I can't even blame school starting for the late update I've been spending all my free time prepping for uni someone send help

Taehyung cleaned around him, slowly, stopping every few moments to press kisses to his nape. His words were slightly slurred as they had made their way onto a second bottle of wine. The cheese board was ravaged, nothing compared to the art piece it had been when Jungkook first entered.

As the last glass was washed and dried Jungkook reluctantly pulled his boots on, slightly tipsy himself and stomach full and sated.

Taehyung walked along with him back to the dorm despite it being slightly out of his way, prolonging their talk further.

By the time he laid down in his own bed he barely had time to process what had happened or what he had missed. The fact that he'd spent an entire evening with Taehyung without sex and that he was about to go and perform to a bunch of horny men while he slept didn't cross his mind.

He was so enamored and content as he snuggled up to his old duvet he didn't mind Namjoon tapping away on his keyboard and almost missed the buzz from beneath his pillow.

Jimin had sent another photo of them both, in the dressing room of the bar. Bold makeup adorned his friends eyes, lashes tinted to match his dyed hair. Taehyung's head was turned away but from what he could see it was a bit more subtle, a shimmer to his cheeks that would no doubt be enchanting under the coloured lights.

Their outfits peeked from the corner of the picture but he forced his eyes up.

A second photo followed, the first Taehyung busy dusting some colour beneath his eye and the next with his full attention and a bright grin towards the camera.

For just a second he felt there with them.

The gentle bustle of the backroom, the dusty scent of makeup that hung in the air, the buzz of alcohol that had yet to fade from his system.

Would Taehyung come to smile at him like that?

Throughout the evening he'd caught glimpses of his smile. Wide and boxy, comically enthusiastic. But for the most part he flashed him little smirks, controlled.

Even if he was more relaxed than usual Jungkook got the sense that the other had been drip feeding information, the long pause after asking questions sufficient time to formulate an answer or decide to twist the conversation in a different direction, something he did more than a handful of times.

Taehyung had opened up to Jimin. Showed him the mess that both he and Jimin identified as similar to one another. Jimin who had shared his ambition for 18 years, been his crutch and the only person to show him patience and given him the opportunity to be himself.

In that moment, that photo, he could see how Taehyung could be the same. His infectious energy, sly flirtatious side, overzealous confidence. It definitely took confidence to strut half naked in front of a room full of people covered in glitter. Jungkook craved even a fraction of their combined confidence.

He responded to Jimin's accompanying message with a smile, telling him to pass on to Taehyung a question of when he would be free again to do more.

With that he set his phone down, ready to sleep with the warm hum of alcohol in his system and comfortably full with cheese, bread meats and wine. He drifted off happy and peaceful buried beneath a duvet that felt uncharacteristically plush with his light mood.

When he woke he was fully rested.

The feeling was unique and comforting as he stretched himself out. It felt good enough he wasn't even annoyed with Namjoon's voice berating his ears from his singing in the shower, door ajar and allowing the sound to reverberate through the small room.

He wandered towards their kitchenette to chug a glass of water and set in down in the sink, rolling his head with a sigh as his neck stretched out after sleep.

What to do today.

He sat back down. He lazily reached for the top piece of paper on his desk, eyeing the contents. The words were painfully familiar yet distant.

It reminded him- his phone screen lit up on command to show the same piece of dreaded information. Sunday.

He would have to go home for the evening. His work would have to be up to date.

For the next hour he took his time drinking numerous cups of coffee and formulating lists on how to get nearly a week's worth of work complete in as short of time as possible. Which pieces could be bluffed and forgotten entirely, which would be particularly important.

He'd finally settled on one list that would see his work finished by three pm. Time for a break.

The thought alone made him smile as he freed himself of the dirty clothes he had slept in and shrugged on lighter ones that had been hidden away in his box.

