Taehyung3

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Taehyung had already emptied the plate of buns down to the last crumb. His gaze slid from the empty dishes to Jungkook, who was washing pans at the sink, his back tense, his T-shirt clinging to his shoulder blades. Taehyung's hunger, sharp and sudden, shifted from dessert to the pastry chef.

"Jungkook-ah," Taehyung's voice was low. He stood up and stood behind the younger man, not touching him. "Your buns were divine. But now I want something... completely yours."

His breath brushed against Jungkook's bare neck, causing him to freeze. Jungkook's hands paused in the water. He felt Taehyung's warmth radiating through the thin fabric, filling the space between them.

"Hyung?" Jungkook's voice was trembling, but not fearful. He knew this game.

Taehyung ran his finger along the sweat-soaked strip of skin above the waistband of Jungkook's jeans. The skin beneath his fingers felt hot and firm.

"You worked so hard, kneading the dough," Taehyung continued, his lips almost touching Jungkook's ear. "Your whole body must be aching. Let me… appreciate your hard work."

He slowly, giving Jungkook time to pull away, wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing his palms to his lower abdomen. Jungkook inhaled sharply, his fingers gripping the edge of the sink, his knuckles white. He leaned his head back against Taehyung's shoulder, and that was all the answer the elder needed.

Taehyung smiled, his teeth flashing in the dim light of the kitchen. He began to move his hips, barely touching, mimicking a rhythm that took Jungkook's breath away.

“Now I want your buns, Kookie…” Taehyung whispered.