⚠Important Note⚠
This chapter is 25k words long and it contains sexual content. I had previously split it into four parts, but someone reported this book and wattpad removed it because they considered it “porn without plot”. This encounter is the most important for the plot. The whole book is based on this chapter.

I suggest you skip to the end of this chapter or skip it throughout if you don't want to read smut. This book is marked as Mature, so it is expected to contain mature content. But I'll still give you warnings. Enjoy💜

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The exponential yearning and excitation peaked the closer they got to their destination, scurrying all the way to the entrance of the motel. They slowed only to book a double room at the reception, which Jungkook settled without consulting the still unnamed man, who didn’t even have the chance to object, dismissing the prolonged, curious stares of the elder woman behind the counter. 

Both felt hot, ablaze with anticipation, and all that heat definitely displayed on their flushed faces. So the woman’s stares were fairly justified, as justified as they were annoying, to be honest.

Grabbing the card key, Jungkook led the way to the elevator. He threw a glance over his shoulder to ascertain that they weren’t within the range of the receptionist’s vision as they neared their first destination and yanked the man by his forearm to plant him onto the wall. 

One hand reached for the down button for the elevator, and the other meshed into his hair, stringing their lips together with a hungry tug. 

A brisk inrush of breath sounded from the off-guard man, hands clawing at his jacket automatically to unite their bodies. The slide of their lips was headlong, rough, and rapacious — there was nothing gentle about it, no emotion other than carnal desire to satiate their sexual needs. 

But fuck, it was mind-bending. Their necessitous mouths were on a joined rampage, tongues striking explosively in need to taste more, teeth clacking in the course of the lewd battle, and hips rolling together in the coveted chase of friction against their aching erections. 

It was indeed so heady the stranger in full missed the ding that marked the opening of the elevator’s doors. 

Jungkook attempted to break their mouths apart, but the other only kissed him harder. He delivered a row of strong taps on his shoulder in hopes of pulling him out of whatever trance he was swimming into, and seeing that his efforts misfired, he resulted in more high-power tactics. 

He crammed a hand between their bodies and grasped his cock, something that detached the unnamed man’s mouth from his with a choked whimper. “The fucking elevator,” he said, breathless and with a dose of irritation. 

His glazed with intoxication eyes darted to his left, finding the doors still open. “Shit,” his husky voice tossed off, and he swallowed as the blackness shrouding his consciousness ebbed away, hustling him into the elevator. 

“You’re lucky there wasn’t anyone in here,” Jungkook mildly lectured and pressed the button for the third floor. 

He leaned against the mirror behind him as he snickered, a devilish, guttural sound that foreboded a looming snide remark. “And if there was? Would you get shy?” His sickly sweet tone highlighted his mockery and prompted a vexed huff from the other. Judging by the stormy look on his expression, he knew he should end it there and keep his lips sealed, though he wasn’t planning to do so. “Would you get all embarrassed if people saw us because of me? Would you get angry and punish me for it?” 

Jungkook bore down on him, his face neutral as he chose to strangle the previous stab of vexation, and stuck his thigh between his legs, pressing right on his length. He delighted in the broken gasp that tumbled into his ears and how some of his scoffing cockiness died out of his countenance.

“If you’re done, I have a way better use for this overbold mouth you have right here.” He stroked a finger down the said mouth, pulling his bottom lip outwards since the stranger melted under the spine-tingling touch, causing his muscles to soften and his shield of aplomb to crumble. 

His head lolled back, knocking against the mirror with the faintest of thuds as that delicate finger proceeded its path, skimming over his chin and then his Adam’s apple until it hooked under his collar. The brume of lust danced messily in his hooded eyes once again, threatening to blear his awareness, and he braced himself to concede to its beguilement when Jungkook dragged him closer. 

Eyelashes falling closed and mouth tipping forward for another taste of him, a ding echoed in the elevator that he almost failed to hear yet again. 

“You’re so easily distracted,” Jungkook taunted, ushering him towards their room. “I barely touched you, and you lost it. Do I turn you on so much? Or your neck is your weak spot?”

The unnamed man drew in a breath in light frustration, because fuck, both of his guesses were correct. He settled for scoping the hallway in search of their room, not trusting himself to speak. He had already screwed up so much.

But he’d worry about that later. 

Jungkook sensed the eagerness emanate from him and laid his attention on him for a spell. His investigative eyes flitted nonstop, a hue of pink, brighter than before, rested on his cheeks, and a slight tremor appeared in his tread, although he couldn’t be sure about it because of his up-tempo steps. “Since you didn’t answer, I’d say the first one is true.”

“No more talking,” he spat at once, and a flutter of air pushed out of him as he located their room. “Open it.”

Jungkook’s lips pursed in pretended contemplation, holding his hands behind his back to obscure the card key. 

“Don’t say you want to hear it or else you won’t open the door,” the stranger warned, since the glint of deviltry in his gaze betrayed his rather cliché intentions. 

Jungkook near pouted as the unnamed man stripped him of all the fun he had prepared, though he couldn’t be too bothered about it; he knew it was cliché, too. “But I do want to hear it.”

“I have a way better use for your mouth as well, you know.” 

Jungkook chortled. “Is it so bad that I want to entertain myself a little?” 

The stranger composed himself, thinking two could play the game that man started. A quiet smirk bloomed on the corner of his lips as he edged closer, pausing when Jungkook retreated a notch. “I won’t try to take the key, don’t worry,” he reassured and approached him until he successfully set his hands on each side of his neck. “You’re free to entertain yourself as much as you want, stranger,” he drawled, an alluring depth creeping into his voice. 

“You’re the stranger. My name is Jungkook.”

“Jungkook.” His fingers cinched the zipper of his jacket and slid it down inch by inch, the hypnotic effect of his piercing, chocolate eyes rendering Jungkook’s body stock still and each one of his senses captured on him. “Hell, I will entertain you as much as you want.” He yanked the jacket open and brought his hands to his chest, ready to feel him up and confirm his thoughts about the brawny body he hid underneath his clothes. 

His palms smoothed over the thickness of his chest, and it was enough to launch him into a free fall of electric giddiness, evoking an audible, slow sigh of ultimate indulgence from the back of his throat. “Fucking hell,” spouted from his parted lips between an astounded moan as the physical exploration reached his solid abs, tracing each one of the prominent muscles. 

This wasn’t going how he had imagined. The plan to distract him so he could steal the key from his hold only backfired and fucking unhinged him. He could tell he was built, but what he actually came across transcended all of his expectations, which were never set high, to be honest. 

“Jungkook.”

The said man’s breathing grew thin as these faintly cold hands slunk beneath his sweater for another cruise — this time skin to skin. His name poured from the stranger’s mouth once more in a luscious sough, as if he weren't conscious of it. The breathy, low timbre of his voice coiled around the word in a tangle of both seduction and peril, stimulation and alarm. And damn, it had a cock-twitching effect on him. 

The unnamed man’s palms roamed on every fiber of his upper body, kneading and squeezing, his head hunching so he could steal a peek of his unquestionably mouthwatering muscles. He felt hyper-ecstatic, like he were a little kid about to unwrap his present. 

Suddenly, the body slipped off his touches, and his hands chased after it blindly. Within his groggy state, he couldn’t register right away what was happening, why he wasn’t fondling that body anymore, but a pull on his hand stirred him, both physically and mentally, and led him into a spacious room.

Jungkook just lost it. All stubbornness to have it his way, all cheesy tricks, all the teasing thrown away and effaced. The sole thing swirling in his mind was that man, his touches, his engrossing gaze, his kisses, and his own urge to feel everything about him throughout. 

He smacked the light switch in haste, and as soon as he swung the door closed, he lunged to claim his lips, frantic hands working on undressing him. Their mouths fought to stay connected as he pulled his coat off — along with his small backpack — and tossed them clumsily somewhere in the room. He unzipped the cardigan he was also wearing and threw it off him, his jacket soon following with a fling of the stranger’s arm. 

An infusion of strained breaths and muffled moans joined the obscene sucking sounds of their mouths, rippling through the room alongside the firestorm of their ever-expanding longing. 

With uncoordinated, rushed steps, the back of the stranger’s knees bashed into the bed, and he flopped down, wrenching Jungkook with him. They flung their shoes off and scooted upwards together, devouring each other’s faces all the while, his hands already fumbling to yank his sweater off. 

Jungkook only withdrew to help him with his silent demand to take it off and dove again, fingers struggling to undo the buttons of his dress shirt. Even popping one open with the quiver of overexcitement that had swept over his hands and slowly scattering across his entire body required plenty of exertion. And their persistent mouths explicitly refusing to disjoin only hindered the process. 

“Do you mind if I rip your dress shirt?” Jungkook muttered between wet kisses and ragged pants, although he carried on trying to unfasten another button. “I don’t have the patience to undo all of them.”

“Shit, do it, please do it,” he breathed out with no hesitation; only the thought of marveling at such strength sent a tide of thrill surging in all directions within his body, vehement enough to feel it vibrate under his skin and heat his already boiling blood. 

With the desired permission, Jungkook gripped the clothing by its collar and ripped it apart with a brutal wrench, some buttons jabbing into his chest and abdomen. It needed a second tug to shred the last three or so buttons due to the resilient material, and when his task was successfully executed, he was left leering at his well-shaped body. 

The unnamed man had trouble fixating on solely one thing with the epitome of beauty and sexiness leaning above him. In utmost stupefaction, his eyes cycled between the burning keenness flaring in his bewitching gaze and tightening the muscles in his face, his kissable neck and collarbones, his broad shoulders, his firm chest, his fucking dreamy abs that called out for him to feast on them, and the overall stomach-flipping flexure of his sturdy muscles. 

And what left him just stupid and stole his words throughout was the beautiful tattoos that covered almost his whole right arm. God, he was hot. And the stranger was already weak for him. 

He also spotted numerous marks and scars on his body and noted mentally — through great struggle — to delve into them later because right now he was in fucking heaven, on cloud nine, drunk and high, a wreck long-lost in a vortex of bliss only by looking. He genuinely couldn’t wait to drag his mouth and tongue over every quarter of the majesty before his eyes. 

The said stupefaction was so consuming he drifted away from reality, swimming in a mottled cloud that consisted of the impure fantasies of sucking kisses on his chest and abs, even painting his skin with hues of red and purple. 

A tight grasp on his chin and the pressure of a heated body over him forced him out of his stupor, making him meet a pair of narrowed, inquisitive eyes that gazed at him. 

“Seriously, why do you space out so much?” Jungkook questioned with unfeigned interest, deploying the brief cessation to steady his breathing and raging heartbeat. “Am I doing something wrong? Or are you daydreaming about your ex or something?”

“The only thing you’re doing wrong right now is talking.” He laced a hand around his nape and tugged to capture his lips, but the resistance he encountered immobilized him. 

“You should start answering my questions, baby,” Jungkook uttered deeply, craning forward to draw a trail of unhurried pecks on his left cheek until his jaw. “Don’t just brush me off. I want to know if you’re daydreaming about someone else so I can”—he spread his lips wide and mouthed at the underside of his jaw, his tongue dragging over his skin—“try harder to make you focus on me.” He delivered wet kisses on the tanned skin of his neck, smirking just barely at the way his back arched with every lick or writhed desperately.

“Okay, okay,” he babbled, palms traveling up and down his well-built back, hips jerking upwards and rolling against him. 

“There you go. What a good boy.” He sank his teeth into the side of his neck and sucked hard. He kept the flesh between his teeth and pulled back until it slipped through them, eyes swinging to his face. A frown of pure pleasure embellished his stunning characteristics, making him even prettier. “Are you daydreaming about someone else?”

“Fuck, no, Jungkook, no,” he said, whiny and croaky, his fingers reaching out to knot in his hair and shove his face into his neck, silently asking for more. 

Jungkook complied with vigor, planting another stream of open-mouth kisses on the entire slope of his neck. His hips spiraled against the relentless rubbing on his crotch of the body underneath him, his cock now leaking spurts of precum. “Do I turn you on so much or your neck is your weak spot?” 

“Both,” he released between a sharp gasp as Jungkook bit his sensitive skin again, but only harder this time. 

He hummed against his flesh, kissing his way to the other side, bodies still rocking slowly. “Why did you space out before?”

“Because—fuck—your body is fucking hot. I wanna lick every part of you.”

His movements rested at the bold statement, as though his brain malfunctioned. He set his forearms on each side of his head and gaped down at him, eyes fierce with eruptive titillation. “Muscle kink, huh?” He tipped down to place kisses on his lips, short and teasing.

“You have no idea,” he murmured and sucked his lower lip into his mouth, biting and slurping until it was flushed and swollen. 

The fiery action left Jungkook in a daze, his remaining self-possession of not to devour him whole right then and there so fragile it began to crack. 

But he needed to know one more thing before that. 

He lowered his face to his neck again, cloaking it with hungry bites and suctions. His one hand slid down his shapely chest and belly, fingers dipping into his pants to graze against the saturated with precum head of his bloated cock. The unnamed man convulsed against him, almost causing his mouth to detach, but he sucked his flesh deeper to impede it from happening. “What’s your name, baby?”

“Taehyung—I’m Taehyung,” he spluttered with a moan, still slightly intoxicated by the dregs of alcohol addling his sense, and downright hammered by Jungkook’s artful, heavenly ministrations to apprehend what he just did. 

His kisses stalled at the sound of that name, though he didn’t stop. “That damn name chases me everywhere,” he mumbled, too indistinct to be understood, as a muted chuckle stretched the tips of his lips a degree wider. 

Taehyung sensed the pulsation of his murmur against his skin, and afraid that he said or asked something and he missed it — again — he lifted his head as his eyes unfolded. “What?”

“Nothing. You’re just so pretty, Taehyung.” He heaved himself to a straighter position, passing one knee over his waist and then the other to settle on his crotch. “Everything about you is pretty.” His voice was thick with poorly controlled zest as his hands explored his upper body in a feathery glide from his neck to the hem of his pants, leaving a track of goosebumps behind.

His right hand traced over a widish scar across his stomach and his eyes automatically inspected it, his brows flinching downwards in subdued puzzlement. Why does he have a stab wound? 

Realizing where his touch lingered, Taehyung propped an elbow against the mattress, his gaze brimming with seduction — the same sensational quality that coated his voice as he said, “Let’s speed this up a bit. I want your cock so bad.”

The bawdy statement definitely seized the entirety of his attention, and the sinful look aimed at him emptied his head from any grain of thought, leaving it blank and ready to get overflowed with the pleasure he’d give and receive from that dream-like angel that came his way. 

He caught Taehyung attempting to shed his torn-out dress shirt completely and pitched forward, slipping it over his shoulder again. “Leave it on. It’s hot to see you like this.”

A smile spread with a flicker of archness across his face as he lay flat on the bed again. “You’ll let me take my pants off, though, right?” 

“Absolutely.” His hands already worked on the last pieces of clothing he wore, shoving them down and then flinging them onto the floor in a snarl. 

Another round of marveling and fondling set off without delay on his fleshy but sculpted thighs, the rather thick and average-sized reddened cock that stood tall against his toned stomach, and the honey, hairless skin of his form. Excluding the rosy scar on his belly and a scattering of moles dotting his body, it was flawless, so dashing, sculptured from the most elegant and sleekiest of materials with such artistry and perfection.

