what the night hides

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationship: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V
Character: Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook
Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Explicit Sexual Content, Public Sex, Exhibitionism,
Top Jeon Jungkook, Bottom Kim Taehyung | V, Biker Jeon Jungkook,
Friends With Benefits, Spelling Jeon Jungkook as Jeon Jeongguk,
Chaotic Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung | V, Dirty Talk, Plot What
Plot/Porn Without Plot, PWP, Power Bottom Kim Taehyung | V, Friends
With Benefits Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-01-30 Words: 4869

what the night hides

by wonderaus

Summary

Taehyung has always been a creature of the night. It feels like, as soon as the sun sets, he
comes alive. It's in the middle of the night that he gets an unexpected visitor, up for a
midnight ride.

or: Jeongguk just got himself a Harley Davidson bike and wants to show Taehyung.
Taehyung wants to ride him instead.

Notes

HELLOOOOO!!!

I AM BACK FOR THE FIRST FIC OF THE YEAR !! AND THIS ONE IS FOR MY
DEAR KIWI'S BIRTHDAY SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIWI I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS
!!

It's my first pwp and I'm a bit scared bc kiwi's the queen of smut but I wanted to do
something special for her so HERE IT IS !!!!
 May you enjoy this... I'm gathering all the fire brigades just in case someone bursts into
flames like I did writing this.

See the end of the work for more notes

Taehyung has always been a creature of the night. It feels like, as soon as the sun sets, he comes
alive. It might also have something to do with the fact that, being the person he is, existing in the
daylight is dangerous.

It’s safer to go out at night when the shadows help him hide his identity from the rest of the world.
Safer when the rest of the world sleeps and just the souls like his find their place around the city.

Some people tease him saying that he’s constantly living in the Paris timezone because his soul is
stuck there, somehow. And although he cannot confirm nor deny that statement, what’s true is that
he tends to go to bed as soon as the sun rises and sleeps until it sets, unless he has a schedule to
attend to. In this case, he’s fucked and tired most of the time.

He’s certain that the only thing to blame for his sleep schedule being overly fucked is the kind of
life he’s led for the past almost fifteen years.

Back when they were trainees, it was long night practices to make sure they were ready for their
debut and, mostly, that they weren’t getting cut from the team because they weren’t good enough.
After their debut, it was recording sessions for music programs at the crack of dawn and more late-
night practices. And after, it was all of that plus touring the world, timezones changing every few
days, and making Taehyung not even try to keep up with them.

Although their schedules have calmed down now, it seems like, no matter how much time goes by,
he’ll never be able to fix it.

It’s not like he’s complaining, though, because being awake at two in the morning on a night on
the brink of spring has led him to be able to read a text he did not expect. Especially at that hour.

Jeonggukie:

Hyung!!!!!!!

I finally got it!

Come downstairs I wanna show you

Taehyung’s back in his apartment, after a long day at the company where he went over and over
again the songs he wants to add to his first release on his own, and is now harboring a glass of red
wine, nothing but a T-shirt on as some of his favorite records play in the background.

However, it piques his interest to know what the youngest of the team wants to show him, because
‘ I finally got it’, doesn’t really narrow it down.

He’s been into so many new things lately that’s hard to keep up; trying new things, adding more
ink to his body and more hoops to his ears, writing songs and taking dance classes, learning how to
play instruments, too.

Taehyung smiles at the thought of the young boy, and how much he’s grown in the time they’ve
known each other.

He takes another sip from his wine and texts Jeongguk to just come up instead because he doesn’t
want to get dressed for whatever Jeongguk wants to show him.

This time, Jeongguk calls instead.

Taehyung walks to his record player and lifts the needle to make the music stop so he can hear him
better.

“What?” Taehyung asks when he picks up the call.

“Hyung!” Jeongguk’s voice never fails to make Taehyung smile. “You’re awake.”

“Of course, I’m awake,” Taehyung chuckles. “Did you not ring the doorbell in case I wasn’t?”

“Partly, yeah,” the youngest says. “Can you come down now?”

“But why? I’m like… not dressed enough and I don’t really feel like fetching some clothes,” the
older boy admits.

“Well, I’m sure you will be more than glad you did once you see this.” Jeongguk giggles, and
that’s dangerous. It sounds dangerous.

“It better be like at least a puppy sibling for Bam. Anything less than that and I’m kicking your
ass.”

