Jungkook, seated at the edge of his bed with his palms pressing against the mattress on each of his sides, swung his legs mildly.

He had given in to the chaos in his mind that was centered on Taehyung and his feelings for him. He wanted to confess, wanted to tell him everything he said to his hyungs. He thought he would go insane if he didn’t. But he had to lace a stranglehold around that urge because, as he had previously concluded, nothing would change if he confessed.

It was a lost cause. Their relationship. It was since the moment they started this. But he never imagined their imminent separation would feel so brutal.

The swaying of his legs paused, just like the turbulence in his mind, at the cheerful beep of the door. His brows dropped low over his eyes as he considered Jimin, who just entered alone. “Where’s Taehyung?”

Jimin sent a peek at him and cleared his throat. “He’s coming.”

“Yeah, but where is he?”

Something tense braised in the air at once, and Jimin forced out a chuckle to tone it down. “He’s just freshening up.”

A driblet of incredulity flickered in Jungkook’s eyes as they anatomized his face. “So if I go to the bathroom, he’ll be there?”

His mouth flattened in a tight line. “Yes,” he said so quietly, as if he had to squeeze the word out.

Jungkook jumped off his bed and landed in a squat, then took a step towards the door.

Jimin set a deterrent hand on his shoulder as a shade of vexation tinged his traits. “Sit your ass back down and wait.”

The corner of Jungkook’s lips tilted in a smirk. “I knew you were lying.” He retreated and climbed up into his bed again, flaming with the itch to know where the hell Taehyung was.

Jimin spruced himself up to meet Yoongi; that was the reason he returned to the room and left the other two alone.

As more time crawled by, Jungkook’s patience seemed to thin out so much it robbed all the air from his lungs, and he jolted out of his seat with a rumbling grunt.

Jimin winced at the ferocity of the animal sound, ceasing the movement of straightening his hair. “Can’t you be a little patient?”

“No,” Jungkook snarled, clutching the bedsheets. “Tell me where he is or I’ll turn the entire hostel upside down to find him.”

Jimin’s mouth twisted with aggravation as his eyes rolled in a circle of the same emotion. The teetering tirade on the tip of his tongue got strangled by the click of the door opening, and he watched as Jay leaped from his bed and rushed to Taehyung.

Jungkook’s eyes pored over his face in search of any shred of sadness or anything that would hint at Taehyung’s sulky mood, though he found none. “Where were you?”

“Hmm, nosy,” Hoseok crooned as he walked to the closet to grab his pajamas.

“Why?” Taehyung snorted. “You missed me?”

“I just thought...” Jungkook’s tongue suddenly felt heavy like a rock, unable to push the words out. “Never mind.”

Taehyung gazed at the hesitation in his eyes for a little longer, but brushed the matter off. “I need to take a shower, so you’ll have to wait a bit.”

“Yeah, why are you this sweaty?” Jungkook asked, viewing the drops of perspiration drip down the sides of his face.

“I’ll tell you everything after my shower.”

Despite his blazing curiosity, he obeyed. As Jimin headed out for his date with Yoongi, Hoseok lay in his bed, wasted, and Jungkook waited in a stew of eagerness.

 
He jerked bolt upright at the unlocking of the door and gazed at Taehyung as he trod to the chair to hang his towel. His hawk-like eyes softened when the gorgeous man with sexily disarranged damp hair stole closer to him, and twinkled with a notion of expectancy.

“Are you ready?”

The sensual hue of his undertone wafted in a gentle ripple and caressed any fragment of tension, soothing his senses. “For what?”

“To spend the night with me.”

His words rang like an invitation that daunted him. He noted the little soft smile on his lips and the secrets it hid. His stomach crackled. He knew, as he peered into the chocolate ocean of his eyes. He wouldn’t return the same after this night. It terrified him — slammed his heart into a galloping frenzy. But he was ready. He was more ready than ever to let the intensity of Taehyung’s feelings flood him, make him his for one last night, and have his heart broken the next day.

He was ready to merge their hearts, even though Taehyung would take his own and Jungkook’s with him when he would leave. Because his heart belonged with him. To him.

“I’m ready.”

Softness crinkled his eyes at the corners as he signed him to come down. He outstretched his arm as Jungkook descended the ladder and intertwined their hands when he was close enough. He ushered him out of the room, and they traipsed in comfortable silence.

Jungkook’s brows twitched in perplexity as Taehyung tugged him towards the staircase, and he strained gently against his hold to immobilize him. “Are we going to the rooftop? You know I can’t go outside. People might see me from the next buildings.”