“You’re eye-fucking me,” Taehyung observed in a sultry undertone. 

“Yes. And that’s not the only way I’ll fuck you.” He leaped down to press a kiss on his lips so hard and passionate, like he wanted to imprint his mouth on him. 

Taehyung embraced his fervency and relished in it, reciprocating it with equal fierceness. With a forcible but smooth motion, he overturned them, keeping their bodies fused at all times. “Let me take care of you first.”

“Hmm, too eager to lick every part of me?”

“Fuck yes.” Taehyung launched a voracious attack on his neck, inducing all sorts of pleasured sounds from him, but there was a stilted, hushed element wrapped around them that bothered him. “Why are you holding back? Be loud for me if you like what I’m doing.” His lips closed around his earlobe then, suckling the soft muscle and nipping it. 

“I can be really loud if I let myself go. Not everyone likes that,” Jungkook shared without much thought and added, “Don’t wanna be a turnoff.”

“You’ll only be a turnoff for me if you keep holding yourself back.” Taehyung drifted back to his lips and gave him a string of deep, ardent kisses. “I wanna hear everything from you loud and clear. Wanna make you choke on your moans for me.”

“Shit, that will definitely happen if you continue like this,” he breathed out in a broken voice as the side of his neck was bombarded with open-mouth kisses again, his hips jolting of their own will and shudders undulating across his spine.

“Anything you don’t like?” Taehyung shifted inches lower, licking along his collarbone and hands kneading his sides. His eyes rolled to his left shoulder, locating a toothpick-long, oval wound, and his mouth deviated, wanting to caress it with delicate kisses. 

He could feel Jungkook’s eyes bore into him as he mouthed at it sweetly, his muscles locking and his moans diminishing, though no protest sounded from him. He soon backtracked, licking and nipping his way to his chest, his mouth now sucking deeper, harder. 

Jungkook didn’t expect the tender action, to be honest, but he didn’t overthink it. He couldn’t even if he wanted to because the feel of Taehyung’s lips and tongue devouring his chest was far enough distracting. Remembering the unanswered question floating around them, he cleared his throat, knowing his voice would crack if he spoke right away. “Just nothing too violent. No slapping—oh, fuck—on my face or choking.” His reply was interrupted to cry out a groan at the particularly harsh suck above the thick muscle of his chest, already panting for breath again. 

“I’m not into BDSM either. Don’t worry. I do enjoy some spanking, though.”

“Good. Okay. And I prefer no marks, by the way.” His tone grew a notch higher towards the end as he felt teeth dig into his skin right above his nipple. 

“Not even on your chest and stomach? I wanna suck hard, baby, wanna fucking devour you.”

The filthy things his mouth spewed and the miracles it worked on his body were a combination of inflaming friskiness that sparked all through Jungkook's nerves and thrummed within his veins, shattering the trifling reasons of the limitation he set. “Shit, I want that too. Okay, yes to marks on my chest and stomach.” 

“Fuck yes.” His teeth gouged into his flesh above his pointy bud again, lips folding around it with bruising pressure, tugging and slurping with zest. 

Another convulsive shiver passed over Jungkook that shot an outpouring of orotund moans up his throat and slithered past it with uncontrollable ease, piercing through the galvanic air and blessing Taehyung’s ears. His hands flew to interlace with his hair as that debauched mouth now lapped at his nipple, teeth raking it in the gentlest way. 

“Whoever said that you being loud is a turnoff is a fucking idiot,” Taehyung said, the words mushed against the delicious muscles of his chest since his mouth opposed to disconnect from his body as it licked its way to the other side. In fact, the louder his pretty sounds grew, the more beads of precum his flushed tip spouted, dribbling directly onto the other’s abs. 

“Fuck, Taehyung, you’re dripping and it’s fucking hot,” he slurred, feeling the thick substance tingle his skin as it oozed on it. 

“I’m dripping because of your moans. And muscles, of course.” His last remark came out with a hushed, raspy chuckle that got strangled as his mouth took his hardened bud in it with an unholy slurp, giving it the same care and pleasure as he did with the right one. “What about the things you like?”

His eyes landed on a geometrical pattern of big and small scratches that dappled over the right part of his upper body, from his chest to shoulder. He opted out of tracing kisses over them as they seemed still in the process of healing, but not fresh enough to hurt. He carried on suckling his peaked bud instead, twisting and rubbing the other one with his fingers.

Jungkook got drunk on the sensation, his head perking up to gawk at his body-flaring ministrations and flopping back dizzily to press into the pillow. His dry lips stayed open in heavy puffs and moans tinted with manifold pitches — guttural, rumbling, squeaky, whiny, and Taehyung truly admired and reveled in each one.

The unconscious abrasion of his hips against the man above him came into focus then, and he scaled down his rhythm to inject a notion of clarity into his mind so he could respond. “I like what you’re doing right now, shit. I like kisses on my chest and abs.”

“Ah, we’re a dream team, then.” Taehyung slid further down with a myriad of wet, sloppy, kisses and torrid nips, leaving small bite-marks behind and a shimmery, zigzag path. “Because I fucking love doing that.”

“I can see that, fuck, keep going.” 

His all too eager, breathless urging — although unnecessary because of course he’d keep going on and on until he’d beg him to touch his cock, until he’d feel on the verge of exploding into a million pieces, until his throat would dry up and his voice would turn hoarse from his plangent moans — only fueled his avidity to gratify him and his needs in the headiest of ways. 

But he paused, waiting on that for a little while. A magnolia, cruel scar etched a long, thick seam a few centimeters away and higher from his navel to his side, and a sudden sullenness overran him by imagining the painful and bruising story it bore. He dabbed his lips at the base of the wound and skimmed them across it, the touch soul-soothing, velvety, until its very end. 

He espied another scar a little further up on his side, small and round, awfully similar to a gunshot wound. He kissed it with the same tenderness as the other ones and dragged his mouth to his abs, switching back to the ravenous sucks and ribald licks at once. “Why do you have so many scars?”

“Don’t get—fuck—personal.”

He respected his wish, of course, since he wouldn’t want to share his damn life story with his one-night stand, either. He redirected his attention to his right hand that tugged gently at his hair and took hold of it, assimilating the elegant tattoos adorning it in depth. “Your tattoos are really hot, Jungkook. Fuck.” He kissed up the length of his arm, caressing the shapes and patterns with his mouth and tongue, and gave a bit more appreciation on his flower tattoo on his forearm. 

He positioned it back to its place, feeling it grip his hair right away, and he resumed his journey of kisses and sucks on his abs. “What else do you like, baby?”

Jungkook’s stomach curved upwards to press harder against his mouth, that dreamy mouth that licked, suckled, and bit each of his abs and every section of his belly, truly feasting on him as though guzzling the most delicious meal he ever had. “How am I—shit—supposed to think right now?”

A terribly pleased chortle bubbled up in Taehyung's throat, and the sharp efflux of hot air that seeped through his mouth along with its vibration skidded across his already sweltering skin, sending Jungkook’s whole being into a spasmodic frenzy. “Should I stop then and let you—” 

“No, fuck no. Um—fuck.” Just as he attempted to pull himself together and force his brain to think about something other than what that mouth did to his body, Taehyung delivered one of those overzealous, brute sucks close to his V line that would definitely earn him another scarlet mark. “Shit—okay, um—uh, I like a bit of pressure on my hole when you suck me. Dipping your finger inside as well, but nothing too much.”

“Perfect. You’re clean, right?” 

“Yes. You?” 

“Clean in every way so you can eat me out too if you want.” His kisses mellowed as they engulfed his V line, tongue gliding across the muscle, and he purposely rubbed his chin against the head of his cock that was ready to tear his tight pants by its hardness and distention. 

“Good, I love eating ass—fuck, take me in your mouth, baby. I can’t wait anymore.” Jungkook whined at his deliberate tantalization, hips thrusting upwards to chase after any kind of friction. He indeed couldn’t wait any longer; he was a volcano of piled up desire and excitation about to erupt at any moment. 

“Dream team, like I said,” Taehyung purred, sitting straighter on his groin to marvel at the pretty marks he planted into his skin, most of them near the scars adorning his smooth upper body. Another flush of curiosity undulated through his system about why he had them and the story behind them, but he didn’t express any of his questions. He knew all of his curiosity would be forgotten by tomorrow. 

And it wasn’t like he’d see him again, anyway. 

An avid hoist of the hips underneath his ass literally shook him out of his reverie, and he giggled, full-throated and gravelly, as he soaked in the impatient, needy frown over Jungkook's ravishing features. He dismounted him, sinking his knees between his legs, and his hands unclasped the single button of his pants. 

Maddeningly slow, he tugged the clothing down to his knees and withdrew to get hold of the hem around his right ankle, peeling it off. He replicated the process for the other leg and tossed his pants over his shoulder in a rather ostentatious manner, blatantly being a tease. 

“Shit, hurry up,” Jungkook grumbled, trying to sound dominant, though he was certain that his order echoed like an entreaty. 

“I’m getting there,” he crooned, the pleased, devilish smile obvious in his tone. His fingertips hardly brushed over the base of his still clothed cock, trailing their way to the wet splotch on his boxers where the bulgy head was. Absorbing its hefty length, a lump of nervousness formed in his throat. “Your cock is big—huge.”

“It’s bigger when you see it up close, so take my boxers off too, baby, come on, come on,” Jungkook prompted with a waggle of his hips. He was so hard it was dizzying; the impetuous, hot throb of blood surging to his cock with each of his tantalizing actions brought a redness on his already flushed cheeks that also tinted his ears and coiled around his neck. 

Taehyung shed the last piece of clothing and faced the angry-looking erection that stood rigid against his abs, sleek and drenched with precum. Hesitation crept through his confidence, affecting the twinkle of mischief in his eyes and the smirk he often wore. “Um, just—just don’t push me down and force me to stay there. I don’t like the feeling of forceful choking. Is it okay?” 

Jungkook detected on the spot the darkening look on his face and the change in his voice that this time lacked playfulness and verve. He was being serious, sincere, near imploring. “Of course, baby, you want to have control over how deep you’ll take me. It’s completely reasonable.”

The grim tension in his spine abated, though it didn’t dissipate. Many of them said they understood him, that they wouldn’t do it, but he could recall loads of times when they immobilized his head and, even worse, wouldn’t let go until he swallowed around them. And every time it left him with tears clinging to his eyelashes and warming his cheeks by his exertion to confine his hyperventilation that threatened a panic attack. 

Maybe he was just scared of the feeling of forceful choking, maybe he just didn’t like it, or maybe a certain traumatic experience of his wrecked past was the origin of that feeling. He never bothered to find out — he just didn’t want to experience that feeling.

“I really won’t force you to do anything you don’t want,” Jungkook uttered since he could still pick up on the discomfort clenching his muscles, although now slightly diminished.

The soothing tilt of his voice cocooned Taehyung’s palsy of concern and spurred him to curl his fingers around the length, giving it a couple of explorative pumps. It kicked in his hand, but a thunderous, pleasure-filled moan gained his attention, drawing his eyes to the source that was none other than the muscular, astonishing man before him.

It was enthralling to watch him dig his head into the pillow as his back cambered, shoulder blades pressing into the mattress, chest taut, and ribs outlined in his skin. Though he couldn’t help but also gawk at the pearly precum pooling on the overheated head until it spilled down the sides and latched onto his fingers. 

In a delicate swipe, he collected the stripes of precum with his thumb and index finger and guided them to his mouth at a creep, providing Jungkook with plenty of time to train his eyes on him because he wanted him to see him. Having his undivided attention with his electrified eyes shimmering in anticipation and his mouth hanging open, he wrapped his lips around his fingers and lapped at the substance with a filthy hum. 

“So sexy—fuck, you’re so fucking sexy, please touch me again, suck me, baby, I’m about to fucking burst,” Jungkook burbled stupidly, his hips jumping up and thrusting into nothing. 

“Alright, alright,” Taehyung snickered, and although he would gladly continue teasing him, his mouth watered for another taste. He dipped back down, hand lacing around the root of his cock as his tongue laved the tip with little, faint strokes, savoring the pleasantly unusual sweetness of his precum. 

“Shit, do you want me to—oh—cum in your mouth?” he asked in a wrecked murmur, hardly able to form the words on his tongue. The bliss of that hot, smooth muscle dragging over his cock and twirling around the sensitive head muddled what little was left of his sentience and sanity. It ripped across him, up his back and down his limbs, raising a brutal inferno in his chest. 

Taehyung folded his lips around the tip and hummed a strung-out, affirmative sound, knowing how euphoric it’d feel for him, and the roaring grunts and gasps that tumbled out of him validated his thoughts. “Yes, just warn me before you do,” he muttered between the small kisses he planted on the slit, sucking mildly and squeezing the base when another spurt of precum oozed out. 

“Okay, okay, shit, it won’t take long, anyway. I’m already on the fucking edge because of you.” 

“I kept you waiting long enough. Sorry,” he said, casting him a sly peek, though he didn’t sound apologetic at all. His mouth stretched wide to fit the thickness and magnitude, and his tongue flattened to rub over his erection, sinking lower and lower without letting his lips fasten around it. 

Strings of saliva trickled down the satiny skin of his cock with a tingling sensation, the same rip-roaring one that danced around every fiber of Jungkook’s form. His breath came harsher and harsher as the pleasure mounted with each brush of his tongue, and it was punched out of him when these heavenly lips enveloped his heat. Taehyung’s cheeks sucked inwards to produce a tighter feeling that had all sorts of desperate noises breaking out of him in fast-growing waves, his body squirming, flaming in hyper-satisfaction. “So f-fucking good, oh fuck, keep going, baby, you’re so good.”

Taehyung moaned by the wondrous sounds and the wheezy praise as he drew almost completely off and plunged back, mouth filling to the brim and the tip nudging at his throat with every slide. 

His one hand traveled places, from stroking his prominent abs to smoothing down his sinewy thigh and tracing the thick muscle with his fingertips when Jungkook’s body contracted. His other hand smeared the spit slipping through his lips around his balls in teasing circles and even further down, fingers brushing against his perineum. 

The phantom touch at such sensitive spot brought a jolt of fucking wildfire throughout Jungkook's body, but he restricted it to the upper part only so he wouldn’t shove his length deeper into his mouth. He also kept his hands to his sides, gripping and pulling on the bedsheets so hard he could rip them at any moment, since he didn’t want to accidentally apply pressure on his head. 

Maybe he was a jackass to most people, if not all, uncaring and cruel at times, but he knew amazingly well how to pleasure his one-night stands and not cross their boundaries. 

Taehyung’s rhythm drove up, head bouncing with zest, mouth eager to savor the feeling and taste. His wet finger stroked over the folds of his hole, ringing his rim and prodding at it gently. His cock was achingly hard between his legs, twitching upon seeing the needy, voracious reactions Jungkook gave him and leaking a damn puddle beneath him. 

“Fuck, your mouth—so warm, perfect. Close, close,” Jungkook slurred, too out-of-breath and blissed-out — in fucking shreds — to form a complete sentence or at least a coherent one. 

Taehyung’s sign of acknowledgement to his rather cute and enkindling at the same time babble was a husky hum and the silky glide of his finger into his hole, the bobbing of his head growing more rapid, more intensive. 

