What do I do next?” Jungkook mumbles, the need to get as close to Taehyung as he possibly can overwhelming him. It takes Taehyung a moment to register the words because his mind is clouded from being so thoroughly wrecked that he’s forgotten that this is Jungkook’s first time… With a guy, anyway.
“You have… to work me… open,” Taehyung pants out, and watches as Jungkook’s face morphs into one of confusion. Taehyung sits up and reaches for Jungkook’s right hand to bring it up to his face. With a hooded look, he puts three of the fingers in his mouth, and rolls his tongue around them, sucking and lathering them, watching as alarm and pleasure fly across Jungkook’s face.
“W-what-” Before Jungkook can finish the sentence, Taehyung pops the digits out with a lewd pop and brings them to his puckered entrance.