Taehyung offered him a delicate smile as he cradled his cheek. “Can you trust me?”

The safety his fond gaze exuded was inebriating and cocooned any dose of vacillation. He could trust him with his damn life. “Yes.”

Taehyung’s smile intensified, as if a gleam of sunlight touched it, and he ascended the stairs with Jungkook trailing behind him, hands still locked together. As they reached the door, he aimed a glance at him so gleeful and overwhelmed with eager excitement. Then, he twisted again and pushed the door open.

Jungkook’s eyes instantly grew alert with an explorative sparkle, cruising around the commodious location. A fondness tangled with a sprinkling of surprise disfigured the agitation in his gaze and warmth swept over it as he soaked up the medium-sized tent that was set at the center of the rooftop.

Taehyung’s perpetual smile cut his face wide open when it folded out into an elated grin, twinkling eyes solely zoomed in on him. “Do you like my idea?”

A quiet chuckle seeped through his mouth. “Yes.” He sneaked in front of him and curled his fingers around his nape, the multitude of blissful emotions spilling from the depths of his hazel eyes. “Let’s go inside because I want to kiss you so bad right now.”

Taehyung giggled — a suave sound that undulated through the open space to tingle Jungkook’s senses. He guided him to the tent and hunched to step inside. Once Jungkook entered as well, he zipped up the entrance.

Jungkook assimilated with the same fondness the interior; it had a table lamp in the corner that illuminated the place just enough, a thick blanket was laid on the ground along with a pillow, and two water bottles stood at the side with another bottle that seemed like lubricant and a pack of wet wipes.

He noticed Taehyung shed his slippers and perched on the blanket, and he copied his moves. “I can’t believe you prepared all this for us.” Sitting beside him, he tugged him into a gentle kiss by his nape as he so much longed to do.

Taehyung hummed at the sweetness of his lips. “Well, having sex while standing is fun, but I wanted to experience this too with you,” he said against his mouth, deep voice carrying a playful lilt with it.

“Hmm, are you still dreaming about ways I can fuck you?” he whispered and sucked on his bottom lip mildly, just to entice him and have him begging for more.

“Every”—Taehyung grasped the hair at the back of his head at the tantalizing brush of their lips—“single day.”

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Before Jungkook could even think of a response, Taehyung attached their lips with a headlong clash, ravenous tongues crushing against each other right away. Needy hands pulled Jungkook closer, guiding him back until Taehyung splayed over the plush blanket with him on top.

The onslaught of puckered lips rolling and thirsty tongues interlacing proceeded even more fiercely with the rub of their hardened cocks. Obscene moans buzzed in the enveloping air, blended with the explosions of their growling hearts and the echoes of lust. A sort of dreaminess showered down their senses with the volley of dazzling emotions winding up and down their form that edged them into a capsule comprising only the two of them.

Taehyung registered a change in the way Jungkook kissed him and explored his body with his hands. His touch had the same irreducible craving and desperation, but something lurked beneath it, throbbing and so incandescent it blinded him.

He embraced it — welcomed it with zest, even though he was clueless about what it was. It stirred each one of his untamable feelings in ways he was oblivious to before. It enamored him, inebriated his lucidity, dazed his mind.

And he let it destroy him willingly. Because Jungkook was there to mend and piece back together the jumble of his shards with ultimate attentiveness.

The first layers of clothes were discarded with impatient moves, and their mouths sought each other again, sealing in a volcanic kiss.

Jungkook supported his weight on his left elbow to give room to his right hand to fondle his shapely torso; it kneaded the muscles of his chest, tweaked his nipples until they were all reddened and erect, and trailed lower to toy with his still clothed cock. They kept kissing all the while, licking into each other’s mouths, tasting, delving, wanting more, more, more.

Taehyung was made into a manic beast of impatience with just a few impish strokes of his expert fingers against his erection. He whimpered his frustration in his mouth, but even if Jungkook apprehended it, he did nothing to assuage it. He latched his teeth into his lower lip and sucked with mind-bending force. The growl that sounded from Jungkook spiraled up his limbs, thrumming all around his veins, and pooled in a jolt of titillation that ripped through his weeping cock.

Jungkook, of course, could perceive his neediness for more. He needed more as well, but there was something else that overrode it. He wanted to fire him up to his limits, have him begging for him, feel like he would explode from the pent-up stimulation. He wanted to urge his desperation to the surface and root it in his heart so he could always remember how much Taehyung yearned for him, even when he would be miles away.

