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Taehyung isn’t much of a casual hookup kind of guy, but fucking a passenger on the plane while midair and scoring his digits doesn’t exactly fit the category - so he thinks.
just landed back in Seoul, you working?
The text had arrived just as he’d stepped off his plane with his small carry-on, ready to take the next two days off to their fullest advantage and catching up on some much needed rest on something stable. Running home to his bed and nestling himself into the confines of his large blanket, the cushion of his endless sea of pillows and the cold air of his flat, couldn’t sound any better, really, until the ding of his text notification interrupts his train of thought.
The way his mind switches from cloud-like pillows to Jeongguk and his strong arms pressing him back into the mattress is almost embarrassing as he passes a mother and her daughters after scanning the text. He tucks his phone into his pocket out of shame from his dirty thoughts, and only until he’s near baggage claim does he pull it back out, typing a quick response.
you caught me at an ironically perfect time…
just got off work for the next two days :)
Since the incident a few weeks back, Taehyung hadn’t heard a word from Jeongguk save for the little moment they had once the plane had landed for all passengers to get off. Jeongguk’s hand was pressed firmly to the small of his back with a secret smile tucked in the corners of his mouth as Taehyung led him, the last passenger to leave the plane, to the exit with a professional smile and thank you that really read call me later.
Jimin had cornered him at the back of the plane with a knowing smirk, demanding for the details with an armful of pillows stacked to his chin.
“Yeah fucking right,” Taehyung had said, nudging Jimin back by the shoulders and out of his personal space. “Not with the Captain standing right there.”
Jimin had turned around, dropping a pillow or two by his feet in the process, and sure enough, Yoongi was standing only a few rows away, talking to Namjoon with his back leaning against the chair.
“Later,” Jimin had said, shooting his gaze back to Taehyung with raised brows in place of a pointed finger. “We’ll talk about this over lunch at the ramen place.”
Taehyung, of course, does end up explaining the incident to Jimin, minus the sex details, but it is not over lunch nor is it over a bowl of ramen when he does it. Rather, they talk about it in coded language as they hand out drinks to the passengers on the next flight to Tokyo.
At one point, he thinks their secret conversation may have been foiled and compromised, but the group of teenagers near the back asking if he hooked up with someone on the plane had only been a dare, a mere joke that had his heart jumping to his throat and threatening to fall out.
After walking away from them with a forced smile, he’d considered smashing their cookie bags to crumbs. Or maybe just gently shoving them off the plane.
can I see you?
The words make his skin tingle in ways he wish they hadn’t. Don’t get him wrong, Jeongguk is hot and probably has the exact broad shoulder width he’d written down for his ideal type back in high school, but he also seems like he did this often, the hookup scene, and Taehyung can’t afford to think too far into things. Not when there isn’t anything to begin with. Anyone who’s willing to initiate sex on a plane with a flight attendant during the flight probably isn’t looking to mingle, per se.
Taehyung finds a seat near the automatic doors, rolling his suitcase close beside him and stretching his legs out long. He types his response.
of course :)
I’m near baggage claim
It takes exactly eleven minutes for Jeongguk to find him (he knows because he’d checked his phone every minute out of anxiousness and maybe, just maybe, a bit of nervousness).
Jeongguk is wearing a basic white tee with grey sweats, a black beanie pulled over his dark hair. The outfit screams casual and comfortable, and if anyone else had worn this same order of clothes, he’s sure he wouldn’t look twice. But the way Jeongguk walks up to him with a hand barely in his pocket and the other gripping the strap of his backpack, Taehyung finds himself rubbing at his chin just in case he drools.
“Hey,” Taehyung greets, standing up with a bright smile when Jeongguk comes to a halt in front of his suitcase.
“Hi,” Jeongguk responds, adjusting his backpack and smiling meekly.
There’s a moment of stiff silence, Taehyung shifting on his heels awkwardly as he stares at Jeongguk’s (very nice) chest. He almost asks how the flight went, but he’s off-duty right now, and the last thing he wants to talk about in the next two days is planes. He also silently hopes Jeongguk doesn’t ask how work went because if there’s one thing Taehyung dislikes, it’s go-to conversations when there’s nothing better to talk about, which basically amounts to talking about work, the weather, or news and politics.
Taehyung shoots his head up when Jeongguk speaks.