“Trust me, there’ll be no need,” he says. “Hurry!” And Jeongguk hangs up after that.

Taehyung walks to his floor-to-ceiling window to see if he can spot the younger from up there, but
it’s useless to try, so he just sighs and heads to his room to put enough clothes on to leave his
apartment. Of course, it’s a pajama set, but Jeongguk is used to seeing him in those in public
anyway.

He locks the door behind him and rides the elevator down, texting Jeongguk to ask exactly where
he is.

‘Just outside’ the text reads once Taehyung steps out of the elevator, but he can’t see him yet. He
opens the door and a chilly breeze hits him, but the cold doesn’t take long to melt when he comes
face-first with a motorbike.

Taehyung frowns and stays there, looking at the silhouette on top of the bike.

“Jeongguk?” He asks, almost convincing himself that there’s just no way that Jeongguk got himself
a Harley Davidson bike.

There’s just no way.

Sure, he got the license a few months ago just ‘cause, he said.

“Surprise,” he says, taking off the helmet and combing his fingers through his long hair with ease,
a smug smirk spread on his lips at the utter shock displayed on Taehyung’s face. Can you blame
him, though?

He’s at a loss for words, too, just staring at Jeongguk as he steps down off the bike, wearing leather
from head to toe as he leans against it.

“What do you think?” Jeongguk chuckles, the glint in his eyes shining almost as brightly as his
new friend's fresh coat of paint.

“I can’t believe you—Wow,” Taehyung manages to say.

“Isn’t it so cool? I wanted you to be the first one to see it,” Jeongguk admits, and, to be fair,
Taehyung doesn’t really care that much about the bike itself if it wasn’t attached to the most
attractive man the world has ever blessed them with. And Jeongguk in leather riding that bike is a
sight, for sure.

It makes something hot dip in the pit of Taehyung’s stomach, like lava eroding its way down and
down, ready to ruin him.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s cool,” Taehyung manages to say as he starts walking toward him without even
noticing. “ You’re cool,” he looks back at him, unable to keep his eyes from roaming up and down
his body.

There are many things in the world that shouldn’t be allowed, and one of them is Jeongguk in
leather clothing. When they’re on stage, Taehyung has it easy because he can just focus his
attention on something else, on the performance or the fans.

Right now, as they stand before each other on an empty street from Taehyung’s exclusive
neighborhood, not so much.

“Am I?” The faux innocence is a look that Taehyung knows more than anyone how much of a
façade it is when it comes to the younger. But he’ll play along, so he nods. “Do you want to ride it,
hyung?” His voice drops when he asks that as if he knows what he’s doing.

He obviously does.

“How about you ride it and I ride something else instead?” Taehyung asks once he gets to him,
feeling the leather against his palms as he feels his way up the younger. “You’re the one with the
license.”

And this is the thing about them two: it’s on nights like these that more often than not they end up
tangled around each other. It used to be easier when they all lived together, more convenient.

Whenever Jeongguk needed some release or Taehyung would want to numb his brain enough to get
some sleep, they’d find each other slipping into each other’s bed, reaching out and touching until
their lips were bitten raw and their names the only word that they seemed to be able to remember.

But sometimes, it was on nights when they would just need someone to hold, someone to remind
them that they weren’t alone and that, no matter how heavy and scary the world out there might be
with their growing fame, they still had each other.

So, truly, Taehyung isn’t surprised that Jeongguk decided to show Taehyung his new toy first. In
fact, he’s pretty sure he already knew that this would happen if the arm he wraps around the elder’s
waist is any indication.

He pulls him closer until their chest are flushed together and Taehyung can feel how tight his pants
are. He already knows what hides under them, so it’s no surprise they’re not enough to hide it.

“I’m not opposed to that idea,” Jeongguk says, sucking the ring on his lip into his mouth, his hands
on Taehyung’s ass now, the friction in between their bodies enough to make the elder’s breath
hitch.

“Mhm, I wonder why,” Taehyung says, closing his eyes and feeling how Jeongguk’s breath
caresses his lips. His fingers find a home among Jeongguk’s long hair, pulling it away from his
face as if he’d have it up in a ponytail. “Fuck, this is so not fair,” Taehyung mutters under his
breath, breathing him in and gasping around his lips, not really touching.

“What isn’t, hyung?” Jeongguk asks, licking his lower lip and sinking his teeth into them the way
he knows drives Taehyung absolutely mad.

