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“I got us matching fursuits.”
“Hm.”
“I told my mom about the time you got super drunk and nearly sent her our sex tape.”
“Mmph.”
“I took a shit on the hood of your car in front of the neighbours.
“Ah.”
“Overwatch fucking sucks.”
“Well, first of all, no it doesn’t,” Jungkook didn’t bother looking away from the screen in front of him, “Second of all, I’m playing Fortnite, babe.”
“Oh,” his boyfriend huffed in reply, “As soon as I bring up your precious games you finally pay attention, huh?”
“No,” he sighed, “I was listening the whole time. I just don’t care.”
“You wouldn’t care if I told my mom you almost sent her a video of me cumming on your face?”
“It’s not like she likes me in the first place.”
“That’s a good point,” Tae said, flopping down on the couch beside him and placing a hand on his knee. “Maybe we can make another? Switch things up a little, you can film me.”
His hand slid up his thigh and though he made no attempt to shake it off, he didn’t pay it much mind either. “Dude, I’m ranked like number 5 right now. I bet I can get to first place-“
“You’re not even the tiniest bit hard,” Tae whined. “You don’t care about me anymore.”
“Of course I care about you, Taehyung, don’t be stupid.”
“You’re being mean.”
He had a good point. Jungkook exhaled, closed his eyes, though for no more than a fraction of a second (he was still playing the game), “Just…. give me a minute, alright? Let me finish this up.”
“You keep saying that.”
This was also true.
“Can you pay attention to me for once?”
“Tae, this game just came out,” he tried to soothe, “I’m just a little obsessed right now, but I’ll get over it soon and it’ll be okay.”
“When you aren’t playing this, you’re playing fucking Overwatch. When was the last time you took me out on a date?”
“I just did. Like right after Yoongi’s birthday.”
“That was like, three weeks ago!” he threw his arms up, knocking the remote out of Jungkook’s hand.
“Okay,” he sighed, trying his best not to lose his temper. The game, this round at least, was a lost cause. He might as well listen to Taehyung, make him happy before they had a real problem.
Because Jungkook did love him. He really did, to this there were no objections. He was just a one track mind kind of guy. “Okay, babe. You wanna go out tonight? For a movie or something?”
“Yes,” he said quickly. And Jungkook felt guilty. Had he really neglected him that bad? That at the offer of taking him out, Tae didn’t even tease him? Pretend to stop and consider?
“Okay,” he picked the remote back up off the ground and shut off the TV. Fuck it. “What do you wanna watch, let’s go on Rotten Tomatoes.”
Which found them pulling up to the cinema a couple hours later, Jungkook showered and smelling decent for the first time since Thursday night as a very excited Tae swung their hands rather violently in front of their faces.
“See?” he said, visibly much happier than before, “Taking me on a date is certainly not the end of the world.”
“I never said it was,” he defended, pulling his away to wrap it around Tae’s waist and kiss his cheek, “I’ve just been distracted.”
“Neglectful,” the elder corrected, though there wasn’t a hint of bitterness in his voice.
Jungkook didn’t do much to deny this, just muttered a short, “I’m sorry,” in his direction.
And now that he was here, out of the house and away from his wretched (Tae and his family’s words, not his) Xbox, he really meant it. Taehyung was so pretty, so fun and laid back and easy to please. Which meant that for him to feel that bad Jungkook really must have been slacking off.
But he was glowing now, especially in the setting sun, light catching the natural highlight of his cheekbones so perfectly that Jungkook couldn’t help but blurt, “I love you.”
“You’re really a whole different person when you’re not plugged into that thing,” Tae leaned into him, “I love you, too, bunny. This version of you. Not the gamer virgin bitch-“
“Okay the middle part of that statement isn’t even true.”
Once they’d reached the lobby, Tae smiled, said, “Why don't I buy us snacks this time?”
Jungkook, driven by the fact he’d skipped lunch, ignored the glint in his eye. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” he giggled, “Consider this an incentive to take me out more often.”
He hummed, swiped the wallet, and kissed his forehead, “Go find us seats, then, baby. What do you want?”
“Largest popcorn and drink they got.”
It didn’t take long for Tae to grow distracted. It never did in any situation for a matter of fact, so it was no surprise to Jungkook when about 40 minutes into the movie, his hand began to sneak its way up his leg once more.
And Jungkook, now that he wasn’t competing for anything but Tae’s approval, was extra receptive, this time moaning around the straw of his drink in thanks.
“Oh so now we want it, do we?” he whispered, hot breath fanning over Jungkook’s neck.
