It was unbelievable.

If someone had told Jeongguk two months ago that he would someday be lying on the couch in another man's arms, he would certainly not have believed it. But now he was devouring the moment as much as he could, as if he was afraid that it would all turn out to be a beautiful dream. Their bodies were still naked, Taehyung only covered them with a thin blanket, but neither of them even wore boxers, as if the fact that even such a thin layer of cloth separates them was almost unbearable.

Jeon could feel the warmth of breath coming from those beautifully sculpted, parted lips of the man. The body of the tattoo artist was hard, hot and solid. The caramel, tattooed skin seemed even darker against his milky complexion. He closed his eyes, trying to remember the feeling and memorize it forever. His body trembled as the weight of the tattoo artist pressed against his as Tae leaned over him, pressing himself against him each time the man brushed his lips lightly against his hair, butterflies kissing his head. He felt the heat of his body radiate, clinging to his skin like a tattoo. He looked up at the profile of the man lying next to him.

Taehyung was beautiful. His jaw was chiseled and sharp. His nose was straight and so perfectly defined that he almost wanted to reach out and run his finger over it, ending his journey on the tip, decorated with a lovely little mole. Looking at him, he wanted to dip his hand into his soft hair. He wanted to kiss his parted lips, to taste his pierced tongue, to grasp the lobe of his ear with his teeth. At the very thought, his heart sped up again, and he saw the corners of the tattoo artist's perfect lips rising slightly upwards. The man was aware that Jeon was watching him, and he clearly enjoyed it.

Unable to resist the temptation, his lips cupped his lips, and Kim returned his caress without hesitation.

The redhead's lips were soft, delicate, moving perfectly with his own in a tender, slow kiss. After a while, however, he felt his tongue glide aggressively over his mouth, invading inside them, and he allowed him to do so. He parted his lips tighter and stuck his tongue out to press it against that pierced tongue of the tattoo artist. Taehyung tasted of red wine with a hint of chocolate, figs and raspberries, combined with its own, unique and addictive taste.

Sensing his lust rising, Jeongguk moved his hands to the man's tattooed back. However, he did not stop his wandering, gliding them down. He marked the rounded shoulders with his fingertips, the gently curved line of the spine to slide them down onto the round, protruding buttocks. He pressed the tattoo artist's body tighter against his, kneading his ass with his strong hands. After a while his hands were literally everywhere, and his mouth tasted him greedily.

"Oh, fuck!" the tattoo artist swore into his mouth. "G-guk, w-we have to stop..." he choked out, between kisses.

"Why? It doesn't feel good?" he asked, sucking his lips on the tattoo artist's bottom lip and tearing a loud moan out of his mouth.

"Ah! It feels fucking good, Gguk," he growled, then gripped his hair tightly and deepened the kiss.

For a moment it was he who completely dominated the kiss, slipping his tongue deep into his mouth, finally letting him regain control so that Jeongguk sucked on his tongue. The tattoo artist moved so that their bodies pressed together. His knee slipped between the strong brunet's thighs, spreading them more. Strong, tattooed hands clenched his ass, possessively kneading the plump skin.

As Jeon felt the tattoo artist's dick harden, digging into his stomach, a loud grunt escaped his lips. The very thought of being able to bring him to such a state was downright intoxicating.

"Oh, fuck! We have to stop before it gets too far, Gguk," he said quickly, tearing himself away from his mouth. "I won't be able to stop myself in a minute."

"Ah... What if I don't want you to hold back?" The brunet asked, looking him straight in the eyes.

His hand slipped almost involuntarily between their pressed bodies, and his fingers curled around his hardening cock, gripping it firmly. He didn't know why, but he needed to feel it in his hand. He wanted to feel its warmth, smooth, sticky with pre-cum skin, a cold piercing adorning the glans. He wanted to feel as his cock twitches and harden in his clenched fist under the influence of the desire it triggers within him.

He could get addicted to it - his cock, its throbbing in his hands, the way Taehyung lost control as he pushed him to the edge of bliss.