Taehyung wrenched their mouths apart with a choked gasp at the squeeze of delicate fingers around the bloated head of his length. “If you don’t fuck me like right now,” he wheezed out, fogged eyes darkening with a dreg of irritation, “I will do it myself.”

The corners of Jungkook’s lips fixed on a conniving smirk that didn’t wear off even when he snaked his mouth along his chiseled jaw. “I was planning to let you bounce on my cock, anyway, baby.” He dragged the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip and nibbled it. “And if you wanted me to fuck you, you could have just asked.”

Muted whines braised in Taehyung’s throat as the spurt of bratty confidence that punched his previous remark out of him perished instantly at his effortless ascendency. “Please fuck me, Jungkook. Why aren’t you doing anything?”

“I wanted to see how long it’ll take you to beg. Took you long enough.” He trailed his lips to his neck and sucked his satiny skin.

A shiver shook his frame at the wet attack on his neck, his open mouth spilling a galaxy of strained moans. “I loved your kiss. Didn’t want it to end. But I’m about to cum and you’ve barely touched me.”

“Already, huh?”

A tingling pulsation crazed Taehyung’s skin with the deliberate efflux of hot air the other released with his fruity murmur. “Yes. Please—Please, Jungkook.”

He catered to his desire avidly; he launched an onrush of greedy kisses on his chest that sloped to his clenching belly and reached his swollen cock at the end. He stripped him of his shorts and boxers and flung them beside him. He appreciated his graceful thighs with flaming, lust-filled eyes and with eager brushes of his hands.

“I’ll devour you tonight,” Jungkook whispered — promised, as he soaked in his flushed cock, which twitched just seconds later. “Won’t let you sleep at all.” He hoisted his legs and pressed them against his chest. “Hold.”

Still in a mind-buzzing haze at the sinful promise, Taehyung drew his arms closer and looped them under his thighs. He detected a frenetic glint of pure hankering eddying in his eyes that were fixated on his exposed hole, and his toes curled in an upsurge of thrill. It electrified him how hungry Jungkook seemed to be for him. It sizzled his body with a riptide of anticipation vehement enough to knock down every sensible thought.

The feel of slippery, downy lips stroking his constricted entrance came along with a salvo of shudders that ripped breathy, high-pitched whines out of him. He drove his head back into the pillow at the heavenly feeling, his face crumpling with ecstasy. And he just kissed him there. The intensity of his sway over him with just a simple kiss or touch was insane.

Something cool and slick circled his hole instead of his tongue this time, and he perked his head up to examine the situation. Just as his gaze leveled at Jungkook, a lubed finger intruded his heat in a pleasurable slide that had him mewling. The pit of his stomach prickled with a burning tautness at once, whooshing him just a breath away from erupting.

It was ridiculous. He was about to come from a single finger. A finger that barely stretched his hole anymore since taking Jungkook’s cock every night for the past few days had loosened the muscles a notch and didn’t give them time to tighten again.

“What a needy baby you are, angel,” Jungkook purred as he curved his finger, rubbing it as deep as physically possible. “You’re about to cum, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes, don’t stop, fuck.” Taehyung’s breath was pumped from his body harsher as the dizzying tautness in his gut blazed.

“Cum for me,” he commanded in a gruff tune and dove between his legs, stuffing his mouth full of his sensitive cock. He dug two fingers into him and dragged them ferociously against his walls as he bobbed his head at the same rapid rhythm, moaning on repeat around his shaft.

Taehyung imploded and exploded in overpowering rapture, cried out his name like a chant, and convulsed at the strings of cum that jetted from his jolting cock. The continuous vibrations of Jungkook’s moans as he swallowed his release added to his high, festering it.

Jungkook withdrew his mouth and licked his lips as the thrusts of his fingers diminished to plodding caresses. His eyes climbed up his folded form and settled on his face, though he couldn’t see much since Taehyung’s head had dropped onto the pillow again. “You good? Or should I stop?”

“Don’t stop,” he slurred, still floating between clouds of nirvana, as the oversensitivity was lost in his immense craving for his cock. “I want your cock so bad, Jungkook. Fuck me.”

With a brute grunt scraping his throat, Jungkook plunged to bury his tongue into his hole. He alternated between slurping his lightly slack rim and dunking the hot muscle inside in probing, forceful jabs. He delivered a harsh smack on his left asscheek that caused him to jar and his velvety walls to clamp around his tongue.

