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By The Fire With Care | KSJ KTH

▻ By the Fire With Care ↳ Seokjin x Taehyung ⤜ Cabin Getaway ⤜ Snowed In Lovers/Established Relationship ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 2,996 ⤜ Summary: Seokjin and Taehyung were only supposed to spend a week at the cabin, but the sudden snowfall had other ideas. Their flight is grounded for at least the night, so what do they do in the meantime? With the crackle of the fire, boozy eggnog, and a few hours to spare, they enjoy one more night of self-indulgence and a little sticky fun.

⚠️ This is pure smut. Kissing, oral, anal, cum eating, praise, wax play

Part of the Bangtan Writers HQ 2022 Bangsmas - A “banging” Holiday Writing Event.

A special thank you to @downbad4yoongi for betaing and believing in me.

Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad

Eggnog & Mistletoe

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Seokjin murmurs to himself as he knocks off the snow caked to his boots.

“At least we didn’t spend hours waiting at the airport before they told us our flight was canceled. Another night in this cabin won’t hurt, my parents have already said we can stay here as long as we like,” Taehyung says, kicking his own boots against the banister of the wrap-around porch to dislodge the snow.

Seokjin grunts, clearly still displeased by the turn of events. They were supposed to leave and return home today, after a week of relaxing in seclusion at Taehyung’s parent’s remote cabin in the mountains.

He turns and grabs Taehyung’s suitcase before shouldering open the door to the cabin. “It’s not that I don’t want to stay another night here, it’s just that big board meeting tomorrow that I really don’t want to miss. It’s an important planning meeting for the new merger. I don’t necessarily have to be there, but I would like to.”

Taehyung nods, more than understanding. “Hey, it’ll be okay. We’ll be on the first flight out in the morning and you can leave from the airport and go straight to the office. You’ll be there before those assholes can even think to raise an eyebrow.”

That makes Seokjin smile. “Thank you for being you,” he whispers, setting the suitcases to the side in the living room and grabbing ahold of Taehyung’s arm to tug him in close. “I love you,” he mouths against Taehyung’s lips before firmly planting a lingering kiss there.

“Mm, I love you, too. Let’s take some of these layers off and then crack open that last bottle of eggnog with the hope that no more snow falls between now and 6 am tomorrow morning.” Taehyung unwraps his scarf and shrugs off his jacket, tossing them on top of the wooden hutch by the door. He kicks off his shoes and pads away on his wool sock-clad feet that match the thin red blazer he’s still wearing.

Seokjin takes off his own jacket and knit cap, adding them to the pile of Taehyung’s things. He toes off his boots, loosens his tie, and undoes the buttons on his cardigan, not bothering to take out clothes to change just yet. “Grab the bottle of Remy Martin, too. If you’re going to make me drink eggnog, I’m at least going to enjoy it.”

Pulling out the requested bottle of cognac, Taehyung wrinkles his nose but shrugs and sets it out on the counter. The wind is picking up outside already, bringing in more snow. The weather forecast is bleak, but they’re trying to remain hopeful.

“Want to get a fire started while I make the drinks?” Taehyung asks, nodding to the cold fireplace they had cleaned out just a few hours ago.

There is a small stack of chopped wood on the back porch that Seokjin gathers into his arms, headless of the nice clothes he’s currently wearing, and deposits it into the metal grate by the brick fireplace. He grabs a few smaller pieces and gets them set up in the hearth, tucking a small bundle of tinder under it and lighting it. A few minutes later, there is a nice fire working to slowly heat the open space of the cabin.

Taehyung’s family has had this cabin for a long time, it’s filled with childhood memories and pictures. It’s become somewhat of a holiday tradition since Seokjin and Taehyung got together, seven years ago, for them to spend a week here just the two of them. But, this is the first time they’ve ended up grounded due to the snow.

“There should be enough wood to make it through the night, as long as you don’t mind cuddling up under a few blankets, too.” Seokjin gives Taehyung a coy smile, waggling a teasing eyebrow.

Taehyung laughs. “I think I can live with that compromise.” He grabs the two large mugs he prepared with the eggnog and cognac, bringing them over to the low coffee table in front of the couch.

