongguk's eyes at least "Looks so damn cute.. wanna eat it all up."

Maybe it was his hungry mind talking but his butt was like a luscious bowl of hot spicy noodles, he just wanted to slurp and slurp until he couldn't feel his own mouth, numbed by its sweetness.

If Taehyung ever heard him comparing his ass to spicy noodles, he knows he would've gotten slapped. Lunch hour was around the corner in his defence. 

Taehyung squirms, "Nobody's stopping you.."

He grunts, maybe his little hole could satiate him for the time being. There's only one way to find out after all.

He slaps him again, admiring with a silent smirk how it jiggled, "What do we say?"

"Please.. please.. please eat me out." He sighs.

And Jeongguk grabs at his cheeks, spreading him wide before diving in.

He immediately starts a rough pace. Kisses his rim before licking a fat strip over it. He makes out with his hole like he would do his mouth, pierced lips moving animatedly against his pinkness.

Taehyung loudly moans before hushing himself with a hand, the feeling of Jeongguk's cold hoops still makes him shiver like the first time. His legs trembles and if it wasn't for the tatted arms keeping him in place, he would've fell to his bruised knees for the third time today. "Nghh.. so so good.."

Jeongguk grunts against his entrance before forcing his tongue inside, exploring everything he could. Everything he already discovered.

He could eat Taehyung's ass for every meal if it was morally correct. He tasted sweet and powdery, like lotion, the one he glazes his entire body with every single morning. Just like sucking on a candy.

As he devours him, teeth sometimes teasingly biting at his reddening rim, he jerks himself off to the feeling of Taehyung's ass on his face. "M-more Gguk please.. Need you inside.. please."

"Thought you wanted me to eat your little pussy?" He mocks before spitting over his winking hole, "Ain't you being greedy?" He spanks it.

Taehyung flinches in pain, fingers suddenly grabbing at jet black hair. He pushes Jeongguk's further against his ass, maybe in a silent message to shut up and obey for once.

And Jeongguk complies, the tip of his tongue slowly, painfully, circles over the ring of skin before drilling in, slurping around. A tattooed finger soon joins his tongue, and a second. Soon his mouth is replaced by three fingers harshly scissoring him open as he paints his cheeks in red hickeys, mellow walls softening the harder his wrist smacked against his ass.

"Want my dick Taehyung-ah?" He whispers in his ear, free hand pulling on a sensitive nipple, "Feel how hard it's for you?"

"Want it so bad." He grinds on his fingers, begging for more, "Want you deep inside.. only ngh fuck only you can go this deep please.."

That was a good ego boost, he'll admit.

"So sweetly asked.. how can I say no now.." He aligns himself with this shivering entrance, tip gently kissing rim, he didn't need any lube or spit thanks to the pouring water. "You'll have to be silent kitty.. there's so many people out there.."

They both peek at the unlocked door, anybody who felt curious enough could push the door open and witness the kind of scene that brands itself into memory. Taehyung in a jockstrap, getting ploughed by Jeongguk, his alleged band mate in a public shower. They could only imagine the headlines. "I'll be silent.. promise.."

Jeongguk doesn't need more to swiftly dive back home in one long shove, his pelvis lecherously smacking against his ass.

It was as if Jeongguk wanted to prove him wrong, show him that no, he couldnt in fact keep his promise. He's a liar. Because the moan that escaped Taehyung's mouth was loud enough to echo past the bathroom.

"Tsk tsk tsk.. you useless little dummy.. I asked you of one thing didn't I?" He sneers in his ear as he grinds his hips, allowing Taehyung to get used to the imposing presence inside him. He still had a silver of compassion left.

"So.. ngh fuck.. so f-fucking big.."

"I know baby.. Ain't that what you like?" He slowly moves back, just the slightest before digging back in.

"L-love it angh so much.. move.. please."

Jeongguk's cock almost felt like it breached out his throat from how deep it plunged in his unprepared hole. It felt heavy and long.. so fucking long inside him. He'll never get used to that choking feeling.

The younger's forehead rests on his shoulder as he tries to even his breathing and not burst embarrassingly fast. But it wasn't an easy task, in fact it took every ounce of restraint to remain still. Taehyung's walls were silky, as silky as tangled sheets after midnight, smooth against burning skin, moist from pleasure. And it drove him insane every fucking time.