“Fuck, yes, baby, love it,” Taehyung mumbled as a new inebriation seemed to gain mastery over his senses already. His nails gouged into the tender flesh of his thighs as he was speared open on his skillful tongue, head jerking up to marvel at the sight.

“Could eat you out all night, angel,” Jungkook whispered against his hole and engulfed it with his mouth again. He smashed his palm on his ass in a slap so fierce he would definitely feel the burning for a while.

Taehyung choked on a gasp crossed between delectation and pain. “Need—Need your cock,” he barbled, a mild shrillness slithering out of the crevices of his inflection as desperation took the lead.

Jungkook gripped his crimson asscheek in a bruising hold and eased three fingers into him. “You’ll have my cock however you want it, baby.” He sprawled his fingers without giving him time to adjust and edged them in and out slowly. “If you need time—”

“No,” he argued as his hooded eyes, swimming in lust and haziness, focused on him. “I told you what I need. I need your cock. Now.”

Jungkook peered back into the chocolate pools, and just the recognition of his abandoned need for him came to lick up his cock in jarring, hot bursts of stimulation. He gave a flying slap onto the asscheek he was grasping as he hammered his fingers into him in precise, rowdy pushes.

But as Taehyung’s delicious moans waxed, the heat in his stomach flared more and more until it became impossible to tame. He popped his fingers out and slipped off his sweatpants and boxers in no time, then lay next to him. “Bring that ass to my mouth and suck my cock, baby. I need to cum.”

Taehyung obeyed like a well-trained dog, buzzing with eagerness and excitement only at the thought. He crawled over him and lowered his ass to his face as he pumped his rock-hard erection a couple of times. Three cruel fingers jammed right up against his prostate instantly, and he erupted in whines, rocking back at the pained pleasure.

He guzzled his cock and sucked him in earnest, wanting to reciprocate the ecstasy Jungkook gifted him. After a few furious bobs of his head, he kept the length deep in his mouth and worked his throat around the head to nudge it deeper. Then, he swallowed. He recoiled at the sudden thrust of Jungkook’s hips that drove his cock even deeper in his heat, but he took the choking like a champ and kept devouring him.

“I love your mouth, angel, fuck, I’m so close,” Jungkook grunted, his fingers untiringly slamming into him. And true to his word, a tide of tingles spread like wildfire through his skin as he emptied everything in his mouth, hips rolling against him.

Taehyung lapped up every drop, moaning all the while, and he sucked hard as he pulled off. The pressure in his hole had ceased when his orgasm broke out, and he climbed off him to nestle against him.

Jungkook welcomed him into his embrace and didn’t waste a second to claim his mouth. He tasted his release on his tongue as he slid their lips together, getting drunk on the smoothness they held. Kissing him had become such an ardent necessity. He felt like he couldn’t last through even a minute without his mouth on Taehyung — whether it was on his lips, body, cock, or hole.

How the fuck could he survive a day without it? Or even worse, two days or three or a month or... No. Never having his mouth on him again was so devastating he couldn’t even think about it.

But unwittingly he did, and that devastation crushed him and nauseated him with inexplicable terror that cut into his heart. The said terror injected fierceness into his actions that spurred him to drill his tongue deeper into his mouth and pull him harsher against his body. He realized, as his heart raged and his cock dripped for him.

Taehyung had ruined him for anyone else, too. There wasn’t a way to exist without him anymore. He was sure of that. And it hurt in the most atrocious of ways because he had to do it. He had to exist without him. He had to wake up in his prison-like room without him. He had to let him go.

The constant rubbing of their hard cocks and Taehyung’s sinful whimpers echoed in the background of his internal wretchedness. With a rough pull on his bottom lip, Jungkook ended the kiss and panted against his mouth in a moment of stillness meant to appease the vile emotions roaring throughout his chest.

Taehyung’s attempt to read behind that shaded glossiness of his eyes was useless. But the more Jungkook shielded his emotions, the more he longed to unravel them one by one and drown in them.

He heaved himself off him without a word and grabbed the lube. He smeared the liquid on Jungkook’s cock until every inch was coated and rubbed the remains over his hole, pushing two fingers into him to ascertain it was slippery enough.

When he laid his eyes on him again, he identified that familiar hunger in his gaze, though it was eclipsed by something he couldn’t decipher. He hated it so much.

Taehyung mounted him and reached a hand behind him to align his cock to his hole. His palm slapped against the center of Jungkook’s chest as the mind-expanding girth of the head breached his entrance. “Jungkook,” he gasped out, screwing his eyes shut at the shooting pain. But it was what he needed the most in that moment. He needed this to hurt so he could feel him for days.

