hi loves, sorry this took forever oof also sorry idk what possessed me to write such a fat chapter (not me fat shaming my chapters but space chapter 1 is quaking) <3

comment if you wanna, i'd love to know what you think! <3

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To Jeongguk, the world was a frangible little palette.

Tangible and serene.

People crowded in his life like the summative splotches of water on a paper made to withstand. Gradually, as time passed at the pace it should, a painting would blossom at the tip of a brush.

Though even watercolour paper would furrow under the burden of too much paint.

People, like those colours, waned like the moon. Their coming and going transposing like the drifting seasons. They arrived concomitantly with the Spring breeze, fuchsia blossoms and salty sea gales. They left with the burnt sienna cinders of a January fire and umber, wrinkled leaves in free fall during Autumn.

A cycle, a passing, their colours bore the wind, the wind that embraced him, their hues staining his own.

He was growing, like anyone his age; his colours were diverging like the branches of a young oak tree. His world seemed to burst with this colour, this frivolous joy of waltzing flamboyancy, that he called the sky above his head. The ravishing watercolours that dared to flood his chaste heart.

Three were his primary pigments. Yellow, his mother, his family and his warmth. Yellow- for optimism. Blue, his grandfather- for comfort and wisdom, reassurance and strength... and red- red for realism.

Red for Taehyung.

When his mind awoke, Jeongguk saw red.

Jeongguk saw his reality.

It was the shriveled silhouette of fall, the sun waltzing dandily across his tinted retinas, branding itself into the veins of his lashes.

But when he really opened his eyes and his tired gaze met the ceiling, his surroundings unfamiliar yet he felt like he'd been here before, the colours struck a nerve, de ja vu.

He'd been here a hundred times, he'd been here forever.

Forever felt like a heartbeat, he didn't feel it but it passed as the seconds did, silent and monotonous; melancholy but Jeongguk heard it like the twinkling of a wind chime.

He heard everything, saw everything just as well. If not better.

Musky white swimming about his peripherals and buttery golden rays slathering its hands across the ceiling. The apple red of his cheeks grinning against the molten gold exuding from the checkered blinds of the curtains' aperture.

His heart felt light, his breath felt lighter.

Jeongguk felt like he was floating.

And his body felt like it was sinking in an ocean of cotton clouds.  His mouth felt the need to smile, tucked up in these alien sheets with the smell Taehyung clinging to him, feeling at home more than he'd ever felt in his short, not-so-eventful life.

He felt like he wasn't supposed to be feeling whatever it was he felt.

Certainly not with the man who's bed he had so cheekily occupied late last night.

That was the thing.

The mere audacity that Jeon Jeongguk had to take things that certainly didn't belong to him.

Though Taehyung had somewhat claimed him, though he'd seen a side of him that Jeongguk hadn't let anyone see before, it didn't seem enough to stop him from blushing. Nothing did really.

Not with Taehyung.

Oh, fuck.

He thought, cheeks burning like two ripe cherries as he turned to bury his face further into his blanket.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He squeezed his eyes shut tight. Scrunching up his face in grimace, he rather stupendously decided that he'd have to confront himself before he confronted Taehyung.

I'm naked.

And that he certainly was.

Now, he hadn't planned this of course.

He hadn't planned to stealthily sneak into Mr Kim's bedroom night.

He hadn't planned to rip his clothes off over his head and snuggle up like a puppy next to his teacher's hot body. He hadn't planned to hog the duvet or snore or throw his lanky arm across Taehyung's chest, or his thick thigh across his torso- these things just seemed to happen these days.

He'd convinced himself that it was unintentional.

To be honest, he'd kissed him. He didn't know what luck he'd pulled out of his unflattering arse that day but God help him, he'd snogged the shit out of his teacher.

He'd slept with him before. Why was it so difficult to comprehend waking up to him now?

Oh yeah, because things had gotten a little more... how should we put it?

Sentimental.

When Jeongguk talked to him, he felt at peace.