Seokjin grabs some of the fleece blankets from the basket by the couch and begins to make a cozy palette on the floor between the coffee table and the fireplace. He grabs a small box of matches and lights the vanilla and cinnamon-scented candle in the center of the table. “Remember the first time we were here?” he asks, a soft smile curving his lips with the memory.

“How could I forget?” Taehyung says, wrapping his arms around Seokjin from behind. “You had just met my parents and spent the entire week worried you had made a bad impression. It was cute how pink your cheeks were any time I brought it up or I got a phone call from mom.”

“I was more so meaning what we did on this floor right here, but okay,” Seokjin snarks lightly, leaning back into Taehyung’s embrace.

Taehyung hums, ignoring Seokjin’s sass. “Mm, that’s also a good memory,” he muses, beginning to rock gently from side to side. “You took me in your arms and we danced under the mistletoe you snuck up in the rafters so that you could kiss me over and over while we swayed.”

“It’s still up there,” Seokjin says softly, tilting his head back on Taehyung’s shoulder to look up at the wooden beams spanning overhead and the small green and white bundle of artificial mistletoe from all those years ago.

Taehyung reaches up and cups the older man’s chin, tilting it just so. He brushes his lips along Seokjin’s jaw before slanting them over his pouty mouth. “So it is,” Taehyung whispers against his lips before deepening the kiss, prodding with his tongue until the other man opens for him.

Taehyung tastes like nutmeg with a hint of warmth from the cognac. “You taste delicious, sweetheart,” Seokjin sighs, breaking away from the kiss and turning in Taehyung’s embrace. “You know just how I like it.” He reaches down to the coffee table beside them and grabs up one of the mugs, taking an appreciative sip of the boozy eggnog.

“Should we add cognac-spiked eggnog to our holiday traditions?” Taehyung asks with a smirk. He picks up his own drink and watches Seokjin over the rim of the mug as he brings it to his mouth. Seokjin smiles, a faint line of eggnog lingering on his upper lip that Taehyung promptly swoops in and licks away, his mug suspended in the air and forgotten for the moment. “Maybe eggnog body shots?”

That makes them both laugh. “That sounds like a sticky mess,” Seokjin chuckles softly, but there is a heat in his eyes at the idea.

Taehyung nods. “Mhmm, very sticky but very fun.” He tips up his mug, draining the eggnog in a few swallows, then sets it off on the coffee table. “I know something else we can do that can be very sticky and fun.”

Seokjin slowly sips at his eggnog, tightening his hold on Taehyung’s waist a fraction. “Enlighten me, sweetheart.”

“Well,” Taehyung begins, “first, you need to finish that off.” He nods to the half-empty mug in Seokjin’s hand. With a smile, he hooks a finger under the bottom of the mug and tips it up to Seokjin’s mouth. “Open up,” his voice turns soft, husky, as he watches the cream-colored liquid slide over Seokjin’s bottom lip and onto his waiting tongue. “Just…like…that. Fuck, that’s hot, it makes me think of that one time I came in yo—ow!”

They both dissolve into breathy laughs, the finger Seokjin jabbed into Taehyung's side sliding down to hook into a belt loop and giving a playful tug. “Don’t talk about mouthfuls of cum when I’m drinking a milky substance.”

“Sorry, daddy,” Taehyung sasses.

Seokjin’s lips press into a firm line. “Watch yourself unless you want to get put across my knee.”

That makes Taehyung wince. “Fine, I’ll behave. The last time I was over your knee I couldn’t sit down for almost a week.”

“Mmm, don’t have such a tender ass and you could take more,” Seokjin teases, moving his hand down to palm Taehyung’s ass. He drains the last of his eggnog and deposits the mug beside Taehyung’s on the coffee table, bringing his hand up to join the other on Taehyung’s ass. Warmth suffuses his cheeks, a welcomed effect from the cognac and the blazing fire.

The way Taehyung presses against Seokjin, the slightest grind of his hips against the front of Seokjin’s slacks, has both men letting out soft moans. “Should I get on my knees and ask for forgiveness?” Taehyung asks, cheeks flushing pink and tongue darting out to swipe over Seokjin’s bottom lip.