"Move.. please please please fuck me.."

And said restraint shattered in a dam break of exhilaration.

With one hand digging in his hip, the other his neck, he started a dangerous pace. Fucking into Taehyung was as euphoric as racing through empty city streets with nothing to stop him, wind brushing through his hair, veins pumping with adrenaline. It left him breathless, erratic and sky-high on lust.

His shoves were precise, he knew exactly what and where he aimed and it didn't take long for Taehyung to suddenly tremor at his sweet spot getting abused. "Finding it faster and faster each time.." He boasts, tatted fingers squeezing at thin neck.

Taehyung pants, nailed digging in Jeongguk's muscly arms, "Angh right here.. more more please.. more.."

"What more could your little pussy want huh? I'm as deep as it goes."

Taehyung shakes his head, he had trouble breathing because of the water still raining on them and Jeongguk's hand seizing his neck. He's certain he'll leave marks.

"Faster.. go fa-angh faster.. bruise me.. hurt me.."

His cock jumps in the tightness, hips stuttering, "Careful what you wish for."

The hand enlaced in his jock travels upward and rests right under his navel. And he pulls entirely out, building momentum before drilling back in a thrust loud enough to bang against the walls. The tip of his protruding cock insolently poking his own palm through Taehyung's soft stomach.

And while he bruisingly bit on the honey-skinned shoulder to shut his groan, Taehyung yelped, piercingly. If anybody was with them they'd now know for certain what on Earth was going down in this stall. And the sound of another shower running was enough confirmation. Somebody was listening to them.

"Shut up.. keep your mouth shut.. somebody's right next to us.. You're too fucking loud Tae."

"C-can't help it... too good..."

Jeongguk smirks despite himself, his thrusts were rhythmic and he palmed harder the bump in Taehyung's tummy. "Feel how full you are? How deep I'm in." His finger caress over his navel, "I'm right under your belly button baby.."

"Nghhh mhmm.. so full.. so hard..fuck so big.."

"Mhm.. that's right.. the best right?"

"Yeah.." It's breathy. He turns his head enough for Jeongguk to peck the corner of his lips before biting at his jaw. "The best.. mine.."

"That's right." He rams out and back in, each time stronger and faster than the previous, "Yours."

Taehyung sounded nothing less than pornographic with his high pitched whimper and low moans. Heck he could cum from his sounds only.

And that was a problem. Only him was allowed to hear this sweet melody, as enchanting as a siren's song. He worked for that, hard, and he'll be damned if he'll grant anybody the pleasure of hearing it.

He pulls out, shutting Taehyung's displeased mewl with a pinch of his butt, "What you don't understand in shut up Taehyungie? Why do you want everybody to hear what's fucking mine?"

He roughly slides the jockstrap off his perfect body, not missing the leaking pinkish cock. But he knew better than to touch it.

"Wha-"

Taehyung could barely finish that the fabric was meanly pushed in his mouth, "Bite on it and shut up. Can you do that or it's also too much for you to handle?"

His irises suddenly turn black, pupils widening as if high on amphetamine while he bites on his used underwear. It was filthy, disgusting even, but so fucking hot.

Jeongguk suddenly holds him up in his strong arms, forcing their bodies against the wall as he drives back home in a quick and harsh thrust.

Taehyung's loud moan died against his jock, he hugs Jeongguk neck, nails digging in his new shoulder tattoo. His cock bounces up at the sheer display of force. It was so easy for Jeongguk to still manhandle him to his heart's content, pinning him to walls, carrying him by the thighs, forcing him up and down his cock as if he weighted nothing.

It's as if it was a reminder Jeongguk will always be in charge, that he could work out for as long he wants he'll still never be bigger, stronger than him. He could try but he'll never come close. Taehyung could get buff all he wants, he'll always look small in his hold. And he doesn't mind. On the contrary.

"You always force me to be mean.." He pants against his ear, fingers digging into soft flesh, "I really wanna.. fuck.. I really wanna fuck you nice a-and slow sometimes..." He bites on his lobe, meanly sucking before pulling it, "But you don't want me to treat you right.."