Jungkook grasped his waist as his forehead crinkled in a frown of rapture at the crawling glide of his hot hole over his cock. Completely sheathed on him, Taehyung slanted over him, and he rushed to ring his body with an arm.

“Whatever you’re thinking,” Taehyung uttered, voice wafting with a trembling undertone, “doesn’t have a place in here. So stop. And focus on me. In this moment.”

He didn’t have another choice, anyway. The way his restrictive heat enclosed his cock was stomach-flipping. The sizzling pressing of their chests prickled his skin. The proximity of their faces alleviated any harrowing thought. And the mixture of all these things lulled him deeper into an ocean of ecstasy with leaping wavelets of love.

He clawed at his waist with both hands and rocked him gently, the tip prodding against the depths of his hole. “I was thinking about seeing you bounce on my cock, though,” he said with a purr of mischief, and a corner of his lips twitched into his cheek.

Taehyung breathed a gasping chuckle as the voluptuous grinding of his cock against his walls got him all giddy and already desperate for more. “Liar.”

The playfulness of his smile lost its vitality at the realization that Taehyung had picked up on his sobering thoughts, but he joined their lips before it could vanish throughout. Their tongues enmeshed in a fiery dance as he quickened the tempo of the rolls of that plump ass, and both broke out in all kinds of blissful sounds.

Taehyung needed more that just rocking against him. He needed his cock to pound him — ruin him. So, with a whine, he lifted his hips and slammed his ass against his pelvis. He heard Jungkook gasp in his mouth and reveled in it, swallowing his sequent pleased sounds with his tongue.

The speedy abrasion of his veiny cock against his inner folds pummeled him into an electrifying cloudiness, and every thought fled his mind except one; to fuck himself on his cock until his legs would give out.

He crammed a hand between their bodies and hoisted his torso, using his bulky chest as a brace. Delving both palms into the said chest, he shoved his ass down onto the steady, impossibly hard cock as his eyes rested on his contracted, stunning face.

Jungkook anchored his hands on his hips and impaled him on his cock with each one of his wild thrusts, but he let Taehyung have control over it, mostly. A crackling carnality resided in his gaze as he sucked in every inch of him, like a parched man, from beneath his eyelashes. “You’re so gorgeous, baby,” spilled from him with a fitful lilt by the insistent pounding on his pelvis. “Fucking yourself on my cock. Taking me in so eagerly. Wreck your pretty hole on my cock.”

Taehyung’s face stretched into a mask of utter want at the lewd words, mouth popping apart to puff out his moans, and he heeded again to his order with a tsunami of searing alacrity.

The slapping sound of skin on skin intensified as he rammed his ass onto him with such force it burned. Everything burned at that moment; his hole by the enormous cock, his entire body at the shocks of pleasure, and his heart. His heart burned for Jungkook — it was alight with Jungkook. And he gladly allowed every inch of him to go up in flames.

Just as his legs started to tire out, a particular plunge jostled him towards his second orgasm, and he bounced to an abrupt halt. His body melted over him like jelly, nesting in his arms, as crude breaths spewed from his aching lungs.

Jungkook showered the side of his head with delicate kisses as he smoothed his palm up and down his back. “Tired?”

“A little. But I stopped because I felt like cumming.”

He dipped his fingers into his hair and angled his head to press a kiss on his mouth. “You can cum, baby. I’ll make you cum as many times as you want.” With a careful push, he flipped them over and propped his elbow on the pillow beside his face. “You did so well for me,” he muttered between mellow kisses on his silky lips. “I’m close too, but I want to see you cum first. And I want to keep fucking into you, so I’ll do my best to hold out.”

Taehyung mewled pathetically as he sneaked his tongue in his heat and twisted it against his. The bulgy cock was still buried inside him, and the wrapping of his legs around his form tilted his pelvis upwards in a deeper penetration. “Make me cum, Jungkook. Make me a mess.”

A reassuring smile budded on his lips with an underlying promise of unconditional rapture. “I got you,” he whispered, voice flavored with a suave softness. He dragged his cock out and set a brisk rhythm of steady dives into his hole that reached as deep as possible, with that melodic sound of skin smacking on skin spiraling around them.

Beneath Taehyung’s flesh pulsated his insatiable passion for him as he took the cock tearing him apart with a slew of dumb whines. It mounted so high with the heady collision of their mouths, straining against the tender confinements, and it bubbled over at the desperate storminess of Jungkook’s moves, gushing out of his existence.