At peace with the world, at peace with his family, his friends and at peace with himself. He was comforting, his presence, Taehyung was irreplaceable- a serenity that Jeongguk could never repay.

What he'd have to reconcile, what he'd have to pay in reparation, Jeongguk didn't know as of yet. Despite it, he was prepared for anything.

That, and it was also Taehyung's birthday.

Of course, Jeongguk had gotten him a birthday present.

He was at least that courteous. Unfortunately, it was a little on the lame side, so if he was going to make Taehyung fall for him, he'd have to muster up a little more courage than one would deem necessary.

Mind you, he hadn't planned to do whatever it was he did last night for that matter he'd rehearsed what he was going to tell Taehyung when he woke up.

He'd tell him it was an accident.

That... he was a sleep walker. That he thought it was his room? That he thought that it was normal to sleep naked. That when he had a nightmare he often slept next to his mum and he thought Taehyung was his mum- actually scratch the last one-

Actually, bollocks- he totally had planned it all out.

And he'd thought over ever possible scenario to deal with the morning awkwardness. He'd put on his most sexiest, most promiscuously, seductively enchanting voice and offer him a big fat birthday kiss and he'd get in his knickers for sure. No, fuck, vice versa, Jeongguk would get Taehyung to bang him and they'd ride away into the sunset happily ever after.

Jeon Jeongguk had thought of absolutely everything.

Expect perhaps one thing...

His morning breath.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Apparently, it was too late now.

Taehyung was already staring at him from the threshold of his little en suit bathroom. He was awake, showered and dressed.

The teen certainly had to take notes because... fuck.

He was sublime.

Today, Kim Taehyung's palette held magenta kisses, aqua teal silks of a lavender blouse, ecru taupe tapestry of quaint dress slacks and unruly midnight hair- curled and cured, bathing in the morning heat. Strong, sturdy shoulders leaned callously against the door frame, they led to a dip of a collar bone where a rockpool of wine-white light had drifted and settled, diffracting across the expanse of his long neck that led to a gentle, carved jaw. The valley of a relaxed cupid's bow resting playfully atop a pair of lusciously upholstered garnet lips that had tilted themselves into a moon-lit half smile. Above them, stood a slender nose, balanced between the even expanse of the floodplain that were his maple syrup cheeks. At the mouth of the river, were two round, almond shaped boats. Encrusted diamonds adorned their sails, his lashes.  His irises, gilded and bright, held a kaleidoscope of emotion, a maroon-beige typhoon of colour. Golden specs of the sun frolicking amidst the eyes of the hurricane that were his pitch dark pupils. His brows, two cumulonimbus clouds descending on his vessels like a brewing storm.

He stood proudly, for Taehyung was everything that Jeongguk had ever wanted in a man.

Literally... fuck.

Did he know that the teen was awake?

That he had very much opened his eyes, comprehended that he was naked and was staring up at the ceiling like a log, contemplating whatever he had to do to get out of this sticky situation?

Jeongguk tried to move his heavy limbs, but he couldn't. As though Taehyung's pinning gaze wouldn't let him.

Lord, have mercy on me and my asshole. He had the nerve to think.

Wait, why would he ever fuck me in the first place?

Eating me out is one thing but I don't think it'll go any further. That's right gguk, calm your tits or you'll embarrass yourself more than you've ever done before.

And Jeongguk had the tendency of embarrassing himself a lot lately.

This time it's not going to be like that. This time, you're getting the upper hand, don't do shit you'll instantly regret, you moron.

No calling Taehyung when you're horny, no wanking in a room you know he's about to walk into, no phone sex, no- fuck, I'm getting hard just thinking about it. Wonder if he'll notice the tent in my duvet-

"Sweetheart." Taehyung called out tenderly.

Jeongguk jolted out of his little trance and, haphazardly, fell out of bed.

He landed- not so gracefully- with a loud thump against the cool wood of the floorboards, an unprecedented groan tumbling from his dry lips.

"Ow." He mumbled against his duvet that had thankfully cushioned his face.

