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When Jungkook arrived back at the house that evening from town, he found Taehyung in the kitchen working on dinner. He paused in the doorway to watch; Taehyung was as of yet unaware of his presence and going about his work happily, humming softly as he chopped vegetables in quick precise movements. There was already a pot of something boiling on the stove and a skillet with chicken sizzling in it. Even though he adored Taehyung’s cooking, Jungkook was less concerned with the food than he was with simply admiring Taehyung. Jungkook liked to take long moments almost every day to just quietly observe his lover doing ordinary things around the house like cooking or cleaning. Taehyung was a delight to watch; he brought a sense of elegance to everything he did with his inherent grace and easy confident movements.
Jungkook shuffled his feet a bit to let Taehyung know he was there before stepping into the kitchen. Taehyung paused in his task and looked up to flash Jungkook a welcoming smile, his beautiful deep brown eyes crinkling at the corners. “Hello handsome.”
Jungkook grinned and stepped close to press a kiss to Taehyung’s warm lips. “Look who’s talking,” he murmured before letting his mouth trail along Taehyung’s jaw. Taehyung let his eyes drift shut with a tiny sigh, tilting his head slightly to allow Jungkook greater access. Jungkook took full advantage of this, nipping lightly at the corner of Taehyung’s jaw before catching his earlobe between his teeth and worrying it gently. Jungkook moved on after a moment, letting his lips slide down Taehyung’s neck to his scent gland, nosing it gently and drawing in deep huffs of Taehyung’s familiar aroma. Taehyung shivered and let out a barely audible whine of disappointment when Jungkook pulled away.
Jungkook chuckled and planted one last kiss against Taehyung’s lips. “I better stop before I get carried away,” he said with a smile but he couldn’t resist a quick squeeze to the omega’s firm backside as he stepped away toward the stove. “Your ass looks amazing in those jeans by the way.”
Taehyung scowled over his shoulder at Jungkook. “You’re such a tease,” he groused before turning back to his cutting board.
Jungkook laughed as he took up the spatula and pushed the chicken around the skillet, tilting the pan so the oil ran and coated everything evenly. “There’ll be plenty of time for that later.”
Despite Jungkook’s words, the two of them flirted endlessly as they moved around each other in the kitchen, Jungkook falling seamlessly into the routine of helping Taehyung. Taehyung might be the so-called chef of the pair but Jungkook knew his way around a kitchen well enough and was no slouch in the cooking department either. With both of them working, dinner was done quickly and they found themselves seated at the table with full plates and glasses of red wine.
Jungkook took a bite and nodded in approval. “As orgasmic as always, love,” he teased, watching the faintest blush color Taehyung’s cheekbones. Taehyung tried to hide it as he disappeared into his wine glass for a long moment.
“Well the wine you chose is a perfect match, as always,” he said when he came up for air.
Jungkook grinned. “I’m glad you approve. There’s plenty more left.” He nodded at the bottle sitting within arm’s reach. Taehyung’s blush darkened and Jungkook chuckled. “Remember the last time you drank too much wine at dinner? I certainly do.”
It hadn’t been all that long ago, either. Taehyung had drunk nearly the entire bottle of merlot by himself minus the glass that Jungkook had. The older man had gotten delightfully tipsy and ended up in Jungkook’s lap, their tongues in each other’s mouths before they’d even managed to leave the table. As it turned out, they hadn’t left the table at all. Taehyung had ended up on his back on the polished surface, the dishes hastily pushed aside to make room. Jungkook would never forget the way Taehyung’s nails had dug into his back or the way Taehyung’s legs had wrapped around him as they moved together in search of a swift climax.
Taehyung cleared his throat and shifted in his chair. “Jungkook, don’t allude to such things at the dinner table,” he scolded, having the grace to look embarrassed despite the touch of lust Jungkook could see in his eyes.
Jungkook grinned wolfishly. “What, the table I fucked you on?” He tapped a long finger against the tabletop teasingly.
Taehyung shot him a glare and didn’t say anything else on the subject. But Jungkook noticed that he drank deeply of his wine and it wasn’t long before Taehyung was reaching for the bottle for a refill.
The rest of dinner was occupied with rather humorless talk about pack business. Jungkook poured himself a second glass of wine, only to find that he’d gotten the last of it. It seemed that Taehyung had gulped the rest without him noticing. When Taehyung rose to take their dishes to the sink, Jungkook smiled fondly as he watched his boyfriend’s steps weave back and forth ever so slightly. Chances were that Taehyung was feeling good, just a bit fuzzy and he would likely want to cuddle after cleaning up the kitchen. Jungkook got up and headed after Taehyung, bringing the empty wine bottle for the recycling bin.
