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Jungkook started the bike, twisting the keys and holding the handles while sitting on it. He was waiting for his husband to join him, patiently. Taehyung needs to lock all the doors and then the shutter of the garage, so it will take some time, he knows. But his pumping heartbeats aren't quite aware of it!

His mind was dancing along the fresh burn that he was feeling all around his lips. Although he had to push his husband a bit too much, the result was absolutely delicious… wait. Did he push too much?

Yes, I'm missing that kiss and I probably should ask for another one. At least he knows better how to -

Jungkook gasped, inhaling a sharp breath to placid his lungs. His hands moved before his brain as he shut off the bike and got off almost instantly. He was 10 metres away from the bike when his brain started to work and images of a punishable night flooded in front of his eyes.

A cruel night of the past that he hates from the bottom of his heart. It was absolute torture, everything was pain just pain. His thighs clenched unconsciously when he remembered the night when Taehyung had punished him for the first time.

It was nothing, nothing ….Uhm… had to be something when he had deleted all the gaming characters of Taehyung. He did that because Taehyung was winning continuously, and Jungkook was delusional enough to think that it was because of those characters, not Taehyung's skills. So that evening he deleted all of his characters one by one.

But during the night, he regretted every fuçking thing.

He shook his head when the slight images of that pooled out all of his other thoughts. He watched as Taehyung brought down the shutter and locked it before turning towards him.

His eyes.

Same eyes.

The glint is the same as well.

He is fuçked.

For sure.

Taehyung walked towards Jungkook while tucking the keyrings in his belt loops, “ Haven't I told you to start the bike?”

Jungkook took three steps back while shaking his head, “ I am not going anywhere.”

Taehyung stopped in his steps and eyed Jungkook thoroughly, making the younger more conscious, “Why? Weren't you behaving desperately for a kiss, just now?”

Jungkook gulped thickly and moved another step behind, his eyes moved around the shop. Looking for anyone that can save him from the demon he ignited inside his husband, “I don't want one now. It's totally okay. Actually, yeah.”

Taehyung frowned at that and he noticed the younger's feet which were increasing in distance between them with each step, his eyes noticed something and queried to point out, “Well. Your hard cock is telling something else. So, why don't you say the reason that you are refusing to start this bike?”

Jungkook can slap squarely on his own face when he noticed that the key is still dangling in the keyhole of the bike. He shut his eyes when Taehyung plucked it out and started playing while throwing it in the air.

“There is not any reason, per se. I just thought we should take a walk instead.” Jungkook shrugged his shoulders carefully, relaxing his organs to work properly.

Taehyung whistled while raising another eyebrow before a laugh fell out of his lips. He kept looking at the younger while laughing the full laugh. Meanwhile, Jungkook was looking around more desperately now, the laugh was sending jitters down his spine, spiking the hair behind his neck.

He found no one. And when his eyes found Taehyung again, he knew he was done for.

The man was looking at him venomously, there were no remains of any laugh in the surroundings. When Taehyung took the first step towards him, Jungkook started to run for his life. He ran, ran and ran without looking behind. He knows Taehyung will catch him, he knows the man is following him. Even if he did make a mistake, he doesn't deserve that punishment.

No way in hell!

He was running for his life and it felt like Taehyung was out for his blood. He felt the sudden jerk on his back before his face got planted on the ground.

“Being a sneaky bunny at night? Aren’t you going to finish what you have started?” Taehyung grabbed the collars of Jungkook's shirt and started to drag him towards the bike.

“Leave me! I'm not going anywhere with you!”

He fought with Taehyung, hands grabbing Taehyung's hands above his wrist and digging his nails to tear away his hold but it didn't work fully. He was out of his hold but when Jungkok started to crawl away, Taehyung caught his ankles.

Now, all of Jungkook's ass was sliding against the floor as Taehyung dragged him again, “ You have a lot of words in your mouth, some cleansing is important.”

Jungkook tried to lean forward and kick his legs but with a swoosh, his eyes saw stars while getting dragged, “ Taehyung, You know I didn't mean that. I can never mean such words where another man is included let alone wanting a kiss-”

“But you said it, even did it in the past, didn't you?”

Jungkook wanted to nod his head and cry for his forgiveness when the dragging stopped and soon he felt arms under his shoulders to lift him up. He wiggled to pull away but Taehyung slammed him against the bike.