“Can we… maybe go to your place?” Jeongguk asks, scratching at his nape. “Sorry, my roommate is home right now. But I can drive us?”
Taehyung bites his lip at Jeongguk’s forwardness, trying to ignore the heat that’s already starting to build as the thought of Jeongguk in his bed, fully naked this time, crosses his mind for the second time that hour.
But Taehyung doesn't deny his offer to drive. Being a flight attendant forces Taehyung to work around his job’s odd schedule, rarely leaving his car at the airport for extended periods of time mostly out of paranoia that one day, he’ll be welcomed by a cracked window or a dented bumper with no scribbled phone number on paper tucked under the windshield wiper. It’s happened before, at the shopping center near Jimin’s place, and he does not doubt it will happen again.
He also wouldn’t mind a free ride from a hottie.
“Oh, yeah,” Taehyung nods fervently, gripping the handle of his suitcase. “Yeah, totally. That works.”
The drive to his flat is comfortable with Jeongguk’s rock music filling up the space. It doesn’t surprise him in the least that the CD they’re listening to is Blink 182, not after finding a skateboard in the trunk earlier when they put their suitcases back there, and definitely not after noticing that Jeongguk had gauges when Taehyung snuck glances whenever he could at the left turns.
Somewhere during the car ride, as Taehyung rants about not being able to find pillowcases that match the rest of his room, Jeongguk’s hand finds it’s way to Taehyung’s thigh, his thumb stroking back and forth idly against the inner part of his leg. Taehyung pauses in the middle of his story, glancing down as his mouth falls open silently, but he pretends he isn’t aroused by the small gesture and continues talking.
Jeongguk doesn’t move his hand the entire rest of the car ride, and Taehyung feels his whole body shiver at the firm palm pressing against him, closing his eyes to immerse himself in the warmth that spreads throughout his body. When he opens his eyes, Jeongguk is looking at him with an intense expression, and they fall silent until they arrive at his flat, the tension growing thick in the small space of the car.
As they take the stairs to the third floor, Taehyung barely has time to get the keys in his door before Jeongguk is pushing him in eagerly with lips attached to his neck, biting small red marks into the soft skin of his nape and shoulder and pressing firmly against his back. He traps Taehyung against the nearest wall with strong arms, the cold surface raising bumps on his skin as his keys drop with a clatter to the floor, but the sound is lost to their heavy breathing.
Taehyung will forget where his keys are later as they fall somewhere near the kitchen entrance - he knows this - but he really can’t find himself caring when Jeongguk’s lips taste as sweet as candy once their mouths finally meet. Jeongguk licks his way into his mouth and Taehyung takes him in completely, sucking air through his nose when Jeongguk only presses in harder. Quiet whimpers find their way past Taehyung’s lips, and he feels Jeongguk push a thigh between his legs from behind, nudging them apart and pressing against his growing erection in the pants of his black uniform, so firm Taehyung finds himself rocking his hips down against the solid muscle of Jeongguk’s thigh.
“Oh, fuck,” Taehyung cries as tingles shoot all throughout his body, straight down to the tips of his toes. The way he doesn’t have to hold back his gasps and moans makes it all the better now that they aren’t trying to hide from a plane full of strangers.
He braces his body against the wall and repeats the motion, this time rolling his hips back against the bulge in Jeongguk’s sweats, the loose layer of fabric thin and allowing enough friction for Taehyung to feel Jeongguk’s cock sliding between his cheeks. He revels in the sound Jeongguk makes right against his ear, twisting his head around to bite at the flesh of his bottom lip and moaning against his mouth.
“Keep going, baby,” Jeongguk breathes against his cheek. “Show me you want it.”
Taehyung flattens his palms against the wall for enough leverage to grind back against Jeongguk, reaching a hand down to cover the one gripping his hips tightly, white at the knuckles. Normally he wouldn’t take this long to get to the bedroom, and he definitely doesn't take his time getting the clothes off, but Taehyung finds himself savoring every moment like a special memory, memorizing each of Jeongguk’s fingerprints as they mark the curve of his waist and the sound of his breathy moans each time their hips meet. He can feel Jeongguk’s size through his sweats, and it makes him dizzy from how much he needs this.