Taehyung was at the sink, letting the water run over their plates in preparation for the dishwasher. Jungkook dumped the bottle in the appropriate bin just inside the pantry door and wandered back to where Taehyung stood, moving up behind him and sliding his arms around Taehyung’s slender waist. Jungkook tightened his hold and drew Taehyung back against his broad chest, burying his nose in Taehyung’s silky locks and inhaling. There was the faint trace of shampoo from Taehyung’s morning shower still lingering but under that was the scent that was uniquely Taehyung: cinnamon and spice dashed with a hint of something clear and cold like mountain air. Jungkook breathed deeply; it was a smell he adored. Taehyung smelled like home.
Taehyung turned the faucet off and leaned back against Jungkook, his hands coming up to wrap around Jungkook’s wrists. “Are you sniffing me again?”
Jungkook nodded even though Taehyung couldn’t see it and spoke into his hair, muffled. “Yes. You smell good enough to eat.” There was the faintest whiff of vanilla sweetness clinging to Taehyung’s skin under his regular scent and Jungkook recognized it. “Your heat is coming isn't it?”
Taehyung chuckled, a low rich sound that Jungkook never tired of hearing. “I’ll take that as the highest of compliments. And yes, it is. My cycle should be starting in about five days.”
“Mmm, no wonder you smell extra enticing.” Jungkook used his nose to nudge aside soft locks to expose the back of Taehyung’s neck, where he planted a light kiss. “I’ll never understand how you always smell so good. Even when you’ve been working hard and sweating you still smell delicious.”
“That’s my little secret,” Taehyung murmured, shivering as Jungkook’s teeth scraped gently against the nape of his neck. Jungkook’s hands moved, flattening against Taehyung’s stomach before his long fingers slipped under the hem of his old button down. Taehyung sighed at the warmth of Jungkook’s palms sliding along his skin, up over his ribs and back down along his sides. Jungkook’s fingertips dipped just under the waistband of Taehyung’s jeans, briefly teasing the skin there before darting away again. The fleeting touch was still enough to get Taehyung’s heart beating faster.
Jungkook’s hands continued upward once again, skimming over Taehyung’s abdomen and up to his chest where unerring fingertips found tender nipples and tweaked them. Taehyung reacted instantly, gasping sharply as his whole body jolted in surprise at the sudden spike of mixed pleasure and pain that raced through him. Jungkook’s thumbs rubbed gently at his nipples, soothing the discomfort away until only the pleasure remained, pleasure that mounted gradually and soon had him breathing harder.
The change in Taehyung’s breath wasn’t lost on Jungkook. He knew Taehyung’s nipples were extremely sensitive and playing with them was a sure way to work the omega up into full blown arousal. It always spurred such delicious reactions from Taehyung, making it one of Jungkook's favorite things to do. He rolled the twin peaks between thumb and forefinger and had to smile a bit when Taehyung gave a small yelp and practically writhed against Jungkook, grinding his ass backward into Jungkook's groin. Jungkook growled at the sensation it brought and bucked his hips forward against Taehyung.
Taehyung let out a quiet moan as he felt the unmistakable half-hardness of Jungkook's cock pressing against him. “Are you trying to get me worked up?” he asked in a slightly strained voice as he shifted his hips and pressed further back into Jungkook.
Jungkook chuckled. “What if I was?” He leaned forward and bit at the back of Taehyung’s neck again.
Taehyung gasped. “I'd say it’s working.”
Jungkook responded by bringing a hand out from under Taehyung's shirt and up to swiftly swipe the hair away from Taehyung's neck before dipping his head and latching his mouth onto the smooth skin. Taehyung shivered as soft lips worked their way along his neck, followed by teeth nipping gently in their wake. There was a pause and his earlobe was caught and drawn into a hot wet mouth while dexterous fingers rolled his hard nipple between them. Taehyung squirmed, moaning softly as he shamelessly ground his firm ass back into Jungkook's crotch once more. Jungkook groaned and released Taehyung's ear with a sharp intake of breath.
“And you said I'm the tease,” Jungkook growled accusingly near Taehyung's ear. His hands were suddenly clamped around Taehyung's hips, holding the man still as he snapped his pelvis forward.