Never mind getting the upper hand you absolute thot, Jeongguk. Taehyung was awake, showered and dressed and you're butt naked with no shame.

Absolutely no shame in the world.

But...

'sweetheart'

Sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart.

His voice, dear Lord it's going to be the death of me.

Taehyung's voice was a brewing storm smothered in honey. Husky, rough around the edges, hoarse but in the sweetest, most gentle way.

The need for Jeongguk to be anything but himself fizzled away with the sound of those two syllables that had left Taehyung's lips that sunny morning.

It felt like, a calm before the storm.  A utopia that would never cease. He loved it when he called him that. Did Taehyung know? How much it meant to him, how much he needed to hear it?

He was Taehyung's sweetheart, and that's the way it would always be.

Jeongguk gingerly lifted his head, leaning against his elbows as his doe eyes peered over the mountain of cushions that had collapsed on top of his little belly.

His gaze settled on Taehyung's body, carefully crouched over him with concern illustrated across his perfect features, brows knitted together with caution.

"Are you okay, love?" Taehyung whispered. He tilted his head to the side, cloudy hair drifting across his forehead.

Fuckkkk, he sounded so hot in the morning.

Taehyung chuckled quietly, pearly teeth on show. Jeongguk watched his Adam's Apple bob in the light.

Please don't tell me I said that out loud.

"F-fine." The teen muttered inaudibly, pursing his lips together at the thought of kissing Taehyung with his morning breath.

The audacity, Jeongguk.

Taehyung smiled softly, it was kind and beautiful.

Taehyung was beautiful.

"Happy birthday." Jeongguk added quickly, cheeks scarlet. Partially because he was hot and partially because he could feel something embarrassing coming out of his crude mouth.

The more he kept his lips shut, the better.

Taehyung watched him for a few, eternal seconds.

Jeongguk blushed even harder when Taehyung brought out a large, god-crafted hand to stroke his hair. It seemed as though Taehyung couldn't care less that he was sprawled across the floor.

None of that seemed to matter either because all of a sudden, the teen forgot how to breathe.

Jeongguk's breath hitched quietly, skin sizzling at the brush of the older man's knuckles against his cheek at his featherlight touches, at the dance of his fingers against the hollow of his ear. He always handled him like glass, brittle and fragile ceramic that would shatter in an instance.

His lashes momentarily shut, body purring against Taehyung's sweet touch. He leaned into it, needing more.

Needing him to never stop.

"Thank you." Taehyung said, eyes shining with gratitude.

Much to Jeongguk's dismay, he removed his hand almost as suddenly as he had placed it there.

Subtly, Taehyung's eyes wandered over Jeongguk's bare shoulders, down slightly to his chest before they came back up to his face.

Amused, the man's eyes held amusement.

The teen gulped.

He had to explain.

"I sleep walk, and I thought you were my mum." The boy blurted out.

What?

Taehyung blinked.

Fuck.

Shit, say something you pagan.

"I m-m-mean it was cold last night and I thought- uh, well, I want- no, wanted to sleep with you- no wait, forget I said that... I thought you wouldn't mind if I slipped into you-" he rambled. But everything he said just seemed to be digging himself a bigger hole.

His hole was already dangerously large.

Taehyung stared at him.

"-into your bed I mean, not you- fuck, I mean, I am sort of into you but, no wait-" he sputtered, exasperated.

Well, this was going terribly!

Jeongguk lowkey wanted to cry.

Instead, he sighed in defeat, lowering his head with remorse.

"Happy birthday, Taehyung." He repeated shamefully.

Taehyung paused for a second, Jeongguk wondering what he was going to say.

Couldn't be anything good, surely.

He's gonna dump me, I can feel it in my pectorals.

Wait, lmao, you weren't even together in the first place, Jeongguk.

"What would you like for breakfast, darling?" Taehyung asked delicately.

Oh God, he's so manly.

"Porridge." The boy squeaked out. Had Taehyung heard him? Jeongguk feverishly hoped that he had not.

"And tea?" Taehyung stood up, checking his watch. As though everything that Jeongguk had said had somehow wafted out of his perfectly shaped ears.