He shivered, “Mmhmm.”
He leaned back and the younger tried not to huff in annoyance.
Not that Tae didn’t notice, “Irritating, isn’t it? Not getting the attention you want.”
“Can we not do this right now?” he sighed, “It’s pretty clear to me that I fucked up. We can talk when we get home.”
“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?”
Jungkook gulped.
“I could just, like, teach you a lesson. Save us both the effort, make sure you know your place, or whatever.”
He said it so casually, but if Jungkook had learnt anything from knowing him for four years and fucking him for a solid three, it was that it would be anything but.
That being said, he liked it. He really, really liked it, because Tae was especially unpredictable when he was pissed, and if he was good at anything, it was channeling the undeniably large amount of creativity he held in that pretty head of his into making sure Jungkook got what he deserved.
“Whaddaya say, bunny?” he bit the silver ring hanging from Jungkook’s ear and tugged, forcing him to purse his lips to keep another moan from escaping him.
It wasn’t like the hall was particularly full, but it wasn’t empty, either, littered with a few scattered groups of twos and threes.
“Oh come on,” he urged, hand coming to rest directly on the ever-growing bulge in his pants. “We’re the last row, baby, have it all to ourselves, don’t you wanna have some fun? Or would you rather come to the same conclusion over some boring conversation back home?”
His voice had finally taken on that predatory lilt, the one Jungkook couldn’t deny for the life of him.
“O-okay.”
“Good boy,” he hummed, moving his hand to envelop Jungkook’s and place it over his own crotch. “Gonna get hyungie off?”
“Yeah,” he breathed, beginning to palm through his sweats. He was already hard, Jungkook’s thumb catching the dampness seeping through the softer fabric when it skimmed the tip.
It was Tae’s turn to moan, and like always, he was nowhere near quiet. “Touch me.”
So Jungkook’s fingers slithered past his waistband to wrap around his length.
He hissed. “Take it out.”
“Tae, I-“
He cocked an eyebrow, “Tae?”
“Hyung,” he corrected himself, “Hyung, what if someone walks in, they’ll see us straight away.”
This he ignored, shimmying them down himself as if he were somehow above the law, “How you doing on that soda?”
Wait a second. Tae hadn’t taken a single sip. No, he’d snatched the popcorn and left Jungkook to work at it absently for the past hour. Meaning he’d consumed almost an entire litre of Cola.
“That’s the extra large one, right?” he asked in a way that was very undeniably malicious. He leaned over and picked it up, listening to the ice rattle at the bottom, “Thirsty, I see.”
He gulped, cock twitching in anticipation. They’d had sex in public, yeah, and they’d experimented with piss, too, but never both at the same time. It was pretty risky, especially for someone like Jungkook who had remarkably low bladder control. But the danger of it drew him in, proved itself enough of a reason to ignore the multiple sirens going off in his head. “I- Yeah. Yeah, I was.”
“You’re not gonna leave hyungie to go piss, are you?”
It was a test, or more like an out, if Jungkook needed one. He shook his head.
“Good,” he guided him to resume pumping, a little faster this time. “Ah, shit, good boy.”
Jungkook’s lashes fluttered at the praise, movie forgotten in lieu of watching the way Tae’s mouth had dropped open and his eyes had rolled into the back of his head.
“F-finish the soda,” he groaned, not bothering to return his gaze, but instead move his hand back over to fiddle with the button of his jeans, “A-and these… open, I wanna...”
Jungkook didn’t say anything, instead slurping down the last of the drink in one large gulp before doing as he was told.
It was unbeatable, the oddly arousing rush of adrenaline that came from the fear of getting caught, from the sharpening ache in his bladder.
His thoughts were cut off when Tae’s skin came into contact with his own, hips kicking in excitement.
To which his eyes reopened and he sniggered, “Wanted hyung to touch you that bad, huh?”
Jungkook didn’t bother to do more than grunt in agreement.
“See that couple over there?” he pointed about three rows down, “The guy’s wearing a hat.”
“Y-yeah?” His hand had started moving in sync with Jungkook’s, making it even harder to concentrate than before.
“I want them to hear you moan next time.”
He whimpered, heat creeping up his neck to his cheeks.
“Oh, baby,” he cooed unsympathetically, “You’ve been bad, don’t you remember? Been a bad boyfriend to hyungie. Have you not?”
“Yes, but-“
“You say no and I make you get on your knees in front of me and suck me off right here. Everyone will notice then, won’t they?”
“Y-yes, hyung.”
