"I believe I owe you a date, handsome," Jungkook said, smoothly, standing at Taehyung's door and holding a pink rose.

Taehyung, who'd just opened the door, giggled and took the rose.

"I believe so," he replied.

"Ready to go, then?" Jungkook smiled, holding his arm out for Taehyung.

Taehyung nodded, and hooked his arm into Jungkook's as he left his house, locking it.

"I thought we could take a stroll through the park before heading to the restaurant," Jungkook said, "how does that sound, honey?"

Taehyung grinned, kissing Jungkook's cheek.

"That sounds lovely," he replied.

It has been two weeks since their trip, and finally they were both free, both having time to go on that promised date.

Jungkook, at the office, had clumsily asked Taehyung out, causing a sort of scene.

"U-um, ah, uh, erm, will you, uh, g-go out with me, please?" He asked, holding a pink rose out to Taehyung, who was sitting in his cubicle.

"Erm, I really like you and would be honored if you went on a date with me. So, uh, erm, what do you say, Taehyung?"

And Taehyung had giggled for ten minutes straight, holding the rose as if it was attached to him, as he recounted the event to everyone in the office who was willing to listen.

"You're much more charming this time around," Taehyung teased, patting Jungkook's butt affectionately.

Jungkook blushed, and glared down at Taehyung.

"Hey," he said, "I'll have you know, me being nervous to ask you out was the highest form of flattery."

Taehyung giggled, rolling his eyes, "okay, Jungkook-ah. Believe what you will."

They walked through the park hand in hand, Taehyung holding his new pink rose, and talked about mundane, everyday things, such as getting the groceries, dusting, how annoying it is when there's no toilet paper left on the roll- Jungkook had gotten hilariously passionate about that last one, and all Taehyung could do was giggle fondly at him.

As they got to the restaurant, Jungkook pulled Taehyung's chair out for him, pushing it back in before getting to his own chair.

"You look simply ravishing tonight, Taehyung, honey," Jungkook said, looking at Taehyung's marvelous maroon suit.

"As do you, my dear," Taehyung replied, taking in Jungkook's tan suit.

Jungkook batted his eyes at Taehyung, both of them breaking into quiet laughter.

All too soon, Jungkook was walking Taehyung back to his house.

They made it to the doorstep, and stood there for a moment.

"This has been the best date I've been on," Taehyung admitted, shyly.

"Really?" Jungkook asked, "well, I'm glad you enjoyed it, honey. I look forward to the date you take me on."

Taehyung giggled, "I'll do it more sophisticated than you, for sure."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Jungkook grinned.

"And thank you for walking me back," Taehyung said, and then began rambling about how it was unnecessary but a very gentlemanly gesture that made him feel giddy but he felt guilty because Jungkook had to pass his apartment complex on the way to Taehyung's house.

Jungkook cut off his ramblings when he leaned forward, grabbing Taehyung's chin gently, and softly attached their lips together.

Taehyung's words were cut off abruptly, but he wrapped his arms around Jungkook's neck immediately, kissing Jungkook back.

It was soft and sweet, but the passion was coursing through their lips, flowing between their bodies and through their veins nonetheless.

When they separated, Taehyung had giggled and hid his face in Jungkook's chest.

"Did you expect that?" Jungkook teased, holding Taehyung close.

"No," Taehyung replied, "you were smooth with it."

They kissed once more before their departure, the both of them already missing the other's presence.

~

"Mr. Jeon Jungkook?" Taehyung asked, walking up to Jungkook's cubicle.

It was another week after Jungkook had taken Taehyung out.

"I believe this belongs to you?"

Jungkook turned and grinned, seeing taehuing holding a flower stem that had little white flowers blooming all down it.

He took it gratefully, and his cheeks heated up as Taehyung stared at him.

"Jungkook, I've like you for quiet some time. There's just this, this charming aura to you, and I would love to get to know you more and explore that aura of yours. Will you go on a date with me?"

It was Jungkook who was giggling now, hiding behind the flowers with flushed cheeks.

"I would love to, Taehyung."

And Taehyung had taken him to an art museum.

They wore casual, but classy, clothes, and held hands as they took their time at each exhibit, telling each other they wanted to read each plaque. But, in reality, they wanted to spend as much time together on this date as they could.