"Two sugars." Jeongguk cried.

This was supposed to be the other way around!

Jeongguk had planned it all out. He'd surprise Taehyung with a birthday kiss and while he showered, the younger would hop down stairs and make him a lovely breakfast and Taehyung would be ever so pleased with him.

Just like he always was, Jeongguk was Taehyung's good boy and he wanted him to be happy. He'd be so proud of him and it would make Jeongguk smile so hard that his face would hurt with pure glee.

He hadn't planned to oversleep, really that wasn't on the agenda.

Craning his neck to watch as Taehyung wandered over to make the bed, Jeongguk wondered what was on Taehyung's mind.

There was some awkward fumbling of the pillows and large hands pulling at the bed spread until Jeongguk had realized that Taehyung had realized that half of the bed was still on top of Jeongguk, a clumsy attempt of protecting his modesty.

He couldn't exactly make the bed if Jeongguk was wearing three-quarters of it.

Jeongguk rustled under the duvet, jolting up like a rocket at the thought of Taehyung asking him to pass it to him. He scrambled to his feet in an instant, coughing awkwardly and clutching the flimsy cloth between his little hands.

The least he could was ensure that it cocooned his lower region.

"Y-you know what, I think I'm going to take a cold show-shower." Jeongguk blushed.

Why were they so awkward? Taehyung had literally stuck his tongue down his arse the other night!

"Okay, sweet." Taehyung replied. He was still staring at him with a smile in his eyes that had Jeongguk frozen to the ground like a statue.

God, he had to stop eye-fucking him like that.

"Okie dokie, then." Jeongguk nodded, gulping against the nervous knot in his throat, swearing to God that he felt a solitary drop of sweat trickle down the slope of his neck.

He clutched onto his duvet for dear life.

I fucking hate morning wood.

A few seconds passed of staring.

And a few more.

"Alright, I'm just gonna- um..." he inhaled, trailing off and absently pointing at the door that stood slightly ajar.

And a few more seconds until Jeongguk had blinked and accurately concluded that Taehyung wasn't going to budge.

So he decided that it would be a good idea to start side-stepping (disjointedly shuffling) to the bathroom door.

He made it a few steps across the room without falling over, a miraculous feat if he did say so himself. The duvet dragged behind him like a wedding trail, hot on his heel. He was nearly there. He was going to make it. God, he deserved a pat on the back after this-

Jeongguk paused at the sound of quiet footsteps behind him.

Taehyung...

Taehyung was hot on his heel too.

As he turned his neck slightly, he was met with the feel of Taehyung's temperate breath on his nape.

Fuck.

Jeongguk swallowed, eyelids shutting as he inhaled.

Terribly close. The teen's muscles tensed.

He smelt expensive.

Sandalwood and pine of a dewy winter's forest. A touch of simple deodorant and smelted cherry and apple blossom shampoo that his skin had soaked up. Mixed together with a tinge of latent after-shave.

Jeongguk's hairs stood erect, a curtain of hot, minty air drifting steadily across his bare skin.

Oh Lord, he was so close.

"H-hello." the tiny boy stuttered bashfully, lashes fluttering with surprise.

Taehyung was so beautiful up close.

He knew it too, knew the effect that he had on him.

He leaned down, ever so slowly.

"It'll be time for our flight soon, Ggukie." He began lowly, eyeing the boy's bare body.

Suddenly, the room was scorching.

Ggukie. Ggukie. Ggukie.

Jeongguk's skin, thoughts, his mind. Everything was burning. His feet stopped, head spinning with sudden need.

Jeongguk cowered under his intense stare.

"Hmm." he hummed softly, chewing on his lower lip.

Taehyung was watching him chew it, almost as shamelessly as Jeongguk was standing there. Stood there not knowing what to do with himself. He didn't think he ever would.

He felt more naked than he already was. His raven curls stuck to his forehead with morning sweat, a red-hot blush creeping stealthily up his neck, spreading down to his navel. He was so hot.

Did Taehyung know?

