Hello I have risen from the dead.
again. First Tuesday Nights and now this lol
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"Hyung." The small boy whimpered.

Taehyung had never seen Jeongguk like this.

He'd never seen the deep, rosy blush that flooded his once pale cheeks, eyes hooded and heavy, irises drunk with desire, a sheen of sweat stuck his soft ebony hair to his forehead, thin lips wet, glistening with arousal. His eyes showed how foreign this was to him, how new he was to it all, they were lust filled, intoxicated and watering with need. His tiny fists gripped Taehyung's shirt, refusing to let go.

Fuck.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

He looked so fragile and dainty in his lap, his frame so small against his own, it fit so well. Taehyung's breath hitched in his throat as he placed a hand on his hip. Jesus. He wasn't supposed to be thinking of his best friend this way.

Abruptly, Taehyung reached around his thin, arched waist to turn off the video.

It was a harmless joke really, he didn't think that Jeongguk would be so bothered by it; would be so... wrecked.

Taehyung should have known, he was far too innocent for this, he always had been and he always would have been. He didn't quite know how to explain to him that this was barely scraping the surface. He'd picked lesbian dominatrix for a reason, he was going to ease him in but he'd made the mistake of believing he could handle it. He obviously couldn't. The older didn't think he'd watch that far in either, he thought that he'd stop somewhere in the middle, that he'd shut the laptop before they even began making out but he'd stayed still though half of the entire video.

Taehyung couldn't quite believe it.

But right now, the had a bigger problem.

The older gulped at the sight of Jeongguk, how innocent and naive he looked before him, how much Taehyung had managed to undo him in less than a half hour. It was ridiculous, what he'd done was unacceptable and he shouldn't have done it and regret flooded his thoughts.

Jeongguk was hard.

This had to stop, really, it wouldn't be good for either of them if anything happened between them. He wasn't going to risk his fucking friendship for something stupid that he'd initiated so suddenly. Lord, what was he even thinking, doing such a thing in the first place? He'd corrupted his best friend.

"Hy-hyungie." Jeongguk mumbled, grip tighter than ever now. His hard on poked Taehyung's inner thigh and he had no clue where this would end but fuck, Jeongguk looked so needy and desperate in that moment.

"Ggukie, um- you should probably..." his gaze trailed down to Jeongguk's erection and then spotted something else along the way.

His own.

Shit.

"You should- you should take care of that." He replied shakily. Since when did Taehyung ever stutter? Was he nervous? Why on earth would he be nervous, girls begged him to fuck them everyday, he never faltered, he could have whoever he wanted. Anyone who was willing and wanted him. Of course, he'd reject most of them but Jeongguk... Jeongguk was a different story. He was his best friend. Off bounds, completely prohibited territory.

Yet here the younger was, straddling his waist with those gloriously thick thighs of his, his crotch pressed up tight against his abdomen, his soft, pale, baby pink pajama bottoms only turned Taehyung on even more.

Lord, he needed to stop.

Right now.

Ever so gently, he pushed Jeongguk off his lap, trying not to pay too much attention the way his friend's face fell, crestfallen.
It was for the best, he couldn't touch him, it'd simply be wrong, so, so wrong-

"Please, hyung?" Jeongguk sniffed, his hooded, doe eyes twinkling with hope. A tiny pout restedbon his thin lips that had Taehyung so, so conflicted. He couldn't exactly leave him.. but then again, he couldn't do anything to him. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he did.

He suddenly hated himself for doing such a thing. He wanted to apologize profusely and tell him that he was perfect the way he was and that he didn't need to watch anything to prove to anyone that he was a man because Jeongguk was just Jeongguk. Pure, bright, pretty, beautiful in every shape and form. He was being toxic but maybe that was because he wanted him to notice him more, he barley payed attention to him, barely took him seriously. He really wanted his best friend, as forbidden as that all was. He wanted him to look at him with that need, to crave him in the way he did.

He knew it would never happen.

At least, not until now.

It frightened him.

"Ggukie-"

"What do I do, I-I'ts hurting." Jesus he looked so precious, gripping the sheets like that, he'd never get tired of the glistening galaxies in his eyes, his red bitten lips, ever inch of him was crafted perfection.

How could he tell him to touch himself? He wouldn't want to, he wouldn't know how, bless. It was such a strange situation, Taehyung could never have imagined it.

Taehyung sat up from the headboard, slowly shuffling towards the smaller boy, Jeongguk squirming with discomfort.

Ever so carefully, he brought up a palm to cup his small face in his hands, thumb caressing his soft cheek.

"Hey, Gguk," Taehyung breathed. What was he doing? He had no clue, he was just trying to help his friend out. "I'm gonna go outside okay-"

"I don't want y-you to go" he stuttered, a tiny pout on his lips.

"I know, I know but I can't be here when you do what I'm about to tell you to do okay?" He whispered softly, the pad of his thumb grazed the younger's bitten bottom lip. Taehyung wanted nothing more than to lean forward and capture his lip between his teeth, to place his mouth on his own and grip his neck and kiss him deeply, wanted nothing more than to shove his tongue down his throat and hear him groan beneath him.