Finally, after three hours of extensively reading each plaque in the large museum, they were walking out.

"This was an amazing date, honey," Jungkook said, his arm around Taehyung's shoulder as he pulled him closer, kissing his head, "thank you."

"I had an amazing time, Jungkook," Taehyung replied, "would you like to come over? I don't think I'm quite ready to leave you yet."

Jungkook smiled down at the shy boy, and leaned down to capture his lips in a dashingly sweet kiss.

"I would love to," he said, "I didn't want to leave you, either."

They had gotten to Taehyung's house, by Taehyung's car as the museum was far, and had initially sat in the living room.

But, as their steaming mugs of herbal tea went down, their arousal went up.

Jungkook was sitting close to Taehyung, and had been caressing his thigh the whole time they'd been there, innocently at first.

But then, he began caressing it more sensually, going higher until his finger hit his waist.

Taehyung had unbuttoned the top three buttons of his flowy top, and Jungkook had watched it slowly slipping down, until it fell off of his shoulder, his golden skin on show.

They set their mugs down once their tea was gone, and Taehyung was trying to keep up the conversation they were having, but he was continually looking down at Jungkook's lips, which he was biting.

They both had growing bulges in their pants, and finally, when Jungkook accidentally brushed over Taehyung's, causing the boy to whimper, he pounced.

He leaned forward and grabbed Taehyung's face softly, gently, cradling it as he held Taehyung's dainty waist with the other hand, bringing their lips together fervently.

Taehyung whimpered again, and his hands went up to grip Jungkook's big forearms.

"Take me to bed," Taehyung whispered against the younger's lips.

Jungkook complied, and easily let his hands go underneath Taehyung, picking him up with his hands under his butt, carrying him like he was weightless.

"The room at the end of the hall," Taehyung said, before reattaching their lips.

Jungkook squeezed Taehyung's butt as he walked down the hall carefully, looking past Taehyung's head to watch where he was going, afraid he'd hurt the older.

He made it to Taehyung's bedroom, and set him carefully down on the bed, crawling on top of the boy and kissing him once more, briefly, before pulling back.

"What do you want, honey? Tell me," he whispered, caressing Taehyung's face.

"I want you," Taehyung replied, "I want you to fuck into me slow and hard, let me feel every inch of you, every crevice. Wanna feel your warm cum filling me so deep that it stays in me."

Jungkook groaned at the dirty filth spoken from soft lips.

"I just have one condition," he uttered, staring into Taehyung's beautiful deep honey eyes.

"What is it?" Taehyung asked, staring back with the same intensity.

"Will you do me the honors of being mine?" Jungkook asked, resting his forehead against Taehyung's, "be my boyfriend?"

Taehyung grinned, and lifted his head slightly to attach their lips, more playfully then previously, before pulling away, "I would love to be your boyfriend. Will you be mine?"

"I want nothing more."

Their clothes were removed softly.

Jungkook removed Taehyung's clothing like they were priceless silk, and admired his body more than any of the art they'd seen at the museum today.

"They should put you an a pedestal at the museum, honey," he whispered, "you're the prettiest piece of art I've layed my eyes on."

Taehyung blushed, and kissed Jungkook again.

Jungkook was slowly kissing down Taehyung's body in no time, lifting his legs up and spreading them, kissing down the length of his cock, down to his balls, his scrotum, and finally to his hole, where he kissed along the rim before licking it sensually, staring up at Taehyung who was watching with heated intensity.

As Jungkook began plunging his tongue into Taehyung's quivering hole, he wrapped a hand around Taehyung's weeping cock, stroking it leisurely.

Taehyung's back had arched off his bed, and one of his hands had gotten tangled in Jungkook's hair, the other toying with his pebbled nipples.

"S-So good, Jungkook," he whimpered, squeezing his nipple harshly as Jungkook opened him with his tongue, licking along his walls as he stroked his cock affectionately.

"I'm adding a finger, my love," Jungkook whispered, and slicked his forefinger with lube before spitting on Taehyung's hole.

Taehyung groaned, and put his hand over Jungkook's, so that they could both jerk him off gently.

