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Taehyung doesn’t like parties. He never has and he probably never will. It might be because of the painfully loud music or because of the mass of sweaty bodies that are always rubbing against each other and somehow always manage to press against him in the most uncomfortable and borderline nauseating kind of way. He doesn’t know the exact reason but he just hates parties.
Jimin, though, loves them. He loves them with a very strange but burning passion and being Taehyung’s best friend, it’s impossible to stay at home when there’s the promise of a ‘good time’ within a walking distance.
Usually, Taehyung is hard to persuade. He can’t be won over by anything but Jimin grew up with him and he knows which buttons to press to make Taehyung sigh and agree to tag along. For Jimin, it’s impossibly easy to make Taehyung dress in one of his satin crop tops and tight jeans that have more holes in them than actual material. Honestly, all it takes is a pout and faux sad eyes from Jimin and Taehyung’s already groaning and heading towards his closet. It’s so stupidly easy for Taehyung to say yes just to see his best friend smile and jump in to help him dress, going on and on about how much they’re going to have.
Taehyung never has any fun but Jimin does and that’s somehow enough.
Tonight, Taehyung’s been dragged to one of Hoseok’s parties, who also happens to be one of the wildest people Taehyung knows. He hosts the biggest, wildest, most extravagant parties and if Taehyung didn’t personally know him, he’d think he’s loaded and definitely not living off of instant ramen most of the month.
Everyone on campus knows Hoseok but Taehyung has the pleasure of knowing him because he just so happens to be Jimin’s boyfriend. That’s why it’s inevitable for Taehyung to not be present at all of his parties. It’s just his bad luck that Hoseok throws parties for the smallest of happenings, which is why he wonders why everyone bothers to pretend that there’s a reason that Steve Aoki is blasting through the speakers at two in the morning.
Officially, the reason for this particular party is that Hoseok got an A+ on his last exam. Unofficially, it’s that there is no reason and he just wants to party, get drunk, and then get his dick wet.
Taehyung’s standing in the corner of the living room, feeling awkward and tired, watching as Jimin grinds against his boyfriend with a sly smirk, his eyes fluttering closed when Hoseok grips his hips and pulls him closer to his chest. They’re a perfect match, Taehyung thinks, both lean and gorgeous, both exhibitionists, and both with a libido bigger than Taehyung’s student loans.
Jimin turns in Hoseok’s arms and they kiss, messy and open-mouthed. They’re both tipsy at the very least and Taehyung thinks of dragging them to one of Hoseok’s spare rooms but he’s too tired to even bother this time. They’ll somehow end up fucking in front of someone either way so there’s no point in even trying.
Instead, Taehyung leans back against the wall and takes a sip from his drink that’s about ninety-seven percent orange juice and only about three percent vodka. He has a shift at the hospital tomorrow and doesn’t feel like working with a hangover and barely any sleep. Not this time.
He’s considering going home, his eyes stinging from lack of sleep when he hears a voice calling for him from his right. It’s husky and low and it takes a second for Taehyung to locate where it came from. When he does, he has to blink twice because for a second he thinks he’s seeing double.
He’s looking at two someones that make him wonder how he’s never seen them before because of how stunning they both are. They’re identical, both with brown hair and wide eyes, but they’re dressed as the complete opposites of each other-- one with a white button up and slacks and the other with a black hoodie and ripped jeans.
“Are you… talking to me?” Taehyung finds himself asking and after a shared look between them, the twins nod.
Taehyung blinks, a little confused, and watches as something akin to amusement settles on their faces. It makes Taehyung’s ears warm but it also makes him wonder what the two of them are doing talking to someone like him who is so obviously out of his element it’s ridiculous.
“Yes,” the one dressed in the button-up shirt says, a small smirk playing across his face, head cocked to the side. His tone is slightly teasing, as is the way he’s looking at Taehyung down the bridge of his nose.
“Why do you sound so surprised?” Asks the other twin, sounding and looking a bit softer and less cocky than his brother, his lips eased into a subtle smile.
