Taehyung leans back on one of his forearms and props his knees up for a better angle before taking one of Jungkook’s digits and pressing it inside him. Jungkook lets out a strangled noise in surprise and tenses to remove himself, but Taehyung’s grip on his fingers holds him there.
The elder makes sure to hold the finger still, and it only takes him a few moments to adjust before he adds another digit and moves them around, massaging at his walls, and he keeps his eyes trained on Jungkook who watches with fascination as his fingers disappear into the hole.
“Let me do it,” Jungkook growls, voice thick with need, and Taehyung removes his hand, letting Jungkook have free reign. He gulps as he slips in a third finger, and it engulfs itself in Taehyung’s tight heat. The feeling is so foreign, and a little bit frightening, but he concentrates on the little sounds Taehyung is making, his head tilted back in bliss.