“Yes, perfect, just—fuck, fuck, Taehyung.” His legs slid further apart at the slight, yet ecstatic intrusion of his slippery finger, words spilling from his mouth nonstop — words that didn’t even make sense — as he got closer, that mind-expanding sensation almost in his grasp. 

He moved the digit in the gentlest of pushes against the tight resistance as his thumb caressed over his rim in little swipes. He breathed heavily through his nose, his tongue pressing against the underside of that delicious cock with each swift, ardent dive of his head. 

Among Jungkook’s deluge of moans and grunts, a breathless ‘cumming’ was thrown, and he pressed harder on his rim, maintaining the brisk speed of his head. 

Jungkook strained against the bedsheets hard enough to untuck the edges from beneath the mattress as his desperate sounds waxed with the first eruption of cum, his head jumping from left to right, his entire body convulsing. It was rapturous, blazing, to feel his mouth milk him dry in such a proficient and wanton way, and his whiny moans creating wavy vibrations around him only added to his high. 

The tide of his orgasm slowed in thumping riffles that left him twitching and buzzing, struggling to bring air into his alight lungs. A mild whir rang in his ears, his dazed eyes blinking tamely as he strove to steady his wild heartbeat.

With the afterglow of his vehement orgasm fading, kittenish licks over his slit infiltrated his dopey senses, and Jungkook hissed at the pained oversensitivity, his head jerking to the side abruptly. “Shit, stop, stop, I’m on fucking fire.”

Taehyung puffed a rasping giggle as he mouthed at the tip one last time and instead drew wet kisses and thick licks over his abs. “Sorry. Just wanted to suck every single drop. You taste so fucking good,” he uttered against his skin as he crawled further up until his mouth was kissing his chin. “Sweet, with just the tiniest hint of bitter.” He brushed his lips against his in impish, faint motions, smirking a mite as Jungkook puckered his mouth every time in his attempt to kiss him. 

“You’re such a tease,” Jungkook whispered and didn’t give him a chance to respond; he grasped a handful of his hair and merged their lips with a keen pull, cutting short another giggle of his that buzzed at the back of his throat. 

Taehyung just melted at the incursion of his tongue in his mouth, feeling the soft muscle swirl around his own and rub against it. His hips kicked at the goosebumps that trickled down his spine and began thrusting slowly, grinding his weeping cock against his lower abs. It stung a bit by the absence of lubricant, though he was so hard and for so long his body mechanically disregarded any grain of pain. 

Jungkook registered his all out needy state at once and rolled them over effortlessly, keeping their mouths locked together. “Gonna make you feel good, like I promised, baby.” He kissed down his neck, briefly stopping to slurp his feather-like skin and give it deep nips. 

“You already do, Jungkook, fuck.” He tilted his head to give him plenty of access to devour his neck, his hands already cruising on his back with fiery pressure. 

“Anything off limits?” 

“No, I think we like about t-the same things, so just do anything you want. I’ll tell you—ah—if I don’t like something, although I’m sure I’ll like every fucking thing you’ll do,” Taehyung said between gasps and moans as he felt voracious kisses trace his chest and a warm tongue flick against his nipple a few moments later. 

“Do you have lube and condoms, by the way?”

“Yes, shit, let me grab them. And I’m taking this off now, too.” He wiggled the collar of his dress shirt and received a low chuckle, accompanied by two nods. 

Jungkook slipped off him to let him do what he said and leaped at the chance to leer at his exceptionally sexy body as he scuttled around the bed to locate his bag. He was more built than he thought now that he could see the complete image of his figure, though his muscles weren’t bulky like his; stalky legs but thighs fleshy and shapely, round ass screaming to get spanked and covered in bites, slender waist, sturdy back, broad shoulders, and satiny, sun-kissed skin. 

He was fucking ethereal. Hot in every way, with a dose of cuteness that fitted him just right. He was the embodiment of refinement and perfection. And Jungkook was about to wring every fraction of pleasure from his body and fly him into an oneiric sky of ultimate ecstasy — one he hadn’t been before. 

Taehyung, of course, espied his heated stare the moment he pivoted with a pack of condoms and wet wipes in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other, but he truly couldn’t even be a tease about it. He needed a touch on his rock-hard cock, needed fingers to fill his awaiting hole to the brim, needed to cum so bad. 

So he threw the items onto the mattress and scrambled to lie in the bed, draping an arm over Jungkook and urging him to shift downwards. 

“So damn eager, hmm?” Jungkook’s lilting voice demonstrated his intention to tease him back in retaliation, though he complied with his instructions and planted open-mouth kisses down his stomach. 

“I’m like a minute away from cumming if you touch me, not to say fucking seconds. So no teasing, baby, please. Hmm?” 

Jungkook’s gaze slid up at his whiny voice as he dug his teeth into his skin, sucking long and deep enough to mark him. He didn’t expect the glistening, puppy eyes Taehyung was giving him, but he definitely delighted in them.

Taehyung felt the rumble of a suppressed chuckle in his chest against his stomach, and he could only mewl and squirm because he knew what it implied. 

He was about to tease him until he’d have him gasping, screaming for him, begging to let him cum. 

But a sleek tongue dragged over his cock from the root to the leaking tip just seconds later and proved him throughout wrong. The next thing he knew, Jungkook was stuffing his length down his throat, sucking with hyper-zest, head bobbing rapidly, hands gripping his thighs in an iron-like hold. 

And he imploded and exploded in every possible way, got drunk on the tremendous sensation of flaming pleasure, choked on his pathetic moans for him, and he was cumming before he even knew it, before he could even attempt to warn him. 

“Fuck, Jungkook—shit, sorry, sorry, baby,” he babbled, barely audible and coherent, as he rolled through the waves of his volcanic orgasm that felt like it lasted longer than any other he had before. The amounts of delectation were so enormous and pervasive his eyes stung with hot tears, his heartbeat hammered without end in his ears in a deafening growl, and his body surrendered to the conflagration that consumed him. 

Although surprised at how fast that ravishing man came, Jungkook gladly drank each burst of cum and sucked his tip clean, licking his lips to savor the taste. “Why are you sorry?”

Taehyung didn’t respond. He couldn’t. His voice sounded so distorted and clouded in his ears, like he weren't in the same room as him — in the same world as him. No, he certainly wasn’t there anymore; he was in his own little bubble or nirvana from a mere twenty-second blowjob. He truly had no idea what would happen to him when Jungkook would fuck him with his tongue, his long fingers, or his even longer and thicker cock. 

The feeling of a heated body embracing his still shaking form bumped his bubble, and a line of tender kisses on his cheek to his mouth snapped it entirely.

“You okay?” 

Taehyung pecked his lips, arms circling his back. “Yeah. Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t ask you if you wanted me to cum in your mouth, and I just did it without even warning you, and you were so thoughtful and didn’t do the stuff I didn’t want, and I didn’t even—”

Jungkook punched his mouth with his own in a kiss that thankfully silenced his rambling. “If I didn’t want you to cum in my mouth, I would have said it from the beginning. Don’t worry about it. I want to pleasure you more, Taehyung, want to give you everything like you did.”

Taehyung released a trembling breath filled with excitement about what was about to follow and claimed that smooth-speaking mouth in a longing, deep kiss. “Please do. Can you eat me out now, please? Wanna feel your tongue so bad.” 

“Yes, baby, anything you want.” Jungkook worshiped his stunning body with a galaxy of squishy kisses and long licks that had Taehyung already panting in short, ragged puffs until he settled between his legs. 

His pretty cock with thin veins adorning it was still erect, though not in full hardness, and the corner of his lips twitched into his cheek in delight. “Still hard for me. I love it.” He held eye contact as he dipped to lick a slow, barely sensate stripe across the slit, and he chuckled as it kicked against his neck instantaneously. 

After returning from its bound, it wobbled delicately and lay over his stomach stiffer than before and wet around its reddened head by Jungkook’s saliva and the tiny spurt of precum that leaked out. “You’re so sensitive, baby.”

“Fuck, Jungkook, stop torturing me,” he cried through whines and brusque breaths, his back arching and pressing against the mattress rhythmically. 

“I bet now you’re regretting teasing me so much before.” Blatant amusement colored his voice with a slinky innuendo, and he relished in the high-pitched whimpers that rolled into his ears by the shaking man before him. 

“I’ll be good, Jungkook, please, please—fuck—fuck you,” he blurted as he felt his tongue flicker over the head again with the faintest of pressure and his rough fingers tweak his pointy buds. 

“Oh? You should watch your pretty mouth, baby boy. That’s not the way to talk to someone who’s about to pleasure you like no one has ever done before.”

A warning deepened the timbre of his voice, and it shivered down every bone in Taehyung’s body, leaving him mewling yet again. “M’sorry. I’ll be good, really, just can’t handle the teasing well.” 

“If you can’t handle it, why do you do it to others, hmm?” He mouthed at the tip lazily, his fingers brushing up and down the underside of his length with excruciating sluggishness. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he exclaimed, breathless and needy, as that damn mouth and tongue still toyed with his cock with the slightest of interest. 

Jungkook smirked at the easy dominance, a current of thrill flashing all around his insides. “How many fingers can you take, angel?”

“Three, but don’t take your sweet time to finger me, please, fucking please. Just eat me out and stretch me real quick so I can take your cock.” 

“Oh no, I’m gonna finger you until you’re cumming all over yourself,” Jungkook purred mischievously. 

“I wanna cum by your cock!” he grouched like a little kid who was denied a hang-out with his friends. 

“Then get ready to cum two more times and stop being a fucking brat.” With his remark came a harsh spank on his ass that was just put on display for Jungkook’s easier access. He pressed his knees so hard against his chest his lower back lifted off the mattress, delivering another fleeting slap. “Is this okay?” he asked in a softer tone, his hand caressing over his scarlet asscheek. 

“Yes, fuck, hot—you’re so hot,” Taehyung stammered, feeling the exhilarating burn on his ass sprawl over every inch of his skin in ecstatic wavelets, setting his whole existence on fire. 

“You’re hot too, Taehyung,” he breathed out as he cupped his asscheeks with both hands, loving how they filled them to the max. “Seeing you so needy for me... Fuck.” He spread and squeezed his ass, eyes affixed on his puckering hole unfolding like a flower in spring, and leaned to finally give it the satisfaction it craved, but a heady, peachy fragrance stalled him. “How can your fucking ass smell so nice?”

Taehyung giggled through the haziness of his high, adjusting the pillow beneath his head to lay his gaze on him easier. “The hygiene of my body is always a priority.” 

“Such a good boy,” Jungkook whispered against his hole, his hot breath sending quivers through his body. He riveted his hands on his asscheeks and licked consecutive thick lines from his rim to his balls, drenching him with his spit. His tongue alternated between ringing the delicate muscle of his entrance and flickering against it furiously, the sweet taste and the feeling of his sericeous skin causing his mouth to water so much his saliva dripped down his crack and onto the bedsheets. 

“Oh my—fuck, Jungkook, so fucking good.” Taehyung flailed at the witching sensation and gouged his fingertips into the back of his thighs to control his body, mouth wide open with heaps of rasping, sonorous moans flying off it. He felt the tip of his sinful tongue catch on his rim as it writhed against him, and he choked, beseeching internally to slip past his entrance and fuck him until he’d cry and cum untouched. 

Jungkook pressed his lips against his hole, sucking rough, avid kisses and scarcely dipping his tongue inside. No, he wasn’t being a tease; he wanted to savor this, take his time and explore, taste, feel everything about that wondrous ass to the core. But the tornado of whines and choked moans blasting out from the tremoring man before him conveyed his desire — flaming necessity — for more, and he yearned to deliver on everything he asked for. 

So he forced his asscheeks wider and nudged his tongue against the constrictive heat in little pushes, his abundant spit easing the way messily in his efforts to loosen the muscle. “God, so tight,” Jungkook muttered, his rigid cock throbbing just by imagining how he would feel around him. “Can’t wait to be inside you.” 

“Shit, then speed this up!” Taehyung cried, impatience slithering out of the cracks of his inflection, rowdily twisted with neediness. 

“Why, baby? You don’t like it?” he asked simperingly, a quiet twinkle lightening his eyes as they sprang to his face, and slammed his tongue into his hole with such force it quivered open for the sudden breach. 

The action turned Taehyung’s mind into a hollow mayhem and set his nerves into hyperactivity, every part of him prickling with an undertow of sublime stimulation. A moisture beaded along the lids of his closed eyes at the vertiginous feeling of his tongue thrusting deeper and deeper and licking along his hot walls, the low timbre of his voice now long gone and swallowed by shrillness as he wheezed out his moans. 

“I think you like it very much, though,” Jungkook teased, unable to bite back a gloating smile, but it vanished just as fast when his tongue plunged into his heat again as though something called out for it and it made haste to oblige. 

“Love it, Jungkook, oh Jun—fucking hell, make me cum by your tongue, baby, need it so bad.” The scorching lust and pleasure dwelling beneath his skin galvanized him to rock his ass against the thick muscle splitting him open, though his huddled-up position wasn’t helping at all. He was at the mercy of Jungkook and only his to receive the needed speed and pressure that would jostle him closer to his longed-for, second release. 

“You wanted to cum by my cock a few minutes ago,” Jungkook quipped in a breathless murmur and dunked his tongue inside him, the feel of his soft, fluttering walls so voluptuous and thrilling it inebriated him, got him hooked. 

“I want everything from you, baby, wanna cum by your mouth, tongue, fingers, cock, everything.” 

“Fuck, your mouth.” Jungkook smacked his plump asscheeks, the slapping sound tangling with Taehyung’s strained breathing and mewls harmoniously. 

“Your mouth, your fucking tongue—shit—it fucks me so well—God, don’t stop, don’t stop, Jungkook, baby.” Taehyung couldn’t hear his own words anymore as the roar of his impending orgasm thundered in his ears, numbing them and him to everything except the sense of that magnificent tongue squirming in and out of him and curling against his walls just the right way. 

Jungkook buried his face deeper against his ass and rimmed him wholeheartedly stupid, fast and hard and deep, giving occasional spanks on his reddened cheeks. Hums of exhilaration simmered in his throat as the man he pleasured like his life depended on it shook more and more and his wrecked noises waxed, sounding completely out of it. 

Maybe Jungkook didn’t know it — or maybe he could tell — but Taehyung was indeed out of it, so lost at the inflamed orgasm rushing his way at breakneck speed, and a particular brutal slap on his ass combined with the deepest plunges of that hot tongue knocked him over the edge. 

His release was blinding, so intense it just burned his body as if it couldn’t bear such colossal pleasure. His untouched cock flailed against him helplessly, painting his clenching stomach, heaving chest, and stiff neck with ropes of cum, as he puffed out such pathetic, screeching sounds he never thought his baritone voice could produce. 

If his previous orgasm by a twenty-second blowjob sent him out of this world, this one shattered him, erupted each one of his senses, and wreaked a sort of narcotization on his mind and jarring body. 

Jungkook pulled himself to his knees as he panted for breath, his heart thumping so hard it made him a mite dizzy, and wiped the spit coating his chin with a swipe of his hand. His eyes feasted on the picture of absolute entrancement and sexiness that was Taehyung; droplets of perspiration dotted his puckered forehead, a ruddiness shaded his cheeks along with glossy trails of tears, his cherry lips dumbly formed into an O shape, his frame washed over with delicious, thick cords of cum. 