Taehyung shrugs then looks towards the dance floor, feeling like the conversation’s over because of his awkwardness and the lack of knowing what to say to keep the conversation going.
When neither of the twins moves, Taehyung looks back at them again and finds them staring at him, their eyes holding interest that’s confusing. Taehyung’s isn’t used to hot hunks chatting him up and looking at him like they want to undress him with their eyes.
“I’m Jeongguk,” the twin who spoke to him first says, hand sliding in the pocket of his slacks, sounding confident and straightforward.
“Jungkook,” adds the other one, looking at Taehyung in an almost captivating kind of way.
“I’m Taehyung,” he introduces himself because it’s the polite thing to do. “I don’t know what you’re expecting but I’m not really into parties so if you want to dance or something, you’ve come to the wrong person.” He supplies, taking another sip of his not-really-a-screwdriver that he suddenly wishes had less orange juice and more vodka that can soothe the bubbling sense of regret he feels at his words.
He expects them to leave because why would they stay? Taehyung’s obviously awkward, even if he doesn’t want to be, even if he’s very interested in these two gorgeous people. He wants to sigh and slap himself for ruining an opportunity to either talk some more or maybe show them where the bedroom is.
“We noticed,” Jeongguk chuckles, still very much next to Taehyung and not across the room chatting someone else up.
“That’s why we came to you,” Jungkook’s voice drops a little, making a shiver run down Taehyung’s spine as he speaks, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek.
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Something happens between Taehyung talking to Jeongguk and Jungkook about how they know Hoseok and how he should come to one of their dance practices. It might have something to do with the way Jungkook leans towards Taehyung when he speaks or the way Jeongguk touches his arm when he wants to gain his attention. Taehyung isn’t sure exactly what happens but something does and that something makes Taehyung bring the twins to his apartment a little after three in the morning.
Jeongguk’s a little flushed from Taehyung daring him to run up the stairs after he makes a side-comment about elevators being for the weak. His cheeks are a little red and so is his neck and fuck, it’s really attractive and makes Taehyung want to see where the flush stops, trail it with his tongue and mark its end.
He doesn’t get to do that but he gets to rip his button-up off and bite at his chest while Jungkook palms him through his jeans and rubs against his ass. He sucks bruises onto his firm chest and bites at his nipples, listening to his moans as he arches and tugs at Taehyung’s hair until he’s kissing him.
“I wanna choke on your dick,” Jungkook groans against Taehyung’s ear, hips rolling against his ass with barely any restraint. He’s so hard it makes Taehyung’s eyes roll back.
“I wanna fuck your mouth,” Jeongguk rasps, pulling Taehyung in another heated kiss that’s more tongue and saliva than an actual kiss.
“I don’t see why we can’t do both,” Taehyung gasps, pulling away because if they continue touching and grinding against each other, he might come and that would be very embarrassing and very anticlimactic.
“On the bed,” Jeongguk says, hands working on unbuttoning his slacks until they’re sliding down his legs and he’s stepping out of them. His shirt follows, as do his socks until he’s standing naked in front of Taehyung who just now notices the delicate piercing dangling down his belly-button and the two sets of microdermal piercings on his hips.
He almost chokes, fingers itching to touch, but he chooses to follow the order instead and climb onto the bed. He’s about to unbutton his own jeans when a hand stops him.
“Let us,” Jungkook licks his lips, looking at Taehyung hungrily. He seems to battle with himself for a second, eyes flicking from Taehyung’s eyes to his lips, but then he curses under his breath and leans down to kiss him.
Kissing Jungkook is different than kissing Jeongguk. It’s a softer kiss, slower but just as messy, but the biggest difference is in the way he’s holding Taehyung. Where Jeongguk’s hands were cupping his face and tugging at his hair, Jungkook is digging his fingers into his hips, almost lifting Taehyung off the bed in a desperate attempt to pull him closer. He whines little when their tongues meet, his hands moving from his hips to his ass, squeezing it in a way that makes Taehyung’s thighs shake.