Taehyung clenches around him, tight slippery skin grasping around Jeongguk's dick like a vice. He wished he could reply but he knew spitting out his gag wouldn't be of any good. Knowing Jeongguk he could stop it all together and leave him blue balled for all he cared, he was mean like that.

So he only desperately gazed at him through heavy lidded eyes.

"God.. just like that.. clench around me like that.." He peeks down at this leaking hard dick, "Wanna cum baby?"

He nods, his tears mixing with the warm water.

"Look at your belly bulge kitty... See how far I'm in.. that's my home here.. I live there.." He presses against the eldest, his abs brushing against his cock and the bulge, "Only I can go there, right?"

He nods again, that's the only thing he could do really when he was gagged and pinned by Jeongguk's authority.

"Mhmmm.."

"Won't ever let anybody in but me?"

"Nghhh.."

"Good, I'll hunt anybody who'll ever  even  dare watching you like that.." His thrusts grow erratic, out of control, messy yet toe-curlingly good. "You're mine Taehyung-ah.. always."

Taehyung eyes lovingly gapes at him before rolling to the back of his head in pleasure once he felt fingers pinch at his sensitive nipple. Rolling and twisting and pulling on the pearl until he was full on sobbing in pain. Jeongguk was holding him with one hand and the thought made butterflies swamp in his stomach, "Nghh.. ngh.. nghhhh!"

"Come for me pretty... Come all over me."

The ground Taehyung is standing on shakes, cracks with every rock of Jeongguk's cock in his guts. And it eventually crumbled to ashes when tatted fingers whisper over his head, a hickey getting suck on shivering skin. "Anghhhh.." He spits the jock out, "Fuck fuck fuck Gguk..."

"That's right.. Come from my dick only baby.. come on.."

And Taehyung allows himself to fall, a long silent fall. White noise deafening in his ears as he comes, ropes and ropes of milky white cum coating both their stomachs, some even reaching his abused nipple, "God.. Jeongguk.."

Said man follows suit almost immediately, stomach sinking, adrenaline surging, the fervid hold on his cock almost painful. And he stumbles across the edge a second time, this time the free fall was much sweeter, Taehyung's opened arms were here to catch and soften his landing.

He erupted, flooding his guts enough to see his bulge visibly grow from outside. "Fucking hell..." He groaned.

Long minutes passed by as they tried to land back on Earth, regaining their breath, controlling their shivering limbs.

He tried to cast his eyes away from his bump but it was too addictive to know he made a home so deep inside his lover it visibly showed on his slender body. He wished he could live there forever.

"Ggukie.."

He gapes at him, lips automatically meeting the bitten ones, "Baby.."

"So full Gguk.."

"I know baby.. I know.. I'll take care of you.." He smooshes his cheeks, his nose, his chin, his forehead, his eyes, his lips. Everywhere his mouth could reach. And he basked in the soft smile he got in response, gentle fingers caressing jet black hair. "You did so good.. took me so well.. looked so perfect.."

"I-I was?"

"The best, always."

"Mhh." He nuzzles his neck, hiding in its crook in exhaustion.

"I'll pull out now.."

If they were home, there would've been no chances Taehyung would've allowed them to separate so fast. He always needed a minute to part.

"MKay.." He whispered and Jeongguk's heart jerked, he's always been extremely soft spoken, but in after-sex bliss, his voice could melt ice.

They both hiss when he gently slips away.

"Gonna put you down.. that's okay kitty?"

Taehyung sighs, deeply breathing in a last time his musky perfume, "Mhm."

"Good.. just hold onto me."

Staying on his own feet wasn't easy, his legs shook like a newborn foal trying to stand for the first time. And Jeongguk was endeared. His lips carressed every parcel of skin before eventually heading back home, right on his mouth.

"Wanna turn around for me?" He whispers, he wasn't really asking, he knew that.

Taehyung shakily obliges, tattooed hand firmly holding his waist, his head slumps against the wall.

He knew what Jeongguk wanted to do. They almost did it every time,

Burning kisses travels the map of his body, starting at his bruised shoulder, down his neck, along the length of his spine and to his waist. It was the softest Jeongguk had kissed him that day. His rough palms caressed the long of his wet curve, squeezing when he explored the tender flesh beneath.

"Ggukie.. legs hurts.. please.."

