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“Ah, Kookie!” Taehyung hisses as Jungkook’s teeth pinch sharp and hard against his skin again. “I told you you’re not allowed to leave marks so put the fangs away,” he scolds, but Jungkook finds it hard to take him serious when he can feel Taehyung’s hard cock trapped between their bodies.
Jungkook smirks down at his hyung, laying beneath him, spread out on the bed sheets like a five course meal. God, he looks so good like that, Jungkook just wants to--
“Jungkook! I’m serious! I’m gonna be in big trouble at the shoot tomorrow if you don’t cut it out!” Taehyung berates, pulling harshly at Jungkook’s hair, causing him to growl lightly as he lifts his head away from the mark he’d been sucking into Taehyung’s neck.
Jungkook nuzzles into Taehyung’s chest, laving his tongue over a taut nipple as he groans. “Aww, but hyung, I like marking you up. It lets everyone else know they should back off,” he defends, a smile still in his voice like he isn’t taking Taehyung seriously at all.
Taehyung punches Jungkook’s chest lightly. “You’re a possessive oaf.”
Jungkook bites down on the skin just below Taehyung’s bellybutton. “You like it.”
Fingers thread through Jungkook’s hair as his mouth travels lower, skirting around the hard cock resting on Taehyung’s belly to sink his teeth into jutting hip bones. Taehyung moans softly above him, something like a breathless shamble of Jungkook’s name.
Jungkook moves even lower, his large hands spreading Taehyung’s legs further until he can lean in and latch onto the supple, delicate skin of his inner thighs. Only once Taehyung is writhing, begging “Jungkook, please” on a desperate whisper, does Jungkook stop and lean to the bedside table to grab the bottle of lube.
In minutes he’s got three fingers curling inside of his lover, who is clinging to him like a lifeline, mumbling incoherent sentences into Jungkook’s ear as he nibbles on Taehyung’s collarbone. “Are you ready, baby?” Jungkook finally asks.
Taehyung nods, opening his eyes to look at Jungkook. “Yeah, I--I wanna ride you,” he says and Jungkook almost groans at his words. Nothing is hotter than the sight of Taehyung bouncing himself on Jungkook’s cock.
Jungkook moves hastily, switching places with Taehyung so he can lay back, half propped up by the many pillows on their bed. Taehyung straddles Jungkook’s hips, reaching back to align his cock with his entrance before lowering himself slowly but surely.
Jungkook’s hands rest low on Taehyung’s thighs, which tense underneath his fingers as he lifts himself up only to fall back down onto Jungkook’s length. Taehyung’s head lolls back, mouth open on a silent moan as his hands rest on Jungkook’s toned stomach for balance.
Jungkook realizes Taehyung probably only did this so Jungkook would have a harder time reaching up to bite marks into his throat, but Jungkook can’t find it in himself to care. Instead, he just tightens the grip of his fingers, hoping to leave bruises on Taehyung’s unblemished legs instead.
Jungkook starts thrusting up to meet Taehyung’s downward motion and Taehyung moans wantonly, head drooping forward to hand limply between his shoulders as he’s ruthlessly fucked into. Jungkook reaches one hand up to wrap around Taehyung’s cock, quickly stroking him to completion. Jungkook follows after, the feeling of Taehyung clenching around his length too much to bear.
After a hasty -- half-assed -- clean-up, Jungkook gathers Taehyung into his arms so they can sleep.
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It really shouldn’t be funny. It shouldn’t be, but boy, it is hilarious.
Taehyung is shooting daggers at Jungkook from across the room, sitting atop a high chair as he tilts his head so the makeup artists can smear more foundation on his skin, trying desperately to cover the marks Jungkook had left.
The director of the shoot is lecturing Taehyung sternly -- really, Jungkook can here him all the way across the room -- and the photographer is standing by with a stern frown on his face.
After Taehyung changes into his outfit for the shoot, he’s scolded again by the stylists, because the bruises on his thighs and collarbone are now visible too and they have to take another ten minute delay to fix that problem.
Jungkook meets Taehyung’s eyes from where he’s seated and he knows Taehyung is going to have his ass later (literally), but in the end, he decides it was worth it anyway.