And Jungkook fucking drooled at the spectacle. From both his mouth and slit. 

He brushed the trickle of slobber running down his chin and pitched forward to hook his arms under his knees, since Taehyung’s grip loosened abruptly. He leveled his legs, delicately setting them on the bed on each of his sides, and slipped off them to lie beside him. “Taehyung?” he called in a gentle voice as he stroked his cheeks with his knuckles and then his forehead, wiping the beads of sweat. 

Taehyung puled at the sobering touch and leaned against it, regressing to the current situation at a creep. 

“I hope you cried because of how good it felt and not because I did something to upset you. Did I spank you too hard at the end?”

“No, no.” He wanly shook his head. “Loved it, loved everything. It’s been so long since the last time I cried in sex. God, you make me so weak.” And I don’t know if I love it or hate it, he wanted to add for some reason he didn’t know, but held it down and instead pasted a tiny smile on his lips upon hearing his honeyed chuckle. 

“Good. I like having that heavenly effect on others.”

“I bet you do,” he snickered and patted his flushed face, brushing away any remains of sweat or tears Jungkook missed. “Can you give me the wet wipes?”

“Um, I have a proposal, actually.”

“You have a lot of proposals tonight.”

Jungkook huffed a laugh at his playful tone and drew closer when he received a nod of accord to hear him out. “You in for cum play?”

The deep element engulfing his voice coiled in Taehyung's ears in tingling fumes and short-circuited his brain with how inebriating the inducement of his timbre was. “Yeah, fuck, I love cum.”

His renewed neediness flared Jungkook to the bone, an animal snarl crawling up his throat by how filthy he was — apparently as much as Jungkook himself, and he fucking loved it. He near felt embarrassed at how he hastened to return between his legs, though he couldn’t care less. He planted his hands into the mattress and dipped right away to drag his tongue over his stomach, accumulating the scattered, thick lines of cum in the most salacious way and moaning all through the process.

He scooped up as much as he could from the puddle of cum and held it on his tongue as he shifted further until he halted above his face. He slid a finger between his separated lips and pressed down on his teeth in a silent demand to keep his mouth open, which Taehyung was clever enough to appreciate despite his slaphappy state. 

Jungkook brought his lips inches away from his and unfurled his tongue, letting the cum flow directly into his awaiting mouth in a slow, steady stream mixed with his drool. Both grunted like starving lions at the obscene act, and Jungkook stuffed his tongue into his heat, rubbing it over his and licking around every part of his mouth before he captured his lips maniacally. 

Taehyung melted at the volatile heat that overmastered him, eagerly swallowing his own cum blended with Jungkook’s saliva, and moaned inanely into his mouth while he tugged him by his nape as close as possible.

Their demanding lips didn’t part as Jungkook blindly gathered the rest of the cum on his collarbones and neck with two fingers. He slithered them between their mouths and both lapped up the substance, tongues clashing in the process. He dove for another ravenous kiss and squeezed his fingers out with a wet pop, slanting slightly towards the left to guide them to his hole. 

Taehyung quaked at the hot feel of slick fingers massaging his entrance and inadvertently disconnected their mouths with a violent jerk of his head when a digit intruded his restrictive heat, reaching as deep as physically possible. 

“You’re such a filthy little thing,” Jungkook rasped and clamped his teeth into his lower lip, pulling hard enough to make him fucking grizzle. He worked his finger into him fast and deep, twisting it in ways that had Taehyung trembling like jelly. “You like eating your own cum from my mouth, baby, hmm?”

His entire body erupted in goosebumps at his dirty talk, and suddenly the single finger pushing in and out of his hole became not enough to satiate him. He needed more than just a digit — his body was ablaze and his hole writhed for more, longing to get overstuffed. “Fuck, Jungkook, more, want more, baby.”

“Answer my question first, angel.” He kept his hand steady and spiraled it in tight circles to rub against his clenching walls. 

Taehyung’s arms flew over his back for support, hoping to assuage the persistent jolt of his body at the rapturous sensation. “Yes! Fuck, I like it, love it, wanna do it again and again, baby,” he slurred between broken gasps. “Want you to feed me my cum again—shit, give me more, for fuck’s sake.” 

“Fuck, you’re so needy and filthy. Just how I like it.” Jungkook reached for the lube then and popped the cap open, a musky scent of strawberry filtering into his system right away. He squirted a generous amount on his finger and smeared it around his hole, sliding it in swiftly. He squeezed the bottle once more, coating three fingers this time with lube, and tossed it aside. 

Taehyung felt the dizzying heat of his form cloak him again, and he whined at the touch, fastening his arms around him to pull him closer. An invasion of satisfaction and stinging pain came into focus that made him choke on a myriad of shrill moans when he realized that not two but three fingers eased into his heat at once. 

Jungkook spilled whispering profanities as he felt that tight hole suck his fingers in greedily, and Taehyung spread his legs as much as he could, crying out his moans in the crook of his neck. An unexpected bite on the spot between his shoulder and neck jarred him, causing his fingers to thrust deeper into his hole with a grunt. 

“Oh, fuck, fuck, Jungkook—” Whatever he wanted to say got drowned in jumpy breaths as the pressure right against his prostate drove him into a frenzy, every tendon in his body firmly taut, ready to snap at a single caress. 

“Shit, sorry, didn’t mean to be so rough,” Jungkook breathed out with genuine remorse and relaxed his hand, retracting it. 

Taehyung fucking sobbed in expostulation and shoved his pelvis down into the overwhelming force and pained pleasure. “Don’t take your fingers out—shit, fuck me, baby, please,” he pleaded, dignity and inhibition all discarded and forgotten; he cared for nothing more than to feel these fingers stretch his walls until they were sore and sensitive, to reach that ecstasy that would derange him, tear him to shreds and sew him back together. 

“You sure? You don’t want to wait a bit?” he asked through groans as he felt his tender walls squeeze around his fingers, his mouth peppering wet kisses on the side of his neck. 

“I’m sure, Jungkook, come on, fuck me before I do it myself!” he whined as he wiggled his hips, wanting to take the intrusion deeper and strike that spot that watered his eyes seconds ago. 

“It won’t be my fault if you can’t walk tomorrow,” he uttered, his voice breathy and light with teasing, and withdrew his fingers only to plunge them back in, spreading and crooking them for a spell before repeating his actions.

Jungkook claimed his addictive mouth, swallowing all of his pretty sounds and knocking the breath out of him, as he set a stable, quick rhythm on pumping his fingers. He rolled his hips in an angle that caused their cocks to brush against each other, adding to the fireball of rip-roaring excitation.

Taehyung’s mind was steadily getting hazy with the thought of being filled with that hard cock rubbing against his own, craving to feel its warmth, to feel it abuse his bundle of nerves until he’d be gasping and writhing and begging him to stop. Not that he would. He’d be insane if he stopped him from giving him such heavenly pleasure. 

Their fervid make-out went on strong, both disregarding the burn in their lungs by the lack of oxygen, as their need to devour each other was by far greater. Their mixed gasps melded into one melodic, sultry tune as Jungkook delivered ripple after ripple of indulgence with his slender, nimble fingers, pushing and curling and stretching until the narrow folds slackened a bit. 

“Ju—Jungkook, fuck, I’m so close, don’t stop, harder, deeper—ah!” 

The said man catered to his short-winded requests before he even finished, pounding his fingers inside him in brutal shoves, the glide smooth and slippery by the copious strawberry-scented lubricant. “So soon, hmm? Will you cum again for me, baby? Untouched? Only by my fingers?” He drilled his quivery walls and stilled his fingers to brush them against the deepest parts of his hole in ferocious circles. 

“Yes! Oh, God, yes, yes, gonna cum for you, baby, again, you—for you—” A sharp influx of air disrupted his babble as the fire in the pits of his belly flared dangerously by a sudden nudge against his prostate. 

“Fuck, you’re hot,” Jungkook muttered as he crawled between his legs, fingers scissoring him open in rough jabs, and wrapped his lips around the saturated head of his cock, eagerly waiting for his release. 

Moans of ecstasy, puffs of desperation, and choked cries of his name exploded from Taehyung’s mouth when his third orgasm thundered down on him in a stupefying bolt of lightning. He shuddered throughout the fluctuations of the all-consuming high, whimpering and gasping and crying again by the shocking volumes of euphoria. 

Fuck, was he so weak before? He truly couldn’t remember at that moment, couldn’t remember when or if he had ever cum three times in such a relatively short time, if he had ever cum by just a tongue fucking him. Sure, he had orgasmed by rimming before, but not untouched. His punch-drunk mind couldn’t bear the realization, though, and he wouldn’t care enough to dwell on the current events the next day. He never did. 

And the night with Jungkook was no different. He believed. 

Jungkook pooled the fast-flowing surge of cum in his mouth and didn’t give him time to gather himself from his intoxicating orgasm; he lay over him, holding his chin in a firm grip, and released the mixed liquid into his already open mouth in a slow, consistent current. There was a fierce sheen varnishing his eyes as he kept them locked on his face, eclipsed by a blur of unquenchable desire. His stifled moans tangled with sounds of swallow, painting their lewd moment with a more stimulating element that had Jungkook’s neglected cock pulsating and leaking. 

He needed to cum again — fucking now — otherwise he wouldn’t even last a minute when he’d fuck his delicious hole.

Jungkook attached their mouths, licking his still cum-filled tongue, and whined at the sensation. He was elated that he finally found someone again who was into cum play, someone just as filthy as him in that matter. Fuck, he loved it. 

The heaviness in his balls grew impossibly as they carried on sucking each other’s faces with vigor, feeling as if they’d burst at any minute, and he rubbed his cock over his stomach, unable to control himself anymore. “Babe, need to cum so bad, fuck—” His head dropped onto his shoulder with a spasmodic snarl, the rutting of his hips boosting unconsciously. 

“Mouth—want your cum in my mouth. Gimme,” Taehyung slurred, lips already spreading wide and tongue lolling out. 

“Fucking hell, Taehyung.” He scrambled to kneel in front of his face and slipped his cock into his mouth without delay. It was challenging not to thrust too deep because of the searing, piled-up titillation, though he did his utmost to contain the force of his hips and thankfully succeeded. 

His head hung back as a symphony of grunting moans jumped from his throat with his overpowering release, hands clawing at the headboard, shaking it with the judders coursing through his body. After the first flutter of pleasure, he forced his head to adjust to its previous position so he could gaze at the gorgeous man taking everything he had to give him. 

Feeling a ton lighter towards the end of his orgasm, he withdrew slowly as he struggled to steady his breathing. He craned to kiss him, thinking he’d have kept his release for them to guzzle together, but he was rather disappointed when his tongue found his mouth empty. “You swallowed it?” He couldn’t believe it, but he was actually pouting over this. 

“Your cum is delicious, baby. M’not sharing it. Mine and only mine,” he said, placing impish pecks on the crown of his cheek that traced their way to his pouty lips. It was a rather endearing sight to his eyes, to be honest. Even though he didn’t know why the fuck it was. 

“Selfish brat,” Jungkook murmured between clenched teeth, but a gleam of playfulness washed over his face seconds later, brightening it prettily and pulling on the tips of his lips. 

Taehyung’s chest waved to a creeping cascade as his heavy-lidded eyes regarded the subtle jollity inscribed into his elegant features, and an unfamiliar tautness bubbled in his belly, warm and dreadful at the same time. The close-range eye contact paralyzed him, as though a blanket of frost crept over his frame, and left him helpless, unable to speak or terminate their stare. 

It was enchanting to receive such a galvanic look from that striking man, and Jungkook almost sank out of consciousness by its intensity and beguilement. An unexpected impulse to dive into the unknown waters that was his gaze and drown in it bulldozed its way to the core of his chest, but he blocked it with all his might, warding it off at all costs. 

“You good to continue?”

A spasm of sentience crossed Taehyung’s face at the sensuous voice, and he wore a sly, confident smile, even though the pale sparkle of unrest in his eyes said otherwise. “Yes, been waiting for your cock for so long.”

The strange ambience that had shrouded them sparked with reinvigorated lust, drawing them closer and closer until their mouths sealed in a peppery kiss. Their bodies rubbed together voluptuously, stirring the subsided whorl of heat to throb anew within them, and they allowed themselves to get immersed in its carnality heart and soul. 

“Get on all fours for me,” Jungkook instructed in a throaty whisper and smashed another long, fiery kiss on his swollen lips before he pulled away. 

Taehyung rolled over without wasting a second and drew himself to his knees, pressing the side of his head into the pillow. His pulse quickened at the click sound that infiltrated his ears, indicating the opening of the lubricant, and soon enough three soaked fingers pushed past the ring of his heat, gliding inside him with a nimble motion. He lurched at the burning stretch unwittingly, but thrust his ass back onto the drilling shoves of long, slick fingers not long after. 

“Shit, why are you so tight again?” Jungkook grunted at the pleasantly suffocating feel and grasped his left asscheek, slapping and pulling and squeezing it in turn. “How will you take my cock with such a tight hole, hmm?” He fiercely dragged his fingers along his inner folds, stretching him nice and deep, as his eyes crisscrossed between his already wrecked face that was partly squashed against the pillow and his expanded rim sucking in his fingers. 

“Can take it, really, I can—oh, God, just fuck me already,” Taehyung choked out, the scurry of his breath so intense by the building pleasure and berserk impatience it made his mind reel. 

“You like the pain of stretch so much you want to take me while your tight little hole isn’t ready yet?” He immobilized his hand and splayed his fingers against the binding walls in his yearning to speed up the process; he couldn’t wait to fuck him anymore, couldn’t wait to make him cum on his cock. 

“Ah, fuck, Jungkook! Give me your cock, please, fucking ple—oh!” Harsh spanks on each of his asscheeks stunned him into silence and made him drool as his mouth was hanging open with his incessant, wanton moans. The feeling of emptiness in his hole burst down on him at once, and it was the least detestable and had him mewling and craving to be full again, ready to get impaled on his cock and let it destroy him. 

Jungkook rolled the condom down his length and used extra lube, since he knew it’d hurt like a bitch for him. He was big, and that half-prepared hole was tight; the least he could do was drench his erection with lubricant to hopefully ease the penetration a bit. 

He repositioned behind him, brushing delicate patterns on his lower back as he rubbed the head of his cock against his entrance. “You good?”

“Yes, so good, please,” Taehyung whined, his pelvis quaking by the silky touch of his tip against him. 

“And ready?” 

“Yes, yes, fuck, come on.” 

A pleased grunt clawed up his throat at his desperate reaction, and he clasped his waist securely as he pushed forward with mild strength, erupting into guttural, manic moans when the head squeezed into his hole. It was so tight it even pained him, momentarily feeling as if his cock were being crushed. He couldn’t imagine how painful it was for him. 

Taehyung’s jaw dropped wide open around a silent scream, hands squirming in search of something to grasp so he wouldn’t fucking crumble under the unfathomable pain. It burned so much his brain couldn’t even process it and caused it to just break down, leaving him void of any thought and shedding overwhelmed tears. 

“If you don’t breath through it, it’ll be even worse,” Jungkook whispered, both hands caressing every part of his body they could reach without moving an inch. “Do you want me to pull out?” he asked as he could espy how contracted his muscles were and his quiet, unresponsive state. 