He got drowned in it. His mind was a ruin of forbidden words that twirled and leaped like leaves blown in the wind. And the loads of self-restraint used to resist that seismic urge to let them flow out of his mouth hazed his vision over with a stinging wetness.

The cock writhing against his walls untiringly fueled the pool of heat in his belly and effectuated a vertiginous lightness on his senses. His second orgasm washed over him in a deafening explosion, and white-hot cum spurted from his twitching cock in an arc, splattering over his chest and even his neck. He sank his teeth into his lip as he puled with moans of enjoyment, his muscles quivering in the aftermath.

Jungkook decreased his thrusts to unrushed strokes as he came down from his high and marveled at his blissed-out expression when Taehyung released his definitely swollen lip. “I won’t stop fucking you, Tae. I can’t.”

The sound of his nickname from his mouth bewitched Taehyung in the most unexpected of ways. Sure, he called him with other pet names, but this held a different significance since only his two best friends used it. It felt intimate. As if they shared a connection that went far beyond a good fuck. And as if both equally felt it.

Taehyung’s mind flickered again with those forbidden words. His heart howled in despair. He needed to slam that urge out of him. He had to. “Please don’t,” he panted out, lacing a stranglehold around his desires. “Never. Keep fucking me, Jungkook. Please.”

Jungkook notched up his speed, struggling just a mite to keep his orgasm under control. He didn’t want to stop either. He lowered his face to his chest to suckle the ropes of cum and traced his lips to his neck to lick it clean as well. His fingers wormed down his figure and caressed the drenched head of his cock, instantly feeling Taehyung thrash about against him.

The outline of a mild smirk carved its shape into the side of his neck. “I love it when you shake like this against me.” He twined his hand around his length and gave it a few twisting pumps that had it growing into full hardness in seconds. It amazed him since he had just cum, but Taehyung already seemed ready for more.

Taehyung was convulsed by another unbearable fit of desire to unleash his confession. A glimmer of sadness crept into every crease on his forehead, and he could only hope Jungkook wouldn’t perceive it. “I need you, Jungkook. I want you so bad.”

Jungkook embraced his cheeks, still pushing into his smoldering hole slowly. “You got me, baby. I’m right here.”

The sadness bristled so much it suffused his flesh and poured from the depths of his eyes. I’m in love with you. Unconscious tears formed in his sockets at his incapability to articulate these damn words that pounded his chest in brutal punches.

“Harder,” Taehyung begged in a shattered whisper, his gaze never losing him from its aim despite the dejection it carried. “Be rough. I want it to hurt.” The moisture spread in his vision and overflowed until he could feel a trail of tears slide down the side of his face. “Fuck me hard. Wreck me, Jungkook.”

The feel of the hot wetness grazing his palms, that were still cupping his cheeks, made Jungkook deprive him of his wish. His heart gave a violent prance of agitation at the sight, and he unwittingly ceased the rocking of his hips, keeping his cock stuffed inside him. He collected the tears and combed through his hair with his fingers in a caress as gentle as the touch of a feather.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Jungkook spoke in a hushed timbre that was coiled around his tender voice. “Tell me what you’re thinking and it’s making you cry.”

Taehyung tore his eyes off him as more tears leaked out at the question. It was like he pressed a button, and suddenly everything overwhelmed him, leading him to spill more burning wetness.

“Hey,” Jungkook uttered with a fast-growing concern. He drew his hips back in his attempt to slip his length out, but a hasty grip on his waist held him immobile.

“Just fuck me, hmm?” Taehyung pleaded, bottom lip shivering. “Fuck me rough. Deep so I can feel every inch of you.”

“But you’re crying.”

“Worry about it later. Now fuck me. Please.”

Jungkook individuated the desperation in his glittering eyes. But it wasn’t the usual desperation of lust. It was another type that embodied such sorrow it pricked his heart just at the sight. Taehyung was sad, overran by pain, and wallowed in torture. And he loathed himself so fucking much because he couldn’t give him what he truly craved. He couldn’t confess his feelings, couldn’t claim him as his, couldn’t keep him close.

So he lunged to soothe the tremor of his lip with an impassioned kiss. He brushed their mouths and rolled their tongues together with a fierceness he hoped it could salve his ravaging sorrow too. He hammered into him like his heart pounded against his ribcage. He clung onto him, juddering together and drifting into their cozy capsule of yearning.