“ You. You’re so fucking hot, and you know it.” He almost feels embarrassed to admit it, even if
it’s no secret. Even if it’s not even the first time Taehyung has said it, either.

“Then, what are you waiting for?” Jeongguk whispers, tilting his head just slightly to bump their
noses together.

The grip on Jeongguk’s hair tightens as Taehyung tries to hold himself back.

He knows that this is risky, that someone could be watching from their windows and they could
get in trouble for this.

And maybe it shouldn’t be making the desire grow at a faster pace in his system but it is.

“We can’t, not here,” Taehyung reminds them both as if saying it out loud was going to change
anything.

“Just one kiss, hyung. Come on.” The voice of temptation whispers in his ear as if he was trying to
convince Taehyung to take a bite from the forbidden apple.

And if the apple could see Jeongguk right now, Taehyung bets it would fall from the tree on its
knees, as well.

So, truly, Taehyung never even stood a chance from the second he stepped out into the street
tonight.

He pulls from Jeongguk’s neck until their lips find each other like starved beasts during hunting
season. Jeongguk’s gloved hands' press Taehyung’s body closer to him, so much that not even the
air dares to get in between them, afraid only fire will result from it.

And one kiss turns into two, into tongues licking into each other’s mouths and brushing together
sending shivers down Taehyung’s body down to his feet.

“Fuck, Guk, we should st—” Taehyung tries to stop, trying to pull away but Jeongguk thrusts his
hips against him just enough. When their eyes meet, Taehyung feels like he’s about to be
swallowed by the darkest abyss from how big Jeongguk’s pupils are. His eyes are full of desire for
him.

“What about your ride?” He asks all innocently even though Taehyung can feel how much bigger
he’s getting and how much his pants seem to be struggling to not burst right there. “Come on, hop
on.” And he lets go of him, then, turning to put the helmet back on as he climbs on top of the bike
again. Taehyung can only watch him.
“I can’t—I don’t have a helmet and we could get in trouble,” Taehyung says as if he’s not already
walking to throw one of his legs over the bike and pressing his body against Jeongguk’s back,
wrapping his arms around his tiny waist and unable to hold himself back from leaving a bite on his
neck.

“Don’t worry, we won’t be going far,” Jeongguk says and the sound the bike makes when
Jeongguk turns it on is deafening, the vibration under their bodies driving Taehyung to press his
body closer to Jeongguk’s, feeling his own cock pulse in between their bodies.

Taehyung holds him closer as Jeongguk starts to drive, taking the motorbike for a spin, but his
hands just won’t stay still, moving until they find their way under Jeongguk’s layers, touching his
scorching skin. His lips seem to have made a home on the younger’s neck as he drives them
through their neighborhood.

Taehyung takes his hand back down until he’s holding Jeongguk’s bulge, giving it a squeeze and
able to feel the vibrations from his moan where his head is pressed against his back since the sound
of the vehicle is loud enough to numb it.

“Hyung—” he warns, and Taehyung just bites his lip looking at him in the side-view mirror,
knowing he’s looking.

Jeongguk speeds up, then as Taehyung continues dropping small kisses and bites across the
expanse of his neck, rutting himself on the youngers back until the bike suddenly stops and
Taehyung notices they’re at what seems to be literally the middle of an abandoned road by the
looks of it.

“Enough of that,” Taehyung hears before Jeongguk turns enough to pick him up and sit him right
on his lap, throwing his head back when he feels the pressure against his hardening cock. “Shit,
hyung, don’t you know you shouldn’t be doing that while someone drives?” Jeongguk asks before
he takes off the helmet, throwing it on the floor. Taehyung hopes that it’s resistant enough not to
break from that because it doesn’t look like the youngest is too worried about that.

“Oh, so you can drive me insane and I can’t do that?” Taehyung asks, combing his fingers through
his hair again, letting his nails scrape at his scalp and throwing his head back until he’s looking up
at him.

“Mhm, I guess that’s fair,” the grin on his face is enough for Taehyung to press his lips against
Jeongguk’s in order to erase it. The metallic taste of Jeongguk’s ring against his tongue once
Taehyung sucks it into his lips is addictive, and he twirls his tongue around it, smiling when
Jeongguk moans slightly.