He pressed his lips against him quickly, kissing his lips greedily again, and began to move his hand up and down his manhood. Even though he didn't say it out loud, he knew he wanted a lot more than that. He wanted again feel his hard cock pressing against his entrance, feel its wet head slide inside him, squeezing through the ring of muscles, stretching him like he did in his studio. He wanted to feel his strong hand tightening around his larynx as the hard cock pressed against the sensitive prostate, driving him to ecstasy.

Taehyung growled, tilting his head back, and a victorious smile crept on the brunet's lips. He was about to kiss the tattoo artist's parted lips when suddenly the living room was filled with the loud ringing of his phone.

"Oh, fuck," he swore loudly, stepping back from the redhead and reluctantly taking his hand away from his swollen cock. A murmur of disapproval at this sudden and painful loss of heat escaped from the man's lips. "What time is it?" Jeon asked, feeling nervousness take over his body as his mind dimmed with excitement regained its clarity of thought.

"I don't know. Ninth? Tenth?" the tattoo artist replied, rising to a sitting position. "Something happened?"

"Fuck! Where are my pants?" Saying this, Jeongguk started looking around for his black jeans.

His phone kept ringing, and although he couldn't see the display, he knew exactly who it was. As he finally located the black fabric sticking out from under the couch and grasped it with his hand, he felt the strong, tattooed arms slide over his back, hugging his narrow waist. Feeling the tattoo artist's hand against his naked skin again, a pleasant shiver ran down his back, finding an outlet in the weave of his muscular thighs.

"Don't pick up," Kim muttered in his ear, gently nibbling on his petal.

"I have to," the boy replied. "It's Lisa. I forgot... Fuck!" he said chaotically, pulling his pants from under the couch.

He placed the black fabric on his bare thighs and checked the pocket, and after a while he took his cell phone out of it. He glanced quickly at the display, confirming his suspicions, and cursed softly again, then answered and put the phone to his ear. Taehyung moved closer to him and, seeing the tension in his body, pressed his warm lips to his neck, pressing soft, wet kisses against his skin.

"H-hello?" he said into the receiver, but his hand automatically found its way to the fiery red strands, and his head tilted a little further to give the tattoo artist better access to his milky skin.

"Where are you?!" Lisa asked, her voice clearly raised.

"Calm down, Lisa. I'm at a friend's place and we just... I lost a track of time..." he began hesitantly.

He wasn't one of those people who could lie to his loved ones, and he didn't want to cheat on her, but he couldn't tell her where he was now. Still, he felt terrible about it. Not because he did something he regretted, but because he knew he couldn't tell anyone. At least not yet.

"You lost a track of time? Are you kidding me?! We're supposed to be at La Rouge at ten o'clock, and you're still not here!" the girl shouted.

"Okay. Listen to me. Take a taxi. I'll meet you in half an hour on the spot," the boy replied, almost suppressing a groan as the tattoo artist tilted his head back and gently bit the skin on his throat.

"Half an hour and not a minute longer," she said, then hung up.

Jeongguk took the phone away from his ear, tossing it somewhere on the couch, and turned his face towards the tattoo artist so that their lips were joined in a tender, hot kiss.

"I have to go," he whispered directly into his lips.

"Don't go," the tattoo artist groaned, bringing their lips together again.

"I have to. I promised Lisa I wouldn't be late. I need to be downtown in half an hour," he said, reluctantly backing away from him.

"Is this... a date?" Taehyung asked before he could bite his tongue.

"More like a business meeting," Jeon snorted. "Lisa set us up with her friend, who is Park's cousin and her boyfriend, but we are also going to meet a woman who is the heiress of the company we are just starting to work with on a new project. Most likely, she will be present at the next business meetings, so I'd rather not argue with Lisa in front of her. There is also to be her husband, who also works in their company."

"I see Lisa knows her way around, huh?"

"Too much. I'd like to make her cancel it, but I promised I would be there, so... If Lisa tells them there's something wrong with us, my father will find out sooner than you think."

"I was hoping you'd stay tonight," the tattoo artist confessed, then grabbed his neck again and tilted the boy's head back so that their lips were pressed together. "Are you sure you can't blow Park off tomorrow?" he asked, resigned.