Taehyung whined quietly at the loss of Jungkook's fingers on his nipples, leaving them feeling slightly abused and deliciously aching. But his lover's unyielding grip on his hips brought a whole new sensation and Taehyung bit his lip when he felt Jungkook's cock press into the cleft of his ass, now fully hard. Taehyung felt his gut tighten with a wave of arousal, his own cock twitching with interest and the beginnings of slick gathering at his entrance. He let out a low moan, surprising himself with how needy he sounded.
Before Taehyung could fully comprehend what was happening, Jungkook's hands had left his hips and grasped his shoulders instead, swiftly spinning him around so that they were facing one another. Jungkook moved forward, crowding Taehyung backward until his lower back hit the edge of the counter. Taehyung's long fingers came up instinctively to curl into Jungkook's shirt as his boyfriend leaned in and captured his mouth in a searing kiss.
Jungkook dominated the kiss, pushing his tongue past Taehyung's lips even as he opened them willingly and immediately engaged Taehyung's tongue in a heated duel as his hands came up to cup Taehyung's jaw tenderly. Jungkook kissed his omega thoroughly, leaving him breathless when their mouths finally parted.
Jungkook didn't allow Taehyung a moment's peace to catch his breath either before reaching down to firmly palm Taehyung's arousal through his jeans, savoring the way Taehyung held back a tiny cry by biting his lip even as his hips bucked forward into the touch. “Jungkook...”
Jungkook grinned at the uneven, pleading tone in Taehyung's voice. “Needy already? We're just getting started, baby,” he teased, rubbing Taehyung a few more times, just enough to create a delightful friction that got Taehyung's hips moving in a steady rhythm before pulling his hand away and going to work on the buttons of Taehyung's shirt. Taehyung whined and then huffed in annoyance, shooting Jungkook an icy glare. Jungkook just offered him a mischievous smile in return as he unfastened the last button and pushed Taehyung's shirt open.
As always, Taehyung's bare torso was a glorious sight, all glowing golden skin and sleek toned muscles. Jungkook drug his fingertips lightly across Taehyung's abdomen and watched the muscles there ripple and quiver under his touch. “So beautiful,” he murmured and leaned in to wrap his lips around a dusky nipple, still hard from his earlier attentions.
Taehyung gasped and arched against the kitchen counter, pushing up against Jungkook's mouth as a wave of pleasure instantly swamped him, bringing all his nerve endings to life. His nipples were always sensitive but moreso than normal with his heat approaching at the end of the week so Taehyung couldn't find it in himself to be the slightest bit embarrassed about his reaction. Jungkook's hands were busy, sliding across Taehyung's skin, leaving trails of tingling fire behind. One hand slid around Taehyung's waist and down to squeeze his ass as the fingers of the other hand came up to tease his other nipple. Jungkook's knee nudged between Taehyung's thighs just in time to meet the desperate rolling of Taehyung's hips as he sought some sort of friction against his suddenly aching cock. Taehyung's fingers tightened in Jungkook's shirt until his knuckles turned white.
After all the years they'd been together, Taehyung couldn't deny that Jungkook knew all his sensitive places and all his secret weaknesses and could skillfully play him like an instrument, make his heart race and nerves sizzle and his body sing. And Taehyung loved every moment of it.
Jungkook's hands found their way to the waistband of Taehyung's jeans again but this time nimble fingers swiftly unfastened them and pushed them down Taehyung's slim hips until his erection sprang free. Jungkook's long fingers wrapped around Taehyung's arousal and stroked; Taehyung practically mewled, his head falling back as his eyes slid shut in ecstasy. His hips rolled in time with the rhythm Jungkook set, his breath beginning to come in pants as Jungkook's thumb swept continually across the tip of his cock and collected the fluid beading there, spreading it along his hard shaft. Taehyung had been so aching for stimulation that the simple touch of his boyfriend’s hand on him felt like the most amazing thing in the world.
Jungkook released Taehyung's nipple and straightened, wearing a grin. “You went commando today,” he commented teasingly, leaning in quickly to kiss the exposed column of Taehyung's elegant throat. “I approve.”
Taehyung chuckled breathlessly. “You would, you pervert,” he managed to get out, following Jungkook as he moved away and capturing his lips in a heated kiss full of tongue and nipping teeth. He made a sound of disappointment when Jungkook's touch left his cock, followed seconds later by a noise of surprise as Jungkook's hands suddenly and firmly grasped his ass, hoisting Taehyung up and onto the countertop in a smooth motion, letting out a bit of the alpha strength Taehyung so adored. Jungkook stripped his jeans away completely, letting them fall to the floor carelessly and kicking them away. Taehyung's legs automatically parted to accommodate Jungkook's presence between them even as Jungkook grabbed him by the hips and scooted him closer until Taehyung's cock was pressed against Jungkook's abdomen. Taehyung's cheeks flushed at this sudden turn of events; he wasn't quite sure how he'd ended up on the kitchen counter, naked except for the open button down covering his arms and shoulders.