“Which would you prefer, bunny? I can’t just let you ignore me and get away with it, can I?”
He started to make another noise of protest, but his cock betrayed him, throbbing in Tae’s hand at the idea of what he was about to do.
“Why are you making such a fuss, huh? Little dick’s telling me you want this real bad,” he tightened his grip around him, “Tell the truth. You want everyone to know, don’t you? Know how slutty you are?”
“Yes, hyung,” he moaned, this time loud enough for the couple to shift in their seats and look at one another in confusion.
And Jungkook’s entire body literally jerked at the reaction, hand flying to his mouth to muffle another noise.
“God, you loved that,” Tae mocked, bucking lightly up into his fist. He’d always been ready to admit he got off on it himself, possibly even more than Jungkook. There was something about watching the way he squirmed in shame, he had explained after a group of joggers had run into them in the park, about being able to see the guilt and conflict and tears clear on his face that was so… what was the word he’d used? Adorable. Apparently, he found it adorable. The younger man still wasn’t sure if he understood exactly what this meant.
But he wasn’t complaining. He was in the same boat, couldn’t deny that the paranoid tingling in the back of his neck, the hammering of his heart and the pleasant pain that came from the tightening of his chest were all to hot. Too good to resist, made risking it all feel okay. Especially if it was Taehyung who was helping him along.
“Kiss me,” he rasped, and who was Jungkook to deny him, using one hand to pull him in while the other sped up around his cock.
It was sloppy, wet and so full of tongue that it became clear immediately that he was close, so close in fact that as soon as Jungkook thought it, Tae pulled away to gasp, “Mouth.”
He dipped down just in time to welcome the warmth onto his tongue, ignoring the bitter taste to hold in until he was told to swallow.
“Show me.”
He did and Tae ran his hand through his own hair, sighing, “Go ahead, baby.”
Jungkook did, but now that Tae had taken his hand off his cock and he himself had nothing to divert his attention to, the pain in his bladder was unavoidable.
“How ya doing over there?” He didn’t wait for an answer, placing his palm right above the upturned head of Jungkook’s cock and pressing.
Naturally he jolted, whined in panic at the trickle threatening to make its way out of him.
“One to ten?”
“Uh,” his head was beginning to spin, “Uh, I think an eight, maybe?”
“An eight, huh?” he didn’t need to look at Tae to imagine the smugness on his face. “The ice must have melted by now. Maybe you should try and drink it.”
Jungkook didn’t think, he just did, by this point too caught up in his own arousal to deny the fact he wanted this. He wanted everyone to know and he wanted to piss and he wanted it all to hurt, both inside and out.
“So obedient,” he reached to play with his ear before snaking his fingers down the column of his neck. Jungkook squeezed his thighs together and shuddered.
Before he could process what had happened, the elder had planted himself in his lap to lean back against him. Against his god fucking bladder that suddenly ached something awful, and he had no doubt it would only worsen, what with the extra few sips he’d so stupidly gulped down.
But he was just so torn, not only by his own inexplicable need to be humiliated, but by the way Tae was grinding against his cock, the head of it still exposed and in direct contact with the ticklish material of his sweatpants.
His hands found his waist to grip, and Tae leaned even further back, “You piss here, you don’t get to cum tonight, got it?”
He nodded before he realised the other couldn’t see him and managed a laboured, “Yes, hyung.”
“Be a good boy,” he began to rock back and forth, each push putting an agonising pressure on his belly. It was addicting, the combination of it, distinct in its own way to the feeling of being bitten or having his hair yanked like he was used to.
It was so hard not to cry out, but he had to try, couldn’t get caught (even if he kinda wished they would), had to enjoy this for as long as possible because he’d never felt this way before and fuck, the last thing he wanted was for it to end.
Taehyung was so warm in his lap, cologne itself nearly enough to overtake his senses, and his soft encouragement for Jungkook to hold on for him, to prove that he could be a good boy was heavenly, something out of a fantasy he hadn’t even known he’d had.
Which is why he didn’t realise why exactly a sigh had escaped his throat and a very small sense of relief had overtaken him until Tae cursed and stumbled onto his feet.
“Wha-,” his eyes fluttered open and only then did he feel the uncomfortable wetness on the hem of his shirt and the waistband of his jeans. For a second he thought that maybe he’d cum, but his cock still hurt and soon the smell of urine began to fill his nostrils.
Fuck. Oh god, what had he done?
Tae just blinked down at him, eyes turning slowly along with his own to the sizeable wet patch on his front.