For a brief moment their eyes met and for a few seconds Taehyung had the impression that he saw something strange in the brunet's eyes. But before he could interpret it, the boy looked away. He pushed himself gently away from him and got up from the couch, then looked around for his clothes.

"I can't," he said, avoiding his gaze, as if afraid the tattoo artist would notice that he was not telling the truth. "Park organized this trip for a long time. I can't say I'm not going now," he added quickly, as if to reassure him that what he was saying was true.

When he finally found his boxers on the ground, he bent down to get them and began looking further for his shirt. In a rush of excitement, they just stripped off their clothes, no matter where. It's a miracle that none of them came across candles lit by the tattoo artist, which were now almost extinguished, filling the living room with the scent of sandalwood and wax.

Taehyung was still sitting on the couch, only covering his body with a thin blanket, his dark onyx irises closely following the young businessman's actions. As the boy leaned down, reaching for his shirt and pushed his plump ass towards him, he instinctively cursed softly, then bit his lower lip. Hearing his curse, he glanced at the tattoo artist and smirked.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked, then turned on his heel and walked back to the couch. He leaned over Taehyung and kissed his soft lips.

"Hell yes," the tattoo artist whispered.

"If you try hard enough, who knows, maybe you'll see them again soon..."

"I can't wait..."

"Tae, can I borrow some clothes from you?" he asked after a moment, examining his clothes carefully. "My boxer shorts and pants are still damp and dirty with cum," he groaned. "And the shirt is all rumpled... If Lisa sees me like that, she'll be furious."

The tattoo artist laughed loudly, looking at the brunet and his soft pouted lips, then got up from the couch and kissed him hard.

"It's not my fault you got so wet for me," he whispered into his ear, making the boy's cheeks red with embarrassment.

"Don't say things like that," he muttered.

"Why?"

"This is embarrassing."

"This is fucking hot." That said, Taehyung winked at him and walked on, making his way toward the bedroom.

Jeongguk looked at his naked body, letting his gaze fall on his swarthy, firm ass and followed him with his eyes. He rolled his eyes and followed him on to the man's bedroom. As he entered, he paused in the doorway and watched closely as the fully naked tattoo artist searched his wardrobe. He liked how unfettered Taehyung was. He didn't mind that he is naked and that another man is watching him. After a moment he turned to face him and shamelessly measured him from head to toe, licking his lips.

"Are you sure you can't stay?" he asked, handing him black boxers and pants. "We have a similar posture, but your thighs are much more massive, so I don't know if my pants will fit you. Check these out, they are more stretchy."

"Thanks," the brunet said, then quickly slipped black boxers on his firm ass and began to put on jeans as well.

As Taehyung had expected, the pants hugged Jeon's legs and ass almost like a second skin. The boy was not used to such tight pants. His elegant office clothes usually left a bit more to the imagination. Now the black cloth draped over his legs so that any muscle tension was visible.

"Oh shit, you're so sexy," the tattoo artist muttered close to his ear.

"Hm? Maybe I should wear your clothes more often," the brunet joked, wrapping a black leather belt around his narrow waist.

"I wish you'd undress more often," Tae joked. "I don't know what you want on the top. I don't have elegant clothes. Maybe this?" he asked, handing him a black long-sleeves shirt buttoned at the top with a few buttons.

"Perfect," Jeon said quickly as he pulled the cotton shirt over his head.

Taehyung took the boxer shorts from the locker and put them on, then slipped on the black sweatpants. Jeongguk looked at himself in the mirror and ran his hands through his thick, dark curls, trying to get them in order. After a moment, he turned to the tattoo artist and, without warning, kissed his mouth.

"Thank you," he whispered directly into his lips.

"What are you thanking me for?"

"For tonight. For everything."

The tattoo artist leaned towards him and pressed their lips together in a tender kiss. His mind was a Total chaos and his emotions tugged at him. He wanted to take his hand and keep him from leaving, but he knew he had no choice. He agreed to this strange deal. And although he knew that the boy was only going to the meeting out of a sense of duty and for fear that if he did not, his father would find out about his problems and start getting involved in them. But the whole time he had the unpleasant thought in the back of his head that the boy would be there with Lisa. In the eyes of their friends, she will be the one he cares about. She will hold his hand, maybe even kiss his lips.

