Jungkook rolls his hips forward, brushing his covered length against Taehyung’s and the elder hisses in pleasure.
“Oh, you like that?” Jungkook chuckles darkly, and does it again, slower this time, and smiles against Taehyung’s skin because the noise the elder makes is enough to drive him into a frenzy.
“God yes do that again f-,” Taehyung whimpers as Jungkook repeats the motion, before undoing the belt and unzipping the elder’s pants, shoving the material down in the back just enough so he can cup Taehyung’s , giving it a firm squeeze with his hands while both their pelvises forward, increasing the friction.
“Jungkook I s-swear to g-god,” Taehyung stutters, gripping the younger’s biceps with a bruising force, and forcibly pulls them apart.