While Taehyung’s eagerness, stubbornness, and desire to pleasure him screamed no, his body couldn’t physically handle it. Couldn’t bear the pain of the colossal stretch, couldn’t take his big cock with a half-prepared hole. The pain of stretch always brought him jolts of thrill until he was met with Jungkook’s cock. And the stream of tears pouring from his eyes increased its gush as he nodded furiously, an awful churning of self-disappointment and guilt clustering around his heart and stomach. 

And just like that, what always aggravated Jungkook during a one-night stand occurred again; having them crying for whatever reason was too damn bothersome because he was forced to comfort them, forced to help them cease their tears so they could carry on as fast as possible. 

He didn’t care about their insecurities, their problems that suddenly overwhelmed them during sex, their bad day, or their heartache. He cared to fuck, give pleasure and receive with no emotions getting in the way. Why did he have to be their damn therapist to fuck them? 

His mindset was just as shitty as his life. And he was too stubborn to change it. 

But he felt no flare of annoyance upon seeing the frantic nods of the man before him, experienced no frenzy of frustration upon detecting waves of tears cartwheeling down his cheek, found no inner restraint or discomfort as he pulled out and rushed to help him lie on his side, thought of absolutely nothing as he nestled him against his body and drew sugary kisses on his head. 

He emptied his mind of everything that usually impeded him from showing affection and let himself free to do anything he wanted.

The sudden change of his behavior caught him off guard, shocked him even, but he justified it by telling himself that Taehyung gifted him two mind-blowing orgasms and immeasurable flames of pleasure, so comforting him a bit was the right thing to do. 

“Why are you crying? It hurt that much? Hmm?” he uttered with a mouth buried in ebony, smooth hair, sensing the quivers of his constrained sobs against his chest.

Taehyung composed himself as fast as he broke down; the firmness seeped out of his muscles and the stifling heaviness oppressing his airways salved with every caress of those delicate lips against his head. “M’sorry,” he croaked out, shifting a tad to wipe his soaked cheeks with feeble palms. “Yes, it hurt, but I’m crying because I feel bad. All I wanted to do was pleasure you and I ruined everything.”

“You didn’t ruin anything, Taehyung. It was even a bit painful for me. I can’t imagine how much it pained you,” he spoke gently, his hand running up and down his back in palliative lines. “We can try again after I stretch you enough, or we can just stop here. You already pleasured me enough. And I think I did too.”

“No,” Taehyung hastened to say, shaking his head. He withdrew enough to set his glittering eyes on him and smoothed an evocative hand down his chest. “I’ll take that cock no matter what. Wanna feel it, Jungkook, wanna feel it wrecking me.” He curled his fingers around the said cock, rolling off the barely used condom and flinging it behind him, and slowly pumped it into full hardness. “Just stretch me a bit more. I’ll be able to handle the pain then. I’ll get fucking drunk on that pain then. I love that feeling.”

Jungkook forgot how deep that luscious voice could get without the tune of neediness increasing its pitch, and he didn’t even need his touch to get fully hard again — that liquid voice was more than enough. “Fuck, baby, I’ll stretch you wide and deep and take my time to prep you because I want to feel you too. I want to be inside you. I want to fuck you until you won’t be able to cum anymore and you’d be having dry orgasms.”

“Do it, please, please.” Taehyung stole fervent kisses, grinding his body against him as it sizzled with want all over again. “I told you from the start. I want you to make me a mess with your cock.”

“Don’t worry, angel.” Jungkook dove to capture his mouth in a deeper kiss, both moaning as their tongues collided with raging rigorousness. “I’ll ruin you and put you back together again and again until you have no strength left.”

Taehyung’s only response was a string of whimpers as their mouths meshed in sheer excitation, and they floated away from who they were, their lives, and ordeals, and drifted into an illusory, paradisaical world that comprised them, their wolfish yearning for one another, and the need to give and receive a galaxy of pleasure. 

As he said, Jungkook devoted plentiful time to prepare him for his cock, starting slowly with two fingers and then three. He painted his collarbones with hues of red and purple while his fingers worked inside him unrelentingly, his mouth often diverging to his lips to swallow his angelic sounds of contentment before he resumed sucking his skin. 

He flipped him to his hands and knees again and switched between finger-fucking him and probing around and in his hole with his tongue, sucking at the now loosened ring of his entrance. He attempted to dip the tip of a fourth finger into him and it slipped past his rim with relative ease, though he only continued to fuck him with three. 

Taehyung was so lost on the colorful clouds of ecstasy, so inebriated by his touch, dirty talk, and sudden nips and wet kisses on his plush asscheeks and hole that he didn’t have time to react when another orgasm washed over him like a destructive tide. 

Jungkook teased him about “wasting” the load of cum since he spilled it all over the bedsheets and they couldn’t use it as before, and Taehyung played along, of course, saying that he should make him cum again then. 

And Jungkook was fucking in for the challenge. 

They took a short recess so Jungkook could search for clean bedsheets, and he found a spare set in the closet. He rolled up the dirty bedding and dumped it onto the floor before carelessly draping the fresh one over the mattress. 

“Such a tidy man. I’m impressed,” Taehyung mocked blatantly as he stood beside the bed, his brows curved upwards to intensify his teasing. 

Jungkook, seated on the edge of the mattress, snorted and lowered his head for a stretch as a blithe smile bloomed on his lips. “I think you need some more spanking for making fun of me.” He gripped his wrist and tugged him hard towards him, crushing him into his embrace as he flopped back, and he mounted him with a single twirl. 

Taehyung yelped at the unforeseen action, but broke into raspy giggles once he was pinned to the bed. “Spank me then. While you fuck me,” he lowly said, arms circling his waist and gaze fixed on that tempting set of lips that was a breath away. “Fuck me, Kookie.”

The nickname prompted a surprised look from him, polished with amusement around the edges. “Kookie?” 

“Yes. Jungkook. Jungkookie. Kookie. Your friends don’t call you that?” 

“They call me Kook. But that’s not what I meant. Aren’t nicknames a bit intimate?” He mouthed at his neck lightly, just enough to entice him further and inflame the avidity wafting around the room. 

“Nicknames are more intimate than ‘baby’ and ‘angel’ now? It’s not like I called you hyung or something.” A sprinkling of irritation tinted his quiet voice, accompanied by a playful eye roll. “Or maybe I could be the hyung here.” 

“How old are you?”

“M’not saying. I don’t share personal information with my one-night stands.”

A deep grunt rumbled in his chest as his mouth descended on the porcelain skin all the way to his entrance. “Just say yes or no. I’m twenty-six. Are you my hyung or not?” With his fingers saturated with lube, he pressed three into him, not wanting the muscle to tighten again, and a prickling flash of elation passed over him upon finding his hole still loose enough for his cock. 

Taehyung shook at the invasion, head kicking back against the pillow as his mouth gaped open at the feeling. “Shit, yes, I’m your hyung, your hyung,” he choked out, voice fading towards the end and getting caught in his throat by a harsh prod of his fingers in just the right spot. 

“Mmm, it feels like I’m the hyung, though,” Jungkook drawled lasciviously and clamped his teeth into the tender flesh of his inner thigh, delivering a quick blast of pain that thrummed up his spine and goaded him into convulsing, squirming out of the sudden bite. 

But Jungkook hooked his arm over his thigh and kept it immobile as he closed his mouth around the reddish spot he nipped seconds ago, sucking even harder and deeper until he carved the imprint of his teeth into his skin. “Fuck, I could just eat your thighs, baby. They’re so plump and smooth.” Fingers still thrusting into him in slow pushes, he ran the flat of his tongue over the scarlet mark he planted into his flesh and showered it with sugary, soothing kisses. 

Taehyung’s whines of pain mellowed at the aftercare, though he still gasped out his moans by the stimulating ministrations of Jungkook’s dexterous fingers. “You have to fuck me now, baby, I’m ready, I promise.”

“Mmm, yeah, you are, damn. I’ll fuck you, Taehyung. I can’t wait,” he breathed out as he retracted his hand, immediately reaching for a new condom and the lube. “Wanna turn around? It’ll be easier at first. We can change positions after you get used to it.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He hurried to obey, something that definitely wasn’t like him, like the Taehyung he knew, but he was too giddy with the thought of his cock finally abusing his hole that he didn’t care one bit. 

Condom already in place and soaked with lube, he cleaned his hands with a wet wipe and aligned his length to his entrance. “You ready?”

“Yes, God, I won’t break this time, promise, promise.”

“I know you won’t, baby. I stretched you out amazingly well now that we were both patient. And you’re such a good and strong boy. You can take it.” He brushed the tip over his rim, his breath freezing in his lungs every time it got sucked in by the perfectly slackened muscle. 

“Yes, I am, can take it, baby, can, can—” The heavenly glide of his big cock into the deepest parts of his hole had him in an electrifying stupor, robbing him of words and the ability to think about anything else than that length stuffing him to the brim and throbbing against his inner folds. 

Jungkook was in a similar trance of searing stupefaction; he didn’t mean to bottom out at once, but it was so slippery and the muscle just lax enough to accommodate his girth in a snug fit. 

The room resounded with choked, breathy, and pleased sounds, sinfully intermingled with the heady scent of sex and lust that flew both into a state of hyper-exhilaration. 

The pain was still there for Taehyung, but it was that pain that thrilled him and aroused him even more, that pain he wished it wouldn’t go away as his hole would get molded to the shape of Jungkook’s cock. So he rolled his pelvis against the magnificent length before that stomach-tingling feeling would disperse.

“Shit, oh God—you sure you’re okay, baby?” Jungkook’s strained voice let out between groans and sharp intakes of breath, his one hand laying on the curve of his ass as the other seized his waist that was so svelte he could engulf its breadth with ease. 

“Yes, perfect, it hurts just perfect, Jungkook, Kookie—fuck, I feel you so deep.” Words just tumbled from his lips without being completely aware of them, sounding muffled in his ears by the fuzzy mist of content encapsulating his senses. 

The way he kept saying his name — subdued whiny tones wrapping around the word with an overlay of desperation and hankering — and that damn nickname that lent a shade of intimacy to their carnal moment added to the infusion of rapture Jungkook was experiencing for the first time with such intensity. 

He held his waist with both hands now in a manner that hinted at Taehyung that he’d take the lead, and delivered slow, steady dives into his hole, reaching as deep as physically possible with a slapping sound looping around the buzz of their overexcited pants and shaky noises. 

Taehyung rhythmically moaned with each clash of his hips against his ass, hands fisting the messy bedding for support. He could feel his massive cock pave its way inside him and push his fluttering walls open in a savory stretch of mild pain and rapture merged into one, sinuous tizzy. And he fucking loved it. 

“God, you’re so warm, baby, you take me so well,” Jungkook rasped, watching with creases of bliss framing his countenance as his length sank into the narrow muscle, the warmth enclosing it ripping through every fiber of his body in blazing ripples. 

“Feels amazing, Kookie, faster, harder, can take it, want it.”

“Yes, you can. You’re perfect, the best for me, so fucking—oh—perfect.” Jungkook thrust rougher into him, and the amplified friction unhinged the last traces of his coherence. He clasped his round asscheeks in brutal palms and speared him on his cock speedily, his jaw taut like a bowstring, grunts squeezing out of him through clenched teeth, and his brows set low over libidinous eyes. 

“Oh yes, fuck yes, Jungkook, baby, like that—” The relentless shoves of his hips caused his whole body to judder, pressing him deeper and deeper into the mattress, and his gabbling got strangled by the downy pillow. He rammed his ass back onto the deft thrusts smacking against his already sore rim as he felt the pleasantly painful grasp on his asscheeks grow more vicious, knowing — hoping — the overpowering sensation of that touch would linger on his ass for days. 

Jungkook slowed the movement of his hips until he pulled out, and frantic whines instantly rang in his ears, raising a crooked smile from him. “Relax, angel,” he purred as he gently tugged at the front side of his thighs, flattening his body over the bed. He brought his legs closer, climbing out of them so he could fuse them, and lifted his rotund ass in a beautiful curve before he lay flat over him, mouth wandering around the slope of his neck. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

Taehyung felt stupid at the feel of his hot breath huffing against his skin and the promising statement that spilled from those heavenly lips in a smoky tune. “You gonna fuck me until morning, baby?” 

The corner of his mouth tipped upwards as he got hold of his cock to guide it to his entrance and slipped just the head inside. “That’s the plan. Or do you prefer to sleep?” He jerked his hips forward, burying his length deep, and ground against him. 

Taehyung choked, literally choked by the excessive drool in his mouth since he was too blissed-out to remember to swallow and the necessary action was done on its own by the sudden shove of his Adam’s apple against the pillow. He coughed hoarsely, his sore throat by his constant moans burning even more, but the delectable heat of the wondrous cock rubbing against his prostate was too overwhelming to care about anything else. 

“I’ll take that as a no,” Jungkook whispered, his smirk carving its shape against his flesh as he dragged his lips across the crook of his neck. 

“Fuck me, Jungkook, please, please,” he whimpered in a spin as his form became hyper-aware of everything; from the muscular body grinding over his back — the slide of skin against skin heady, thrilling — to the rattling of his heart against the cages of his ribs. 

“I am fucking you,” he said cheekily, reveling in the huffs of frustration that spewed from his mouth straightaway as he continued the purposefully minimal spirals of his pelvis. 

“Harder, Kookie, fucking pound me, wanna feel you wrecking me.”

“There you go.” The delightful smirk on his face dissolved as he latched his teeth into the juncture of his neck and shoulder and, as Taehyung so desperately requested, pounded into his hole with fast plunges. 

Taehyung screamed at the delicious ache of his bite, feeling his mouth suck and pull hard on his flesh, and all he could do was moan inanely, keep his ass steady as Jungkook fucked him nice and rough, and fucking take it, take that cock splitting him open with vast alacrity. 

“So good, oh God, Kookie, baby, you fuck me so deep, you’re so good for me,” Taehyung spluttered, drunk on the sense of the bloated head of his length striking his sweet spot straight on in the new position. 

A bestial grunt thundered at the back of Jungkook's throat as he devoured the untarnished flesh inches away from the purplish hickey he just gave him, wanting to leave him marks that would remind him of this night for days after. “Fuck, hyung’s good for me too, perfect, sucking my cock in so well,” he replied once he recovered from silky walls squishing his erection divinely, though he probably didn't regain full lucidity because if he did, he would have smacked himself for saying that word so carelessly to a damn stranger.

It was so gratifying to hear how shattered and gravelly Jungkook's voice was, even though his own was worse for a while now. His woozy brain tarried to grasp the word Jungkook spouted off while abusing his insides, but once it did, it clung onto it for dear life, begging internally to call him that again and again. 

His mental entreaties must have rolled off his tongue insensibly along with a storm of gasping moans because Jungkook decreased the slam of his hips to dragging thrusts, peppering sloppy kisses on his jaw and cheek. “What? I didn’t hear you, baby.” 

“Said wanna ride you, Kookie, wanna—wanna make you feel good,” he let out instead, thinking his immense urge to hear that word from him again would sound crazy to Jungkook and intimate, something he clearly showed he didn’t like.

He thought about it more of a kink than displaying intimacy, which he couldn’t enjoy often because the “targets” he periodically had sex with were older than him. He couldn’t deny that he liked the scenario of being the older one and submitting to someone younger, letting them take care of him, pleasure him, fuck him stupid. 

