“W-what what-t the f-uck,” Jungkook mutters as Taehyung snaps his wrist expertly, and it feels like every nerve in his body is suddenly responding to that one source stimulation, and it feels so ing good. He realizes that if it feels this mindbendingly fantastic for him, it must feel good for Taehyung too, but he’s hesitant because he’s never touched anyone’s besides his own.
“Will you touch me too?” Taehyung asks, his eyes searing and Jungkook gulps, because he’ll do anything for that look and pushes away the uncertainty to curl his fingers around Taehyung’s member, and god this is ed up but more than anything, it feels strangely nice, especially when he presses his thumb into the slit and Taehyung arches off the bed, a string of expletives.