on a Tuesday (for me) because I’m flying tomorrow!💗
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“How’s the sex?”
Taehyung asks then, when he’s finally tipsy enough to bring up the subject. He’s slumped over their dining table, Hoseok chilling in the chair next to him.
A regular student night at their place.
“With.. Si-hun?”
He asks, almost forgot his name for a second.
“Who else?”
..
Right. Jimin clears his throat.
“It’s uh..”
Nonexistent.
“You know.” He shrugs. “Great.”
“Your enthusiasm is thralling.” Hoseok snickers. “Is he that bad?”
“No it’s all fine, it’s— you know.”
“It sure sounded like you had a good time a few weeks ago. Heard the bed creaking the entire night andmorning before I left.”
Taehyung says, takes a swing of his beer.
Shit.
So he was home..
And that was Jeongguk he heard him with.
Heat rushes to his cheeks, and he quickly takes a sip too, just hums.
He’s been trying to forget that night so hard, but the mention of it takes him back to the bedroom, Jeongguk on his back for him, pretty chest under his hands and mouth, that hole around his tongue..
His dick twitches instantly, and he moves his hand down under the table, adjusts himself.
“That— yeah— sorry about that.”
He can’t really say that wasn’t Si-hun.
“I don’t think you are. You two fucked like rabbits.”
Fuck.
Taehyung just gives him that long stare, and all he can really say is “sorry” once again.
“It’s okay, I’m glad you two are at least finally getting somewhere.”
“I know right?” Hoseok agrees. “Thought it wouldn’t last.”
Yeah..
He looks down at the table, cheeks glowing. The amount of beers he had doesn’t really help his fantasies to stay where they are. He’s been avoiding the topic of sex all night for this exact reason.
Taehyung and Hoseok flow into another conversation but he’s stuck in the memory of that night, when they fucked like rabbits, as Taehyung so eloquently put.
“I’m going up— going to bed, have to get up early.”
He excuses himself a few minutes later, neither Hoseok or Taehyung even think of it as weird, just give him a small wave.
It’s just— he’s hard.
Has to pull his shirt down as he sneaks away to his room, groans as soon as he closes the door behind him.
How pathetic is this? Dick hard because of the mention of sex. What is he? A teenager?
He sighs, leans his head back against his door, but in the corner of his eye he catches a familiar jersey, folded neatly, lying there on his desk. Unwashed.
His mouth waters.
But no, he can’t.
He can’t be that pathetic over a homophobic asshole.
However.. there is a fleshlight somewhere in his drawer, with a rim.. if he just—
No.
No, just watch porn. Watch porn, get off, and sleep. Like always.
He wants to move to his bed but his body just automatically takes him to the desk, until that jersey is right there, luring him in.
God.. fuck.
One night won’t hurt