“This isn't fair,” Taehyung groused, trying to look affronted despite the blush coloring his cheekbones. “I'm almost naked here and you still have all your clothes on.”
Jungkook laughed and reached up with one hand to caress Taehyung's warm cheek. “You're so cute when you try to act all offended but you're really just ridiculously turned on.”
Taehyung huffed in annoyance, his lips pulling into a pout. “Asshole,” he muttered, though the insult lacked any real venom.
“You have a valid point though,” Jungkook conceded, pulling back just enough to strip his t-shirt off over his head. It joined Taehyung's jeans on the tile floor and Taehyung groaned appreciatively at the sight of Jungkook's bared upper body. Though they were both similar in build and musculature, Jungkook was taller than Taehyung by a couple inches and slightly broader in his chest and shoulders. His frame carried more muscled bulk than Taehyung's but he was still lean enough to be enticing to Taehyung's tastes.
Taehyung reached for Jungkook. “Come here. I want to touch you.”
Jungkook acquiesced with a small smile and sighed softly when Taehyung's warm palms flattened against his chest, sliding across his skin with a sense of something like reverence. As much as Jungkook worshiped Taehyung's glorious body it still always surprised him to remember that Taehyung thought of him the same way. Taehyung was the elegant, graceful one, after all, brimming with natural allure and Jungkook had always thought of himself as rather ordinary in comparison. But Taehyung continually reminded him in many different ways that he saw him as much more. It was one of the many reasons why Jungkook loved him.
Taehyung's fingers tugged gently at Jungkook's nipples in a mirror of the previous treatment his own had received earlier, drawing a low moan from Jungkook's throat. Taehyung's thighs tightened around Jungkook's hips and pulled him in closer so he could plant kisses along Jungkook's collarbone, his tongue delving into the dip at the base of his throat. Jungkook let his eyes slide shut and lost himself in the sensation for a long minute until he felt Taehyung's hips shift forward and his leaking cock pressed into Jungkook's now bare skin, leaving a slick trail behind as a reminder of how much his boyfriend was turned on.
Jungkook reached up and gently pried Taehyung's mouth away from his neck with a hand on either side of his handsome face and proceeded to silence Taehyung's protests with a swift but thorough kiss. Jungkook barely paused for a breath when he pulled away before crouching between Taehyung's thighs and letting his tongue dart out to swipe at the base of Taehyung's cock.
Taehyung's whole body jerked and he sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh god, Kookie...”
Jungkook let his tongue flatten against the large vein in the underside of Taehyung's cock, licking a long stripe up his length before closing his lips around the tender swollen head. Taehyung gave a tiny cry at the feeling of being engulfed in wet heat, one hand flying backward to brace himself on the countertop, the other reaching down to lace through Jungkook's dark locks.
Jungkook's tongue swirled around the tip of Taehyung's cock, dipping into the leaking slit with each pass to taste Taehyung's arousal, the tangy, salty flavor only stoking Jungkook's desire to continue pleasuring his boyfriend. Taehyung moaned loudly and wantonly in that way that Jungkook loved and shifted his hips further forward, drawing his knees up so he could brace his heels on the edge of the counter, allowing him to push upward into Jungkook's mouth. Jungkook lowered his head at the same time, taking Taehyung's throbbing shaft in deeper, using his tongue to press at veins and hollowing his cheeks to create suction. Jungkook slipped his arms underneath Taehyung's thighs, offering some extra support and Taehyung took full advantage of it, his hips moving faster as he fucked Jungkook's mouth.
It took only a few minutes before Jungkook could feel Taehyung's thighs trembling and he knew the other man was getting close. He was surprised when Taehyung's long fingers tugged desperately at his hair and Jungkook looked up to see Taehyung shaking his head slightly though his brows were drawn together and his breath came in quick pants. Jungkook arched a brow questioningly.