The bike didn't budge as Jungkook fell on it. He didn't give up though, Jungkook stretched his leg and climbed on the bike and tried to bring his other leg along just so he could run in the opposite direction but the hold of an arm around his waist stopped him.

Taehyung sat behind him on the bike and brought both of Jungkook's knees on the tank. He rotated his body and let the boy face him entirely. Jungkook was blinking his eyes rapidly to wipe the haziness of sudden manhandling. Taehyung took advantage of it and folded his legs around his own waist, even locking them by the ankles.

When the engine roared in the air, Jungkook punched Taehyung in the ribs, “ Get off me! I am not riding with you anywhere.” He couldn't believe that he was straddling Taehyung on his bike. However, his hands flew around his neck to hold the elder when Taehyung accelerated the bike.

Jungkook knew it was dangerous but he still wiggled, moving his asscheeks to just get away from the man even if they fell off or got injured. Everything can go to hell, he ain't going to miss the chance of escape.

But Taehyung had lived his entire life in between these bikes, repaired and played with them enough to know how to balance them in a disastrous situation. And the little wiggles of the younger weren't even close to that. He let the younger try his best while moving his wrist to increase the race.

Jungkook punched Taehyung's shoulder, “Taehyung, I am serious. Get me down. And you can't just drag me without my consent!” His voice was above the vibrating engine of the bike, clearly hearable by the other.

Taehyung changed the road at the right turn, eyes piercing through the enlightened path by the street lights, “Have you had my consent before performing the dramatics of the past seven months?”

Jungkook went silent at that, his fearful eyes turned large. It will… this is surely a punishment now! He wiggled more but only got a chuckle out of Taehyung's lips. In sheer frustration and guilt, Jungkook just shoved his face into Taehyung's neck and bit him hard.

Taehyung squinted his eyes but didn't hiss out the pain, “Not to mention, I'm counting everything, baby. Every single thing will be returned to your mouth.”

He slowed down the bike when it entered their open garage. As soon as the bike stopped Jungkook was out of Taehyung's hold. His wobbly legs ran for the house door, fingers moving fast to fetch the keys out of his back pocket.

Taehyung took his time while securing the bike and closing the garage before approaching the younger. The small jingling sound snatched Jungkook's attention as he found Taehyung smiling with the keys around his forefinger.

He gritted his teeth and moved away, letting Taehyung open the door. He just has to be fast and push this man aside to go inside and then lock the door of his room, that's it and then he will be safe. Safe from all kinds of schemes running inside his husband's mind.

He did just that when Taehyung opened the door but he couldn't go afar when Taehyung grabbed his arm and threw him over his shoulder.

“Taehyung, get me down!!” He pushed on Taehyung's shoulder blades but the elder made no remarks and locked the door before discarding his shoes. When he started to pull Jungkook's shoes off of his feet, he started to throw his legs away from his touch.

Taehyung still caught them and let the shoes fall on the floor before going inside. Jungkook punched his back again and again, he might be hurting the elder but when Taehyung raised his hand on his ass, his skin burnt under the baggy pants.

“Why? Didn't think about such consequences before provoking me?”

Jungkook grumbled and tossed around till Taehyung brought him down by the wall. With a sudden turn, he was pushed against the wall, one of his cheeks prodding against it. He tried to use his hands but before he could pull away, his hands got pushed above his head.

Taehyung used his strength to shove the younger against the wall, “Don't be scared now. Where did that angry bunny who was missing a ridiculous kiss from his crush?”

“Tae, I was-”

“You were what!?!” Taehyung grabbed Jungkook's shirt and snatched it off of his body. The top beneath was scrunched around the ribs, making his bare stomach squeeze against the cold wall. Jungkook's mouth fell open when he felt teeth on his neck, lips ruining the pale skin.

Taehyung ignored the mewls of the younger and parted his lips to dig his teeth into the soft flesh.

“Argh please, Tae,” Jungkook hissed, heels raising in the air to alleviate the pain.

“You know what's the actual problem here, baby?” Taehyung spoke while kissing the spot he just bit.

He turned the boy around, “You. You are the problem.”

“Do you even know how hard I was trying to forget those things? How hard is it for me to just vanish the memories of you kissing someone else? I must be sounding like an idiot but as I have never tried to be a high-class polished man before so I don't care. I'm trying my best for the sake of our love but you!”