"I know baby.. be a bit more patient for me, okay?" He whispers against his lower back and his hands gently soothed his bruised knees. "Spread."

Manicured coy hands slithers over his plump ass and pushes his cheeks apart.

"Good..." Jeongguk whispers. He could almost feel his little guy spring back to life again. His eyes couldn't break apart from the angry red flower winking at him. White cum oozing out on slender thighs in a steady flow. "Next time you wear a jock, also wear a plug for the whole package.." He teasingly bites his butt, "..I'd kill to see you work out full of my cum safely kept up there."

Taehyung leans more on his hold, "Thought about it.. but I didn't take any with me."

Jeongguk snorts as he tongues the fluttering hole, his own cum catching on it. He giddily swallows it, "Should've asked.. you know I always come prepared."

Taehyung bites on a moan when two fingers plunges into him. He was already too sensitive, each touch felt like ice cube on his burning ring of flesh.. not that.. he would know the sensation.. "W-wanted to surprise you.. Slower.."

Jeongguk shakes away the hand that grabbed his wrist and obliges. He emptied his sweetness with slow languorous shoves and if Taehyung wasn't seconds away from crumbling in fatigue, he would've went for another round.

"Done?"

He kisses his rim, tongue lapping over, gently, as if apologising for what he put it through. "Mhm..."

Taehyung leans further on the wall as Jeongguk gets back on his feet, manoeuvring him around like a doll.

Tatted fingers holds his jaw and next thing he realises Jeongguk is kissing him again. Taehyung has enough force to answer it, his lips parting and allowing Jeongguk to coat his tongue with his cum. "Nghh.."

He gulps it hungrily as Jeongguk licked over his cherry lips, bites, before diving in again in a soft battle of tongue. White ending messily dripping off the corner of their lips.

"Say it back."

"Huh?" His doe eyes curiously gaped at him.

"Say it back. You told me if I fuck you well enough you'd say it back."

Taehyung grins and caresses the milky skin of his wet jaw before pecking him, "But.. did you really do it well enough Jeongguk-ah?"

His voice was sweet and innocent, the one he uses to taunt him.

Jeongguk glares, 'Fucking adorable..' Taehyung thought.

"You're mean." He solemnly declared, not an ounce of humour on his face.

And Taehyung sweetly giggles. He engulfs him in his arms before smooching him all over, he then whispers against his lips, "I love you too pup."

Jeongguk grunts in satisfaction, nose pressing against the soft skin of his neck, as if trying to prove the nickname right. He won't admit it but he loved when Taehyung called him this way, and he rarely did so, only when Jeongguk deserved it, when he did well. Ahh he's so gone...

They quickly wash themselves, sharing pecks and massages here and there.

"I'll go out first then-"

"No. I'm not letting you go."

"Gguk!"

"We'll go out together." He finally pushes away with a last smooch.

"There's people out there!?"

"I don't really fucking care baby. A guy already saw my dick half an hour ago, that's the least of my concerns right now."

Thankfully the facility provided clean towels in each stalls, guess that's the privileges of a premium gym. He finally turned the water off and grabbed a towel to dry Taehyung's hair.

He was pliant in his hold, allowing Jeongguk to take care of him while he only gazed at his concentrated face, he was so lucky to have a boyfriend as caring. Jeongguk notices the loving stare and boyishly smirks, leaning forward to delicately kiss him.

Wrapping a towel around his hips then around his own, he grabs all of their clothes, luckily his phone didn't get wet since he had enough lucidity to set it on the towel rack.

Offering his free hand to the concerned elder, he shoots him a reassuring smile and pecks his pout away, a silent 'Nothing will happen to you, I'm here.'

Not a word was shared. Nor needed.

"Come."

They barged out of the stall, Jeongguk with his wide chest puffed out, head held high while Taehyung followed behind, his hold on Jeongguk's hand bruising. He looked at his feet to ignore every stare thrown their way.

There must have been three guys, and all five of them knew very well what was going on. It was painfully obvious, almost ridiculous. But if the duo noticed a few hard-ons, they decided to laugh about it in the privacy of their room.

"What did I tell you huh?! I fucking told you they were fucking bro."

"That's crazy man! Who are they?"

"No idea...Wait... Isn’t.."

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