But he couldn't.

"What are you going to tell me to do?" Jeongguk breathed, his ebony eyes flickering with fazed curiousity, sexual frustration waltzing in his pretty irises.

Unless he wanted blue balls, he was going to have to listen to him one way or another, and besides, Taehyung wasn't directly doing anything to him, sure he was twisting the rules but it was for Jeongguk's own benefit, not his.

"I'm going to ask you to touch yourself, okay?" The older traced his thumb over his top lip now, staring deep into his soft eyes. "Can you do that for me, kitten?" He asked lowly, voice nothing but a dull, monotonous growl.

"I-I can't do it properly, n-need you to help-" he was practically begging, Jesus where was this Jeongguk even from? He was so new, nothing Taehyung could ever have foreseen.

"No." He said, emotionless.

"Please hyung?" He whined gently, squirming in his grip. Taehyung only tightened it.

"I want you to take your pants off for me, yeah?" His hummed, watching as the younger's eyes widened.

"Uh-okay." His voice was nothing but a stutter, so cute and soft. Taehyung wanted to kiss his cute, button nose.

"And then I want you to spread your legs. Can you do that for me, Ggukie?" What on earth was Taehyung even saying anymore? What was he teaching him? Bad things but Jeongguk looked like he wanted it, in fact, he was desperate for it. It was so obvious.

"Y-yes hyung."

"Then I want you to do it, kitten." Taehyung whispered softly. Jeongguk was so precious.

"Okay." Jeongguk bit his lip as he agreed, relaxing a bit as Taehyung removed his hands and let them fall to his sides.

He took one last, long look at the younger and slid off the bed, walking towards the door. Hand on the doornob, he paused. Was Jeongguk actually going to do this? Fuck.

Taehyung walked out of the door, closing it gently behind him.

What was going on, what was he even thinking? Just the mere thought of Jeongguk sliding his clothes off of his soft, pale, unmarked skin stirred something in the pit of his stomach. This was plain wrong, tomorrow he'd wake up and want to kick himself for doing this to him. But why wasn't he stopping?

Because he too was hard beyond compare.

The feeling of his cock straining against his skinny jeans and the thought of Jeongguk touching himself inside was enough to make him throw his head back and let out a deep guttural moan. Fingers wandering down his navel, he shoved up his shirt to undo the buckle of his belt, then fumbled for his zipper, and finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his hand slid it's way beneath the waistline of his boxers to free his throbbing length.

Oh god, he was so gone.

He wrapped his hand around it, enclosing it between his fingers, the pad of his thump caressing the tip, it was a deep pink colour, twitching from being restrained for so long, he jerked his hand up slowly, watching as it shrunk and grew in his hand, pumping it and feeling the pleasure rock through his lower region. He imagined Jeongguk, so innocent and oblivious, sat inside doing the exact same thing, how much smaller his hand would be, how small it would be if he were to touch Taehyung's own. Rest assured, he'd shiver from the pleasure. 

His doe eyes, his pretty lips, blushing cheeks and small bunny smile, every inch of him, he craved, wanted, needed. It wasn't like he was allowed him, he never would be. It angered him so fucking much. He pumped his cock faster in his hand, bracing a hand on the wall for support. He was so wrecked, so, so wrecked because of him.

Just when he was about to pump even harder, his heart stopped. Listening for a few long moments.

Everything in his head went silent.

Except for that sound.

That one sound that he heard.

It came again.

Taehyung choked on a moan, abruptly pulling up his pants with his clammy hands. He was hearing things. He had to be- Jeongguk wasn't-

"Tae-Taehyungh-"

Fuck. There it was again.

Jeongguk was moaning his name.

He'd heard it loud and clear this time, he was so fucking sure of it. It was him, his voice, ever so soft and high-pitched.

Jeongguk moaning.

Jeongguk moaning his name.

He never thought he'd see the day.

"Tae-Tae." He sounded like he wanted him there. Why, the older had made it clear that he was staying outside. But the desperation in his voice was new. Nothing like he'd ever heard before.

Taehyung exhaled a shaky breath and braced his hand on the doorknob.

What was he doing in there-?

He tentatively opened it and pushed it till it stood slightly ajar, enough that he could peek through. Just to check up on him.

His jaw fell slack.

Jeongguk was sat on the bed, his pajama pants discarded on the floor, legs spread wide, thick thighs on view, remarkable tan skin, a tiny waist that was on display. Taehyung stood still as his gaze wandered down, down down till he saw everything. A wet finger was hooked in his mouth whilst his other small hand was clutching the head of his cock. But he wasn't moving it or anything. Nothing.

He just held it.

Taehyung dragged his stare away to look at his face. Flushed, red, hot, the look in his eye was different, Taehyung had never seen it before. There he was, yearning. Saliva dripped from the corner of his pretty mouth, his dark hair framing his cute face, the frustration there so evident.

When Jeongguk caught his eye, Taehyung nearly collapsed.

"Help, hyung."

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This plot is so fucking sTupiD  it makes no sense I'm cryingggg

Ah well ;)

(Also this might be a little longer than I expected the story to initially be.