They move to the living room in a mess of limbs and crashing lips, scattering their shoes near the door alongside Jeongguk’s shirt because Taehyung can’t contain himself enough to wait. He needed to run his hands across Jeongguk’s broad shoulders and solid chest, something he’d been fantasizing about since their last hook up session in the cramped restroom of the plane. It’s everything he’d imagined and more, and Taehyung leans down to lick a stripe from his sternum up to his chin.
They trip over his grey carpet, placed randomly on the floor because he can’t decorate for shit, but Jeongguk steadies them from the fall and leans against the armrest, circling arms around Taehyung’s slim waist and pulling him close. Taehyung stumbles forward and wraps his arms around his neck, leaning down to press his lips against Jeongguk’s swollen ones.
“Let me undress you,” he whispers against Jeongguk’s mouth, tonguing at his bottom lip and feeling the corners lift as Jeongguk smiles.
“Not until you undress yourself,” he whispers back hotly against his ear, the warm breath tickling as he brushes lips across the earlobe.
Taehyung takes a few steps backwards, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it slowly off his shoulders, one by one, letting it fall at his feet in a pile. He can’t help but think that Jeongguk looks perfect sitting there with his mouth open slightly, watching his every move with such intensity it makes his heart threaten to stutter out of his chest. The flush that runs across his cheeks reassures him that Jeongguk wanted him just as much as Taehyung wanted Jeongguk.
Taehyung kicks the shirt off to the side, working at his belt next and the button of his slacks. He pulls the zipper down and slides the pants past his thighs seductively, Jeongguk’s eyes following him as if he were the one undressing him instead, before shimmying it off the rest of the way and stepping out of them completely in nothing but his black briefs.
“So pretty,” Jeongguk breathes, grabbing his wrist and pulling him close to press kisses against his abdomen, nuzzling his nose against the skin. “You’re so pretty.”
“Hey, it’s your turn,” Taehyung grins, moving his hands to the waistband of his sweats and tucking his thumbs in.
Jeongguk compliantly lifts his hips when Taehyung tugs impatiently, sliding the sweats down past his strong thighs and tossing them to the side to join the rest of their clothes. Taehyung moves for his briefs next, but Jeongguk stops him with a look that says not yet and instead grabs at his wrists, pulling him in until Taehyung is crawling back into Jeongguk’s lap, lifting his legs onto the armrest and spreading his knees wide on each side. The way Jeongguk takes this slow, so slow even in the heat of the moment, makes his heart flutter, but he forces it to the back of his mind and focuses on Jeongguk’s hands instead as they slide up his thighs to the curve of his ass.
His body hovers inches over Jeongguk’s as he grinds down against his hips, burying his nose in the soft dark head of hair that tickles his cheekbones much like the exhales that flutter across his collarbones each time Jeongguk grunts. Heat explodes in the pit of his stomach each time their hips crash, and he cries out loudly, the sound mixing with Jeongguk’s strangled moans.
He takes pride in the subtle dominance and control he has over Jeongguk now, much unlike situations outside of their sex escapades as he rolls down to meet Jeongguk’s upward thrusts. At any second, he could swivel his hips in just the right way to make Jeongguk come so hard his name spills at the top of his lungs.
But then, he thinks, he could also pull away just as easily and leave Jeongguk wanting more.
They pick up a steady rhythm on the armrest of the couch, just enough limited space for them to press close together intimately. The way Taehyung can feel their cocks slide against each other through the fabric of their briefs is bliss, and he sees stars explode behind his eyelids like fireworks. And although Jeongguk isn’t much of a screamer, Taehyung finds he enjoys the muttered encouragements when Taehyung does something especially pleasing, that’s good, baby, you’re so, so good.
Eventually Jeongguk stands, hoisting him up in the air with hands gripping his thighs to steady them.
“Where’s the bedroom,” he mumbles between kisses, nibbling at the corner of his mouth.
Taehyung waves a hand behind him in the general direction of the bedroom, keeping his lips attached to Jeongguk’s as their tongues tangle together wetly. He briefly hopes he’d directed them towards his bedroom and not his roommates because he knows Seokjin will never forgive him if he finds out he’d fucked someone in his bed, let alone laid in it naked.
But really, at this point, Taehyung can’t find himself caring even if they ended up fucking on the floor.