He pulled away from him, feeling bile rise to his throat at the mere thought of a girl touching him. Jeongguk, seeing his reaction, drew his perfect eyebrows together and instinctively grabbed his hand, pulling him back to him again.

"Tae," he whispered, taking the tattoo artist's face in his hands. "I'm not going there with her or for her," he explained quickly.

"I know," the tattoo artist said, and Jeon pressed their lips together again in a tender kiss, as if to reassure him that he was telling the truth.

"I must go," he said after a moment, reluctantly tearing away from his lips.

They left the bedroom, Jeongguk quickly grabbed his phone and put on his shoes. He threw a black coat over his strong shoulders and smiled softly at Tae.

"See you later," he said, and left the tattoo artist's apartment.

He hurried down the stairs and looked for the taxi he had ordered for himself. After a while he was sitting in the back seat of the car, leaning his head against the window, looking at the houses and people passing by.

He felt a strange weight in his chest.

He would have liked to tell the driver to turn around, then ran up the stairs to the third floor and knocked on his door again. He would like to press his lips to the tattoo artist's mouth and nestle against his naked chest, listening to his troubled breathing and his heart beating too hard. He instinctively clenched his fists, the unpleasant taste of regret in his mouth.

Once again, he was doing something that others expected of him, and which he himself did not want to do.

When the driver stopped the car, he clenched his jaw tighter, then paid and got out of the car. It was enough for him to look around to see Lisa with a clearly displeased expression. He ran towards her and smiled apologetically, praying the girl wouldn't make another drama.

"I'm sorry for being late. I'm here," he said quickly, slipping his hands into the pockets of his unbuttoned coat.

Lisa looked at him, measuring him carefully from head to toe, apparently very surprised by his unusual clothes and delicately tousled hair.

"What are you wearing? Jeonggukie, Sunhee and Beomsoo are important business partners," she began, still staring at him in disbelief.

"I thought it was going out with friends for a drink, not another business meeting," he snorted, ignoring her remark.

He was sick of bearing her constant remarks about his appearance. He had to look impeccable in the office, but outside the office, he was going to wear whatever he wanted. He had never dressed like that before, but he had to admit that he felt remarkably well in the black Wranglers torn on his knees and wearing one of Tae's blouses. He liked the fact that he could still smell his perfume on it, which inexplicably encouraged him.

"You know very well that Sunhee is a daughter..." she began.

"I know. You don't have to remind me of that every time you talk about her. I was at a friend's, and I accidentally splashed myself with wine..." he explained to put a stop to the conversation before the others came.

Lisa parted her lips to add something else, but before any words left her lips covered in Corail In Touch YSL lipstick, a woman's voice crept into their ears, shouting her name.

They both turned in the direction the voice came from. They saw an elegant middle-aged Korean woman. She wore a white pencil dress that emphasized her strengths, and a delicate ecru-colored coat over her shoulders. Her full lips were adorned with a juicy strawberry red lipstick, her dark hair was pinned up in a bun, a few dark strands framed her face.

Jeongguk had only seen her once, at one of his business meetings, and hadn't had much chance to get a good look at her, but he had to admit that the woman was very attractive. A few steps behind her was a tall man whom he had already met. Beomsoo was her husband and an important leader in the family business. The man was much older than she was. They seemed to be at least ten years apart, but they didn't seem to mind.

"Oh, Lisa! How beautiful you look!" the woman exclaimed, then greeted the girl with a radiant smile. "Oh! And you must be Jeongguk." She turned to him as she spoke, and he extended his hand to her and bowed slightly. "I think we saw each other once at a meeting, but there wasn't even a chance to exchange even one sentence! But your lovely fiancée has told me so much about you the last time we saw each other, it feels like we've known each other for almost years!"

"Nice to meet you, Sunhee," he said, smiling gently.

"I have to admit, he's really handsome, that Jeongguk of yours," the woman said, looking at Lisa. "And I'm surprised that you are not in a suit and tie," she added, measuring the brunet from head to toe.

