He contemplated sticking a couple of his fingers in that mouth, but he settled for a sucker (he always had them in his pockets, on standby).
“Would use my fingers, but I still wanna touch you,” he purred, sticking the sucker in his mouth after he unwrapped it. “Be a good boy —
He made the tiniest sound as he felt Jungkook's touch. He was so weak for this man.
He was trying really hard to be quiet. He didn't necessarily want everyone to know what was happening. But to answer Jungkook's question, Taehyung simply opened his mouth.
Jungkook snuck his hands into Taehyung’s shirt and teased at his skin as he began to gently rut against him, groaning softly.
“Need something to suck on?” He asked, his voice had a teasing lilt.
Which he hated. Jungkook marked lots of other places but he was always a tad pouty that he couldn't have his neck marked up.
He purred before biting his tongue gently to keep from making too much noise.
He knew he had to be careful, so he avoided sucking at his skin and instead flattened his tongue against him, trailing his tongue up; ending the trail with a kiss to his jaw.
His hands tightened on his waist and he gave an experimental roll of his hips.
Taehyung's eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. He was a bit weak for neck and throat kisses. Could he be blamed?
"Tell me something I don't know, Kookie~."
Alright. Okay. Two can play at this game, huh? He leaned up and pressed a kiss to his neck, trailing his lips down the pretty column that was his throat.
“Mhm. Brat.”
The warning really only stood to spur him on. Because he liked a challenge. And he liked to push how far he could go with Jungkook.
"I'm pretty open to whatever you want to do~." He hummed softly, a shudder rolling down his spine at the squeeze.
“Taehyung,” he warned, giving him a look after his ear was bitten. “Well— is there something you’d like to do?”
Jungkook placed his hands on his waist and squeezed gently.
"Aish. I know. You like a little bit of pain don't you?" He giggled and leaned over, biting his ear. Tae did like to bite.
"Well, something else can be whatever you want it to be." He shifted in Jungkook's lap. Tae really was a brat.
“Don’t look at me like that— you can’t just pull on my hair like that out of nowhere and expect me not to like it,” he huffed. “It depends on what ‘something else’ is.”
His cheeks? Red. Full of shame.
Tae raised a brow at the moan. He wasn't necessarily anticipating that kind of reaction. But he chuckled, moving to play with Jungkook's earlobe. He was touchy, okay?
"Ouh? Depends on what?"
"Mhm."
He grinned and twirled his hair around his finger. It was very soft. He couldn't help himself.
"You always fall asleep when I play with your hair if you're tired enough."
"Again, you're very biased." He grinned and reached up to play with Jungkook's hair.
Because Taehyung can't keep his hands to himself. Not when it came to Jungkook.
Tae flushed a bit at the compliment. He's always been a little insecure about his different ranges when he sang— especially when he sang in English.
"You're just biased, Kookie."
He giggled, leaning into Jungkook as much as he possibly could. "Ah, of course you know that one."
He thought of what song to sing before settling on Sweet Night.