“And something else,” Seokjin murmurs and takes a small step back, sliding his hands up from Taehyung’s ass to run through his thick, chocolatey hair. “If you suck my cock as well as you mouth off, I’ll consider you forgiven.”

It’s a delicate line they like to dance on, switching between who’s more dominant in situations like this. Last night Seokjin was the one on his knees, pleading for Taehyung to fuck him until he couldn’t breathe. They’ve been together so long and have explored so many different things that it’s seamless at this point. They know exactly what each other enjoys, how far they can be pushed.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Taehyung murmurs, a sly smile hooking his lips which he begins to trail along Seokjin’s jaw. “As much as I love you in a tie…” He makes quick work of the tie and Seokjin’s cardigan and shirt “Beautiful.” Taehyung takes a moment to admire Seokjin’s exposed chest and stomach. He places wet, open-mouthed kisses down Seokjin’s throat and down to his nipples. Nibbling until they’re both tight and glistening, he moves further down, finally dropping to his knees.

Seokjin tightens his grip in Taehyung’s hair. “You’re so pretty on your knees,” he says on his next breathy exhale.

Taehyung flicks open the button on Seokjin’s slacks and slowly pulls down the zipper. “Not as pretty as you are above me.” He brings his attention to the large bulge behind the taut black fabric of Seokin’s boxer briefs. “Or this,” he whispers, more to himself than anything. With slow and deliberate movements, Taehyung pushes down Seokjin’s slacks and underwear until he’s standing there in nothing but his black dress socks.

There is a moment where only the sounds of their breathing and the crackle of the fire fills the space. “I love you,” Seokjin coos, staring down at Taehyung kneeling before him.

Taehyung peers up at his beautiful boyfriend through his lashes, being deliberate in his actions as he leans forward and wraps a hand around the base of Seokjin’s shaft. Seokjin sucks in a stilted breath, his lips parted as his chest heaves. Slowly sliding his tongue out over his lips, Taehyung flicks a tiny kitten lick over the bead of precum glistening on Seokjin’s cockhead. “I love you, too,” he finally responds, grinning at the way Seokjin moans wantonly from the action.

Taking Seokjin between his lips, Taehyung does his best to take as much of him as he can. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so good at that,” Seokjin pants, using his hands in the younger man’s hair to push him a little further, groaning at the softly garbled choking sound Taehyung makes.

They work to set a perfect rhythm, one that has them both breathing heavily and moaning. Taehyung is so hard in his pants that he fumbles his freehand to get them undone so he can have more room and a bit of relief. Wrapping his hand around his aching cock, Taehyung squeezes himself in tandem with each thrust of the other man’s hips. With one final thrust, Seokjin pulls out from between Taehyung’s lips and slumps down to take his mouth in a heated kiss. “Fuck me,” Taehyung begs between kisses.

“Lay down,” Seokjin asserts, pulling away from Taehyung's mouth. Taehyung whines at the loss but quickly relaxes back, yanking off his blazer, shirt, and shucking his pants and underwear the rest of the way off. “Look at you so ready for me,” Seokjin praises, eyes roving over the straining length of Taehyung’s cock standing proud between his thighs. “Can I mark you, sweetheart?” he asks, flicking his eyes up to Taehyung’s.

Taehyung worries his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before nodding. “I’d like that.”

Seokjin stands up and moves over to their suitcases, unzipping the side compartment on his bag and pulling out his waterproof toiletries bag. He digs around in it, finally finding what he needs, and moves back to where Taehyung is sprawled out on the blankets before the fire. He stands there, staring down at him for a moment. The way Taehyung is stretched out, knees slightly drawn up and canted to the sides, beautiful cock resting long and thick on his belly, eyes half-lidded over blown pupils; he’s utterly perfect.

Dropping down to his knees between Taehyung’s thighs, Seokjin pops the lid on the lube he just retrieved. “Ready, sweetheart?” Taehyung nods, his bottom lip caught back between his teeth. He watches as Seokjin squirts a generous amount of lube into his hand before fisting it around Taehyung’s cock.