“I-I'm going to come if you don't stop,” Taehyung gasped and Jungkook managed a one shouldered shrug as he took Taehyung's cock a bit deeper and swallowed around it. He hummed in an unconcerned manner and couldn't help the satisfaction he felt in the next moment when Taehyung's hardness pulsed against his tongue and then there were long spurts of hot fluid filling his mouth. Jungkook swallowed quickly, not wanting any of Taehyung's seed to go to waste.
Taehyung cried out as he came, both of his hands fisting in Jungkook's hair and pulling as his back arched and his toes curled against the counter's edge. There was a solid thunk as the back of Taehyung's skull connected with the cupboard behind him but he barely noticed. Taehyung moaned quietly as Jungkook continued to suck him through his orgasm, drawing out every drop his body had to offer. Jungkook's talented tongue swirled gently, cleaning every last bit of fluid from Taehyung's cock before he pulled back with one final swallow, straightening up with a satisfied look on his handsome face.
Taehyung let his body relax as his fingers slid from Jungkook's hair. “Why didn't you stop?” he demanded weakly.
Jungkook grinned. “Why would I? You enjoyed yourself.” He licked his lips lewdly, prompting a deep blush from Taehyung. He stepped closer and murmured, “If you're worried about me getting what I want, I think you should know by now that it'll be no problem getting you ready for a second round.” He leaned in and caught Taehyung's lips in a firm kiss, the kind that always made Taehyung melt into willing compliance.
Indeed, Taehyung moaned against Jungkook's mouth and parted his lips unhesitatingly so the alpha could slide his tongue between them. Taehyung felt a trickle of renewed desire run through his body as he tasted himself on Jungkook's lips and tongue and he whimpered into the kiss.
Jungkook smirked against Taehyung's mouth as he heard the soft sound; he knew from experience that it meant Taehyung was receptive to more and that it likely wouldn't take very long to have him hard and needy again. Jungkook pulled back from the kiss to comment, “Sounds like you're eager for more already,” just to see the fresh blush creep into Taehyung's cheeks before swooping back in to nibble along his boyfriend’s neck and suck a purple mark into the pale skin where Taehyung's neck met his shoulder. Taehyung gasped as Jungkook leaned back to admire his handiwork. “Jungkook! That better be low enough to be covered by my collar!” he scolded though they both knew he secretly loved the idea of being marked as Jungkook's own even though they weren’t mated yet.
Secure in this knowledge, Jungkook snorted. “Oh hush. Now lean back on your hands and keep your legs open.”
Taehyung did as he was told unquestioningly, biting back a retort which would only have come out half-heartedly anyway. He shivered as Jungkook dropped light kisses across his chest and belly, licking at his nipples briefly before moving lower to nip at the tender insides of his thighs. Taehyung bit his lip as Jungkook's tousled head disappeared between his legs once again. He had an idea of what was coming but it was still surprising when he felt Jungkook's tongue connect with the sensitive strip of skin just underneath his sac. Taehyung gasped and his hips shifted as tingly pleasure immediately radiated outward along his nerve endings, nerves that were still alert from his recent orgasm. For a moment, he thought that the sensation would be too intense for him to handle but then it melted into a sort of slow pleasantness and Taehyung sighed softly.
Jungkook always endeavored to make this process enjoyable for Taehyung and he knew he would have to go easy at first right now until the over-sensitivity had passed. He worked at Taehyung's perineum for several long moments, lavishing the area with long, slow swipes of his tongue until Taehyung was moaning freely. Gradually, Jungkook let his tongue venture lower with every lick until Taehyung's tight entrance was included in the action. Jungkook hummed happily when Taehyung's hips shifted, angling upward in a silent request for more. He granted this by focusing solely on Taehyung's puckered hole. The omega’s slick tasted sweet to Jungkook and he lapped it up eagerly, circling Taehyung’s rim. There wasn’t nearly as much of the clear fluid as there was during one of Taehyung’s heats and he didn’t want any of it to go to waste.
Taehyung's moans took on a breathy quality as Jungkook licked him open. He instinctively spread his legs wider, all too aware of Jungkook's hands gripping his thighs and his thumbs rubbing mindless circles into that tender spot where Taehyung's leg met his hip. It was one of his most sensitive places and by the time that Jungkook's tongue slipped inside him, Taehyung realized with a jolt of surprise that his cock was already half hard against his stomach.
Taehyung mewled softly as Jungkook's tongue slipped deeper, stretching his walls in the most wonderful way. The light brushing of the slick appendage inside him sent waves of molten pleasure along Taehyung's nerves and his head fell back as his mouth fell open in a long moan. “Oh...fuck...”