Could he sense it?

How much he needed to lean up and kiss him?

Did Jeongguk want to leave? No. Did he have an option? No.

"We could always stay." The younger suggested softly, yet bold. He never knew where this confidence would come from in these times.

But as soon as he had said it, his voice lowered to a sullen whisper, eyes boring into the floor with regret. He lowered his head shyly, looking anywhere but at Taehyung. Anywhere but at Taehyung because if Jeongguk looked at him, he wouldn't be able to stop.

He never stopped.

It never really worked because soon enough, Jeongguk felt two strong fingers lift up his small chin.

He, inevitably, found his eyes straying selfishly towards him.

Straying until his gaze was level with his own and he found himself staring right into his gorgeous, striking sun-lit eyes.

A disdainful smirk adorned Taehyung's ruby lips.

Lord, it was a cruel and wicked thing.

And it was all for him, too.

The older brought out a long, strong arm to dexterously corner him against a wall that Jeongguk had already unconsciously backed himself into.

He wasn't breathing.

Couldn't.

Not with Taehyung above him, looking at him like that. Making him feel so small.

This was Taehyung's world and Jeongguk was his pawn.

He liked it that way.

The teen felt his shoulder blades tense against the cool surface, his body pressed up tightly, his lungs struggling for a breath. His chest constricted as Taehyung's frame reinforced his own, smaller one.

He was glad because he felt like he was about to fall, his knees would buckle and he'd melt into the floor.

Jeongguk had nowhere to run, nowhere to go.

Jeongguk didn't want to go.

If he had the choice, he'd stay here for eternity with Taehyung by his side.

Here, he felt like he had his universe to himself. Taehyung, his galaxies, his planets, his sun and stars, and moons.

His everything.

And when he spoke, those planets moved.

His universe expanded with every cumulative word.

"And what would we do, sweet?" The taller asked softly, ever so careful. His voice was like sin, guilty pleasures that Jeongguk had indulged in; ink that had ruthlessly painted his untainted body.

Jeongguk wanted to draw a world with that very ink.

"Anything you'd like." He breathed, doe eyes heavy with a lust that couldn't be explained.

The crown of his head collided with the cold wall behind him, shoulders sinking and shivering at the stark contrast of their skin, their warmth, their precious infinite touches.

As he craned his neck and took Taehyung in, he found himself lost for words at the sight of him. He only wanted one thing.

He bared his thin neck for him, wanting him to claim it, to take him.

"Anything?" Taehyung teased him, tilting his head to whisper into his ear. Jeongguk stilled at the feeling of his nose against his lobe.

If Jeongguk shut his eyes tight, he could picture him.

He could see the whorls of his curved nose and eyes, he could paint the curved meadow of his thick lips nestled above his nude shoulder. His chin grazing his clavicle, his fingers wandering over the pyramidal ascent of the trapezius muscles of his lithe, svelte figure.

Jeongguk nodded slowly, gaze absent. Breath at halt.

"Well..." He began huskily. He was taunting, just the way Jeongguk loved it and would always need him to be. The way he would always be for him. "Why don't we start with my birthday present, sweetheart?"

Jeongguk's breath stopped dead in his throat at the feeling of a cold hand wrapping itself tightly around his own thin, breakable wrist.

"S-Sir?" Jeongguk muttered, hooded eyes heavy in a weighted trance.

He panted against the sheer weight of Taehyung's body resting against his own, the weight of their hearts beating as one.

A system in equilibrium, balanced and even, complementing each other till the end of time. At the touch of their sweet chests, the dire brush of their foreheads.

He couldn't think straight.

What was he saying? What would Jeongguk say? He didn't know, didn't have the energy to comprehend anything other than the fact that Taehyung was looking at him the way no one would look at him.

Jeongguk knew that Taehyung was his forever.

He had nothing to give him, Jeongguk didn't know what he could ever want from him-

"You, baby," Taehyung mumbled gently against Jeongguk's buttermilk skin. A hand roughly threaded through his locks. It tugged sharply at his strands, head craning back and throat jutting out for Taehyung. Jeongguk's heart halted in his this chest, a gasp leaving his chaste lips. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to unwrap you."