Taehyung smooths his hands down his shoulders and over Jeongguk’s biceps, flexed nicely from the weight of carrying Taehyung in his arms. He leans back and glances down, tightening his legs at the sight of the toned upper body, admiring each dip and curve of muscle beneath his milky skin.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Taehyung breathes, sucking a hickey just behind his ear. Jeongguk sighs against him.
“You make me want to take you right now against the wall,” Jeongguk says, hands tightening, self-restraint noticeable in the way his whole body tenses.
When they finally reach the bed, Jeongguk presses him back against the mattress, just as he’d imagined countlessly that afternoon, pulling back to scan his eyes down the length of his body and licking his lips. Taehyung sits up on his elbows, glancing down at his lower half. The damp spot that spreads at the front of his briefs is a little more than embarrassing, but Jeongguk seems to take interest, palming at the heat between his legs.
“Look how wet you’ve gotten,” Jeongguk groans, watching as Taehyung’s eyes fall shut as he palms him harder.
Taehyung presses down against Jeongguk’s hand, mouth falling open at how good it all feels. He opens his eyes halfway, enough to catch sight of the pre-come that starts leaking through Jeongguk’s briefs. much like his own.
“You too,” Taehyung breathes, curling his toes as he stares at Jeongguk’s crotch pointedly. He swallows thickly, mouth dry as his gaze locks on the growing dampness. “Can I… taste?”
The sound Jeongguk makes in response is low in his chest, guttural, and his eyes grow darker as they cloud with lust. Jeongguk pulls his hand back and sits on hind legs, watching as Taehyung moves on his knees in front of him.
When Taehyung finally gets Jeongguk’s briefs off, he wraps his fingers around the base of his cock with one hand and taps two of his fingers from the other at the tip, watching as the stickiness follows his digits when he pulls them away slowly. Taehyung brings his fingers to his mouth and looks up at Jeongguk, sucking in the digits and licking every bit of pre-come off until he can only taste the skin of his own fingers.
“Oh,” Jeongguk groans at the sight, smoothing Taehyung’s moistened bangs back enough to see his eyes fully. “Oh fuck.”
Taehyung pulls his fingers out and brings his lips to the head of his cock, tonguing the slit and swallowing down as much as he can before pulling back up and repeating the motion until he’s deepthroating Jeongguk’s length, the tip of his nose pressing against the fingers wrapped around the base as he bobs up and down. He sucks until Jeongguk starts fucking back into his mouth for more, just enough to barely get his gag reflex going, but Jeongguk notices his approaching orgasm and pushes gently at his shoulders. Taehyung complies and pulls off with an obscene pop, leaning up and pressing a kiss to Jeongguk’s lips.
“Lay back,” Jeongguk directs, hooking his thumbs into Taehyung’s briefs once his back meets the mattress and yanks them down slowly, the trapped erection finally springing free. Taehyung gasps as cold air hits him.
Jeongguk slides his palms up his shins and grips at his bent knees, spreading Taehyung’s legs wide to get a nice view of him just as he’d done back in the airplane a few weeks back. Taehyung is practically a sobbing mess from how much he wants this, from how much he needs Jeongguk against him. The way Jeongguk watches him writhe under his gaze, licking his lips hungrily, spreading him open so, so wide, makes him shift anxiously as his fingers find their way to Jeongguk’s hair, tugging firmly.
“Lube, condom- nightstand,” Taehyung says incoherently, releasing his hair. He needs Jeongguk, and he needs him now. “Right there to the left.” Jeongguk reaches over him to grab the supplies from the nightstand, sitting back and popping off the cap of the lube.
Taehyung easily takes two fingers, fucking down as they slide in and out of him deeply. He struggles not to come right then and there, clenching tight around his fingers and accepting them eagerly. The third has him whimpering, the tips of Jeongguk’s fingers brushing deep inside him until he’s crying out, “Now, Jeongguk. I need you now.”
When Jeongguk finally slides in all the way to the hilt, full and hot, tears begin to collect at the corners of his eyes at how good it feels each time the backs of his thighs slap against Jeongguk’s stuttered thrusts, each time Jeongguk buries deep within him. He reaches his hand down to where they’re connected, feeling with his own fingers the wet slide of their bodies where they meet. He can’t remember the last time he felt this turned on, and it makes it better that Jeongguk looks gorgeous moving above him, as if the gods had granted him all the miracles.