His work out was as smooth as the day before. The remnants of stress that settled in his muscles forced out. He had forgotten how good it felt to burn off his energy, why he'd done it so often. Work was too high of a priority before to make time for such hobbies. How was he meant to burn off energy when he'd spent it all learning things he didn't care for? At the end of each day he'd found himself slumped into his bed scrolling on his phone for hours as though the only part of his body with enough will to move was a single thumb.

He could balance this with his work. He would; he had to.

A somewhat familiar face in the gym greeted him, offering a smile and congratulations for the first step to getting fit.

The pep talk he gave only added to warm buzz in his chest, the high that had yet to fade. They shared numbers but Jungkook knew he'd be seeing him around a lot more anyway.

When he returned to the dorm the pile of work was still intimidating but he let out his frustration in one (very long) groan and focused on one piece of paper at a time, barring the rest of his cluttered desk from view.

It took some time but he got enough done, even taking a second to send a smug text to the group chat who doubted his input on their project. As he did, he saw a far more interesting text.

Taehyung:
I can take tonight off, you free?

Bunk off family dinner to go get fucked by a man? He considered it. But he knew he would never hear the end of it. Family dinner was a time honoured tradition, one of the few rules set in place for him to live in dorms rather than under his parents roof. Those consequences weren't worth it.

Jungkook:
Busy til ten, sorry
Tomorrow?

Taehyung:
What are you doing til ten?
I can pick you up

Jungkook clutched onto the device in his hands, typing and retyping his response a handful of times.

Jungkook:
I'll send the postcode. Meet me at the bus stop down the street

Taehyung:
Will be there ;)

Jungkook used the motivation from the messages and his new planned meeting to power through a bit more work. He may even get a pretty good grade on one of the pieces, the completed work sitting in a proud pile in the corner and a snug little folder in his Google drive.

It gave him some piece of mind as he stood on his family's doorstep, waiting for the door to open.

His mother was dressed more casually this week in a simple floral blouse and well fitted jeans. She invited him in with a warm smile and lead him to the dining room where his father sat ready at the head of the table.

"Good evening, Jungkook," He greeted plainly, arms folded against his chest as he sat, back pressed against the chair.

Jungkook offered a small nod in response and took a seat before mustering up a short greeting in return.

Two soft hands rubbed his shoulders and he twisted back in time to see his mother smile before walking away to the kitchen. When she returned she placed down food on each of the mats and uncorked the bottle of wine.

The red liquid fell into his glass so similar to how it had when Taehyung poured it, the sight made him giddy. He disguised his excitement with small sips, taking his utensils in hand. The dish itself was bathed in red wine, strong and meaty, as his father liked it.

Conversation started light, he heard about his father's work, mother's following shortly. The topic was boring and Jungkook wasn't overly interested but he listened well enough, asking the occasional stalling question while he picked at his food.

Still the inevitable topic came around. His school work.

He answered each probing question to the best of his ability and tried not to fall into any of their traps. Not understanding their business jargon would mean he wasn't learning quickly enough. If he wasn't learning quickly enough then they would need to supervise him more.

They had barely gotten over how their straight A son had fallen to average grades, barely passing at times. Not that they knew the latter. Jungkook knew better than to let those moments slip.

He let out a shaky sigh of relief when the plates were being cleared. This was a test. He passed.

The stern but passive look on his father's face told him all he needed to know.

He wasn't doing great but he was okay for now.

Getting his complete approval was borderline unachievable, Jungkook had tried for a long time but the past two years he had spiraled down, barely staying afloat.

Small talk dragged on a while longer but the knowledge that Taehyung would be waiting for him just down the road fueled him to relax back in his seat, adjusting his posture.

He stole glances at the clock, watching the time inch closer to ten.

He was forced to stick around a little too long entertaining their questions and formalities before he could leave, tugging his shoes on and rushing down the street as he stole a final glance at the clock that showed he was late.

There was a car pulled in at the bus stop, a figure leaned against the shelter.

As he stepped closer he could make out Taehyung more clearly. At first glance he appeared to have just come from work but the soft silkiness of his shirt told him otherwise. The trousers looked softer, more fitted to the curves of his muscles.