"Oh, we were with Jeonggukie at our dear friends house and by chance someone spilled red wine on him. It was impossible to save his shirt!" Lisa cried, grabbing her fiancée by the arm. Laughing delightfully, she tossed her head back while covering her mouth. "Jeonggukie had to borrow some clothes, because we didn't have time to come back to our apartment," she added after a moment.

Jeon had to stop himself from snorting aloud at her words, but not wanting to make scenes in front of strangers, he just bit his tongue. He didn't care if their friends would like his ripped jeans and a simple cotton longsleeve shirt that perhaps a little too much emphasized his strong chest.

"But it looks fantastic!" the woman called. "I keep trying to persuade Beomsoo to take off his tie at least once, and he resists. I saw your fiancé once, but I have to admit that the suit did not do justice to his gorgeous figure," she added, again measuring him from head to toe. Her gaze was even a bit too brave and frivolous, which made the dark haired man feel awkward, and he laughed nervously. "Do you train something, Jeonggukie?" she asked.

"Sometimes I run," he said quickly, adjusting his coat over his shoulders as if to shield himself from her appraising gaze.

"Oh! How wonderful! Maybe you could persuade Beomsoo to go to the gym too. I keep nagging his head to train a little, but he says he's busy earning money," she joked, stroking her husband's arm with her hand.

"Honey, how many times have I said it wasn't for me," the man replied, laughing heartily. "Shall we go in?" he suggested, then indicated that they should go inside the bar.

***

Jeongguk looked at his hands, then took a small amount of water into them and splashed his face. He turned off the water, exhaling loudly from his lungs. Leaning his hands on the marble sink, he looked up at his reflection.

His thick, dark hair was still delicately disheveled, as if it remembered well where Taehyung had sunk his long, slender fingers. A few unruly strands covered his eyes. His skin was remarkably radiant, as if today's date with Tae had changed something about him. As soon as he thought about him, his eyes shone brightly. He bit his lower lip almost involuntarily.

He had had enough of this evening. He was sick of having to pretend to be someone he wasn't.

He patted his face dry with a paper towel, then left the bathroom. But instead of heading to the VIP area where their table was located, he turned towards the bar. He felt that he needed something stronger if he was to come back to these people and keep on playing his role. Lisa was clearly having a good time. Every now and then she praised him, telling them what a beautiful ring he had bought for her, how wonderful they had spent the past weekend in Paris, sightseeing and strolling through the narrow streets of the city of love, and he wanted to scream.

He wanted to tell them it was all a fake image that had nothing to do with reality. He wanted to say that their relationship is falling apart like a house of sand and is as artificial as Lisa's long fingernails that adorn her manicured hands. He wanted to tell them that the only real thing in his life had impenetrable dark eyes and a boxy smile that overshadowed everything he'd seen before.

He wished he had the courage to tell them that he was not happy with Lisa, that he regretted having bought the ring that day and proposed to a woman he did not know at all. For months, he had deceived himself that what he felt for her was love when in fact Lisa had allowed him to love the image of herself.

"I'd like two tequila shots, please" he said to the bartender, who nodded at him and began to prepare the order.

"I would like to add one more," a woman's melodious voice suddenly said.

Jeongguk looked left and saw Sunhee standing next to him, and she sat down on one of the tall bar stools. The woman crossed her legs and smiled flirtatiously at him.

"Hope you don't mind if I join," she said gently, then continued without even giving him a reply. "Bad day?"

"You could say that," he replied, avoiding her intense gaze. "I'm having a rather difficult time now," he admitted after a moment.

The bartender handed them three shots, placing one in front of the woman and two in front of Jeongguk. The brunet took the glass in his hand and waited for Sunhee to do the same with hers, then without waiting any longer, just poured the entire contents down his throat. The strong alcohol irritated his throat unpleasantly, but it wasn't important. He felt as if he couldn't stand this evening sober. Without thinking, he took the second glass and drunk it exactly like the previous one. As he was putting the glass back on the bar, he heard the Korean ordering another round for them.

"You're not getting along with Lisa?" she asked, even though it didn't sound like a question in her lips.