He almost jumps when he feels another set of hands on him, running down his back and to his hips before sliding towards the front of his pants, unbuttoning them with ease. It’s so strange to feel two people touching him instead of just one, to feel two bodies pressing against him instead of just one. It’s the good kind of strange, though, the one Taehyung can admittedly get used to embarrassingly fast.
His pants are off in a few seconds and so is his crop top. He doesn’t even notice his clothes being removed, lost between Jungkook’s kisses and Jeongguk’s nibbles on his shoulders and back. His mind is fuzzy, almost like he’s drunk but he’s never been more sober than he is right now. He’s hyper-aware of every touch yet completely oblivious to what’s happening. It’s intoxicatingly good.
“Please,” Taehyung finds himself gasping when he’s being lowered onto the bed. He’s not sure what he’s pleading for, the word naturally tumbling out of his lips without him registering it.
“Spread your legs,” he hears but it’s only when he opens his eyes and sees Jungkook at the foot of the bed that he realizes it’s him who has said that.
Taehyung’s legs spread and he watches as Jungkook climbs onto the bed, eyes taking in his body, the hoops that go through his nipples and--
“Fuck,” he moans when his eyes land on Jungkook’s cock and the bar that’s shining at the tip of it. “You-- fuck,” he repeats, unable to form a coherent sentence.
“I think he likes what he sees,” Jeongguk chuckles from where he’s sitting by Taehyung’s head, his fingers running through his hair, tugging every once in a while.
“Do you, baby?” Jungkook settles between his legs as he asks that, fingers trailing up Taehyung’s thighs. “Do you like what you see?”
“Yes,” gasps Taehyung when those gentle fingers turn tough and grip his thighs, spreading them further apart. “Please, touch me,”
His hips twitch, cock so hard it almost hurts. His stomach is wet with precome, toes curling in anticipation. It’s so hot-- the room, his body, the twins. The sensations he’s feeling are almost unbearable yet not enough. He’s strung so tight he feels like he’ll explode if someone doesn’t touch him soon.
“I’ll suck you off,” Jungkook reminds him, fingers ghosting over Taehyung’s twitching cock that’s begging for attention. “While you let Jeonggukie fuck your throat. How does that sound?”
“Yes,” is all Taehyung can say, hips twitching again, muscles clenching. “Yes, please,” he repeats for good measures, feeling like things are going too slow. He needs to come and he needs to come now.
“Pinch my thigh if you want me to stop, okay?” Taehyung is nodding before Jeongguk even finishes talking, hands already gripping his strong thighs and tugging him closer, mouth opening, desperate to feel the weight of a cock on his tongue.
It’s been too long since Taehyung’s done and he’s so fucking desperate he could laugh at himself. He doesn’t because there’s no time for that, not when Jeongguk’s easing into his mouth and the taste of his precome hits Taehyung tongue.
It makes him moan, then moan again when he feels lips around his own cock and a tongue licking at his slit, slowly and carefully like he’s being eased into something bigger and more intense.
It’s almost maddening, the feeling of feeling his throat being stretched by Jeongguk’s cock while Jungkook’s lips work on him but it’s nothing compared to when Taehyung’s nails dig into Jeongguk’s ass and pull him further down until he’s choking on his cock.
Jeongguk seems to get the message because he begins fucking into his mouth, thrusts going from slow and careful to erratic and hard. Taehyung’s choking and gagging, tears gathering on his lashes before rolling down his temples. He loves this feeling, loves gasping for breath when Jeongguk pulls out for a second and then thrusts back inside, hips rolling again and again until the pillow under Taehyung’s head is almost soaked with spit and tears.
He’s almost forgotten about Jungkook from how Jeongguk has completely dominated his senses but that doesn’t last long because he’s soon deepthroating Taehyung, making him keen around Jeongguk’s throat and snap his hips up. He hears Jungkook choke and then moan so he does it again, letting Jeongguk fuck his throat as he does the same to Jungkook.