Suddenly, the heat over his frame disappeared and relocated to his ass in a stinging sort of burn, and he puled once he recognized its origin as end-to-end harsh spanks. 

“Why are you lying, baby?” Jungkook intentionally drew his cock out and hoisted his hips with a callous wrench, throwing another round of smacks on the velvety globes of his ass. He spread them to reveal his entrance, and he moaned at the sight of his crimson, gaping hole clenching into nothing. “Why are you lying to me and forcing me to stop fucking this pretty hole?” His inquiry trailed off at the end and got drowned as he jammed his heat full of his ravenous tongue, yanking his ass against his face simultaneously in tremendous need to shove it as deep as it could go. 

Sharp shocks of stimulation spiked through Taehyung, his stomach lurching and knotting and free-falling towards the ocean of pure euphoria alongside his mind and rationality. “Shit, Jungkook—baby, stop, gonna cum again if you don’t stop.”

Jungkook retreated at his warning, despite his raging desire to feast on his hole with his tongue. “My tongue can make you cum easier than my cock? I don’t know if that’s a compliment or a bit offensive,” he teased as he lay beside him and instructed him to mount him with a gentle tug on his hand. 

Taehyung crawled over him in haste, whimpering softly as he hooked his arms under his shoulders and squeezed their bodies together. “It’s not just your tongue, baby,” he uttered against his flesh, mouthing at his collarbones. “I was already holding it for a bit. But then you spanked me and put that tongue in my hole and I was about to burst again.”

Jungkook basked in his wet, delicate kisses that traveled to his chin and then his lips, smoothing a tender hand along the muscles of his back. “Why did you lie?”

“How do you know I lied if you didn’t hear what I said?” Taehyung argued in a murmur as he straightened his posture, pressing a hand against the center of his chest and reaching for his cock with the other. 

Jungkook hissed at feathery fingers lacing around his length and released a guttural, sonorous moan as Taehyung sheathed himself onto his cock, the motion slow and steady. “Fuck, I heard—fuck—some words.” 

“Fine, I’ll tell you, but don’t get mad,” he breathed out as he leaned against his frame to bury his face in the crook of his neck, his hips rolling a notch faster, taking his cock harder. 

“Could never get mad at you, angel, not when you’re fucking yourself on my cock so well.” Jungkook fastened his arms around him and kept his lower body unmoving with great struggle, wanting to give him temporary control in pleasuring him as Taehyung desired. 

“You—you called me hyung, and I liked it.” He hated the way his voice came across, all timid and breathy, as though he were afraid to raise his tone to a well-distinct volume. The coil of unease clutching his throat and twisting his belly placated with the acceleration of his pushes against his pelvis, and it was literally fucked out of him just a few seconds later. “I like being called that, and it’s not about intimacy. It’s about a fucking kink, Jungkook, fuck.” His cries burst from his mouth muffled as he maintained it linked with the side of his neck, his fingers threading into his hair in a tight grip.

It was challenging to gather his limpidity enough to answer him with the zealous, agile thrusts of his beautiful ass and the feel of that tight, warm hole edging him towards the culmination of his bottled-up hunger. But the pleased, harmonic whines vibrating against his neck and rolling into his ears overrode his haziness.

Taking into consideration that it was just a kink and not about intimacy, Jungkook didn’t feel any grain of discomfort at the thought of calling him that. “I won't deny you anything that gives you pleasure, hyung. You’re so good for me, hyung.”

The visceral reaction his words pulled from him was enthralling. The man above him expelled a deluge of needy sounds as he convulsed and then scrambled to sit straighter, wrapping a suppressive hand around the base of his swollen cock with the sexiest wrecked face he had ever seen. His previously styled, neat clumps had withered, sticking to his temples and forehead by the thin layer of sweat, creases of satisfaction framed his eyebrows, narrowed, watery eyes sparkled with desperation, and bottom lip wedged harshly between teeth. 

He truly had a face that ceased you in your tracks, and from the moment he met him until now, Taehyung’s ethereal beauty didn’t stop impressing him; it only grew more and more as time passed in some magical way he didn’t know. 

“You’re so pretty, hyung.”

Taehyung’s dazed eyes crawled to meet his at the low, genuine hue of his voice, squeezing his cock harder in his effort to starve off his orgasm. “Fuck, don’t talk. Don’t move. Give me a moment.”

“We will have a second round, angel. Don’t torture yourself like that. You can cum. But I won’t stop fucking you until I cum too.”

Taehyung’s shallow breaths intensified upon his sensual declaration, his body slanting over him on its own until he nested in his arms. “Shit, okay, okay, I can handle the oversensitivity.” He pressed long kisses on his lips, sucking them into his mouth in turn. “Can I cum on you? Wanna lick you clean and share the cum like before.” 

“Yes, God, you’re so fucking hot, hyung.” Jungkook sneaked his tongue past his plush lips, brushing and exploring and savoring. “Do you want me to take control now? Fuck your pretty hole until you’re cumming all over me?”

“Yes, yes, do it please,” he hastened to agree, his whole body sizzling only at the thought. 

Jungkook’s hands traveled down his sides with a tingling effect and anchored on his waist, his grip secure, near bruising. He bent his knees and planted his feet into the mattress — the sudden shift of his cock in a deeper penetration had both grunting in unison. “I won’t be gentle,” he uttered and trained his eyes on him once Taehyung slightly withdrew, his sultry, drilling eyes that conveyed a promise of ultimate pleasure. 

“I don’t want you to be.” Taehyung gaped back at him with equal fierceness, the thumping of his heart suddenly skyrocketing, but he didn’t have time to puzzle over it; as if their minds melded into one, sharing the same thoughts and desires, Taehyung plunged to capture his heavenly mouth and Jungkook rammed his hips against him, setting a stable yet brute pace that had both juddering and moaning and blazing with fervency. 

He took him faster and harder than before, hammering into his sensitive walls and wreaking havoc in his mind, heart, his entire fucking existence. His brawny legs were unwearied and solidly set against the bed, giving him the perfect base for the swift-flowing slam of his hips in just the right place. 

The jumble of shivery moans and quick puffs interwove obscenely with the sound of skin slapping against skin as their intoxicated gazes held at a standstill on each other, absorbing the abrupt shifts of their contented countenances and simply marveling at the other’s beauty. 

Jungkook noted the absence of dirty talk in their rapturous moment, though he didn’t mind one bit. Honestly, he had no words to say — he couldn’t articulate anything even when he tried. His punch-drunk head was a vortex of mixed emotions and filled with only praises for Taehyung, but he couldn’t catch at one, couldn’t push anything out of his mouth than groans and stupid sounds of bliss. It was only that man, Taehyung, and his need to make him feel good, make him cum by his cock, and send him on cloud nine. 

Taehyung shared his slaphappy condition without knowing it; his brain was screaming curses and pleas, but he could only mewl in a trance and take the cock gouging into his hole and stirring his insides with wordless avidity. The heat was everywhere, within him, around them, in Jungkook’s touch, in his gaze, and it built so high it made him jolt with his oncoming release. 

He slapped a hand against his chest for support and straightened his back, gasps and shallow breaths flying off his mouth as he gripped his cock to control the vehement stream of his cum and not accidentally spill anything on the covers. 

Jungkook’s pace drove down insensibly as he watched the ravishing man cum on his abs with the filthiest and prettiest sounds he had ever heard and a beautifully crumpled face of ecstasy. 

“Don’t slow down, Kookie, fuck me hard, want you to cum too,” Taehyung’s hoarse voice released between labored pants as he squeezed the last spurt of cum out of his cock and dove to accumulate the thick liquid on his tongue. 

Only then Jungkook apprehended the deceleration of his thrusts and the cause of it, though he brushed it off. He waited until Taehyung flopped over him again, spiraling his ass against him to rub his length deep into him. 

Taehyung almost choked yet again with a mouth full of cum at the burning oversensitivity, but fuck, he loved it. He let the substance flow into Jungkook’s open mouth and smashed their lips together, licking and sucking his release from his tongue. 

Jungkook was ablaze by the act and his voluptuous taste, and he smacked his asscheeks fiercely before he clawed at his hips and began impaling him on his cock again, fast and hard. He was at the edge for a while now and did everything he could not to cum before Taehyung, before giving him the pleasure he deserved. 

But even if he wanted to hold back now, he couldn’t; the sight of Taehyung cumming on him, their lewd make-out with his release, his angelic whines and moans, his warm hole clenching around him, and his heated body pressing against him were too much for him. Everything was too much for him at that moment, and his orgasm was the most euphoric one he ever had before. 

His hips jerked violently as he kissed him harder than ever, grunting into his mouth, and he resumed fucking into him with jerky thrusts while he rode off his high, different muscles of his body twitching at the overwhelming, flaring sensation.

A gentle element crept into their kiss soon, the glide of their lips slow and savory, their tongues brushing together in mellow caresses. Their chests fluctuated harmoniously with quick breaths as they swam in fluffy clouds of unconditional content, the afterglow still vibrating under their skin. 

“I feel so full.” Taehyung’s raspy voice pierced through the quiescence of the room in a broken riffle as he laid the side of his head on his shoulder. 

“Full of what?” Jungkook twisted his head towards him, wanting to keep his eyes on him at all times for some reason. 

“Well, full of cock, first of all,” he teased with a weak roll of his hips, but fell into complete stillness again when he perceived Jungkook hiss and his face contort. 

“I’m sensitive, baby, don’t move,” Jungkook whispered, breathing through the shock of pained sensitivity that shot down his cock. 

“Sorry.” He drew a soft peck on his lips, his fingers brushing random patterns on his left shoulder and occasionally tracing the oval-shaped mark he had. 

Something strange pooled in Jungkook’s stomach, heavy and uncomfortable, as if something weren't right, and his eyes bulged a fraction with the realization that descended upon him.

He was cuddling with his one-night stand. Jungkook never cuddled with his one-night stands. 

His muscles grew rigid as the arm cradling Taehyung’s waist jumped off him in a rush, and his sudden jittery behavior earned him a narrowed scrutiny from the man that was on top of him. 

“What was that?”

“I don’t like this,” spewed from his mouth with a harsh undertone, but he comprehended it and suppressed it when he spoke again. “I mean, I don’t cuddle with my one-night stands. It usually feels awkward, and I don’t like it.” 

“Oh. It’s cool. I just wanted to rest for a bit. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” Taehyung offered him a smile as an apology and hoisted his hips, slipping the length out of him. He inhaled sharply at the burning sensation in his ass once it was empty and winced as he lay beside him. 

Jungkook removed the condom and grabbed a wet wipe to cover it, leaving it on the nightstand as he was too lazy to stand up. “You know, for a very powerful bottom you apologize way too much,” he commented, light sarcasm underlining every word. 

“I’m just being human. I don’t like upsetting people. And when I do, I feel the need to apologize. Is this too hard to understand for your egoistic mind?” 

Taehyung could have omitted his last scathing question, could have confined his condescending look, could have used a gentler voice with no provocation. But he didn’t know why he just couldn’t do any of these things. Maybe it was something about Jungkook’s scornful gaze. Something about his jeering tone. Or the termination of their cuddle when Taehyung was so comfortable and warm in his arms that triggered such a reaction from him. 

Jungkook studied him with a wooden face, still trying to process the unexpected change in his demeanor. “Suddenly you’re a brat without a cock up your asshole?”

Taehyung huffed a mocking sound as he pulled himself to a sitting position, hissing quietly in pain. “Suddenly you’re an asshole without your dick aroused?” he shot back, his tone dripping with inflammatory mockery, and he rose to his feet with a string of choked profanities by the flaming ache in his ass. 

“Where the hell are you going now?”

“To take a fucking shower,” Taehyung snapped at him, using the bed as a prop to lean on because fuck, he truly couldn’t walk on his own. “I was so full of everything, so happy, so relaxed, and you had to piss me off,” he muttered, the words ground out through his teeth with boiling anger. 

“You started it!” Jungkook exclaimed in sheer disbelief as he jolted to a straighter stance. 

“Yeah, well, and you’re an asshole.” He couldn’t come up with anything better because Jungkook was unfortunately right. He knew Jungkook just wanted to tease him with what he said, but Taehyung wanted to annoy him, make him feel what he was feeling at that moment. 

But he only managed to infuriate himself more. 

Just as he reached the end of the bed, a muscular figure sprang up in front of him, blocking his way. “Move.”

“No,” Jungkook said, poised. “Tell me the real reason you’re so pissed off suddenly.”

“The real reason is that you’re an—” He cut himself off and repressed another insult that dangled on the tip of his tongue. “Forget it,” he uttered in defeat and stepped aside to walk past him. 

Jungkook draped an arm over his stomach and delicately pushed him onto his chest. “I’m an asshole?” he breathed out, lips ghosting over his ear. “A jackass?” He mouthed at the contour of his ear, sucking his earlobe with little nips. “I’m insensitive?” He imprinted a row of wet kisses down the slope of his neck, being none too careful with his teeth, and firmed up the grasp around him as he felt Taehyung sink a drop. “I’m egoistic?” His left hand came to trail his cock from his balls to the head with just his fingertips, causing it to jerk wildly.

“Yes to everything. I am all these things and a lot more.” His mouth suckled his neck harder, carving marks into his skin as he smeared the precum oozing from his slit all around the growing length with the faintest of touches. “I’m the worst, and you should be happy you won’t see me again after this night. But I’m not stupid, hyung.”

Taehyung mewled at the sensually spoken word as he cupped Jungkook’s hand that was toying with his erection and squeezed it, forcing it to twine around his cock. “You’re not—you’re the best, Kookie, the best,” he spluttered, his head falling back giddily onto his shoulder as he guided his hand to pump him at a creep. 

“Trust me, I’m not. But I want to be for hyung.”

Taehyung’s legs buckled under the colossal stimulation of his words, and he would have collapsed onto the floor and shattered like a falling glass if Jungkook didn’t hold him tighter. “Wanna be the best for you too.”

Jungkook looped an arm under his knees and one around his waist and picked him up effortlessly. He climbed over the bed and set him down in a gentle motion, straddling him without delay. “Then tell me the real reason you got mad, so I won’t do it again, hyung.” 

“I don’t know,” he panted out, relishing the hungry mouth devouring his neck and getting drunk on it all over again. “Was comfortable. On top of you. Didn’t wanna move. I don’t know why it bothered me. Hyung’s sorry.” His hands swam over his back with ardent pressure, hips rubbing against him. 

“It’s okay. I was curt too. I was just surprised because as I said, it’s usually awkward to cuddle with my one-night stands.” Jungkook continued the carnal appreciation of his body with his mouth further down his chest and stomach, nipping and sucking, blazing with an urge to shower every inch with marks. His rationality and impulsiveness sank into a feral duel for the concealment or revelation of an alarming fact respectively, and a certain, accidental brush of cock against cock tilted the victory towards the latter. 

“But with you, it wasn’t. And it puzzled me.”

It was a revelation Taehyung didn’t expect in the slightest, though it wasn’t mentally possible for him to over-analyze it with a sinful, eager mouth painting kisses and nips all over his belly. “Maybe you were just comfortable with me. It’s not wrong—not a big deal.”