Jeongguk thought for a moment what he should say. Coming here, he was driven by a desire to cover up their problems so that information about them would not accidentally reach his family, but now that the woman asked him the question, he hesitated.

"It's pretty complicated," he replied, not sure if he should trust her.

"People like you and me will always be lonely. Even if you find someone you want to share your life with, they'll never understand what it means to live in a spotlight, with the pressure of everyone watching and evaluating your every little move. My husband supports me, but he never understood it either. For many years I felt lonely, despite the fact that I was a happy spouse," she began to tell.

"What did you do?" he asked curiously.

"I've found someone to fill a void that my husband can't," she replied, offering him another two glasses filled with golden liquor.

"What do you mean?" he asked, not sure what the woman was suggesting.

Sunhee picked up her glass and motioned for him to do the same, so after a short while the boy followed her. They both drank the contents and put the glasses on the table.

"My husband and I have a certain agreement. When he goes to Japan or Singapore for his business meetings, I can do whatever I want. When he's far away, I often feel lonely, and surely a man like you would be able to fix it," she explained, placing her manicured hand on his thigh. Jeongguk looked at her hand, then looked back at the woman's face again, unable to believe what was happening. "Lisa said she was leaving soon too. I think we can help each other."

"Help?" Jeon snorted before he could bite his tongue. "My fiancée and your husband are sitting a few meters from us, and you offer me sex?" he asked.

"Lisa is sweet, but a man like you needs a real woman, not a spoiled girl who cares only about money," she replied, curving her lips into a sexy smile.

He couldn't deny that the woman, even though she was a few years older than him, was still incredibly attractive, but feeling her hand on his thigh, he felt nothing but disgust at her ambiguous offer. He grabbed her hand and removed it from his thigh, then drank his last shot and rose from his seat.

"Out of respect for you and your husband, I'll pretend this conversation never took place," he said, looking her straight in the eye, then started walking toward the VIP area.

It was enough for him to approach the table and catch Beomsoo's watchful eye. The man dipped his lips in his bourbon, then smiled knowingly at him, as if sure that Sunhee had offered him a meeting when he will go to his business trip.

Jeongguk felt himself getting sick. Was this what adulthood and mature relationships were supposed to be like? People living together but apart? Confessing love but also cheating without batting an eye?

He didn't want his life to be that way as well. He wanted to be with someone who would be his beginning and his end. His all. He wanted to be with someone without whom he couldn't breathe, but not because his lungs are being crushed by another of his attacks, but because he can't believe how lucky he is that fate has put someone so great in his path.

***

Taehyung held out his right hand, letting his slender black inked fingers slide along the paint tubes displayed on a generously equipped shelf. He could smell the characteristic smell of paint and other painting supplies in the air. He loved coming here. Every time he did it, he felt like a little kid in a candy store.

"Ajumma!" He greeted seeing an elderly woman who had been running the store for years.

"Oh, Taehyungie!" the woman cried, a sincere smile on her lips.

Taehyung knew her almost from the very beginning when he moved to Seoul. It was here that he always bought all the articles for his art studio. There was even one of his works on the wall behind the cash register, which he painted as a thank-you. The owner was so delighted that she immediately placed it on the wall so that all customers could admire his painting.

"What do you need this time?" she asked. "I have a supply of new paint colors. Beautiful pastels arrived," she added.

Taehyung smiled gently, then bit his lower lip. He approached the woman and looked her straight in the eye.

"I need something special this time," he said, his eye twinkling. "There is a very important person to me and I would like to buy something special for him," he confessed, feeling his cheeks flush slightly.

He rarely felt ashamed of anything. It was hard to embarrass him, but now, telling someone that Jeongguk was special to him, he felt the heat creep up against his caramel skin.

"What are you looking for, darling? " the woman asked.

"Gguk did not draw for many years. Only now does he come back to creating. I would like to buy something special for him. He is very talented..." he explained. "He never drew with charcoal, but I think it's something for him."

"Oh! Then I have something you might like!" with that, the woman disappeared in the back for a moment.