Taehyung pulled away from Jungkook leaving the younger shocked against the wall, “ What did you mean that you probably should ask for another kiss?” Taehyung pushed his hair behind while shaking his head in disappointment.

“It's not true. I was just getting frustrated with your behaviour. You were torturing me, Tae. And I was missing you a lot. And You were the one who mentioned that kiss!” Jungkook's eyes were showing concern and fear altogether.

“Because you were judging me and my way of kissing. This is not what I am asking, baby.” Taehyung closed his eyes and sighed, “ All I want to ask is what's stopping you? If you want to kiss that man, go ahead. I have seen it once, and I will see it again. But don't you ever try to threaten me with it! What would I lose? Nothing that I haven't before.”

Jungkook's entire body was buzzing, he couldn't believe his ears when he heard the words.

“How… how could you even say something like this? It was a moment of frustration when I said it. You are the one that I love, why would I go to someone else?”

“I don't know, probably should ask yourself. People don't suggest something unless they have thoughts about it.” Taehyung was spurting nonsense at this point, brain going a lot dizzier than the talks.

“Tae! Don't you trust me? I know after what I did, Its hard to behave just like before, hard to believe but please -”

“There is nothing like before, baby. And I doubt it will ever be.” Taehyung's feet moved as he took another step back.

But Jungkook pushed himself ahead, eager eyes holding tears at the bay, “I know and I am sorry for creating such circumstances. I know, I am at fault here. You have every right to be angry at me, you can share your disappointment with me, even the sadness. Just don't be silent, please. Your silent love is making me insane, Tae, I would… I would rather accept your loud hate. Please.”

Taehyung's eyes sharpened before he moved his face away. There is a lot, lot of things buried inside his chest that no matter what he says or does… won't be sparing his mind. This is what he was afraid of! Bottling the things inside his head till they burst out one day and hurt the person he loves. And that day has to be today. But no more.

“I will be going to take a shower.” Taehyung left the talks in the middle and moved to their room, leaving the younger with concernful thoughts and teary eyes.

~

Taehyung's body moved on its own as he stripped off the clothes and turned on the shower. He sighed deeply when the cold water glided down his burning body. He should be ashamed of himself for talking to Jungkook like that. His palm smacked the wall abruptly, making the water splash all around the glass cabin.

He is losing the power of controlling his emotions, moreover, the power of controlling them enough to keep his mouth shut but no. One word from the past was enough to instigate his dumb brain to do worse. To do just anything to keep that image away from his mind but he failed, failed every time.

Whenever he kisses his husband a bit longer than a peck, when he hears his love confessions, when he just looks into those wide eyes… a flashback of that day rushes back into his brain, showing him the image of his husband kissing his crush.

To avoid remembering it, he tried to keep his distance from the younger. He knows he will or his words might hurt his husband if he keeps dwelling on it and that's what he did today.

He kept standing under the shower, a foggy mind taking him away from reality. He flinched awake when he felt soapy hands on his back. Although he didn't turn around, he knew who was washing his back.

Jungkook was supporting thick tears on his cheeks when he joined his husband in the shower but thankfully the droplets washed them away for him.

“If you don't trust me enough then why do you keep calling me baby? You used to call me that before the fake divorce.” He asked as he rubbed the back slowly.

“Nothing else suits you enough.”

That gruff voice stopped Jungkook's hands in the middle as the water glided down the broad shoulders, washing the soap along with it. His eyes brimmed with tears again.

Jungkook circled his arms around his husband's waist and hugged him tightly. Their bare bodies touched as the water was pouring down on their heads.

“What should I do?” Jungkook asked, hiding his cries in between his trembling lips, “ Tell me, please. I love you, Tae. I have loved you, only you. No one else. I am ready to do anything you ask me to. Please.”

Jungkook kept hugging Taehyung while tucking his head in between his neck and shoulder.

“All I had asked for was a bit of time, baby.”

Taehyung turned around, and held Jungkook close by his waist, the other hand touching the biting mark on his neck, “ And it's not your fault actually. It's totally a ‘me’ problem. You can blame yourself all you want but it wasn't your fault. You did something that should be done to move me away from the city and it worked as well. Here, we can blame the situation only. And it's my fuçked up brain that's playing with me. The reason why I asked for some time is to let my brain believe today's reality.”