It was the only reasonable explanation he could produce through the fog of pleasure obstructing his senses, and it sounded plausible enough to Jungkook’s ears. “Yeah, you’re right.” Putting aside their small fight and anything he couldn’t find answers to, he held the base of his cock and twirled his tongue around the flushed head, pressing it against the slit too. 

Taehyung had lost count of his orgasms at this point, but fuck, he still wanted Jungkook to pleasure him more, to make him cum over and over until he’d be having dry orgasms, as Jungkook said himself. So he grabbed a fistful of his hair, eyes fixed on him and moans spilling from his parted lips, and surrendered to the tsunami of convulsive excitation his dreamy mouth gifted him. 

Jungkook flicked his tongue against the slit, humming at the delightful taste of his precum, and steeped the cock into his heat with a swift plunge. The flat of his tongue rubbed against the underside of his length as he took him slow and deep, hands swimming up and down his thick thighs, gently slapping and groping. 

His pulse brisked at Taehyung’s enthusiastic reaction. The exhilaration thrumming through his bloodstream amplified at the spasms of his body, his obscene sounds for him, and the firm grip on his hair, tugging and releasing rhythmically every time his hips twitched upwards. 

“Fuck, baby, you suck me so well.”

His only acknowledgement of the praise was a drawn-out moan and the added fervency to his ministrations. Jungkook's mouth remained snugly closed around the delicious cock as he lapped up his taste, feeling his own length throb harder and harder with each deep dive of his head. 

He forced the cock further down his throat until his nose grazed against his glabrous skin, and he swallowed, his eyes pooling moisture right away. He rarely did this; in fact, it was just the second time he swallowed around someone. But for him, Taehyung deserved it. He deserved to have his cock sucked in the most torrid, artful of ways. He deserved to feel ultimate pleasure in every way possible. 

He gave him so much already. And Jungkook longed to give back. 

Taehyung was pummeled into a delirium of rapture at the volcanic sensation, mind wimpling with its intensity and body quaking uncontrollably. “Fucking h-hell, baby, oh, fuck, fuck,” he babbled between his pathetic sounds for him and harsh breaths, his brows drawn together and eyes straining to stay open and riveted on the mind-bending sight of his stretched lips around his cock. 

Jungkook did it again and again until he was left breathless, until his throat burned, until the dampness in his eyes leaked out. He pulled his mouth off with a slick, sucking sound and kissed along the rock-hard, drenched length to the root as he elevated his legs and pushed them against his chest. 

Taehyung moaned when Jungkook met his gaze, finding embers of hankering pouring from the depths of his soul. His delectable lips, puffy, reddened, and shiny with saliva, lowered between his legs without a word and sweetly pressed against his hole, causing him to break out in shudders at the simple, faint touch. 

A row of muffled profanities emitted from him as he felt his hot tongue lick thick lines over his entrance and his mouth close over his still loosened rim, sucking it with mild motions. 

Jungkook could sense how sensitive and sore his pretty hole was as he let his tongue circle the muscle and then push past it, the slide easy by the big stretch his cock had given it. He thrust deeper, sinking in and nudging against his walls before he stroked the fluttering inner folds with nimble plunges. 

Continuous moans buzzed in his throat as he alternated between slurping his rim and shoving his tongue inside, mixing with Taehyung’s mewls and gasps and pants. He loved every noise he released; he sounded so pleased, so blissful, and all because of his actions, because of his tongue slipping into his hole and caressing its walls with vigor and delicacy at the same time. 

He wriggled his tongue keenly, flexing and flattening it in all directions, and a choked sound got caught in his throat as he felt Taehyung clench around him, his walls pulling at the pink muscle to get it deeper. 

Fuck, he could stay there lapping up his ass for hours and hours on end, hearing his wanton moans designed only for him, feeling his frame quiver by his ministrations. He truly believed even fucking Taehyung until morning with his fingers, tongue, cock, wouldn’t be enough to satiate his lust for him. 

Taehyung’s blood singed in his veins as the ecstasy made him stupid all over again. He gaped with wet, hazy eyes as he was pierced open by the hot muscle, and a certain tightness erupted within him, tingling the pits of his stomach. “Baby—Kookie, no, no,” he spluttered in a whiny, disjointed string of words, his mind so fucked-out and punch-drunk he couldn’t form anything else on his tongue than desperate moans. 

Jungkook paused at once at his sudden objection, his forehead puckering in alarm as he looked at him. “What is it? Did I do something wrong?” He unclasped Taehyung’s hands from his thighs and straightened his legs over the bed, his gaze focused on his face at all times. 

“I-I felt like I’ll cum again. Want your cock, Kookie.”

Jungkook’s frown melted into a small smile at his cute, whiny tone, despite his emotive words. He flattened himself on top of him and propped his elbows on each side of his head. “You’re sore. You don’t want to rest a bit more?”

Taehyung embraced his frame, tugging him down to claim his lips shortly. “No. Want you now. Want to feel you again.”

“Are you sure?”

“Do you always ask so many questions when someone asks you to fuck them?” 

Jungkook buried his face in his neck as a chuckle fell from his lips. “Well, you called me an asshole before. I’m just trying to be considerate.” He brushed sugary kisses on the slope of his neck until he reached his mouth, hovering right above it. “You don’t know how much I want to feel you again too. But I hold no responsibility if you can’t walk tomorrow, as I said before.”

“Don’t worry. I might blame you a bit, but I know it’ll be all on me. Now fuck me again. Show me how much you want to feel me again.”

Shivers rushed down Jungkook’s back at his hypnotic voice and the challenge underlying his last remark. He slid his mouth along his lower lip in a teasing, slow caress, scarcely tracing it with the tip of his tongue. “I’ll show you,” he whispered — promised — against his mouth. “I’ll show you, hyung.” He swallowed the flurry of moans that began spewing from him at that word with a torrid kiss. He devoured him with flaming alacrity that designated the blastoff of the hidden promise he made, lips pressing and tongues rolling together in a turbulent dance. 

He only broke apart to reach for the lube, and he was kissing him again as he coated three fingers and then glided them past his rim, instantly splaying them to prepare him for his cock. 

Taehyung puled at the slight burning in his sore hole, though he made no efforts to stop him. He didn’t want to stop him. In fact, he felt ready, wanted to scream he was ready for his cock, but again he only settled for releasing stifled moans and kissing him harder. 

Feeling his sensitive walls as stretched as before, Jungkook withdrew his fingers and dismounted him. He wore a condom and slathered his length with abundant lubricant before wiping his hands. “Sit up.”

It wasn’t a request. His voice was deep, rough and imposing around the edges, with any grain of gentleness discarded. And he obeyed. Immediately and hastily obeyed, wanting to be good for him, wanting to soak up all the longing that sparked brightly in Jungkook's eyes as soon as possible, wanting to become a mess on his cock however Jungkook desired. 

He watched with eager eyes as Jungkook hoisted a pillow against the headboard and sat upright, leaning against it.

“Come sit, hyung.” 

And Taehyung complied with his directions again, crawling towards him and perching on his lap. “You chose a rather intimate position.”

“Well, intimate for our bodies. I want to feel you as close as possible. I want you to feel how my body burns for you.” He hooked a hand under his right asscheek to boost him just enough to line up the tip of his cock with his hole, their eyes fastened on each other all the while, their lips inches apart. “And I want to feel if your body burns for me just the same.” He led him downwards with the softest of tugs on his waist, both groaning and choking when the head nested inside him, foreheads knocking against each other lightly. “Go as slow as you want until you get used to it. I won’t touch you until then. You have full control.”

“What if I don’t let you touch me at all?” Taehyung questioned in a throaty murmur as he allowed his weight to drag him down in a wet slide until his ass sat heavy on his pelvis. “Oh, shit,” he choked out as he laced his legs around him, arms looping over his shoulders to bond their chests. “Would you—would you be okay with that? Would you obey with that?”

Jungkook curled his hands underneath his armpits with a booming groan and pressed down on his shoulders, fingertips digging into his skin. “No. Fuck no. I would never obey with that. Because it’s not what you want—what your body wants. You want to tease me, torture me even like the brat you are, but your body wants my touch. It needs it. And I’ll give it anything to pleasure it.”

Before Taehyung could even let out a needy moan at his one hundred percent correct words, Jungkook lunged to capture his mouth and drink up all of his noises. With the kiss came electric prickles that fueled Taehyung’s yearning to move, to fuck himself on his cock wholeheartedly, and be the best for him. 

“Am I right, hyung?” 

“Yes, fuck, you’re right, baby, you’re so right,” he muttered as he rocked his hips, feeling the enormous length writhe against his walls and jab at the deepest parts of his insides. “Want to feel you in every way possible. And since I can’t feel your cum fill me up and then drip down my thighs, you better cum in my mouth this time.” 

Jungkook choked on a half chuckle and a half moan, fleetingly wondering if he ever had this sort of conversation before with his cock balls deep in someone. Wondering if anyone ever made him laugh in such a situation. If he ever just had fun with someone and was on the verge of exploding by pleasure at the same time. 

The answer was no, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it. So he dispelled his thoughts and sank his teeth into his neck, etching a crimson mark into his skin. “And you better keep my cum so I can taste it too this time.”

“It’s your cum. You can taste it anytime,” he protested with a pout. “Now I want it for myself.”

“It’d be weird if I tasted my own cum alone. It lacks thrill and fun in so many ways.”

“Don’t care. M’not sharing.”

“Then I won’t cum in your mouth,” Jungkook said in an impish whisper, hands skimming down the muscles of his back to grasp his ass. 

“Jungkook!” he sniveled but erupted into moans as the other lifted him handily and drove him down his cock. 

Jungkook's movements faltered at his all out endearing expostulation as he dropped his head against his shoulder, his chest wobbling with the rumble of a suppressed spurt of laughter. “Fuck, you’re not supposed to make me laugh in a moment like this.”

A current of warmth undulated across Taehyung’s insides when Jungkook untucked his face and gazed at him with a widish smile painted over his lips. He copied it at once, his eyes all gooey with glee upon seeing such sight for the first time and from that proximity. “You’re even prettier when you smile.” The words plummeted from his mouth before he could stop them, and it amazed him, really, how his mouth seemed to be ahead of his brain with him. 

Taehyung always had everything well-calculated in his head. He knew what he should say and what to hold back. He could contain himself from sharing certain thoughts. Why was it so hard to do that with Jungkook? 

The compliment, though, only deepened Jungkook’s smile and inflamed the gleam in his eyes. “You’re prettier, baby. However you are. But even more when you’re complaining.” He eliminated the distance between their mouths as he hoisted him, only to ease him down again, and set a stable tempo of lifting and pushing with unhurried zest. 

Taehyung buried one hand in his hair as the other remained clutched around his shoulders, squeezing their chests together. He could feel his heat filter in his flesh and bones by the friction of their bodies, so wild and intense it even perforated the wall of defense and restraint caging his heart. The abrasion alone was enough to suck him in the cyclone of its entrancing cloudiness and melt his insides in a flaming, haywire mess. 

And combined with the thick cock dragging against his sensitive walls and filling him up so voluptuously and striking as far into him as it could reach, it wrecked him in the most heavenly of ways. 

Taehyung needed — his body craved such closeness, and he only realized it then. He realized it by his demanding mouth refusing to detach from his despite that his lungs ached for more oxygen. He realized it by his insistent hands that trembled in the thought of parting from his frame, his chest that kept pressing against him as though he would fall apart if he withdrew, and his hips that smacked against him with each descent to feel him deeper, harder, just more, more, more. 

Maybe it was just the position Jungkook chose. Maybe the closeness and the ever-expanding conflagration pulsing among them was a given by the stance of their bodies and it had nothing to do with Jungkook himself, but whatever the case, Taehyung felt alight with passion. Simply, delightfully ablaze. 

“Fuck, angel,” Jungkook drawled at a specific rough pull on his hair that only added to the frenzy of bliss rampaging throughout his insides. “I could fuck you like this for hours,” he panted out as he tirelessly speared him on his cock fiercer, his grasp on the sides of his ass callous enough to imprint the shape of his hands on it. 

“Want that too, want you so much, baby.” Taehyung slurped his lower lip into his mouth and tossed his head back to cry out his moans for him and kissed him again and whimpered pathetically against his lips and fucking shattered on his dreamy cock just how he wanted it. 

“You got me, hyung, I’m right here wrecking your beautiful, tight hole,” he roughly said between their kisses, freeing one hand for a second to smack it against his ass. 

Taehyung convulsed at the enkindling pain, his mouth stumbling over the terribly desperate chain of pleas to do it again. Jungkook seemed to understand his slur because another slap was thrown onto his ass that had his eyes gathering moisture from the blinding amounts of pleasure. “Oh, God, Kookie, amazing, everything—you’re amazing, baby. Your cock, your cock—oh, fuck, don’t stop. Close, m’close.” 

“Fuck, you’re the sexiest little thing ever,” Jungkook grunted lowly, gawking at his blissed-out face through the brume of hunger in his eyes. “Cum all over me, hyung. Cum and lick me clean, give me your cum with your tongue.” He intensified the slam of his ass against him with a renewed upsurge of energy by the ethereal sight of his pleased countenance. “And then I’ll feed you my cum, angel, and you can have it all for yourself, fuck, you deserve it, hyung, you deserve everything for being so good for me.”

Each one of his words fueled the flame of his looming release, tingling all through his veins and blitzing his entire existence, and the edge came crashing over him with the unwearying pounding of his prostate. A sort of dreaminess embraced his writhing body as cum splattered all over their stomachs and chests, but the cock still thrusting into him kept him conscious enough to beg him not to stop fucking him. 

“Fuck, baby, your sounds, your face... beautiful,” Jungkook breathed out, his heart lurching at the scene. “I don’t want to stop either, but you want to lick your cum first and share it? It’d be such a waste if it drips down.” 

“Yeah, okay, okay,” Taehyung rushed to agree and pecked his lips before he eased himself out of his length. He disregarded any ounce of pain in his ass and dipped to run his tongue over the stripes of cum on Jungkook’s body. He moaned lewdly upon scooping up the substance and used two fingers to wipe the cum from his chest as well before guiding them to Jungkook’s mouth, who eagerly opened it and slurped at his fingers. 

Taehyung climbed over him again and sank down on his cock without delay as he clawed at his hair to tilt his head back. The liquid spilled from his tongue into his awaiting mouth, hips gently rocking all the while, and they kissed, fervently kissed and devoured Taehyung’s cum together. 

A ferocious grunt sounded from Jungkook as he suddenly pushed him down on the bed without pulling out and flattened himself over him, hammering into his already wrecked hole with quick, brutal shoves. 

Taehyung clasped his arms and legs around him, taking everything he was given with a deluge of whines and moans. He luxuriated in the sturdy muscles of his back and the solidity of his chest as they juddered together, the rough but heady clashing of their bodies sending blazing sparks across his core. He also savored the taste of his addictive mouth, hot and needy and eager for him, just like his own. Everything was perfect, and he truly believed that if he hadn’t cum so many times already, he would be cumming again right then. 

“Are you ready for my cum, angel? Hmm? Will you drink it all up for me?”

“M’gonna share it. Wanna share it, Kookie.”

The rutting of his hips got fitful and the groans in his throat harsher as he zoomed in on his face. “Why did you change your mind?”