Taehyung’s eyes flutter shut for a moment as he fights against the ecstasy of finally having his cock touched. The anticipation has heightened the thrill, sending small pulses of pleasure straight to where Taehyung aches between Seokjin’s long, slender fingers.

Those fingers work over Taehyung’s cock a few times before slipping down and finding the tight pucker of muscle below. “Ah, fuck,” Taehyung grunts as Seokjin begins to work a finger inside of him. He’s gentle and takes care to not go too fast, slowly working Taehyung open until he can get another finger in beside the first.

“That’s it, sweetheart, you’re doing so well. You’ll be ready to take my cock soon.” Seokjin continues with a soft litany of praises and encouragement until he’s worked three fingers into Taehyung’s tight ass. “So perfect.”

“Jin,” Taehyung moans, hands fisting into the blankets beneath him.

“Stroke your cock for me,” Seokjin says, giving him a small smile of encouragement. Taehyung brings a shaky hand up and wraps his fingers around himself, gasping as he strokes up and then back down. “Good, but don’t cum yet.” Taehyung nods, eyes going blurry from the intensity of the pleasure.

Seokjin watches as Taehyung’s ass flutters when he pulls his fingers free. Grabbing the lube, he coats his own cock with a generous amount. “Fuck,” Taehyung whines. “Please fuck me, Jinnie, I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”

“Shh, sweetheart, patience. It won’t be long now,” Seokjin promises as he reaches back with his free hand and grabs the candle from the coffee table. Being careful so as not to spill, Seokjin cradles the base of the candle and lofts it above Taehyung’s chest and stomach. He positions his cock against Taehyung’s ass, giving a gentle nudge that has the other man arching up and working his cock harder with his fist.

“Oh god,” Taehyung whimpers at the first trickle of hot wax touching his skin at the same time Seokjin begins to press inside his ass. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” A dribble of precum slips out to mix with the lube covering his cock as he squeezes the base to hold off on his own orgasm.

“Perfect,” Seokjin gasps, his hips finally pressing firmly against the other man’s ass. They both pant, taking in the creamy white wax in the shape of a heart covering Taehyung’s chest and stomach. He carefully sets the now snuffed-out candle on the floor, away from the puddle of blankets under them.

Taehyung wraps his legs around Seokjin’s waist, encouraging him to move. Bracing one hand on Taehyung’s hip and the other on the top of his thigh, Seokjin begins with a slow and drawn-out thrust and works into a steady, grinding slide in and out.

The hand Taehyung has around his own cock picks back up, matching the rhythm of Seokin’s hips. “It feels so good,” Taehyung moans. “You’re going to make me cum!”

“Are you going to cum all over yourself, make yourself all sticky and filthy so I’ll have to clean you up?” Seokjin works his hips faster, adding just the slightest swirling flare as he fucks into Taehyung’s ass in a way that he knows drives him crazy. “Cum for me, let me see it.”

A mix between a sob and a moan wrenches itself out of Taehyung with the first rope of cum that lances across his skin and the hardened wax still covering his stomach and chest. “Jin!” he cries, his body tensing around Seokjin’s cock in a way that has his own release barreling through him.

“Tae, oh god, fuck!” Seokjin grunts, his body jerking and his knees quivering, barely able to keep him upright. He has barely pulled out of Taehyung before he’s greedily lapping up the mess of cum spread over his skin. Seokjin hums in appreciation until he’s licked up every last drop. “I love the way you taste,” he murmurs, nuzzling and nibbling along Taehyung’s half-hard cock.

“If you keep that up I’m going to get hard again and I’m too tired to fuck you right now,” Taehyung huffs, wrapping a fistful of Seokjin’s hair around his fingers and tugging until he relents and crawls up beside him.

“I’ll give you some time to rest,” Seokjin muses lightly, cuddling up against Taehyung and pulling one of the fleece blankets over them both. “How about we enjoy the fire for a bit, maybe have another cup of eggnog, then I’ll run you a bath using that lavender bubble bath you like so much. After that, once you’re good and relaxed, I’ll beg you to fuck me until the sun peaks over the mountain.”

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