Jungkook slowly began to insert his finger into Taehyung's wet hole, causing the boy to whimper incessantly.

He thrusted in and out after a moment, and Taehyung's whimpers went up a pitch.

Jungkook slowly worked Taehyung up to four fingers, adding another only when Taehyung would beg for it.

And finally, he was slipping all four out, wiping his hand on the sheets.

"Ready, love?" He asked quietly, leaning down to push Taehyung's hair from his damp forehead, kissing it gently before he moves down to kiss his lips.

"I'm ready," Taehyung whimpered, "I'm ready, Jungkook, please."

Jungkook lubed his cock, and was soon holding Taehyung's hand, using his free hand to guide his cock to the boy's hole, gently pushing in.

They looked in each other's eyes.

Taehyung's eyes fluttered as he tried to keep them open, his lip trapped between his teeth, his brows furrowed.

"Feel good?" Jungkook asked softly, using the hand that had guided his cock to now cup the side of Taehyung's face, leaning down to capture the boys' lips as he pressed their hips together.

"Feel s' good," Taehyung muttered against Jungkook's lips, kissing him fervently.

Jungkook pressed Taehyung's hand into the pillow next to his head, and lifted himself back up, grabbing Taehyung's thigh with his other and pressing it to his chest.

He started to pull out, and then pushed back in gently, solidly, a second before his tip popped out.

Taehyung moaned, and stared up at Jungkook with a dark, lustful expression.

"Faster," he demanded softly.

So Jungkook thrusted into Taehyung again, faster, and again.

He set up a rhythm, not too fast and not too hard at the start, until Taehyung was freely whimpering, freely begging for more.

Jungkook sped up, went harder.

Soon, after more pleads from the boy beneath him, he was pounding into Taehyung, fucking him hard into his bed.

"Fuck, Jungkook!" Taehyung whined, "ah-feels s' good, so good!"

"Yeah?" Jungkook asked, "you like that, love?"

Taehyung nodded frantically, and his head fell to the side, his eyes screwed shut, bouncing up and down his mattress.

Jungkook was afraid the boy would be rocked too hard and hit his head on his headboard, so he placed a hand on the top of Taehyung's head, smoothing through his brown locks.

Taehyung grabbed Jungkook's shoulders, and pulled him down, roughly attaching their lips together.

He kissed him fervently, and wrapped his arms around Jungkook's shoulders, neck, and wrapped his legs around his waist.

The new angle made Jungkook hit his prostate head-on, and had the boy rolling his eyes and whimpering.

"Harder, Jungkook, ah!" He begged.

Jungkook thrusted harder, and could feel his release creeping up as he listened to Taehyung's desperate whines, whimpers, and moans.

He kissed the boy senseless, gripping his hair as he pounded into him.

"I'm close, J-Jungkook, close!" Taehyung warned.

Jungkook brought a hand down, and began stroking Taehyung's cock in time with his thrusts.

Taehyung's back arched off the bed, and his orgasm came on strong and sudden.

"Ahh, f-fuck Jungkook-ah, ah, I-I love you, I love you, fuck- ahhhhmmm!"

Jungkook came soon after, thrusting hard into Taehyung before keeping himself deep inside the boy, clinging to him tightly, humping into him as he pumped cum into Taehyung.

He collapsed on top of Taehyung, who was panting and sweaty.

The boy wrapped his arms around Jungkook's head and ran his fingers through his hair, both men catching their breath.

"I love you, too, Taehyung," Jungkook muttered, and pressed a kiss to Taehyung's ear, then his cheek.

"D-Did I say that?" Taehyung flushed.

"Mhmmm," Jungkook hummed, tired.

"Oh," Taehyung said, quietly, and continued carding his hands through his hair, "I do love you, Jungkook."

"And I do love you," Jungkook said, before pulling away from Taehyung's neck, where he'd buried his face.

He smiled down at the boy, kissing his forehead softly.

He cupped Taehyung's face softly, a gentle smile on his lips as he brushed the hair from the older's forehead, before placing another kiss to it.

"I love you," Taehyung muttered, staring into Jungkook's eyes.

"I love you, Taehyung," Jungkook whispered in reply, "thank you for loving me. And thank you for letting me love you."