The teen couldn't speak.

His words were clogged in his throat, choked up, and refusing to come out. Every time he tried to open his mouth, he found himself swallowing, trying to focus on simply breathing.

Taehyung. Taehyung. Taehyung. Taehyung.

He just needed to breathe before anything else.

Taehyung knew what he was doing to him. He'd always known and Jeongguk had been blind to it. It was so obvious now, and this reality was frighteningly attractive.

He didn't really know why he said what he had said next. But Jeongguk wasn't filled with regret anymore. He chose to embrace his words.

After all, what harm could they do?

"Well, I'm afraid I've already unwrapped myself, Mr Kim." he dared.

And it seemed, in that very second, that Kim Taehyung did not need to be told twice.

His eyes flickered with understanding.

With no forewarning, the older male harshly yanked the duvet from Jeongguk's weak grasp and readily discarded it somewhere across the floor.

And just like that, he was unclothed and exposed before him. Every inch of his skin on show, nothing to conceal, nothing to hide. Taehyung's eyes drank him in like he was sweet wine on a saccharine summer's eve.

Jeongguk didn't care that Taehyung still had his clothes on. He didn't care about anything other than the intention behind Taehyung's actions. The intention being that Taehyung wanted to touch him and touch him he would.

He could feel his pulse in his wrist, his blood rushing through his head like a roaring river of adrenaline.

He cared for none of it. All he could hear was their breath between them, the thump of his heart.

Taehyung's hand, still tightly enveloping Jeongguk's own willing wrist, tugged the boy inside the bathroom. There was a glint in his eye that Jeongguk was all too familiar with. This dark fire that swam about his iris when Taehyung was aroused, one that Jeongguk would never tire of.

Jeongguk wondered if Taehyung could hear his pulse too, pounding in sync to his wild, frantic heartbeat.

The older slammed the door shut tight, the teen jumping at the force, at the echo of the din that bounced off the walls.

Taehyung swung his arm around, the boy turning sharply on his heel as his body was dragged forward. He spun till he had dug his feet into the floor to stop. His chest rose and fell as he panted, sweat trickling down his chin. The smaller braced his small hands against the sink cabinet, head hung low with a blistering blush on his cheeks.

The bathroom was hot.

But Jeongguk's body felt like fire.

When he tentatively lifted his head to look up...

Jeongguk saw his own blurred, virginal reflection in the clouded mirror above the sink.

It stared back at him, someone he saw every day.

Though right now, he was such a stranger. Someone he didn't want to see, someone he wished he'd never seen before, because behind him, was Kim Taehyung.

Twice his height, size, beauty. Broader, stronger muscles, a jawline that Jeongguk wanted, lips that were so full. So kissable. Even his body, pressed up and firm against his back was perfection. Jeongguk's cherry cheeks blooming scarlet with the thought of how feeble he looked in front of him. How weak, how pathetically submissive.

Eyes lined with silver tears of arousal, hair plastered with sweat to his forehead, these tiny lips that barely held a breath in this world, red and bitten and chapped but wet, wet and soft. A jawline that had yet to develop, bone that had yet to fill his skin. These thick lashes that gave him a girlish glow and a tiny dimple that appeared when he pursed his lips together in contemplation. His palette held fawny beige, gold and galvanized grey steel. Tawny essences and olive highlights, chocolate of his small, erect nipples, sloped inclines of mellow, tan skin. Such a stark contrast to Taehyung's radiant colours behind him. Nonchalant, he had his hands in his pocket and his brows lowered, not a care in the world.

How beautiful.

"Look at yourself." Taehyung growled down his shoulder. He too was staring at him, at his body. Jeongguk didn't know whether to feel ashamed or aroused. Taehyung looked nothing but hungry.

Instead, Jeongguk focused on his tone, his warmth, the way he was pressed up against him. The cold hands on his hips that gripped him in ways that Jeongguk had never dared to dream.