“Because you’re the best for me. You fuck me so well, baby. You made me cum so many times. Wanna give you everything.”

Jungkook held eye contact with only their bawdy sounds echoing in the room for a stretch and the slapping of his hips against his ass that became more frantic by the second. “Fuck, fuck—” He lurched back and hastily rolled the condom off before he grasped his cock, pumping it at a rapid pace. 

By the time his eyes traveled to Taehyung again, he was already bent forward with his mouth open to engulf his erection. He drove his length into his wet heat and thrust jerkily as he came, high-pitched moans tumbling out of him mixed with choked grunts. He cupped his face as he watched with undivided attention that ravishing man always taking his cock with such zeal, either in his mouth or hole, and felt his insides melt in absolute rapture. 

Taehyung squeezed the base of his length to make sure every drop of cum was spilled in his mouth and lifted himself to his knees, coming at the same level with Jungkook. He assimilated the electric look in his eyes and the fire raging behind it as he bound their bodies together, and he dove to unite their mouths too, suddenly craving heart and soul to burn in that wildfire that could also be felt everywhere on him and within him. 

Jungkook welcomed the fierce impact of their mouths with equal keenness and broke out in all kinds of contented noises the moment his tongue slotted into his cum-filled heat. They lapped up the substance with joint greed and relish, delighting in the luscious vibrations of their moans that sent sparking goosebumps along the length of their spines. 

He sensed the man lean against him more and more as though he didn’t have any strength left to keep himself up, but still refused to be the one who would end that volcanic kiss. So Jungkook delicately pulled him down and laid him on his back as he disconnected their mouths, despite the bizarre urge itching him to continue kissing him. He got hold of the pillow and raised his head just enough to tuck it under it. Then he plumped down and adjusted his pillow as well, his gaze trained on the ceiling and hands resting on his heaving chest. 

A detestable coldness spiraled up Taehyung’s limbs the moment they separated and pervaded his body until it flooded every inch, washing out fragments of the conflagration he previously experienced.

He steered his focus on the thumping of his heart against his ribcage, the throbbing of his strained muscles, the burning in his lungs by his hasty breathing, and the fullness he once again felt — such heady and celestial fullness it almost, almost was enough to outplace that coldness and substitute for the loss of contact. 

“That was really amazing.” 

Jungkook hummed, remaining motionless. “Yeah.”

“I feel so relaxed. So full again.”

“Good. I’m glad,” he responded, his voice nothing more than a whisper. 

“Isn’t sex the best thrilling pleasure we can give to our bodies? Great sex always leaves me so happy. And sore, but totally worth it.”

A weedy chuckle rose up his throat, but his lips barely moved as it slipped through them. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Taehyung’s head rotated towards him, probing eyes with a scintilla of puzzlement fixing on him, and he gazed long and intently at his profile in silence. “Am I talking too much? And making you uncomfortable again?” 

The unexpected timidity of his tone reeled in Jungkook's gaze, locking it on his face. “No. I’m just not used to this. To sit and talk after sex. I don’t know what to say.” 

The tip of his mouth pulled in a half smile. “Do you do this often?” 

“Yeah, relatively often.”

“That’s why you didn’t want hickeys on your body?” 

Jungkook snorted, the tension framing his face subsiding almost enough to allow a smile to creep over it. “Yeah. I hate it when they ask about them. Like, I’m having a one-night stand with you. Do you expect you’re my first or something?” 

Registering the lightness that edged through the rifts of his pitch and the traces of relaxation coloring it, Taehyung blew out a dulcet giggle. “You’re right. And how are your one-night stands usually?” 

“Well, it depends, but usually we just have sex for an hour or two and then I fall asleep if it’s so and so. If it’s good, I can keep going until they fall asleep. But I’ve never had more than two rounds.” 

“Why?” 

“You’re a curious little thing, aren’t you?” A playful twinkle danced up in his eyes — the same playfulness his words embodied that ripped from Taehyung another one of his giggles. The sound was euphonious, engaging, and near mesmeric, growing more addictive the more he heard it. 

“Yeah. I’m kinda curious. Am I making you uncomfortable again?”

Some of the brightness burned out of his countenance at his inquiry. “You don’t make me uncomfortable, Taehyung. You never did.”

Taehyung found reprieve within the sincerity of his statement, his lips stretching wider. “So if I hug you right now, you won’t be uncomfortable?” 

He contemplated his request as he gazed at his smiley face — another thing about him that was addictive; his gorgeous, bright smile. “If you don’t misunderstand it as affection or intimacy, no.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not the clingy type of guy. Just wanna feel your body against mine for a bit.”

Jungkook unfolded his arm then as an invitation for him to sneak into his embrace. “Feel my body all you want, baby. It’s yours for tonight.” 

“Ah, I’m the luckiest guy ever then.” He felt no embarrassment at the hurry of his movements to scoot closer and wrap his arm around him, his head perching on his chest. 

Jungkook sensed his heat suffuse his flesh at once and blanket his damn soul at the plain contact. “You won’t fall asleep, right?” 

“Why? Not done with me yet?” 

“Hmm, no, I don’t think I’m done with you yet. If you’re okay with it,” he added at last in a quieter tone, with a notion of hesitation around the edges. 

“I’m more than okay with it. Wanna feel you again and again until my body gives out.” He mouthed mildly at his chest as his hand splayed over it, caressing unhurried paths onto his skin. “But you have to give me a minute for the next round. My ass hurts so much. You’re... big.”

Jungkook’s lips twitched at his last remark as he smoothed a hand down his biceps, his mouth ghosting over the crown of his head and holding back an urge to plant a kiss on it. “Take all the time you need.”

A mutual silence cozily overflowed the room as Taehyung trailed his upper half with a gentle hand, appreciating the feel of the firm muscles and his warmth that seeped into his palm. His mind was vacant of any thought or concern, and despite the tiredness weighing down his body, he didn’t want to sleep yet. His focus fastened on the halcyon fluctuations of his chest and the placatory sound of his breathing, unconsciously syncing his breath with his.

His hand slowed as it passed over the wide scar on his belly and skimmed across the distorted line in a feathery glide. “Did it hurt a lot?” 

A slight crease formed between Jungkook’s brows at the question, but when he felt another stroke along his scar, it dissolved in understanding. “Yeah. Yeah it did.” 

Taehyung hummed lightly, gloom pricking through the bubble of serenity within his chest. He fenced in the questions that worked their way up his throat, strangling his curiosity, since he knew it wasn’t his business and Jungkook wouldn’t answer him, anyway. 

“But this one”—Jungkook then curled silky soft fingers around his wrist and guided his hand to his left side where a roundish mark was located—”hurt way more.”

Taehyung felt the shift in the surrounding air as his fingers grazed over the scar — it darkened and grew so heavy it even bore down on his chest in a stabbing mass that devastated that bubble of tranquility and jollity. He couldn’t handle the fumes of gloom radiating from Jungkook, from the man who gave him such flaming pleasure, and the man who would give him so much more until the end of their meeting. 

“Can I kiss it again?” 

“Why?” 

“Don’t know. I just feel like it. Maybe it’ll even tell me its story if I coddle it since you don’t wanna share it.”

His voice had the teasing lilt he came to enjoy every time he individuated it, and it pulled a hushed laugh from the back of his throat. “Okay then.”

Taehyung slipped over him, pressing a string of kisses on his cherry lips first and then traced his way down to his left side with slow pecks and nips. He brushed the circular scar with tender kisses and soothed over it with his tongue. His ministrations were dragging and delicate, with no underlying shred of lewdness or intent to inflame. He simply — rather fondly — cherished the cruel mark with his mouth, for some reason hoping to unburden some of the agonizing internal pain it bore. 

A gyre of mixed feelings blustered in Jungkook’s gut at the affectionate touches of satiny lips, his eyes fluttering closed right away. It was the first time someone treated his scar in such a soul-soothing way or just devoted his time to kiss it. He beat back the tingles all around his stomach and the strange warmth dwelling beneath every fiber of his skin and immersed himself in the palliative moment and the feel of his smooth lips drawing sweet kisses onto his skin. 

Jungkook's eyes cracked open as he sensed his mouth deviate after he didn’t even know how long, showering his abs with pecks and sucks. “What did it tell you?” 

“That you suffered a lot. Not only physically. Not only because of how much it hurt.” He pressed his lips lower on his stomach until he reached his semi-soft length. “But it didn’t tell me the whole story because it’d be too much for me. Too heartbreaking to know. To handle.” He caressed his groin with his mouth and tongue, peppering kisses around his slowly growing erection and sucking his balls into his mouth. “So it told me to take care of you. Make you feel amazingly good. Pleasure you with all I have.” 

His whispering words affected Jungkook more than he could ever imagine, stirring a maelstrom of sullenness and comfort at the same time inside him and overwhelming him with an unbearable desire to feel him in a way that anything sexual would be secondary — just to feel his body against his, his warmth, his mouth connect with his, and their breaths blend into one. 

“Come here.” 

Taehyung looked up from his crouched position, though he made no other movements. “You don’t wanna...?”

Jungkook jolted forward and yanked him by his biceps, flipping him to pin him to the bed. He leaned in haste to claim his mouth — that mouth that gave him so much exhilaration and managed to fire him up with just a few words.

Their puckered lips molded and swam together in an undertow of need to feel, connect, drown in it, and their tongues met with an explosive brush, igniting the center of their chest with something that brought pervasive goosebumps. 

There was something desperate about the way Jungkook rolled his mouth against his and tangled their tongues but synchronously mellow, fond even, that left him unprotected and vulnerable to the latent danger of Taehyung’s touch, warmth, and sway over his entity. 

Jungkook felt an array of things during a kiss but never vulnerability. And the more that unfamiliar emotion festered, the more each one of his heartbeats became forceful with spikes of muted fear and his stomach thrashed about and contracted and fluttered all at the same time, the deeper and harder he pressed their chests and merged their lips, diving headlong into the daunting, foreign ocean that was Taehyung. 

Taehyung lost all sense of time in the surprisingly gentle onslaught of brushing lips and rolling tongues, his mind spinning with the bliss it brought along with it. Gasps and whiny hums from Jungkook floated around them in a messy cloud that intoxicated him more, threading with his own strains of muffled moans. 

The air in his lungs was unremittingly getting sucked by Jungkook until little by little he wrenched it all out of him, leaving him breathless, with a searing chest writhing in its efforts to bring in much-needed oxygen and a heart stumbling over its own rhythm. 

Both were impossibly hard and dripping by now, but still Jungkook did nothing more than kiss him with hyper-alacrity. Didn’t run his hands on his body, didn’t roll his hips against him, didn’t cloak any other parts of him with kisses. With that puzzlement swirling in Taehyung's woozy head and his lungs throughout deprived of oxygen, no matter how much he longed to carry on devouring him, he placed trembling fingers around his chin and faintly pushed him back. “Jungkook,” he rasped, his mouth feeling numb by the excessive duration of their make-out as he spoke. “Why aren’t you doing anything?”

“Don’t want to stop kissing you,” he slurred against his swollen lips and left a trail of pecks on the tender flesh.

“I love it too, really, but I can’t breathe anymore. I need a moment to catch my breath.” 

“Sorry.” He slithered his mouth along his flushed cheek instead, carving wet kisses on it, and only then with their lips finally detached he registered the brutal battering of his heart and the unmerciful waving of his chest. 

“No, don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong.” His eyes fell closed at the feel of rosebud lips stroking their way to his left cheek with slow pats. “Just... Did my words about your scar bother you? That’s why you’re kissing me so hard? To shut me up?” The flat, slightly tense line of his mouth distorted beautifully with a tiny smile as a throaty chuckle infiltrated his senses and tickled the pinkish flesh of his cheek. “I just said what I believed and wanted. You can just forget it.” 

“I don’t want to forget it.”

Taehyung gave him time to continue, to tell him something more, something that would explain his sudden kiss attack, but he didn’t. “Then?” 

His actions stalled, lips slowly receding from his smooth, hot skin, and his head angled faintly away from him in an unexplainable denial to meet his eyes. “I don’t know. Just want to keep kissing you.”

“Forever?” 

Jungkook huffed a chuckle at the recognition of that mischievous lilt of his, lodging his lower lip between his teeth. “For the rest of our time together is more precise, I guess.”

“Screw precision.” His knuckles came to slide down his cheek until they tucked his chin between them and pulled on it mildly to bond their gazes. “Screw everything, really. And just kiss me until I can’t breathe again. Kiss me and fuck me again. Please.”

Jungkook carded his fingers through his hair as his chest ballooned with the inflow of a long, deep breath and deflated at the same slow pace. “You don’t have to plead for anything. You can just tell me what you want and you’ll have it. You’ll have everything from me until you disappear in the morning.”

“How do you know I’ll disappear first?”

“You have to,” he whispered as he nosed delicately around his cheek, letting his lips just scarcely skim over it. “I might want to keep you around if I find you next to me when I wake up. So you have to, Taehyung. You have to,” he chanted under his breath, unsure and wholeheartedly confused if he was asking him to leave or stay anymore.

“I know I have to,” he let out, his hands rubbing patterns onto the muscles of his back as he dabbed his lips at the corner of his mouth. 

“Good—”

“But if I don’t want to?” 

Something strained and stifling braised in the atmosphere at his meek question that made an imperceptible spasm cross Jungkook’s face. “There’s no reason for you to not want to. This is nothing more than a fuck. That’s how it began and that’s how it’s going to end. I don’t fuck anyone twice. But I have to admit that you made me think for a second about how it’ll be to fuck you tomorrow too.” He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling and pulling before he released it and covered it with pecks. “But that thought will disappear tomorrow. Along with you.”

“I’ll disappear, baby. Don’t worry. I’m not the type who stays around, anyway. For now, kiss me properly. Deep and hard so I can feel everything about you. And fuck me. Fuck me until your lust for me burns off.”

It was another challenge of his — a challenge Jungkook didn’t know if he could take. Because his lust for him didn’t seem to diminish in the slightest, no matter how many times he came. No matter how many times he already fucked him. No matter how long and deep and hard he kissed him. 

But he certainly wouldn’t stop there, even if he knew he’d fail that challenge. 

So he kissed him until their chest ached for oxygen again, dedicated ample of time to tongue-fuck him until his cheeks were damp and shiny with tears of ecstasy, and made him a mess with his cock again in various positions, although they always returned to the one they thirsted for, the one that made them delirious with bliss; Jungkook sitting upright against the headboard and Taehyung straddling him. 

And they came again and repeated the filthy act of sharing cum, remained connected as they reclined in the bed to rest, and they did everything all over again. They moaned and screamed for the other, praised, enkindled, intoxicated, burned for each other, delivered tide after tide of pleasure, got destroyed together and rebuilt again in each other’s arms. 

Again, again, and again until the exhaustion lulled their bodies into its soporific spell, causing their consciousness to darken and fade away while nested inside the other’s embrace. 

They weren’t sure who fell asleep first because no words were said after their last round, and even though both internally fought with a vengeance the heaviness forcing their eyelids to close, it was a battle they couldn’t win anymore. 

And without wanting to, their time together ended the moment their consciousness surrendered because Taehyung wouldn’t be there when he would wake up, and even if he were, Jungkook wouldn’t be the same anymore.

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I repeat, the whole book is based on this chapter — on their first encounter.

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