Taehyung pushed away from the shelter and shuffled closer to lay a brisk kiss on his lips. "You look snazzy, hm? Jimin told me you were having dinner with your parents,"

Jungkook nodded in confirmation and hesitantly took his hand. "Um, yeah. I have to dress up for them,"

He caught Taehyung's gaze hovering as his slightly exposed neck, the buttons he had messily undone to cool himself on the rush down to meet him.

"I brought my car, thought you wouldn't be up for the walk after eating," The keys dangled between his fingers as he held them up to his shoulder. It unlocked with a low click and Taehyung stood by the curb, opening the door for him to sit.

Inside was clean, cool leather pressed against his skin through the thin material of his shirt. It smelt clean, almost new, though Jungkook spied a 'new car' air freshener snug beside the drivers seat while Taehyung walked around the car.

"So, straight back? I didn't prepare any food since you've already had dinner but if you're still hungry I can put something together," Taehyung rambled, jamming the key in place and starting the car.

He gave a small shrug. "I'm not bothered, whatever you like,"

The plush seat was comfortable against his back and called to him to sink further down. What he'd been looking forward to all day had finally come yet he felt just about ready to dissolve into sleep before reaching the front door.

He lazily lulled his head to the side to get a view of Taehyung, his concentrated gaze on the road lit a baby flame in his stomach.

"So... Any plans for tonight?" Jungkook whispered.

He huffed a short laugh and shook his head. "Nothing kinky if that's what you mean. Just a nice relaxed evening, hm? Can make you breakfast in the morning but it'll be have to be earlyish because I have work,"

Jungkook let out a low hum and nodded. "Fine by me," He said, biting back the looming question of what else they may get up to in the morning.

Fuck it had been so long.

The street crawled by and Jungkook squirmed in his seat. A soft red glow fell over them both as the came to a stop, finally nearly the end of the ever-growing traffic but halted by the light.

A small groan escaped Jungkook's lips before he could help himself.

Taehyung chuckled again, a long arm reaching to press a firmly on his thigh. "Soon, we aren't far,"

"I'm not that desperate, I'm bored," He was quick to defend but made no move to shift the others hand away.

Long seconds passed watching the cars speed horizontally across from them. Tedious. Jungkook was ready to release another sound of exasperation when the weight on his thigh shifted. He kneaded soft circles into the muscle, fabric heating beneath his touch.

A gentle flush worked its way up Jungkook's neck.

He closed his eyes and sank further back into the seat, if it were possible.

The touches danced along the fabric of his trousers, dipping down to nudge the inner seam.

When the car began to move a short sigh fell from his lips. They were close. He just had to be a little patient. And as the car slowed to its final stop in the car park he had to repeat it to himself in a mantra.

It was just sex; it's not that exciting.

But the relaxed slant to Taehyung's lips as he hooked his key on his finger told him otherwise. "Ready?" He asked, pushing the door open and barely giving him a second to respond before hopping out and pushing it shut. He appeared at his side not a moment later, leaning down through the open space of the passenger door.

A grin inched it's way to Jungkook's mouth and he raced ahead, bouncing on the balls of his feet while he waited for Taehyung to catch up and unlock the door.

"So hyper, Jimin thought you'd need cheering up," He chuckled, slowly separating the key from others on the ring.

Jungkook rested his weight against the wall and shrugged. "I guess I usually do but you're a good distraction,"

The key slid in with a gentle click, contrasting the rough kick Taehyung gave the door to push it open. He promptly kicked his shoes onto a pile and hooked his fingers on Jungkook's shirt to lead him inside.

Jungkook had barely pushed the door shut behind them when his back pressed against the wall and he was smothered with a kiss, roaming fingers toying with the fabric collected around his waist.

His hands were warm and attentive like the tongue the pushed between his lips. Jungkook let out a low sigh through his nose, slumping back into his touches and sucking weakly on the wet muscle that licked across his own.