Jungkook sniffled before asking, “ How much time?”

“I don't know.”

“Is this going to be my punishment?”

Taehyung cupped his face and stroked his cheeks with both hands, “If you take it like that then maybe. But it will be better than what you were about to receive.” He curled one of his eyebrows, making Jungkook sniff loudly, “Definitely better.”

Taehyung mimicked his face and hugged the younger, “I am sorry too. I shouldn't have accused you like that. I swear, my mind is not one of my best organs right now.”

Jungkook laughed against his husband's neck and kissed his bite mark, “ How should I heal this organ?”

“Hmm. Filling it up with new memories might help, what say?” Taehyung suggested.

“We can try. How about a vacation?”

“No. The New shop needs me right now.” Taehyung declined while pulling the younger closer.

“Then how about a date in the park?”

“A date?”

“Yes. Next Sunday? I promise it will be worth your time.” Jungkook proposed willingly, hopeful glints burning in his eyes.

“Okay.”

Jungkook smiled, “Really?” His voice was filled with excitement when Taehyung hummed. The elder turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around his hips, throwing one towards Jungkook.

Jungkook caught the towel and nudged Taehyung in the arm, “Not like this. Let me ask properly.”

“My dear husband, would you like to go on a date with me?” He asked while leaning over Taehyung's face.

His absurd wiggling of eyebrows made Taehyung laugh loudly, “Yes, Husband.”

Jungkook hugged Taehyung again and pecked his lips this time. He won't pressure his husband physically, he is glad that Taehyung is trying to indulge himself emotionally. This sharing, it's enough for him. Enough for them as well.

Both of them got out of the shower, Jungkook sat down in front of his dressing table, taking out some ointment while Taehyung plopped down on the bed shamelessly. Not caring for the wet hairs dampening the sheets and towel sliding above his thighs.

Jungkook chuckled while looking at his husband as he applied gel on his neck. He walked towards the bed and treated Taehyung's bruises as well. Taehyung hissed, “You don't have to bite me that hard. You should know that if I really wanted to punish you like that I would have done it way before.”

Jungkook scowled, “ How would I know? I was aware when I provoked you and then the only thing that came to my mind was … that punishment.”

Taehyung snickered, “But you love that punishment, I don't think that's something you should be scared about.”

“I do not love it.”

Taehyung turned on his back and laughed, “Bullshit. Your moans told me a whole other story.”

Jungkook's face flushed, red cheeks quivering, “They were not moans but cries of torture. I don't want to receive it again, that's it.”

“Well, it's simple then. Don't provoke me. You should know where the limit of your tongue lies. Don't you, baby? And as far as I remember, you weren't crying because of torture but for something else for sure.”

Jungkook's eyes travelled down the bare chest of his husband before they caught the sight of the bulge under that towel. He bit the dead skin around the corners of his lips, “Not true.”

Taehyung nodded, he was watching how the younger was eyeing his crotch with captive eyes. He decided to play a little because he has kept the younger… starved for enough time now and a little peak won't hurt anyone. 

He was lying lazily on the bed while Jungkook was sitting beside his knees. So he moved slowly, nothing to raise suspension and parted his legs. The knot of the towel kept holding the towel together while its hems opened around his thighs.

Jungkook wasn't aware of his husband's movement, his eyes were fixed on only one spot. His lips parted when Taehyung raised one of his knees and positioned the sole of his feet on the bed. He gulped thickly when the colossal cock appeared in all of its glory.

It was perfectly shaved, nestled in between the inner thighs. Gorgeous balls bulging out in the open. Jungkook forgot to blink his eyes and shut his mouth as he stared at the cock. After such a long time, he was actually seeing it, missing it wouldn't be a fair justification to his deprived self.

“Argh,” Taehyung stretched himself on the bed and turned on his stomach again, “It was a tiring day, let's sleep. I have to leave for the shop early tomorrow.”

Jungkook sighed as he blinked his gaze away from Taehyung, “Why early?” He asked as he settled on the bed and lay beside his husband.

“Have to deliver some machines.”

“Oh. Should I come for help?” Jungkook asked when he draped a blanket on their barely covered bodies.

“Would you?”

“Yes, We can go together after breakfast. I won't distract you from work, you have my word.” He pointed out as he faced his husband.

Taehyung curled his arm around Jungkook's waist and pulled him closer, “It's a deal then.”

