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When Taehyung had said that he had big plans for their anniversary, Seokjin had expected a nice dinner, something beautiful and thoughtful as a gift, and at most, retiring to a hotel to spend some time together before settling down to sleep. He had expected sex of course, but he hadn’t ever expected this. He’d be impressed if he had the capacity to actually think about it.Dinner had been nice (as nice at it could have been when they had to still pretend they weren’t dating and instead were out as friends, but that’s expected), it had been at a new restaurant that respected their need for discretion. Taehyung’s gift had been lovely, a matching bracelet to go along with the one that Seokjin bought him. Seokjin had given him earrings, something he could wear all the time, elegant and nondescript but full of meaning for only them. Taehyung had been near tears at the implication, clasping Seokjin’s hand reverently the entire time after. They’d both put on their gifts in the car, too eager and excited and just so in love with each other.Everything up till this point was wonderful and suitably romantic—Seokjin had accounted for all that. The hotel was one he chose out even, thought that a soft bed would have been used mostly for cuddling after at best, two rounds. He hadn’t expected anything that surprising in the bedroom if only because for them, the chance to be able to sleep together without threat of discovery had been enough. Privacy to be themselves, for idols such as them, was the ultimate kink in the end.Taehyung, in typical Taehyung fashion, had surprised him.“I have another present for you, Jin-hyung.” He had said, face shy and demeanor eager to please in a way that he always knew Seokjin fell for. The box in his hand had looked so innocent at the time. “It’s something I bought in America, you’ll love it.”He should have known something was off.*Seokjin is sobbing, ugly heaving breaths as snot runs down his face and tears stream down his cheeks. His hair is matted to his forehead, he’s sticky everywhere and he’s naked compared to Taehyung’s mostly clothed form. (It should be demeaning, it would be demeaning—if it wasn’t something that Seokjin liked so much, something that Taehyung liked to indulge in.)It's the worst torture. It's the best torture.Seokjin rocks his hips onto the vibrating toy inside him, letting out another keening wail. The answering pressure against his prostate sends him into a violent shiver, it's so good that it somehow feels like it hurts. He feels like he can taste his orgasm in the back of his throat, and it still feels so far away.He loves this, he hates this—it's all so much but he can't actually stop himself. He starts to dig his nails into Taehyung's thigh. He can't do this, he can't do this, he can't—"Shh, shh, it's ok Hyung, just relax. It's ok to just enjoy it." Taehyung's says, soothing and almost like a physical caress. His voice is so fond, like he thinks Seokjin is some adorable pet that's learning a new trick. Oh god, Seokjin's never gonna be able to even look Yeontan again.Another vibrating buzz against his prostate makes him sob louder.
It's too much, he can't handle this much pleasure, it's not enough—
Taehyung is a furnace behind him, arms wrapped around his waist as Seokjin practically melts in his lap, he can feel Taehyung's erection. He can feel the hot, damp pressure of it poking his bare ass, burning even through Taehyung's boxer briefs, through his linen slacks, pre-cum soaking through the fabric. Taehyung seems to have ignored it, too enraptured at the mess he's made of Seokjin, at the way Seokjin can barely breathe over this cloud of want, stop, please, good—Just when Seokjin's vision is about to white out, when he's finally about to succumb to that blissful end—it stops. All of it. He can only vaguely register that Taehyung's leaning over him, mouthing something into his neck. Taehyung is taking the damn thing out of him and Seokjin almost screams with fury."You have got to be kidding me." Seokjin whines, trying to move his hips to get the pressure back, but it's too late, he's empty and it's gone. "Taehyung-ah, I'm going—"Taehyung is chuckling, something dark and deep, the timbre of his voice rumbling against Seokjin, making him jittery."Hyung is so, so cute." Taehyung drawls, his hands dragging back up Seokjin's overheated skin. He rests them over Seokjin's abs, keeping his touches feather light."You need to fuck me right now." Seokjin manages, he's furious, and his legs were shaking with how much he needed to come, still needs to come."Oh, I plan to—" Taehyung's voice drops another octave, Seokjin's about to open his eyes, if only to yell at him for whatever stunt he's about to do——But the toy is back and it's vibration is stronger, pulsing with so much force Seokjin almost blacks out. He can barely register the scratchy fabric of Taehyung's white button up against him, the fact he's so sweaty and covered in come that he should be disgusted but he can't do anything against this cloud of want."