The slide of Jungkook's tongue in and out of him was enjoyable but it was more teasing than anything else and after several minutes Taehyung found himself wanting more direct stimulation. He wanted to be touched in that one special place and Jungkook couldn't quite get there with his tongue. Taehyung leaned on one arm and reached down with his other hand to grasp Jungkook's fingers and pry them away from his thigh. Jungkook's gaze rose interestedly as Taehyung drew his hand up and unceremoniously drew Jungkook's first two fingers into his mouth and began sucking on them.
Jungkook felt his cock throb at the sensation of Taehyung's tongue swirling around his digits, thoroughly wetting them. He knew well what that felt like around his cock and he groaned at the memory of Taehyung's mouth around his hard length. Taehyung's eyes flashed at the sound Jungkook made, holding his boyfriend’s gaze as he worked his tongue around the fingers a little more than necessary. He had guessed what was on Jungkook's mind and wanted to tease him just a bit in return for the thorough teasing he'd been subjected to since this whole thing had started.
Jungkook soaked in the sensation of Taehyung's tongue stroking across the pads of his fingers for another long moment before he surged forward, delving his own tongue even deeper into Taehyung's tight passage, wriggling it in the way he knew made Taehyung squirm. The other man inhaled sharply through his nose and when he moaned around Jungkook's fingers, Jungkook suddenly pulled his hand back from Taehyung's mouth, a string of saliva coming with them, connecting them to Taehyung's lips for a moment before breaking.
Taehyung barely had time to process the fact that Jungkook's tongue had left his body and his boyfriend had straightened up once more before a long and slick finger pushed its way inside him. Jungkook immediately began working that finger in and out of Taehyung's entrance and he was gratified to see a flush creep high onto Taehyung's cheekbones and his mouth fall open with harsh pants. Jungkook waited until Taehyung's hips were rolling with his movement before crooking his finger and unerringly finding that spot that made Taehyung's vision go white, being well acquainted with its location by now.
Taehyung cried out as Jungkook's finger stroked across his prostate, prompting a renewed wave of slick to ooze out over Jungkook’s fingers and his body jerking at the intense pleasure that slammed into him. Jungkook grinned; Taehyung would be even more vocal from here on than he had been. Jungkook had quickly come to appreciate how responsive the omega was when they had sex and wringing such reactions from the older man was easily half the pleasure for Jungkook out of the whole thing.
Jungkook slid his finger in and out of Taehyung's body until it was moving easily and then he slipped in the second one alongside it, thrusting and scissoring them at the same time as he worked at stretching him. Taehyung's breath hitched a bit at the greater intrusion but the stroking of Jungkook's digits across his prostate had him forgetting about any discomfort. Taehyung's voice rose in louder and louder moans with every thrust of those fingers. Jungkook stepped closer and caught Taehyung's panting mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue mirroring the movements of his fingers. When he pulled away, Jungkook could see that Taehyung was practically already teetering on the edge of his second orgasm, his handsome features contorted in pleasure.
“Jungkook, please,” Taehyung gasped out, reaching to steady himself on Jungkook's shoulder.
“What do you need, love?” Jungkook prompted, crooking his finger again and wringing a broken yelp from his boyfriend. “Don't be shy.”
Taehyung was too far gone to even attempt a glare at Jungkook. “I need your cock. I want you to fuck me. Now.”
Jungkook grinned and captured Taehyung's mouth in a greedy kiss once more before stepping away to shed his jeans, removing his fingers from Taehyung's stretched and slick entrance as he did so. Taehyung whined and rolled his hips impatiently and Jungkook couldn't help but chuckle a bit. It seemed Taehyung knew exactly what he wanted. It certainly appeared that way: Jungkook took a moment to admire Taehyung, a demanding mess perched on the countertop, eyes dark with desire, thighs parted wide and his cock once more fully hard, flushed and leaving a wet trail against his stomach. Further down, his tender hole leaked a steady stream of glistening slick as it clenched around nothing in anticipation of being filled.
Jungkook kicked his jeans and boxers off, sighing as his stiff cock was finally released from its confines. Taehyung's gaze went immediately to it and he made an impatient noise, scooting closer to the edge of the counter. Jungkook spit into his hand and combined it with the remnants of Taehyung’s slick on his fingers and his own fluids leaking out at his slit to quickly slick his shaft. Mentally, he cursed the fact that there was no lube nearby; it was all in their bedroom and neither of them had been planning on this happening here. But it wasn't the first time they'd had to go without and Jungkook was certain Taehyung would have his head on a platter if he pushed the pause button on things long enough for them to migrate to the bedroom.