Jeongguk’s hands are still on Taehyung’s hips, the elder starts to circle them, applying pressure and
adding friction where their lower halves meet as their lips keep taking each other apart.

“Wait, let me—” Jeongguk says, lifting Taehyung up with one arm alone before he undoes the
zipper of his own pants, groaning at the release he feels once the pressure is off him. “Fuck, hyung,
I can’t believe you came out like this,” he says then as if just realizing then Taehyung’s outfit
choice. He dives down and starts to kiss and lick across his exposed collarbones all the way up his
neck.

“I mean, I didn’t know there was a dress code for late nights visits from you. Should’ve seen me
before, I was wearing one of the T-shirts I stole from you and nothing else,” Taehyung admits,
moaning when Jeongguk sinks his teeth at the base of his throat.
“Don’t tell me that,” he pretty much growls, hands abandoning his hips in favor of squeezing
Taehyung’s ass.

“Why not? Don’t wanna know how much I miss you now that you’re so busy you hardly ever want
to spend time with me anymore?” Taehyung says, pulling from his hair again so that the younger
looks at him. “Because drinking wine and wearing your clothes to pretend you’re there as I fuck
myself to sleep doesn’t quite work as well.” And, to punctuate his words, Taehyung grinds hard
against Jeongguk’s fully hard cock now. There’s a wet patch in the front of his boxers, but
Taehyung can’t blame him because he’s also hard under his pants.

“ Fuck, ” Jeongguk mutters before he dives in for a deep kiss, his tongue parting Taehyung’s lips
with ease and sucking the eldest’s one into his own as his hands breach the barrier of Taehyung’s
pants and gasps when he sees that there’s nothing else under.

“I told you,” Taehyung smiles against his lips. “Your T-shirt and nothing else.”

“Shit, Taehyung,” his name drops from his tongue like a curse as well. “You’re—”

“Mhm, I know, baby,” he smiles before he finds Jeongguk’s hands and pushes them further down
his ass, reaching toward his hole.

“Wait, the gloves—”

“Oh, they stay on, ” Taehyung says, licking his own lips when he sees the look in Jeongguk’s eyes.
“All of it stays on. You’re just gonna sit there and let me ride your cock. You had your fun with
your toy and now I’ll have mine.” Taehyung says and takes his hand down to pull Jeongguk’s cock
out of his briefs, wrapping his slender fingers around it as if they’d been carved to do so.

“A–gh,” Jeongguk throws his head back at the pressure, gloved hands still against Taehyung’s ass,
a few inches from where Taehyung wants him. “Wait, hyung, I didn’t bring any lube or anything
—” Jeongguk says as if that’s ever been a problem with them.

And Taehyung’s not sure how sanitary it is to do what he’s about to, but right now, he’s got bigger
things to worry about like the pulsing cock in his hand. He takes one of Jeongguk’s hands and
brings his gloved digits into his mouth and sucks on them, enjoying the face of shameless lust
Jeongguk’s looking at him with.

The taste of leather is definitely something Taehyung’s not accustomed to, but it’s not as bad as he
thought. The thought of having those same fingers in him drives him to twirl his tongue around
them, mouth open and letting his spit dribble down his chin, and Jeongguk leans forward to lick it
clean and replace his fingers with his own tongue as he takes his fingers back to Taehyung’s eager
hole.

He bites Jeongguk’s lip hard as the first intrusion occurs, closing his eyes as he feels the leather
cold and wet against his walls.

“So tight, hyung,” Jeongguk licks his lips as he slowly starts fucking his finger in and out. “Feels
good?” The younger asks when the only thing Taehyung is doing now is lazily stroking Jeongguk
in his hands while his mouth is left agape as Jeongguk starts building a pace.

“Mhm,” he says, biting his lip now, his other hand scraping at Jeongguk’s scalp again, diving
down for another bruising kiss that leaves them both breathless.

It’s then that Jeongguk decides it’s the perfect moment for the second finger to slide in, and
Taehyung mewls, gripping at Jeongguk’s cock so hard he needs to apologize, although the
youngest doesn’t seem too bothered by it.

He scissors his fingers slightly and Taehyung sinks further down, his pants down by his ankles,
then, entirely exposed to the night breeze.

And this might be a mistake, being who they are, doing what they’re doing, but it feels so good
Taehyung thinks he can worry about that at some other time.

“Okay, enough,” Taehyung says, lifting himself up so that Jeongguk’s fingers slip off him. The
boy looks confused under him.