It creeps up to him, the tightening of his stomach, and he can’t even warn Jungkook that he’s coming, his lips stretched wide and his mouth stuffed with cock.
Taehyung comes with a muffled cry and a hard snap of his hips, his hands falling from Jeongguk’s ass to the sheets, fisting them and pulling at them as his orgasm rolls of his body.
Jeongguk pulls back and climbs off of him, panting.
“Fuck,” Taehyung gasps when he finally stops coming, Jungkook’s lips still around him, milking him dry.
“That’s a bit… disappointing,” Jeongguk mumbles with a chuckle, his cock brushing against Taehyung’s arm. It twitches when Taehyung’s body trembles and his stomach flexes, a small and barely noticeable dribble of come leaking from the tip.
It’s cute, Taehyung thinks, because they’ve got no idea the surprise they’re in for. They’ve got no idea exactly how big Taehyung’s sex drive is, that he can go again and again until his partners are spent but he’s still buzzing with energy for more. He hopes they can keep up with him, unlike his previous partners and hookups, who fall asleep only after two rounds, leaving Taehyung dissatisfied and aching for more.
“This is nothing,” Taehyung shakes his head, feeling cocky when the twins look at him with confusion. He smirks, licking his lips. “I’m multiorgasmic.” He shares, looking down at his cock that’s still hard and begging for more. “Coming once does almost nothing for me,” he shrugs, almost laughing at the stunned and almost blissed out expressions he receives from both Jeongguk and Jungkook.
“I think I might be in love,” Jungkook breathes, sitting up, his chin wet with spit and come, eyes a little glassy from where he choked on Taehyung’s just seconds ago.
“I’m already in love,” Jeongguk hisses, pinning Taehyung under his weight, kissing him until they’re both desperate. He ruts against Taehyung’s thigh, leaving sticky traces of precome and spit with every roll of his hips.
Taehyung arches, feeling empty. He clenches around nothing, missing the feeling of a thick cock stretching him open and fucking into him until he’s loose and gaping and coming all over himself from how good it feels. Fuck, he’s really missed sex.
It’s Jungkook who asks the golden question while he’s slowly fucking into his own hand. “How’re we gonna do this?” His chest stutters every time his fingers brush against the head of his cock, his lips parted slightly.
Jeongguk looks at Taehyung for an answer, which is unfair. It’s unfair how they’re putting Taehyung in the spotlight, making him decide when all he wants is to be fucked until he’s blabbering and can’t remember his own name. It’s so unfair.
“I don’t think I can take you at the same time but,” he pauses, eyes flicking from Jungkook to Jeongguk. “I can suck one of you off while the other one fucks me and then switch?” He suggests.
“Yes,” Jungkook hisses, fingers tugging at the hoop on his left nipple while his other hand is pinching the head of his cock. He looks like he’s seconds away from coming and Taehyung wants to see his face when he does so, knowing that it’ll be beautiful.
“Me first,” Jeongguk is quick to say, already sliding between Taehyung’s spread legs.
“I suggested it so I’m first,” Jungkook snaps, pushing at his shoulder until he’s falling to the side, Taehyung’s leg under his weight.
“Respect your elders.” Jeongguk glares, righting himself so he’s no longer crushing Taehyung’s leg.
“You’re ten minutes older, shut the fuck--”
“I’ve got a box of dildos and vibrators in my closet so if you’d rather fight I’ll go grab them. I need something in me right now or I’ll lose my mind,” Taehyung interrupts them, earning himself two pairs of wide eyes and a set of groans.
“I’ll go first,” Jeongguk says again but this time Jungkook doesn’t answer, instead nods and moves to sit by Taehyung’s head, back pressed against the wall.