Taehyung's touches quickly became less experimental when Jungkook reciprocated, hesitantly reaching up to feel along the seam of his soft shirt that ran across his shoulder. The muscle was firm and pumped beneath the fabric and Jungkook nearly moaned when he gripped down, feeling the dimples of skin under his palm.

He let Taehyung take control undressing him and leading the kiss along his jaw and neck, taking his own time to feel along the others body.

Taehyung had already pulled off his shirt pushed his trousers down to his knees by the time Jungkook's fingers tentatively wrapped around the collar of his shirt, thumb pressing slow and eager against the button, watching as it slipped from the hole and the fabric released, exposing more of the others tanned throat.

"You're so hot," He rasped against his neck, teeth pinching the bare skin, hands free to roam his exposed torso.

Jungkook gnawed on his lower lip and worked faster to remove the shirt. Firm muscles peeked through, perfect and toned. As Taehyung groped along his own stomach he couldn't comprehend how he could find him so attractive, not like this.

He pushed the thought away, instead opting to tug at the expensive looking belt that hugged Taehyung's hips.

Warm breaths tickled his collar bone as he pulled it free, Taehyung taking it from his grasp before he could toss it to the floor along with the shirt. "Let's go to my room, yeah?"

Jungkook offered a short nod and followed behind, staring intensely at his back. He wondered of there was a possible position he would be able to keep looking but after his mind supplied some rather unflattering positions shoved the thought away before they could kill his semi.

Taehyung hooked his belt and shirt on the wardrobe handle before turning to him with a small smile.

Suddenly he felt bare. He had been in this situation nearly half a dozen times already hadn't he? Enduring the fierce stare that made him feel naked. It wasn't too bad. He wanted this.

He took a cautious step closer. Taehyung welcomed him into an embrace with a lazy peck to his lips, rocking side to side as he edged him closer to the bed. "Missed this," He grunted, not sparing a second before tucking into his neck and feeling over his pants for his hardening cock.

Jungkook couldn't hold the soft gasp at the contact, heart hammering in anticipation. His hands found their way to his broad shoulders again, holding on for support as the shuffled back to lay on the bed.

Looming over him Taehyung kicked off his own trousers and ran his knuckles down the center of Jungkook's chest, his eyes closed and he arched into the touch. "You're quiet,"

"Tired," Jungkook excused, opening his eyes when he felt the weight on the bed shift.

"We can do this another time if you like, I don't want to push you if you're tired,"

He shook his head, arms looped around the others neck to pull him back. "Don't even think of threatening me like that,"

The amused laugh Taehyung let out was muffled; Jungkook kicked his pants off and happily opened the drawer to remove the lube and condom he'd already seen before. A book sat in the way along with a few other pieces of clutter.

"Thank you darling," He cooed setting the wrapper aside and running running a hand along Jungkook's thigh, pressing gently to part his legs.

While he smothered his fingers with lube Jungkook slowly pushed a hand downwards along his thigh until his fingertips brushed the others hip bone. Taehyung raised an eyebrow and stayed still, forcing a blush onto his cheeks as he worked up the confidence to follow the curve of his muscle and close a fist over his cock.

His length was hard and warm in his palm, the feeling foreign but exhilarating.

"Can't wait to feel you on me," He whispered, gulping when cool lube smeared across his hole, a gentle pressure easing into the stretch.

Jungkook pumped his fist slowly, it was frightening how quickly he had become accustomed to the feeling of another man's cock in his hand and how comfortable he was admiring his masculine form. There was no hesitance remaining when he pushed back against the intruding fingers, eagerly rolling his hips and increasing the pace of his own touch.

A sheen of sweat coated his skin on cue as Taehyung wormed a fourth finger into his hole, contrasting his words with painfully cautious pace and far too much lube that slathered his thighs and dirtied the sheet below.

The dark lustful stare targeted between his thighs told him it was on purpose.