“Hyung, that’s not nearly enough—”

“It is for today,” he says, having made his mind up. Because they both know that Jeongguk is big
and it will take more than two fingers to get him ready, but Taehyung wants to feel every inch of
him tonight as he drags himself into him.

He puts his hands on his chest, pushing slightly until Jeongguk is leaning back on the bike, back
over the console. Not fully laying, but laid back enough so that he can straddle him properly.

“Remember after that photoshoot we had where I was playing a villain that you said how hot it’d
be to do this?” Jeongguk says, reminiscing their past escapades. Taehyung remembers. He sucked
Jeongguk off in one of the dressing rooms and ruined his make-up. It was worth it, though.

“I hope you didn’t get the license only for this,” Taehyung points out, making the younger laugh.

“And what if I did? What would that make me? A desperate man?” He asks, biting his lip when
Taehyung gives him one more stroke.

“A silly one. You could have me whenever you wanted and you know that” he says before he parts
his lips, tongue out, and lets a string of spit fall on the tip of Jeongguk’s cock, Taehyung using his
hand to spread it all over it, mixing with his pre-cum to help with the slide.

“I want you right now,” Jeongguk says, hands spreading Taehyung’s cheeks as he positions
Jeongguk’s cock at the entrance. “Raw, like that?” He asks. They both know it’s safe, and it’s safe
to assume that, if Jeongguk didn’t have lube anywhere, condoms are out of the question.

“You know how I like it,” Taehyung whispers against his lips before he starts lowering himself on
Jeongguk’s length.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he gasps as he keeps sinking down, the burn he feels springing tears from his
eyes, but it feels so good.

“Hyung, you should’ve let me—” But Taehyung takes his finger to Jeongguk’s mouth to shut him
up. Jeongguk takes the opportunity to wrap his tongue around it and bite it slightly as Taehyung
bottoms out, completely sat on him now.

They’re both breathing heavily, Jeongguk’s hands probably already imprinted on each of his
cheeks from how tight he’s holding him.

Jeongguk lifts himself up enough to undo some of Taehyung’s buttons with his teeth, the
dedication to not remove his hands from him is admirable, to say the least.

However, the slight change of position has Taehyung throwing his head back and moaning so loud
that he fears someone might hear them, even though there don’t appear to be any houses anywhere
near them.

“So… big, fuck, I’ve missed this,” Taehyung groans as he tentatively rolls his hips, making
Jeongguk growl under him. But, as Taehyung told him, he’s not moving. He’s not going to move.
He’s just going to sit there and take it.

“Whenever you’re ready, darling,” is all he says.

And there’s something about the fact that he’s still fully clothed, his jacket nowhere near coming
off, the material of his pants burning the back of Taehyung’s thighs where he’s been sitting, the
gloves on his hands as they give a playful slap that sends Taehyung over the edge.

He starts slow, lifting himself up and sinking back down, drinking the noises he’s pulling from
Jeongguk as well as his own as he starts to get used to the feeling, to the burn. Once his body has
shaped itself around Jeongguk in the way he loves the most and the way he’s been longing for, he
starts building a pace, hopping on the youngest’s cock with ease, the slap of his thighs against the
leather even more deafening than the engine of the motorcycle was earlier.

“Shit, hyung, you feel so good, ” Jeongguk groans, throwing his head back, and Taehyung dives
down to gladly leave some kisses and bites in his wake. Good thing neither of them has a schedule
tomorrow, otherwise they’d have some explaining to do.

Not that it would be their first time, nor their last.

“Mhm, you too, big boy,” Taehyung says then, wrapping his arms around his neck to have some
more leverage before he starts bouncing on him fast. A tell-tale of ah, ah ah s filling the silence of
the night that surrounds them, Jeongguk eventually sits up to kiss Taehyung’s lips shut before
someone calls the cops on them.

But he keeps moaning in the younger’s lips, keeps whispering his name like a prayer, like he was
the only person in the world he’d worship, and, to be fair, he is the only one he’s ever gotten on his
knees for. That must count for something.

“M–Gonna c—” Taehyung tries announcing, and it’s a sign for Jeongguk to finally wrap his
leathered hand around Taehyung’s neglected cock, making him whine the second he does. “Fuck,
baby,” he moans, head thrown back as he keeps bouncing mercilessly, knowing how sore he’s
going to feel after, but also knowing it will be so worth it.

