hyung
Author - btsnodank
Taekook
Jin kisses Yuna once, in the general changing room. They adjust their prefect’s uniform in the mirror and dust the micro dust particles o their blazer. The uniform consists of a white pencil skirt for girls, trousers for guys, beige stockings for girls, low black heels for girls and black shoes for guys, a white long-sleeved dress shirt, the metallic black prefect’s tie with the school logo and a dull red blazer, with the tie tucked neatly underneath.
“We can do this, it’ll be our last speech in front of the school before we name the new head and vice-head perfect,” Jin says.
“Yeah,” Yuna echoes after him.
It is the day for them to step down and name the new prefects that will be taking their place in leading the school. This year, however, it is dierent. Both new prefects are guys, instead of the usual guy-girl. Where the guy is the head prefect and the girl is the vice-head prefect.
Yuna walks out with Jin, their fingers interlocked for a while, before they meet the entire student body. The new future prefects, Taehyung and Jungkook are outside, where the lockers are, adjusting their own uniform. It is cute how Taehyung knows little about life, even Jungkook has to tie his tie for him, Jin thinks.
“Hey, congratulations on getting nominated as head and vice-head. I’m pretty sure you’ll do well and people will love you,” Jin says. Taehyung manages a small smile.
[skip the whole prefect’s installation thingy]
“That was good... unf,” Taehyung accidentally moans as Jungkook pushes him into a stall and attacks his lips. Their mouths are sealed tightly in a closemouthed kiss and Jungkook teases Taehyung’s lips with a slight brush of his tongue. Taehyung opens his mouth and Jungkook slips his tongue in, slowly exploring the older guy’s mouth. They pull away to savor some air in the minute aer. Taehyung smiles adorably at him.
“I think, we should continue this at home,”
Taehyung says. Taehyung takes o his blazer and so does Jungkook. They hang it on a coat hanger by the door. Both of them live together because it is easier to get to school and somehow along the way, they started having weird feelings for each other. And they confessed and Jungkook asked Taehyung out. Double benefits, see? Jungkook continues the kiss from the school toilet, pushing Taehyung into their shared room. He unbuttons the first few buttons of Taehyung’s dress shirt, trailing his finger lightly on Taehyung’s chest. Then he latches his lips to the older’s collarbones, sucking on it gently at first, but moving to a harsher suction.
Taehyung arches his back slightly, accidentally hitting Jungkook’s member. Oh, Jungkook is already turned on, he thinks to himself. Taehyung flips the younger guy around, leaving butterfly kisses from his jawline to his neck whilst unbuttoning the younger’s shirt, all the way. He trails his finger lightly from the younger guy’s abdomen to his chest, and moves the pinch and play with the younger’s nipples. The hickey on Jungkook’s neck is evident and Taehyung moves down, to lick Jungkook’s nubs. He bites them gently, and Jungkook lets out a moan, which sounded like a growl at that moment. Jungkook doesn’t really give up easily and he wants to be the dominant one right now. He wants to fuck Taehyung senseless right now, so he flips the older guy around.
Jungkook unbuckles Taehyung’s belt sexily while kissing the older hungrily. He then unbuttons Taehyung’s trousers and pulls it o, gleaming at the sight. Taehyung knew that Jungkook would just end up having sex with him so he wore firework boxers to school.
” Such cute boxers, hyung,” Jungkook muses to himself. “So sexy...”
He bites his bottom lip seductively.
” Kookie,” Taehyung says, and Jungkook looks at him.
“ Suck me...” Taehyung says.
Jungkook licks the tip, teasing it. Then he engulfs it in his mouth, bobbing his head, making pop sounds after each bob. Taehyung thrusts in the younger guy’s mouth, and Jungkook, having no gag reflex, goes along with it. After some minutes of sensual sucking and popping, Taehyung thrusts again.
“Ahh... Jung..kook, I’m coming,” Taehyung says, right when he feels the itching feeling in his lower abdomen.
Then, he releases his warm seed in the younger’s mouth.
Jungkook swallows it all, obediently. Jungkook climbs onto their shared bed, sitting beside a just blown Taehyung. Taehyung lays there on the bed, his expression dazed, as if Jungkook had sucked the life out of him. Through his dick. Jungkook begins to touch himself, running his hand up and down his neglected member. He uses his other hand to pinch his nipple and flick it. Taehyung, suddenly bursting with energy, straddles Jungkook.
“Let me take care of that, Kookie,” Taehyung says, moving Jungkook’s hand away and rubbing the younger’s member. Jungkook lets out a moan, sweat glistening in his hair and forehead.
“No...” Jungkook mumbles, his nails lightly scratching Taehyung’s back. Jungkook wriggles out from underneath Taehyung and reaches into the third drawer. Somewhere under the clothes, there is a pair of handcuffs. And lube.
He pulls it out and now, pushes Taehyung under his vice like a straddle. He cus the older guy to one of the posters on their four-poster bed, and pulls the translucent curtains down. Jungkook lubes up his finger with the strawberry scented liquid and teases Taehyung’s hole. Taehyung bucks his hips and Jungkook pushes his finger in, feeling around in the hole.
“Hyung, are you a virgin?” Jungkook asks.
“Why the weird question, Kookie?” Taehyung asks.
“Just answer it.” “Yes.”
Jungkook reaches the second one in and scissors his fingers. Taehyung bucks his hips again at the movement inside him.
“I’m stretched enough,” Taehyung declares.
“How would you know that, hyung? You’re a virgin and you won’t want to cry, would you?” Jungkook says, smartly. Jungkook is a virgin himself, but he’d heard enough of his brother fucking some guy senseless in the room next door throughout his early teenage years.
Taehyung shakes his head. Jungkook pushes in a third finger, reaching around, lightly brushing the walls of the latter’s hole. Taehyung lets out inaudible moans almost every minute and Jungkook like how his face contorts when his fingers brush against the walls of his hole.
“Now you have to beg,” Jungkook says.
He tries to find the older guy’s prostate, and he successfully does, on the first try. He hits it continuously with his middle finger until Taehyung sees stars.
“Ahh... Kookie... I want your dick inside... of me,” Taehyung breathes, each breath he takes, hitched.
Jungkook pulls out his fingers and lines his member with Taehyung’s hole, teasing the tip. He chuckles slightly and pushes in slowly. Taehyung moves, the handcuffs scratching the wood covered steel poster. He then rams himself into the older guy, full force and tears threaten to escape Taehyung’s eyes.
“Too harsh, Kookie,” Taehyung breathes, as one sole tear cascades down his porcelain cheek.
“I’m sorry, hyung. But wait, you’ll feel pleasure,” Jungkook says, as he wipes away the tear with his thumb.
He begins to thrust slowly and his thrusts turn fast-paced as the time passes. Taehyung bucks his hips once more at the last thrust and finally, white strings of his own come, coats his stomach and chest and also Jungkook’s chest. And Jungkook releases his load inside of Taehyung. The younger guy pulls out his member, watching little streams of his come trickle from Taehyung’s puckered hole.
“That was... so good, Kookie,” Taehyung mumbles.
“Don't worry hyung, you’ll be getting more of that. Because I head perfectly. And the head is dominant. "Jungkook smiles.
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