"Daddy," He tried, voice soft and tentative. For the first time Jungkook caught how Taehyung's lips tempted to curl on disinterest before morphing into a smirk.

"Yes baby?"

Jungkook huffed and threw his head back onto the pillow. He wondered how long it would take for Taehyung to crumble and admit to disliking the pet name, or if he ever would. The thought halted as long fingers curled inside him, dislodging the excessive lube that squelched under the force. A small moan wrenched itself from his throat. "Daddy," He tried again, voice breathy and strained with lust. "Hurry the fuck up,"

"Wow," He huffed, hand falling to his side. "So disrespectful to the man trying to take care of you," Still he wiped his hand dry on the sheets and rushed to get a grip on his waist, squeezing the soft flesh tenderly as he shifted to hover above his head.

Jungkook gulped. His figure was enrapturing, leaving him entranced as he inched closer, dark lashes hooding his warm gaze until out of sight, the graze of his lips against his jaw barely alerting him before he sucked the skin of his neck.

On instinct he released a pleasured sigh and leaned into the emerging touches on his hips. He had to force himself to shake his head, gentle wet kisses echoing in his ears. "No marks,"

He had expected Taehyung to challenge him, to question his reasoning and persuade him to lay back and enjoy the attention while it lasted as he so clearly craved. But he simply shifted back, ripping open the condom packet to pull out the latex inside.

When he felt his covered cock brushed between his cheeks he spread his legs, fingers entwining with Taehyung's hair to pull him close.

Almost petty, Jungkook gave his hair a tug, he swayed to the side allowing him to latch onto his neck, masking the low grunt as his cock slid into his ass with rough kisses, intent on giving those dark bruises that he craved to display in his own skin. His inexperience shone through and earned him a bemused chuckle between heavy breaths as Taehyung let him have his way. A gentle slap to his back shut him up.

Rhythmic thrusts gave the bed a little jog, in perfect time with the slap of skin and throaty grunts beside his ear.

He pulled away from his neck and was semi-satisfied to see a reddish tint blemishing the tanned skin. It would no doubt fade in a day but it was hot nonetheless.

Large hands gripped at his thighs and pulled him into a more comfortable position and Jungkook groaned. Everything felt so right. "Faster," He moaned, ankles linking at the base of Taehyung's back, pulling him in closer.

Taehyung complied, grip tightening and weight pressing onto Jungkook's chest as he steadied himself, not filtering a sound leaving his mouth as he focused his attention on steady deep thrusts.

Jungkook's head tipped back, shameless grunts echoing through the room as he rocked against the others body. He reached down to pump his cock in time, feeling his thighs quiver as he edged closer.

Taehyung didn't seem bothered when he tugged down on his hair and dug his heels into his back but Jungkook was too oblivious to care, releasing into his hand with a moan.

The prodding of a hard cock in his ass quickly became sensitive and jarring and as he released the other from his hold he was thankful that Taehyung sucked in a sharp breath, brows furrowed and hips stuttering.

It didn't take him a second to toss away the condom and flop down beside him, chest still heaving from the activity.

"You're getting better at this," Taehyung sighed, head turned on the pillow to face him and catch a glimpse of his profile. Jungkook reciprocated. He could just about see the outline of him jaw, a hooded eye and a thick brow, the rest of his face obscured by the sporadic lumps of the pillow that had been disheveled.

The comment somehow dragged more heat to his cheeks than he felt previously and his tongue laid limp and useless in his mouth for a solid second. He forced his mind to respond before he could be mocked for his embarrassment. "You aren't," He muttered.

A chuckle, what other response could he expect?

"Shut up,"

The weight on the bed shifted as Taehyung supported his weight on his arm, assuming that taller, looming position over him that he seemed to love. "What? I meant it. You seem more comfortable,"

"So do you,"

Ty for waiting for the update! I wish I could promise being faster next time but I doubt it 😅 especially with my other WIPs going
Votes and comments appreciated :)