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cw sex under the influence of weedjust thought abt vhope meeting at a club and hitting it off right off the bat, both feeding off of the other's energy and sharp wit and undeniable attraction towards each other that seems to grow as the night progresses. https://twitter.com/btsxxxpromptbot/status/1235318275120271361
they dance, they talk, they give touches and looks that hold weight. they don't really drink but admit they smoked a bowl each before even coming so they decide to ditch the club and find a place to smoke up.
they end up hotboxing in the backseat of taehyung's old honda accord, shot gunning & kissing themselves dizzy, a tad clumsy and a lot sloppy, mouths wet and teeth clinking. they make out for minutes, maybe hours, lips growing tender and swollen, both handsy and craving soft skin.
hoseok comments out of breath how good of a kisser he is & taehyung, smirking lazily, squeezes the hardness between hoseok's legs & says, "i'll can show you i'm good at other things with my mouth," a promise that escalates to tae giving him the best blowjob he has ever received.
taehyung does the honors of pulling hoseok from his skin tight jeans, marveling at the thickness before leaning in to draw him into the heat of his mouth, absolutely adores how vocal hoseok is, the filth falling from his mouth making him hot and vibrating in his skin.
it's a long unsteady groan here, a punched out, "fuck, you look so good like this, baby," there. restless hands card through permed curls, a slurred babbling of, "you're doing so well taking my cock like this, hnnngh, your mouth feels like heaven, i could fuck it for hours--
---bet you would love that, huh? choking on my cock until your voice goes hoarse or, or--" and taehyung whines, nose nestled against hoseok's pelvis and throat working around his cock as he presses the heel of his palm down on his own throbbing dick through his jeans.
despite his filthy words, hoseok tries to push taehyung away just as he's tittering on the edge, stuttered warnings that get ignored until the very last moment, a moment that has hoseok gulping down air, back curved against the backseat, unraveling right before taehyung's eyes.
taehyung pulls off and tugs at his cock wet, fast, and dirty until he finally cracks. hoseok's body shakes apart around a strained moan when he comes hard, streaks catching taehyung's parted lips, the bridge of his nose, fluttering eyelashes.
taehyung groans lowly, sitting back up to lean into his side, still milking him until the last drop, until hoseok starts squirming in his seat, flushed from his ears to his chest and staring at him through heavily hooded eyes. his gaze burns, makes taehyung shiver in place.
taehyung makes a show of swiping at the mess cooling on his lips with his tongue, grinning wolfishly when hoseok flusters & whines, tosses his arm across his eyes, "i can't feel my legs."
taehyung barks out a delighted laugh, grapping for napkins he keeps in the middle console to wipe his face, "that's no good, how else are you gonna fuck me?" taehyung bats his eyelashes when hoseok peeks from behind his arm, gaze dark and hungry.
they smoke another bowl and fuck like animals twice until the windows fog and the smoke clears, limbs turning to jello and sharing lazy, soft kisses afterwards, the end.