The hands that made him feel like he belonged.

Those hands left cinders in their wake, branding their outline into his bronze skin. They seemed so dire, touching him, teasing him. His long, veined fingers dancing across his skinny, concaved waist.

"Look at you." Taehyung repeated. He wanted Jeongguk to look at himself. The teen felt teeth nibble at his ear, when he looked in the mirror, he saw Taehyung's tongue reach out to slide painfully slowly across it. Heat brewed in his lower region. "So fucking gorgeous." he purred.

A small whimper left Jeongguk's lips in reply.

Taehyung thought he was pretty.

"Though I think it's terribly rude of you, sweetheart." Taehyung murmured against his quivering shoulder. His hand followed the dip of his navel, the V-shaped line that lead to his groin. Jeongguk couldn't think straight. He couldn't think at all. He just focused on his voice, his voice, his voice. God. "To play with yourself without me."

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Taehyung.

Lips molded themselves along the mountain of his scapula, Jeongguk watched helplessly as they melted into his skin. His jaw hanging open at the tender caress of the man's fiery tongue flitting across his sweltering body.

"S-sir." Jeongguk gasped out, face flushed like a blossoming rose at the hardness of Taehyung's chest pinned up against his back. His hands were clammy, barely able to grasp on, legs barely able to keep himself upright. Not like this, he couldn't, fuck, he needed Taehyung to touch him.

"The nerve you have to slip into my bed last night and take your clothes off," Taehyung snarled. Head tilting to capture Jeongguk's weak gaze in the mirror. "And to touch yourself next to me, without my permission, Jeongguk? What did you promise me baby? Didn't you say that you wouldn't do it again. Clearly you can't listen to what people say. Did you touch me too? Did you do something bad?"

Fuck. Jeongguk felt like he was choking.

He feverishly shook his head, mouth opening and closing but nothing was coming out.

"You think I wouldn't notice, baby? You think I wouldn't know? You're pathetic for being that irresponsible." He added brusquely, voice dripping with dark venom. "You didn't even have the courtesy to wake me up."

Jeongguk couldn't take it, he couldn't. He had tried holding himself back but he couldn't do it anymore.

A loud moan left his lips. He needed to tell him.

"You- you looked so peaceful. I'm sorry, fuck- Taehyung I wanted to feel myself. I couldn't help it, I kept thinking of you." Jeongguk managed to say. His voice felt like it was going to crack.

He stilled.

Jeongguk took a heavy breath, but it did little to suffice his thirst, did little to cool the touch of Taehyung's cold hand on his ass.

"Thinking of me, huh?" Taehyung breathed. One skilled hand kneaded his soft flesh, Jeongguk shuddering against the sharp, biting coldness of his rings adorning his fingers. The other still dangerously close to where Jeongguk needed it to be.

The teen nodded furiously.

"I can't stop." He mumbled shaking his head to the side and trying to fight back his fucking tears. He swallowed. Fucking hell. "I've tried, I tried to wait but I can't. I can't do it, I'm sorry- fuck." His teeth sank into his lower lip in frustration.

Taehyung squeezed harder.

Jeongguk's arms nearly gave in. And his legs. And every inch of his weak frame.

"And how do you pleasure yourself, baby?" Taehyung chuckled darkly. "Do you touch yourself the way I touch you?"

God, he was exquisite.

"I tried." Jeongguk rested his small head back on his teacher's shoulder. He needed him. He couldn't hold himself up any longer. "But you touch me in ways I can't even imagine."

Taehyung touched him in ways that Jeongguk never could. His tongue was sin, his hands were bliss. Jeongguk needed him.

"I'm helpless, Taehyung. Help me." He begged hoarsely.

"And do you want me to touch you now?" Taehyung asked Jeongguk's reflection. His reflection inclined his head in response, sexual frustration dripping as sweat down his bare body.

"Please, fuck, yes."

"Then touch yourself, princess. Show me how you touch yourself and I'll show you how to touch yourself the way I touch you."

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space jungkook wanking: the saga continues.