Jungkook stepped up and grasped Taehyung's hips, pulling him right off the edge of the counter until only his lower back remained in contact. Taehyung squeaked in surprise at the new position but quickly adjusted for it by leaning back further, supporting himself on his elbows. His fingers curled around the counter's lip as his legs wrapped around Jungkook's waist, his ankles crossing at the small of Jungkook's back. Jungkook's hands slid down to grip the backs of Taehyung's thighs securely as he pushed forward, his slick cock sliding into the cleft of Taehyung's ass, parting the firm globes until the leaking tip nudged against Taehyung's entrance.
Taehyung's breath hitched expectantly and then he gasped sharply as Jungkook pushed forward, the swollen head of his cock breaching the omega’s body. Taehyung bit his lip as Jungkook's erection stretched him far more than fingers ever could and he made an effort to breathe through the burn. Jungkook paused, allowing Taehyung to shift his hips as he needed to and adjust until Taehyung's heels dug into his lower back insistently.
“Move,” Taehyung gasped, his brows furrowed.
“Are you sure?” Jungkook asked. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Taehyung and he knew it was more likely to happen during sex outside of a rut or heat.
Taehyung nodded. “Yes, I'm fine. Right now I just want you all the way inside me.”
Jungkook grunted consent and continued until he was buried inside Taehyung's body, so deep that his hips seemed molded against Taehyung’s ass. Taehyung groaned in satisfaction, loving the feeling of being so full and stretched around Jungkook's thick shaft. His cock was hot and throbbing inside Taehyung and the omega had to marvel briefly at the fact that Jungkook had so lavished him with attention that he hadn't had the chance to touch his alpha’s arousal even once. He made a mental note to make it up to his boyfriend next time with at least a great blowjob.
Jungkook was visibly trembling now that he was sheathed in Taehyung's tight heat and he worried briefly that he would come before he could get Taehyung to his next orgasm. The concern passed as Jungkook held still for a few long moments, letting the threat of climax ebb away. Taehyung even managed to hold himself still as if sensing that Jungkook needed a moment to collect himself. Finally Taehyung's patience wore thin and he rolled his hips slowly, inviting Jungkook to move.
Jungkook obliged without any more hesitation, pulling out until only the tip of his cock remained inside Taehyung and then thrusting back in all the way. Taehyung moaned loudly, prompting Jungkook to continue in this fashion, picking up the pace after a minute as he aimed for Taehyung's prostate again. Taehyung shifted his hips a bit, looking for that same gratification, and the new angle allowed the tip of Jungkook's cock to rub across that sweet spot with every thrust. Within moments, Taehyung's moans had morphed into breathy cries, growing more and more high-pitched with his mounting pleasure until he was practically screaming.
“Faster!” Taehyung panted and Jungkook happily sped up his movements even more until his hips were snapping forward harshly and the slap of skin on skin filled the air, punctuated with Jungkook's groans and Taehyung's cries.
“Oh, fuck...” Taehyung's voice broke and Jungkook glanced up to see that his boyfriend’s entire body was writhing in that telltale way that meant he was getting close. Taehyung's thighs were shaking on either side of Jungkook's waist and his cock was leaking profusely against his flexing abdomen. Jungkook wished that he could reach up and stroke it but he didn't dare let go of Taehyung's legs. He knew that Taehyung could easily come without being touched however and it seemed he was well on his way to that point already.
Jungkook bucked harder into Taehyung's body, intent on getting him to that climax that seemed to be hovering just out of reach. “You feel good, baby. Like you always do, so hot and tight around me. So wet.” It was no secret that a little bit of dirty talk was often the push that Taehyung required to find his peak and it was obvious that Taehyung wanted to come. Besides that, Jungkook wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out for himself.
Taehyung moaned and rolled his hips to meet Jungkook's thrusts. “You feel good too,” he gasped between pants. “You're so hard...” Taehyung's voice trailed off into a long moan as Jungkook thrust deeper than before, bumping his sweet spot more firmly.
Jungkook gripped Taehyung's thighs tighter and thrust over and over in that same way, relishing the way Taehyung's moans grew louder and louder once more. “You like that? Does it feel good, baby?”
Taehyung had the presence of mind to nod. “Oh yes...”
“Tell me how good it feels,” Jungkook prompted. “Let me hear you, baby.”
Taehyung obeyed, raising his voice in a series of loud but broken cries, his hips moving desperately as he chased his orgasm. “Kookie, I'm...I'm almost there. So close...”