He whipped around for something, anything to cover himself up, but the stupid fucking weather had been so pleasant this week, so uncharacteristically balmy for late-March that he had ditched his staple hoodie.
He looked to Tae in desperation.
Who just said “Colour?” not a hint of emotion on his face.
Jungkook clenched his jaw. He didn’t know what to do, was so close to cumming and just so deliciously embarrassed by the whole ordeal that his mind was urging him to go through with it, continue to submit to Taehyung’s liking. But was it too much, his admittedly small voice of reason argued, had they gone too far?
It only took him a moment to realise he couldn’t be fucked. “Green.”
When they made eye contact again, the elder was so excited it was scary, eyes manic and mouth twisted into a wicked grin. Voice dripping with faux disappointment, he said, “I thought I told you that if you wanted to be a good boy for hyung, you’d hold it, huh?”
“S-Sorry,” he stuttered, eyes level with the growing bulge in his pants.
“What if I made you go up there and show everyone, huh?” he took a step forward, tongue darting out to wet his lips, “Make you let it all go in front of the whole theatre. They’d see how hard you were, too, wouldn’t they? Maybe you’d even cum, know how much sluts like you like being watched.”
Jungkook whimpered, torn between clenching in an attempt to hold it in and bucking up to garner more friction where he so desperately needed it.
He grabbed his jacket to tie around his waist before turning back to him, “Come on, hyung’s gonna walk you to the bathroom nice and slow, just to make sure everyone sees how messy of a baby you are. Couldn’t even hold it long enough to last the movie.”
He allowed Jungkook to stuff himself back in and zip up, watching the way his lip curled in displeasure at the now cold denim before pulling him up and interlocking fingers. “You’re gonna walk with me,” he reiterated, “In line with me, nice and slow. Think you can hold it?”
Jungkook wasn’t all too sure, but the better he was to Taehyung, the sweeter his chances were that he’d cave and let him finish. So he nodded, “Yes, hyung.”
He could tell people were suspicious, probably didn’t know exactly what they were up to, but must have noticed the red in his face, the way his lip was trembling, and if they really stared, his hard-on.
Or no, there was no way they couldn’t have noticed it, highlighted by the wet patch in the very same area.
And, well, the pace they were walking at may have raised some questions, too.
Jungkook made a resolution never to return to this particular movie theatre again.
Once the bathroom door finally closed behind him, he broke into a round of sobs, stumbling to the urinals and yanking his pants down right in the nick of time to let go without further soiling his clothes.
Of course, Tae was right behind him in seconds chuckling oh so sadistically at the way he moaned in relief.
And arousal, the feeling of his hands slipping his shirt up to feel their way up to his nipples too sweet to ignore.
Jungkook faltered when he reached them, piss spraying sideways against the wall.
He tsked in his ear, “So messy, aren’t you? Bet everyone knew, don’t you? And if not, well they certainly can hear us in here.”
Jungkook was too far gone, too out of it to tell whether Tae was still teasing him or was actually being genuine, but in that moment, he didn’t care, ignoring him to crane his neck out for a kiss.
Much to his luck, Tae indulged him, licking the tears off his cheeks before slipping his tongue right into his mouth.
It was only when he was done that he twisted around in his grip, kissed him all the way into one of the empty stalls and let himself be thrown up against the door.
He always did recover quick, something that was further confirmed when he heard Tae drop his pants and mutter something about getting on his knees.
When Jungkook pulled away, he tried to remind him just how painfully hard he was, especially now that the need to piss had been relieved and he was left only with heady arousal.
But the elder cut him off, “This is punishment, baby, don’t you remember? Said you weren’t allowed to cum if you peed on me. And you did.”
His eyes welled with tears once more and he slumped against the wall in shame and frustration, the weight of his actions suddenly hitting him.
“I’m sorry,” he blubbered, accepting his fate and dropping down to reach for his cock.
“Hey,” Tae grabbed it and squeezed, “are you alright, Jungkook?”
He sniffled up at him, “Y-yeah.”
“Are you sure? What’s your colour?”
“Green,” he assured, free hand reaching out to pat his hip weakly, “I’m overwhelmed and embarrassed, yeah. But fuck, Tae I really like it. God, I shouldn’t like it this much, I-“
“Shhhhh,” he ran his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, “it’s okay. It’ll be okay, you’re doing so amazing for me, baby, so impressive.”
“Yeah?”
“Absolutely, bun, took the punishment so well, didn’t you?”
“I did it for you,” he hiccuped, “Love you.”
“I love you, too,” he assured him, “Don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna okay? Will you tell me if that happens?”