She returned a few minutes later with a small suitcase in her hands, then set it on the counter and pushed it towards Tae. The tattoo artist looked at the woman, and as she beckoned to him, encouraging him to open the box, Taehyung carefully lifted the lid.

"Ajumma, this is perfect!" he sighed, running his fingers over pencils lined up in a black velvet wrapping.

"It's a drawing kit. The cassette contains 58 elements, including: pencils, pastel crayons, dry pastels, charcoals, tortillons."

"That's exactly what I wanted..." he said and curved his lips into a gentle smile. "Is perfect."

"Only the price of this kit..."

"It doesn't matter. I take it," he said, cutting her off.

In his mind, he could see himself handing Jeongguk this gift. He could imagine millions of stars in his chocolate irises as he glides with fascination over pencils and pastels. He saw how, with the help of charcoal, he transfers to paper what is in his soul, then grabs his face with black-stained hands and kisses his lips, laughing right into his mouth.

It didn't matter how much the kit cost, and whether he would have to work overtime or do some additional project, he had to buy it. He wanted to see the sparkle in Jeongguk's eyes again as he draws. He wanted to admire his beautiful smile, curving soft lips into a gentle arch.

That's what he loved about him.

"Well. It is a beautiful gift. Your friend will definitely be delighted," the Korean woman said gently. "You want me to pack it?"

"There's no need to. I'll pack it myself," he replied, then paid and hid the suitcase.

After a short while he was outside again. It was only morning, but he decided to go home anyway. He didn't quite know what to do with himself. He had gotten so used to having his days off filled with meeting Jeongguk or caring for Jae that he didn't know how to organize his free time now. He called Yoongi to have a friend meet him, but the tattoo artist dismissed him, saying that he had an appointment with someone.

He ran across the street and was about to get into his car when he suddenly saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. He put the groceries down on the seat next to the driver seat and followed the man's silhouette for a moment. When he was sure his eyesight was deceiving him, he closed the car again and started walking towards him. 

"Yoongi?" he exclaimed, surprised to see his friend. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

The blond tattoo artist turned quickly towards him and looked at him, widening his pupils as if the sight of him made him nervous. Taehyung instinctively drew his perfect eyebrows together.

"Ooo H-Hey," Yoongi greeted. A nervous laugh escaped his lips. "I was just shopping... I bought... I bought... Everything that was needed... To..." he said chaotically.

The redhead saw his friend step up from foot to foot, looking around nervously as if afraid someone would see them. His behavior was strange to say the least. He looked as if Taehyung caught him doing something he shouldn't be doing. He didn't know why, but his friend's strange behavior made him feel strangely nervous. He laughed nervously.

"Is everything all right?" He asked.

"Yes. Yes," he confirmed, a bit too quickly and brushed his blond strands.

"Yoongi..."

"Ooo Taehyung!" a soft voice suddenly called from behind him. "Nice to see you!"

Before Taehyung could turn back, he knew who the sweet, melodious timbre belonged to. All the contents of his stomach involuntarily went up his throat. He looked up and for a brief moment his eyes met his friend's. Yoongi smiled apologetically as if he knew he had totally screwed up. So the redhead turned back, placing his lips in an artificial, warm smile.

As he expected, Jimin appeared in front of his eyes. The man looked perfect as usual. His beautiful, angel-like face was adorned with a big smile, his eyes glittered brightly. His blond, bleached hair fluttered gently, falling softly over his forehead. The young rich man wore a white T-shirt, black jeans, and a fluffy indigo sweater draped over his shoulders that perfectly emphasized his gray contact lenses.

"You too, Jimin," he choked out with difficulty, his right hand clenched tighter almost involuntarily, his short fingernails digging painfully into the sensitive skin on the palm of his hand.

Park measured him defiantly from head to toe exactly as he used to, taking in his image, then smiled in satisfaction.

"Every time we see each other, you look better and better," he summed up, unfettered by the fact that Yoongi is standing right next to him.

Taehyung felt a bit awkward. He wanted to leave as soon as possible. He felt sick at the thought that Jeongguk had lied to him. He didn't know why he did it, but he couldn't stop the black scenarios that involuntarily began to tear into his head.

