𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

ⓒⓗⓐⓟⓣⓔⓡ ⓣⓗⓘⓡⓣⓨⓢⓘⓧ

Taehyung watched as Jungkook pushed the bar up, grunting at the effort. His hands hovered over his forearms, making sure he would be ready in the event that Jungkook slipped or let go of the bar. He could not help but be distracted by his lover’s veins protruding on his neck and toned arms, to stare at the sweat seeping through his burgundy shirt, to observe his full muscles bend and flex over and over again. Moreover, if he dared glance a little higher, he would see his tight black shorts rise up his thighs with every sharp movement, uncovering his muscular thighs ever so slightly, teasing him, taunting him.

“Working out together is probably the worst idea you’ve ever had, Jungkook,” Taehyung blurted out, still enthralled by the sight beneath him.

Originally, they both took part in their own workouts, doing their own thing. Their schedules rarely lined up for them to spend a solid two hours together in the morning, but when Jungkook’s schedule on this particular day of the week had cleared up, he had proposed it in a heartbeat. Taehyung obviously agreed, unable to say no to his lover. Now, however, he was slightly regretting it. There was absolutely no way he could ever focus on his exercises when he was mercilessly tormented with such a view.

“What are you talking about?” Jungkook grunted as he gave one last push to set the bar on the stand, only to pull himself up and turn to face Taehyung, confusion in his eyes.

Taehyung glanced at the drips of sweat trickling down his forehead and his neck, gulping when he trailed even lower to notice Jungkook’s defined bulge in his shorts. The way he sat exposed practically the entirety of his thighs, which only annoyed Taehyung even more. He took a deep breath and looked into his eyes, trying his best to ignore the alluring state of his body.

“You’re practically naked, all sweaty and grunting…” Taehyung sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s really hard not to jump on you right here and now.”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows and stood up, walking forward to face him. He purposely put his hand under his shirt and slowly pulled it up, exposing his abs. He grinned at Taehyung’s annoyed and angry reaction, at the way his body tensed and his fists clenched. He leaned closer to Taehyung, his face inches away from him, his breath tickling his face. It was too easy.

“Too bad I have a meeting in an hour,” Jungkook whispered, his lips practically touching his.

He smirked when he noticed Taehyung’s shivering lips, his dark gaze staring right back at him. He turned around and walked towards the gym showers, pleased with his teasing. Seeing how bewitched Taehyung was by him made him even more cocky and confident, which in the end gave him a little more courage to taunt his lover like such. He had always been a bit of an ass when it came to this, flaunting the body he knew was attractive to most whenever he had the chance... but with Taehyung it was different. He was genuinely enraptured by him, completely gripped by the mere sight he could grasp of him. It only took a bit of exposed skin for Taehyung’s mind to lust over him, which was the most enticing thing to Jungkook. It could simply be his collarbone or the small of his back; any part of his body would make Taehyung go crazy.

He gasped when he suddenly felt a hand around his neck and Taehyung’s firm body pressed against his back, a prominent erection digging into his ass. He could not help but smile; his obvious plan had been a success. He knew Taehyung was not going to let him get away with that; which was exactly why he had done it. It was almost too easy to get him excited like this, which was something Jungkook greatly appreciated, considering his insatiable desire for Taehyung’s touch.

“Meeting cancelled,” Taehyung groaned in Jungkook’s ear as he grabbed his half-hard cock roughly through his shorts.