“You gonna come, baby?”
“Y-yes! Jungkook!”
“Come for me, Taehyung.”
It was the use of his name in that commanding tone that did it for Taehyung. He cried out loudly as he found his second orgasm of the evening, his spine arching up off the counter and fingers and toes both curling tightly with the waves of ecstasy that crashed over him. His cock twitched and spilled pearly white fluid all over his stomach in urgent spurts.
It was a combination of the sight of Taehyung getting off and Taehyung's inner walls clamping down around Jungkook as he came that pushed Jungkook over the edge into a climax immediately after his boyfriend. He stilled and let his eyes drift shut as he emptied himself deep inside Taehyung, groaning low and long as he did so. Taehyung whimpered at the sensation of Jungkook's cock pulsing inside him and filling him with liquid heat; he was overly sensitive now and could feel it all clearly. There would be no knot outside of a rut or heat but it was still a satisfying conclusion.
The two of them didn't move for a long minute and remained where they were, panting softly. Their chests heaved and skin glistened with sweat. Taehyung's lower back and legs were suddenly sore but he would be the first to admit it had been worth it. Finally Jungkook moved, pulling out of Taehyung's loose entrance with a hiss as he let Taehyung's legs go. Taehyung slid down from the counter, landing on rubbery legs that buckled underneath him. Jungkook's strong arms shot out to catch him and drew him close to his chest. Taehyung let his own arms slide around Jungkook and rested his head against Jungkook's damp skin, listening to his boyfriend’s heart pound next to his ear.
Neither said a word for another minute until finally Taehyung murmured, “Thank you. That was amazing.”
Jungkook chuckled tiredly, the sound resonating through his broad chest. “You're welcome. You didn't think I'd really forget your birthday, did you?”
Taehyung jerked in surprise. “My birthday?”
“Yeah. Today was your birthday, love.” Jungkook reached up to gently take Taehyung's chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting his face up. He grinned helplessly at the utterly shocked look on Taehyung's face. “Don't tell me you actually forgot?”
Taehyung nodded slowly. “I totally forgot.”
“Really? Your own birthday?” Jungkook laughed and planted a fond kiss to Taehyung's forehead. “What am I going to do with you?”
Taehyung shrugged a bit. “Just keep on loving me, I guess.”
Jungkook smiled. “That sounds doable.” He leaned in for a kiss and this one was soft and gentle, both of them satiated for the time being. When they parted, Taehyung looked thoughtful. “What?” Jungkook asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“So that's why you were so diligent in showing me a good time. I hardly got to touch you, you know. I like sucking your cock too. And riding you.” Taehyung's lips set into a pout.
Jungkook laughed and brushed Taehyung's bangs out of his eyes tenderly. “Next time you can have your way with me. How does that sound?”
Taehyung brightened a bit. “I like the sound of that.” He paused and his features changed again to reflect mild disgust. “Ugh. I need a shower. There's come running down my legs.” They both looked down to see that there were indeed trails of slick whiteness streaking the inside of his thighs, mixed with slick. That was when Jungkook remembered that there had been come all over Taehyung's belly and he realized that he was now covered in it as well.
“I'd say we both need a shower,” he said, gesturing at his own torso and then at Taehyung's. “Unless you want me to clean that up for you. You know I don't mind.” He flashed Taehyung a playful grin.
Taehyung snorted. “I'll pass this time. You made me come twice already. I'm worn out.” That was when Taehyung seemed to realize that his rumpled button down had never actually made it off his arms. He stripped it off, exclaiming “How am I still wearing this?”
Jungkook grinned toothily. “I think you looked pretty sexy in it like that, honestly. All spread out for me in nothing but that...”
“Oh, shut up,” Taehyung muttered as he blushed, using the shirt to hastily wipe the worst of the mess from his thighs. It would have to go in the wash one way or another.
“Just admit you had fun, Tae,” Jungkook teased as they headed out of the kitchen, leaving their discarded clothes where they were for now.
“Oh, I thought that was obvious enough,” Taehyung said with a small laugh. “I'll never look at that section of counter the same way again.”
Jungkook smiled, pleased that he'd been able to make Taehyung's birthday memorable. He still had a present to give him as well, one that came nestled in a small black velvet box. A tiny object that would have a huge impact. But that was for later.
As they stepped into the shower, Jungkook remembered to make a mental note to throw a bottle of lube in the kitchen junk drawer for next time. Just in case.