—Just not yet." Taehyung's other hand is directing Seokjin into another kiss, he doesn't seem to mind that Seokjin isn't so much kissing back as he is openly drooling into Taehyung's mouth. (Seokjin would be disgusted if he could actually think past the buzzing of the toy inside.) "We have two more hours left of our anniversary, let's see if we can get to four this time."Seokjin could barely handle the first two orgasms, Taehyung cheerfully fingering him for hours after an already devastating blowjob. Then he'd finally revealed this terrible thing (gift, more like torture device) and Seokjin lost track of everything in life. Seokjin's never been more thankful they walls at this hotel were sound-proof, that they've got the next day off—his body and voice are shot, he doesn't think he'll even be able to function the day after.He's not able to think much at all, especially not when Taehyung moves his hand down to push at Seokjin's pelvis, causing the toy to shiftz It increases the pressure even more and Seokjin's whole body shakes this time."Taehyung, Taehyung, please." He tries to move to grab his dick, to relieve himself. Just one stroke and he can finally be free from this all.Taehyung makes a chiding noise in his ear, his free hand grabs Seokjin's wrist."You don't need it Hyung, just breathe." He repeats, voice softly commanding and Seokjin can already feel his hips moving faster at it. The pre-cum is flowing down his thighs, he keeps crying, making strange noises that sound like he's in pain. Part of him feels like it is, the muscles in his body quaking with it all.He comes with a gasp of Taehyung's name on his lips, digging his nails into Taehyung’s linen pants to the point he thinks he reaches skin. He can't think outside of the overwhelming thought of "so good, so much, more". He rides out his third orgasm, the pleasure so much it physically hurts, overstimulation making him cringe and yet he can't stop moving his hips. Distantly he can feel Taehyung grinding his own hips against Seokjin's, like he's trying to fuck Seokjin through his pants and Seokjin whimpers."Jin-hyung." Taehyung whispers, voice rough and bitten like he can't handle how good Seokjin feels in his arms, like he's the one who's been fucked for hours. The answering wetness against Seokjin's ass is enough for him.Seokjin lets out another painful sound when Taehyung finally recovers enough to take the damned thing out of him. He can't do much besides take in deep breaths to steady himself, let Taehyung kiss him again."You're the worst." He slurs, muscles relaxing and unclenching for the first time in what feels like years. "When did you learn all this? Where did you even learn all of this?"Taehyung just smiles at him, innocent like he hasn't just driven Seokjin to almost murder with his insane sex drive, like he isn't currently drenched in most of Seokjin's fluids—something that Seokjin would wrinkle his nose at if he could control the function of his face. Seokjin moves a little closer into his warmth, the room suddenly feels a lot colder than it did a few seconds ago. "We've dated for a year, I wanted it to be special." Taehyung reports like that solves everything. For him, it probably does. Seokjin knows there must be a story there, but that requires effort."Hyung is worried about what you're going to do about next year." He lets out a sigh, resting his head in the crook of Taehyung's neck. "Please, please take off your suit already, I hate this.""Oh, next year?" Taehyung sounds delighted and of course, he's only focused on that, Seokjin doesn't know why he's so surprised, but whatever. He likes indulging Taehyung—which is probably how he ended up in this mess in the first place."There better be a next year.""Of course." Taehyung's gaze is so enraptured, Seokjin can't help but reach over to kiss him, regaining enough control of his limbs to actually pull him into it.They both smile into the kiss.