Taehyung’s heartache was fucked out of him as he so much wanted. He felt that underlying change in the way he kissed him to the bone again. But he still couldn’t pinpoint what it was or why it was there. The unrelenting jabs of his wondrous cock against his prostate blanked his mind. His fingers dug further into Jungkook’s back, squeezing their bodies harder.

His release blindsided him. It ripped out the scant air from his lungs, since most of it was already guzzled by Jungkook, and wreaked eruptive goosebumps all around his skin. Wave after wave of dreamy pleasure toppled over him that churned his frame. It sent him flying along mottled, cottony clouds of entrancement and brought glows of bone-deep fulfillment that undulated across him from head to toe.

Jungkook squirmed with his own coveted orgasm just seconds later. That divine, wrecked hole clutched his cock possessively, almost painfully, but he thrust harder into the spasmodic folds of his heat. With tight, untamed swoops, he painted his insides with his cum, grunting like an animal in his mouth.

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The drunk ferocity guiding their kiss fizzled into unhurried gentleness after the culmination of their high. They lay there buzzing, feeling their strained muscles throb and their roaring hearts thud against each other’s chest. The sweet strokes of their mouths amplified the pulsations of bliss sifting through the atmosphere, entrancing them even more.

Taehyung’s eyes fluttered open when the delicate lips of his slunk away. His vision was still murky by a thin layer of dampness, though he was now able to fence it in. He regarded his focused gaze on him and almost imperceptible wrinkles bloomed on his forehead with a tinge of gloom.

He absorbed the fumes of euphoria sparkling in his eyes, but there was something else that broke through the edges — something that clawed at his heart and wrung it ruthlessly. A multitude of emotions loomed behind these hazel eyes, but he could only recognize one.

Sadness.

It lunged his heart into a new stampede of anxiety. He shouldn’t be sad. Not after a fervid moment like this. The guilt that he had ruined their most euphoric moment with his sudden burst of crying squashed him, adorning his eyes with a similar sullenness.

Jungkook lifted himself off him wordlessly. One hand reached for the wet wipes and the other pressed against the back of his thighs before they could drop onto the blanket. He admired his scarlet, gaping hole, watching as a string of cum oozed out. He scrubbed it away with a wet wipe and cleaned him as much as he could, not wanting him to feel sticky with a hole filled with cum.

He supported the weight of his legs and leveled them over the ground. He wiped the thick liquid from his torso with gentle swipes, eyes trailing the movement. “You told me whatever I was thinking didn’t have a place here.” His quiet voice rang with a grave hue. “And you let it make you cry.”

Taehyung’s chest sank, just like his features. He gazed with a pout clinging onto the corner of his lips as Jungkook cleaned his chest as well. “I was just overwhelmed. I’m sorry.”

“Overwhelmed with what?”

The pout hardened on his face with the unforeseen flare of vexation slicing through his gut. The line of his mouth tightened into a steely frown, dissipating any shard of gloom. How could he not know what overwhelmed him? How could he not know how much it tormented him that he had to leave?

“With everything, Jungkook.” He pulled himself to a sitting position, overlooking the pain, and fixed his eyes on him in a darkened, rowdy stare. “I don’t know if you give a fuck, but I’m leaving tomorrow.”

The words were like spikes that punctured his already bleeding wound. They hung heavily in the surrounding air and roiled through the fraught silence, taunting him — toying with his sanity. The muscles in his face sharpened by the mockery his scarred heart received, a vicious, pained glint of harshness overshadowing his eyes. “You think I don’t?”

“Yeah, that’s what it seems like.”

“Why? Because I’m not crying like you?”

Taehyung’s mouth puckered with poorly suppressed fury, brows still drawn together so ferociously his forehead ached. But then exhaustion crowed in as he interpreted the futility of pushing the matter. “Let’s not talk about it.”

“No, let’s fucking talk about it.” His voice burst from him with a growling loudness that even surprised himself. He shouldn’t be mad. Taehyung wasn’t aware of his feelings. He knew nothing because Jungkook didn’t let him. It was unfair for him to get yelled at when he knew nothing.

The realization smoothed out the turbulent creases in his face and cloaked his existence with a mantle of remorseful melancholy, which only gripped him harder at the glimmering sheen of startle mixed with agony in Taehyung’s eyes. “I’m sorry.” He crawled closer and perched in front of him, crossing his legs. His hand drew to his face in need to caress his cheek, but it twitched in painful surprise when Taehyung tilted his head away from his touch.

It lingered in the air as he perused the heartache wandering on his grim traits and clenched into a fist, collapsing onto his thigh. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m sorry, Taehyung.”