“Great,” there’s sarcasm in Taehyung’s voice but it’s quickly replaced by a whine when a hand wraps around his cock and gives it a single but long stroke. “Please,” he finds himself saying again, head falling against his pillow. “The lube’s in the bathroom,”
While Jeongguk goes to take the lube, Taehyung rolls onto his stomach, looking at Jungkook who quickly gets the message and scoots closer to Taehyung, legs on either side of his body.
“I can’t wait to feel this inside of me,” Taehyung groans, tongue licking the piercing that goes through the head of Jungkook’s cock. The reaction he gets is almost instantaneous, the tensing of muscles and the drawn out moan.
“Can you please,” he stutters but Taehyung understands and with a smirk, he wraps his lips around the head of Jungkook’s cock, giving it a small suck while he raises to his knees, legs spread and ass in the air.
He closes his eyes, tongue working up and down heated flesh, groaning at the bitter yet sweet taste of Jungkook’s pre-come, wondering if his come will taste even better. He’s a bit of a cumslut, he’ll admit, the feeling of someone coming on him almost enough to make him arch and come all over himself. He desperately needs both of them to come on his face.
Taehyung’s distracted by the feel of Jungkook on his tongue, of his cock hitting the back of his throat that he almost forgets that Jeongguk’s going to be fucking him soon. It’s a pleasant surprise when he feels slick fingers against his hole, the pressure barely there. It’s like he’s asking for permission to proceed and it makes Taehyung’s heart thump in gratitude. He’s impressed by how respectful both of them are, despite the fact that they met at a party and came to his apartment with the sole purpose to fuck.
He pulls away for a second, spits on Jungkook’s twitching cock, and looks back at Jeongguk who’s already looking at him expectantly. “Do it,” he rasps, his eyes rolling back into his head when he feels a finger slowly pushing into him.
Jungkook growls a little, his hands threading through Taehyung’s head to lead him back to his cock. Taehyung chuckles as he opens his mouth and lets him guide his head down, slowly but firmly, until his lips are brushing against the base.
Jungkook’s cock is shorter than his brother’s but thicker, stretching Taehyung’s lips and making his jaw ache in a way that would be considered uncomfortable if only it didn’t feel so good. He’s also gentler than Jeongguk, his hands neither gripping nor tugging at Taehyung’s hair but just resting there, giving up control and letting Taehyung control the pace and do as he pleases.
Behind him, Jeongguk adds another finger, scissoring them until Taehyung’s pushing back, whining for more. There’s a chuckle and then another finger is fucking into him, this time rougher than the first two. Taehyung has to pull away from Jungkook and rest his forehead against his hip, moaning as Jeongguk spreads him with his fingers.
“Fuck me,” he mouths against Jungkook’s hip, a little dazed from the pleasure he’s feeling. If getting fucked by three fingers feels this good, he can’t even imagine how Jeongguk’s cock will feel and then--
Fuck, Taehyung thinks, Jungkook with his piercing that’s probably going to brush against his prostate torturously good, fuck him into a state of pure bliss. He hopes he can feel the both of them tomorrow so he can be reminded of how good he’s feeling right now.
There’s the sound of a condom packet tearing open, then the feel of lube being dripped directly onto his hole, making him gasp from the coldness of it.
“I like it messy,” is all Jeongguk says before he’s slowly pushing into him, a hand rubbing the base of Taehyung’s spine when he tenses a little.
“Relax,” Jungkook murmurs, brushing Taehyung’s bangs away from his forehead, fingers caressing down his neck.
Taehyung pants, turning his head do his cheek is resting against Jungkook’s hip, the feeling of Jeongguk stretching him open enough to make it hard for him to open his eyes. It’s so fucking good he wants to slam back, get Jeongguk’s cock as deep in him as he can but he knows he shouldn’t.
“You’re so tight, fuck,” groans Jeongguk, cock now buried in Taehyung, hands wrapping against his hips.
He stays still for a few seconds, letting Taehyung adjust to his size but it doesn’t take long before he’s pulling back and snapping his hips forward, going faster and faster.