The agreement made Jungkook smile, he tucked his face on Taehyung's chest and closed his eyes. May the new day come with hope and happiness.

~

But the new day will come when the night of charms goes down. Seems like Jungkook was having a problem with it. And seeing such disastrous views before bed didn't help his mind at all.

“Tae, please.” His chest was heaving with deep breaths as he pleaded to his husband. He doesn't deserve this punishment at all. When he saved that boy from drowning he wasn't aware that he was lying to trap him somehow. He wasn't aware that the boy might latch onto his body like a leech.

Okay… he might be aware of his husband's gaze behind him when he ran for help. And he might want to show off his strength or down the road might want to make him jealous. But he meant no harm at all.

The actual problem started when that boy started to smack his lips on his chest. Jungkook dropped him on the sand but the boy took him along, their bodies rolling together.

He pushed the boy again and this time succeeded in freeing himself from the loony limbs of the boys. But he broke out in a cold sweat when he saw Taehyung walking back towards their hotel. No… he can't afford to upset his fiance on their special trip.

But when he entered their room, dripping with sand and water. He didn't expect to see his soon-to-be husband watching some movies calmly.

All turned out to be a facade when Jungkook found himself tied to the bed soon after an hour. His body was buzzing with excitement, maybe the trick worked, maybe he would get some delicious punishment like he had read in some fantasy books.

But he proved wrong when he got nothing at all. Nothing besides that torture.

“Tae, please.” Jungkook said, raising his naked hips in the air, “Please touch me.” Thick tears were rolling down his cheeks as he begged. But Taehyung didn't budge from his position.

Some more begging and finally Jungkook moaned when Taehyung tugged his cock lightly. Jungkook hissed, welcoming everything that could subside the burn on his cock. The tugging increased and when he arched his back, was so close to cum, everything stopped once again.

Jungkook threshed on the bed, moving his hips fuçking the air but nothing helped when his body spasmed a dry orgasm. His abdomen hurt, balls turning blue but Taehyung showed no mercy. At all.

He received three dry orgasms that day and left Jungkook in a crying mess. The build-up and the foreplay were everything that Jungkook ever dreamed of but the ending felt like a nightmare at every orgasm.

Taehyung woke up from his sleep when he heard some movements beside his body. The younger was sleeping but his lips were moving. It made Taehyung frown in concern, what if he was having a nightmare? Taehyung raised himself on one elbow and hovered over Jungkook's face to listen closely.

But what he heard was nothing that could belong to a nightmare.

“Please, Tae. Let me cum, please.”

His sleep vanished in thin air when he heard the younger. He uncovered their bodies and found Jungkook leaking over his stomach. He felt bad for his husband. He shouldn't have teased him.

“It's hurting, Tae. Please.”

Taehyung shook his head, too much for not liking the punishment. Liar. He plopped his face onto his palm and laid on his stomach, focusing fully on his sleepy husband.

He decided to have mercy this time and reached out to tug his leaking cock. The reaction was immediate as Jungkook raised his hips and moaned in sleep. Taehyung moved his wrist and stroked the cock, he should not leave the younger in the middle this time. After all, no one deserves to wake up to blue balls.

The short mewls turned into gasps when Jungkook fucked Taehyung's hand like some inexperienced virgin. His hands were lying beside his head, he could use them to get off but his unconscious mind indeed was working and playing the day of punishment inside his head.

His body jerks when his cock spurts out the waves of orgasm. Taehyung wiped his hand all over Jungkook's bare stomach and cupped his own cock which hardened after watching the younger rutting his hand. He stroked himself and wouldn't need anything else when the boy of his dreams was lying naked in front of him. The same boy who was begging for this cock even in his sleep. The same boy who looks at him with wide hungry eyes. He will let Jungkook devour his cock someday, yeah, some day.

Taehyung bit his lips when the orgasm neared, he raised on his knees and pointed at Jungkook's cock while jerking off. He ruined that cock and Jungkook's stomach once again, the liquids combining and sliding over the pale skin.
He wiped his hand on Jungkook's thighs and covered him with a towel. The younger should witness his art of night in the morning, shouldn't he?

He cleaned his hand with his own towel and threw it on the ground. He didn't forget to drape the blankets in between his floaty movements. He should keep doing such practices at night if his brain and body finally could shut off. And Jungkook might agree to it as well.

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