“Yes.”
“Do you promise?”
“I do.”
Tae could be so kind, so good to him and though it was startling to Jungkook’s tired mind, the sudden switch only egged him on. He had always responded to tenderness much better, and though he undeniably liked both, there was something about the way Tae touched him nice and gentle, the way his voice soothed him that drove him that much harder to be good.
“So do you wanna-“
“Fuck my mouth,” he pulled his hand out of Tae’s grip to wrap it around and squeeze, eyeing the bead of precum gathering on his tip.
There was endearment and pity in Tae’s eyes and suddenly he understood what the other had meant when he’d called him adorable. It was the only time he really allowed himself to show weakness and shed that stoic, unbothered image he was so fixed on creating for himself. In other words, he felt more like himself right now, red eyed and begging for cock, than he ever did and the other seemed to love it.
Tae bit back a smile, grip not leaving his hair when he put him in his mouth. Nor did it when he began to buck his hips, this time in a way that was near gentle, allowing Jungkook not only to feel the drag down his throat, but appreciate his size.
Because when he fucked his mouth fast and hard like he usually did, it was bound to hurt, meaning Jungkook had confused the pain of being jostled and manhandled with that of Tae stretching his jaw so wide that it made it impossible to think straight.
Hell, he already couldn’t think straight. Which was probably why he came in his pants not soon after, nails digging painfully into his hips as he tried to come to terms with what was going on, the sudden switch in the others demeanour and the fact that they had been in the bathroom alone for far too long not to raise any red flags.
He tensed in surprise when he did, but let himself enjoy it nonetheless, urged on by the others unfaltering rhythm, regardless of the fact he could tell what he was doing.
And he didn’t even seem mad, much to Jungkook’s relief, instead stared down at him in wonder, watching his face screw in pleasure in a way that was almost paternal.
“Good boy,” he soothed once Jungkook had come down, “Jungkookie’s been such a perfect boy for hyungie, earned it, hasn’t he?”
Jungkook moaned around him, fucked out, but not enough not to love the weight on his tongue.
“God,” Tae was finally beginning to slip, eyes now focused on the two stains on the others pants, “Got so r-riled up for me today, didn’t you, baby? Liked it so much?”
He hummed again, shuffling closer and allowing himself to run his hands up and down his smooth skin for comfort.
Taehyung laughed and it was so full of love that Jungkook almost started crying for the third time that night, trying his best to move his exhausted neck to match his thrusts, keep being good, keep Tae in this state of what appeared to be pure bliss.
“Don’ worry, baby, hyungie’s s-so close. So fuckin’ close, baby, look so pretty for me, been the best bo-y in the world, I- fuck.”
And he was finishing down Jungkook’s throat before pulling out and letting the remainder of it spurt out against his lips and cheeks.
They remained like that for a while, Jungkook wasn’t sure exactly how long, both boys watching the other slowly regain their bearings, come down to the best of their ability to leave the theatre with as few obstacles as they could manage.
“Everything okay?” Tae choked eventually, hand reaching to pull him up off the ground.
Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, “I can’t believe that just happened.”
“It was pretty intense,” Tae admitted, “I didn’t really… okay I expected something like this, but we really…”
“You didn’t plan this?” he cocked an eyebrow in confusion.
“I planned the beginning, and then what happened in the hall- and I just… I don’t know. Sorry.”
“Why are you apologising?” he pushed him, though he was too weak to make much of an impact. “You asked about the colours and stuff.”
“It got kinda out of hand…” he trailed off, “This was supposed to solve stuff and I don’t know… it didn’t make it messier, right?”
“Messier,” Jungkook laughed, motioning down at himself. But then, “No, Tae, it didn’t. It was. I mean, I’ve never cum untouched before, so.”
“Huh. I guess you haven’t.”
“We’ll figure out the Xbox stuff when we get home,” he yawned, cracking his neck. “Or tomorrow, I need to go to bed.”
“Not before you shower.”
“No shit, dude.”
The lady at the concession stand looked very unsure as to whether she wanted to create some sort of issue, Jungkook could tell, so they sped up when they passed her, avoiding the eyes of everyone they crossed, hands interlocked for support.
Somehow, Jungkook’s spent cock found it in itself to twitch at the fact that they knew, that they could have even heard them, knew Jungkook liked to be called a good boy.
“We should do this again,” he said once they pulled out of the lot, “But I’ll try not to piss on you next time.”
Tae didn’t look at him, just laid a hand on his leg and shrugged, “‘S really not the end of the world, babe.”