Taehyung swallowed past the burning heaviness lodged at the back of his throat. His sight suddenly blurred. Maybe it was because of another overwhelming tide of emotions. Or maybe because of the words that took form in his head and surged to the tip of his tongue before he could stop them. “You really don’t know what overwhelmed me?” he asked, voice staggering in dismay. “You don’t know what I feel about you? You don’t know... You really don’t know... I—I’m... Fuck.”

Jungkook drove his chin into his chest deeper, shoulders slumping with an insupportable mass of agony. “Don’t say it.”

“I’ve said it before, though. The first time we fucked.”

“It’s not the same. Then it was just the thrill talking. My denial of giving you what you wanted made you say it. But now... Now it’s so much more.”

The fragile, barely audible whisper of his reeled in Taehyung’s wet eyes and got them hooked on his lowered head. “You know.”

“Yes. I know.”

“And you have nothing to say?”

“Say what, Taehyung?” He dared to raise his eyes and mesh them with his. It was a mistake, he realized immediately. They were flooded with tears that kept leaching out in a steady trickle, and he couldn’t bear the gruesome image. He tossed his head down again, regaining fractions of his lucidity. “It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. Because you’re leaving either way.”

Taehyung constrained a sob and the spasm it brought along. “Do you at least care about it? Does it sadden you that I’m leaving?”

“Of course it does.” The words tumbled from his lips of their own will. But he leashed the recklessness his torrential feelings for him triggered when he spoke again. “Can I hold you?”

Taehyung swiped a dragging palm over his cheeks in turn and sniffled. “Yes.”

Jungkook shifted next to him and gently guided him back until they lay on the blanket facing each other. He fused their naked bodies with a secure grip of his arm around his waist and peppered mollifying kisses on his forehead. “Let’s not waste our last night together with crying and depressing thoughts, hmm? I know you’re not doing it on purpose. But we have this night ahead of us.” He held his cheek in an utterly delicate palm, peering into his reddened eyes. He was relieved to see no more tears threaten to fall, and his chest fluttered to a plodding cascade.

“For the rest of this night, you’re mine, angel.” Jungkook pecked his nose sweetly, leaving soul-soothing caresses of adoration on his back. “And I’m yours.”

Taehyung’s body melted like snow from a fire at the euphoric sound of these words. They twirled in endless circles throughout his head, inebriating it and blurring it with bliss. He didn’t know how much he was pining to hear these words until they coiled around his ears with a sort of magic that made them linger.

Even if it was only for one more night, he craved to be his. And he longed like never before to make Jungkook his as well.

Taehyung closed the small gap between their faces, kissing him with the tenderness and possessiveness of a love-struck man. “Now I understand why you had asked me to repeat it so many times.”

Jungkook smiled against the plump pillows of his mouth and captured them again. “Should I do the same for you? Repeat it over and over?”

“Please,” he whispered, then stuffed his tongue into his mouth again. He moaned at the avidity of Jungkook’s tongue that explored his heat and pressed against his own. “Say it.”

“I’m yours, baby.”

A desperate whine burred in Taehyung’s throat as he dove for another round of rolling lips and clashing tongues. His cock, already dripping with precum, jolted every time it brushed against Jungkook’s equally hard one. “Fuck, you’re mine.”

“And you’re mine too.”

They drank each other’s air up with voracious mouths, only stopping for a repetition of these words that ignited their fucking soul and frenzied every particle of conscious thoughts.

The thought of tomorrow didn’t exist anymore in their woozy heads as they claimed each other greedily and got lost in flames of ecstasy. They fucked again and again, steadily and carefully weaving their hearts together with a thread of love exchanged in even amounts. They took everything, wrung every drop of pleasure from the other until the approach to another orgasm didn’t seem possible, but they kept fucking nonetheless, kissing, sucking each other off, just to feel one another to the max.

And even when their bodies burned out and their eyelids fought against the heaviness dragging them down, the yearning for each other was still ablaze. Their hearts pulsed in one melodious song, now fully interwoven.

The disjuncture of their hearts tomorrow would leave them bleeding and suffering — they knew it from the very start of their second round — but they simply couldn’t help themselves. They needed this connection like a living being needed oxygen. And they cherished it wholeheartedly, latched onto it, got hypnotized by it, let it overload every single inch of them.

Even if that thread of love used to knit their hearts together would peter into a spiked wire tomorrow that would tear them to shreds.

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It's the first time I feel sad while writing smut🥲 But I really loved writing this and the next chapter, which is coming tomorrow... 💜