Taehyung’s back dips as he raises himself to his elbows and mouths at Jungkook’s cock, licking up and down before settling on sucking his balls into his mouth, making him shout in surprise and then whine when Taehyung’s hollows out his cheeks. He moves back to deepthroating him, head bobbing up and down when Jeongguk suddenly stops.
Taehyung whines, looking back at him. “Why’d you stop?”
“I uh…” he looks a little unsure, chest heaving up and down. “Do you like getting spanked?” He asks, looking a little unsure and a little sorry.
Taehyung wants to roll his eyes and snap yes but he’s too endeared to do so. No one’s ever asked him if he actually likes to get spanked before they do it. The twins are full of surprises, it seems.
“Yeah,” he nods. “I also… wouldn’t mind it if you pulled my hair? I like it rough,” he finds it in him to blush, even though this is the least embarrassing thing he’s done.
“Oh,” he hears and nods, cheeks heating.
“Just… I’ll tell you to stop if you do something I don’t like? But hair-pulling, spanking… face-fucking,” he looks pointedly at Jungkook who sputters. “Are more than okay,”
“Okay,” Jeongguk sounds a little breathless as he says that, nodding with an expression of pure determination.
Taehyung doesn’t get the chance to even turn around before he’s fucking into him just as his hand comes down against his ass, not hard enough to leave a mark but hard enough to make Taehyung’s cock twitch.
He doesn’t even think about it before he’s gasping and asking Jeongguk to do it again, this time harder. Jeongguk complies, hand landing harder, hips snapping forward.
Taehyung’s mouth falls open but it’s quickly stuffed with Jungkook’s cock that fucks into him rougher than before, his hands gripping Taehyung’s hair tightly, forcing his head down.
They fuck him on both ends, hard and fast and almost mercilessly, until there are tears streaming down his face and he’s coming untouched, his body tightening, hole clenching around Jeongguk’s cock.
There’s a deep groan from behind before he feels Jeongguk twitching inside of him but before he can come, Taehyung’s pulling back, Jungkook’s cock falling from his lips. “Come on my face,” he sounds desperate even in his own ears but he doesn’t care, all he cares about is feeling Jeongguk’s come against the bridge of his nose and cheeks, in his mouth.
“Fuck, yeah,” Jeongguk moans, pulling back and tearing the condom off as he stands on the bed.
Taehyung sits up, turning to look at him, his eyes blinking up and admiring how beautiful he looks with his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth slack with pleasure. His hand is working up and down his cock fast but it isn’t until Taehyung’s opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue, bearly brushing it against his tip, that Jeongguk comes all over his face, come landing mostly on Taehyung’s nose and cheeks, forehead and even in his hair. He manages to catch some of it in his mouth and he keens, lips smacking together before gently wrapping around the head of Jeongguk’s cock to suck the rest of it into his mouth.
He feels Jeongguk’s legs tremble until his hands and it makes pride blossom in his chest. He just made someone come until they’re literally shaking.
When Jeongguk drops down on the bed, spent, Taehyung turns to look at Jungkook with a smirk.
“Your turn.” Is all he says before he’s straddling his hips, waiting a little impatiently as Jeongguk scrambles to put on a condom. He lines the cock against his entrance, slowly lowering himself, Jungkook’s hands on his hips.
Taehyung’s head drops when he feels the piercing catch at his rim and then slowly slide into him, pressing against all the right spots that make him see stars. He can’t help but clench around Jungkook’s cock, his whole body jolting when it brushes against his prostate, and then lift his hips up before dropping them back down, repeating the process against and again until all he can hear is his own moans and Jungkook’s deep breaths.
A smack against his ass startles him enough to open his eyes and he looks at Jungkook who smirks. He’s about to snark something back, maybe clench around him again, but a hand is fisting his hair and pulling back until he’s arching. He stops bouncing on Jungkook’s lap but that doesn’t seem to be a problem because he starts thrusting up.