Jeongguk is gripping at his knees again, but instead of just spreading them apart like Taehyung is expecting, he pushes at the backs of his knees until he’s practically bent in half, his thrusts deeper at the new angle. Taehyung’s throat is already sore by the way Jeongguk’s name falls from his lips almost sinfully as he’s spread open wide, Jeongguk fucking him into the mattress so hard he brings his arms above his head to brace himself against the headboard.
Taehyung is the first to come, finally reaching the edge when Jeongguk’s hand finds it’s way to his leaking cock and jerks him off in time with his thrusts. It’s enough to send him overboard, and his entire body shakes when he reaches his orgasm, voice strangled from the intensity of it as his come coats their stomachs in white.
Even through the haze of his orgasm, Taehyung weakly fucks down to meet each of Jeongguk’s thrusts, clenching around his cock as Jeongguk’s rhythm becomes erratic.
“Do it,” Taehyung moans breathily, eyes half lidded as he sits up and looks Jeongguk straight on, sliding his hand to the back of his sweaty neck and barely touching their foreheads together. “Come for me, Jeongguk.”
At this, Jeongguk loses it and comes so hard his mouth falls open in a silent moan, gripping Taehyung’s knees so hard they’ll leave bruises in the morning. Taehyung rides him through his orgasm, rolling his hips down gently until Jeongguk’s hips jerk from the oversensitivity.
Taehyung huffs a breath of air as they fall back against the bed in a sweaty heap, catching their breaths and slowing their racing pulses. His ceiling looks as if it’s spinning, so he averts his gaze to the top of Jeongguk’s head nestled against his chest, wondering if he can hear his heart threatening to burst from its cage. The sound is loud in his ears, so loud he’s sure outer space can hear it, too.
Jeongguk lifts his head off his chest and pulls out slowly, peeling off the condom and tossing it in the trash bin near the nightstand. Taehyung groans when he slides out, nothing but emptiness filling him now. Jeongguk collapses beside him and throws an arm lazily over his hip as Taehyung turns towards him and watches his calm face and his long eyelashes, swollen lips like a bowl of fresh strawberries. After a few short moments, Jeongguk seems to notice him staring and presses his cheek deeper into the pillow.
“What?” he asks, not opening his eyes. His thumb rubs idly back and forth across Taehyung’s hipbone, gentle as if touching fine glass.
Taehyung opens his mouth as if to speak, a thousand words coming to mind faster than he can understand them himself, but he holds them all back, save for one.
“Nothing,” he responds casually instead, running fingers over Jeongguk’s lips. “It’s nothing.”
They lay like this for awhile, Taehyung watching Jeongguk drift in and out of sleep, Jeongguk holding Taehyung close with arms wrapped around his body. He wonders what it’s like, waking up to someone like Jeongguk with round eyes and a sharp jawline, making coffee for him to get the day started and feeling his body pressed against him from behind just as he’s about to leave for class. The thought brings butterflies to his stomach, and he knows he’s daydreaming too far, too far because he doesn’t even know if Jeongguk has siblings or where he lives. But he doesn’t want to stop. Not when Jeongguk is here, in the moment. The difference from not knowing is that he wants to find out.
The sound of Jeongguk’s alarm eventually rouses them from the bed - 6:30 p.m. because apparently Jeongguk takes naps randomly throughout the day and may never wake up without an alarm. Jeongguk helps Taehyung pull his shirt over his head, the wrong one, but no one seems to care, and Taehyung doesn’t mind keeping Jeongguk’s shirt. It hangs loose around his thinner frame, but it’s comfortable and smells faintly of his cologne.
Taehyung leads him to the door, leaning against the frame as Jeongguk steps past the threshold, noticeably hesitant. Jeongguk turns to face him, hands in his pocket.
“When do you go back to work?” He asks, tilting his head slightly and furrowing his brows.
Taehyung straightens up. He wasn’t expecting this.
“Um, well, I have two days off before I go back,” he replies.
Jeongguk shifts his weight, looking down at his feet before shooting his gaze back up with more confidence this time.
“Come grab lunch with me,” he suggests more than asks. “And dinner later, too.”
And although Jeongguk’s smile is small and subtle, maybe even barely there, he fidgets nervously outside his door. But Taehyung, well, Taehyung thinks he couldn’t be more glad because right now, his words make him happier than any smile could.
“Yeah, okay,” he says. “I’d like that.”