“Come on, hyung, ride it like you own it, like you own me,” Jeongguk says against the elder’s lips
before he bites Taehyung’s lip and sucks it into his lips for a hungry kiss just as Taehyung paints
them both in white, and Jeongguk keeps stroking him until he’s done; until there’s nothing left in
him, until the leather is ruined between them.

And Taehyung has stopped bouncing, pretty much collapsing on Jeongguk’s body, entirely spent.

“Do you want me to pull out, darling?” Jeongguk asks, even though he’s still painfully hard and
being buried deep into Taehyung’s warmth isn’t helping much. Taehyung simply shakes his head,
nuzzling his nose against the youngest’s neck.

“Give me a second,” he says, and Jeongguk does, looking down at the mess they’ve made and
chuckling slightly, shaking his head.

“I can finish off for us, babe, you don’t need to—” Jeongguk starts saying again, just to make sure
Taehyung knows he doesn’t need to go the extra mile when Jeongguk’s got enough stamina to
finish this off, in fact, he’s been aching to fuck back into Taehyung. But the elder had a plan, and
he seems to be sticking with it. He sits up again, hands coming together at the back of Jeongguk’s
neck, pulling his head up so he’s looking at him.

“I want you to fill me up so deep I can still feel you in my guts every time I miss you,” Taehyung
leans down to whisper on Jeongguk’s lips before he lifts himself back up until only the head of
Jeongguk’s cock is in him and mercilessly sinks back down, hitting the sweet spot he’s been
abusing for the past few minutes.

And he can tell that Jeongguk’s fighting so hard the urge to fuck back into him, and it’s so hot to
see him like this, so he makes sure to give all of himself to him, opening his shirt so that Jeongguk
can marble at the expense of his skin, at the soft tummy that he loves so much just as he bounces
again, again, and again, on him.

“Hyung, hyung, shit, I’m—” Jeongguk says, and Taehyung sinks all the way in, balls deep, and
captures his lips in a starved kiss that quiets Jeongguk’s own moans as he releases into Taehyung.
And the feeling is enough to almost make Taehyung cum again. But he’s ruined both their clothes
enough as it is.

This time, he does collapse completely over Jeongguk. It’s a good thing the young one is strong
enough to hold him close to him so that they don’t fall, chuckling.

“Fuck, that was…” he starts, and Taehyung just nods. He’s pretty sure his soul has left his body.

His whole body is on fire after that, and he’s not sure how the fuck they’re supposed to make it
back to his apartment now.

“I think you should get a license, too, hyung,” Jeongguk says and Taehyung comes out from where
he’s been hiding at Jeongguk’s neck.

“What, a cock riding license?” he says so bluntly that Jeongguk’s laughter echoes in the silence of
the night. “I doubt they have those. Besides, I’m only interested in riding one.” He pulls his hair
back again, sweaty from still wearing all his clothes while they did all that.

“ Good ,” Jeongguk whispers before he leans forward to press their lips together again, and it’s
sweeter this time, making Taehyung smile against it.

“I’m sorry I ruined your clothes and the leather of your bike, though,” Taehyung chuckles as he
sees the state of it all.

“Oh, don’t be. Clothes can wash, but this will stay in my mind forever,” the youngest one chuckles
as well. “We should go back, though.” And it’s then that Taehyung realizes that Jeongguk is still
buried inside him.

“Your place or mine?” Taehyung asks, and Jeongguk smiles at how quickly the elder understood
that there was no way their night was ending with them going to their separate places.

“Mine is closer,” Jeongguk says as he slowly slides off, Taehyung wincing at the loss of him.
“Come on, put your pants on and sit down. I still wanna taste myself when I eat you out later.” And
although Taehyung thought there was no way he could go again, it only takes a sentence to spark a
flame back in the pit of his stomach.

“I guessed you missed me, too, huh?” Taehyung says, doing as he’s told, sitting back behind him
while Jeongguk rearranges his own pants.

“Of course, hyung, always,” he says as he turns the engine back on and drives them back into the
 streets of the city and to Jeongguk’s apartment building.

As the sun rises back again, greeting the world with a new day, both boys whisper I love you’ s into
each other’s lips.

The world won’t get to see that, won’t get the pleasure of knowing what the night hides. But they
will keep holding each other until the stars return.

End Notes

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