His eyes land on Jeongguk who’s smirking at him, a hand still in Taehyung’s hair. “You look so good right now,” He says, eyes looking down at where Taehyung’s cock is bouncing up and down and smacking against his stomach. “Especially with my come all over your face,” he adds and Taehyung eyes glaze over.
He needs to hear it, desperately, but he’s scared he’ll freak them out. He’s been keeping it tame with all of his hookups but the secret is that Taehyung loves being reduced to nothing. He loves it when his partners are rough and make him an incoherent and sobbing mess. He loves it.
“P-please,” he gasps, looking desperately up at Jeongguk.
“What is it?” He smirks, jerking Taehyung head further back, making him whine.
“Call- Call me a,” he hesitates, eyes flicking down at Jungkook who’s looking at him with almost wild eyes.
“Cumslut,” Jungkook grunts, hands tightening around Taehyung’s hips.
“Yes,” he almost cries, back arching. “Please--”
“Such a beautiful cumslut,” Jeongguk whispers against his ear. “Is that why you begged me to come on your face? You love cum that much?” He chuckles and Taehyung is fucking gone.
He stiffens, breaths stopping for a few seconds before he’s coming all over himself and Jungkook. He cries out, body twitching, and feels Jungkook slow down. He panics, looking at him and shaking his head. “Keep going, please--” he chokes, meeting Jungkook’s thrusts. “Don’t fucking stop,”
The next thing he knows is that he’s being pushed down onto the bed and Jungkook is above him now, his cock drilling into Taehyung. He’s pressing Taehyung’s legs down against his chest, almost bending him in half, and when Taehyung manages to open his eyes, he sees that Jungkook is looking at where his cock is disappearing inside of him, teeth digging into his bottom lip.
He feels another orgasm building and knows he’s close, his head thrashing left and right. Jungkook changes the angle, using his weight to fucking into Taehyung and Taehyung comes again with a scream, arching off the bed.
He feels Jungkook pull out and quickly move up the bed, taking off the condom before coming all over Taehyung’s face, his cum joining Jeongguk’s.
He thinks they’re done, the thought making him want to cry, but he’s mistaken before he feels a hand around his sensitive cock. It’s jerking him off fast, making Taehyung’s eyes snap open and his back arch almost painfully.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he hears but doesn’t know who’s said it, only knows that the hand doesn’t stop, jerking fast until he’s trashing against the bed and sobbing from how good it feels, legs shaking so fucking much.
He comes again with a loud sob, fists tearing at his sheets, face burying itself in his pillow.
The hand around his cock slows down, milking the last of his come, before it slowly lets go, leaving Taehyung a trembling and sobbing mess.
He’s gasping for breath, chest falling up and down rapidly, feeling featherlight and so, so good.
“You’re so beautiful,” he hears against his ear before hands are running softly up and down his chest and stomach, caressing and calming him down.
“Gorgeous,” comes another voice but Taehyung can’t tell who’s saying what. Jungkook and Jeongguk’s voices are similar but now that he’s not really present, he can’t tell them apart. “Stunning,”
“You did so well,” the words make him warm inside. He didn’t expect them but they’re so greatly appreciated he finds himself tearing up for a different reason.
“You made us feel so good,”
The praises keep coming until Taehyung’s calmed down and breathing normally, his face feeling a little damp and clean. He didn’t even notice when one of them left to fetch a cloth to clean him with.
“Thank you,” he breathes, feeling more composed and able to think. “That was… wow,” is all he manages to say, chuckling breathlessly.
“That’s one way to put it,” grins Jungkook.
“You know what’ll be even more wow?” Jeongguk asks, voice teasing.
Taehyung looks at him, his bottom lip between his teeth. “You two going out on a date with me?” He grins, only half joking but both Jeongguk and Jungkook look at him with a stunned expression.
Jungkook nods slowly, shaking a look with Jeongguk that doesn’t go unnoticed by Taehyung. “Actually…” he blushes a little when he says that, cheeks a beautiful rosy color. “Yes…”
Taehyung giggles, already nodding. “It’s a date, then!”