"I thought Jeongguk said you were going with him to Busan this weekend," he said casually.

"What? No. I'm going to spend the whole weekend with Yoongi," he replied, not suspecting anything.

"I must have mixed something up," he lied, feeling his throat close.

"I just bought the necessary ingredients and Yoongi will cook something delicious for us. Maybe you want to drop by?" Enough for everyone, he suggested.

"No," he protested quickly. "I have an appointment," he lied again. "I have to go," he added to move away as quickly as possible, then, without waiting for Jimin's further reaction, he said goodbye to them and walked quickly towards his car.

He felt sick. His mind was racing. His eyes stung, and he felt a strange tightness in his chest. He didn't know why Jeongguk lied to him. He only hoped that there was some logical explanation for it all and that when they saw each other again, the brunet would explain it all to him. He analyzed their date yesterday, looking for something unusual in his behavior. He recalled his words, but could find nothing to indicate that the boy was lying to him.

Lying on the couch with him and holding him in his arms, he was convinced that the boy was honest with him. He was sure that what was born between them was real. And even though common sense would tell him to withdraw from this relation. Get away before Jeongguk hurt him. Pull back before it was too late for him.

But his heart told him he should trust him.

He wanted to be with him. He just wanted to heal him, take care of him, make love to him and make everything well and make Jeongguk happy.

He slid behind the steering wheel of his car, feeling his chest contract as if something was being pressed against it, and for a moment he felt as if Gguk's attacks had also affected him. In an instant, all his fears crept from the recesses of his subconsciousness, climbing his slender legs like poisonous snakes and biting his skin. He had the feeling that if he didn't see him soon, he would go mad, but he knew there was nothing he could do.

"Fuck!" he swore loudly, tapping his hands on the steering wheel. "Fuck!"

He leaned forward and rested his head on the handlebars, trying to even his breathing. He knew that whatever he did, it wouldn't change Jeongguk's feelings. You cannot force anyone to feel to what you feel. He could only hope that his instincts were telling him the right solution.

***

Taehyung watched intently as the paintbrush he held in his hand glided smoothly across the canvas, once again filling the white space with a coat of paint. He didn't even think about what he was painting. His hand moved as if guided by some inexplicable force. Since meeting Yoongi and Jimin, his thoughts have been in total chaos. He tried not to drive too much on the theories his troubled mind was giving him, but still he felt a growing unease that crept under his tattooed skin and pushed itself between tattoos, not going to let go.

After returning home, not even having the head to cook, he placed an online order for some quick meal and went to his art studio. It was here that he always hid all his regrets and fears. Putting them on canvas was like the remedy he needed so badly.

Thinking about Jeongguk constantly made him feel dizzy, but he couldn't stop. He thought of the warmth of his naked body against his, his soft, inviting lips, from which hot, uneasy breath escapes every time their bodies rub against each other. All he had to do was close his eyes for a few seconds, and he could see his burning gaze that seemed to promise something neither of them would dare to say aloud.

He could hear his words that seemed to echo off the walls of this empty room filled with the smell of paint.

'I want you, Tae. The real you. Nothing in my life seems real. Nothing but you. I don't know what to call what we have in common... It's real. It's probably the only real thing in my life right now.'

He took a breath into his lungs and looked at the image that came out from under his hand. Even though he hadn't even thought about what he was painting, the eyes the color of hot chocolate stared at him once again. Pushed by some strange force, he grabbed the painting with his right hand and tore it off the easel. He wanted to tear it up and destroy it, throw it on the floor or burn it, but one look at that dark iris that glistened with a million stars made him put the canvas back where it was.

He sank his hands into his fiery red hair and looked again at the picture he had painted. This time Jeongguk did not look at all like the angel he painted last time, on the contrary, the brunet looked like pure sin.

His strong chest was bare, his skin milky and slightly shiny with sweat. Slender neck tilted back, eyes sparkling and hazy with oncoming orgasm, soft lips parted enough to let another erotic moan escape from his mouth as Tae's naked body began to sensually rub against his.

It was Jeongguk he could admire for the first time yesterday, and he knew he would never get enough. He wanted to be able to glide his fingertips over his smooth, milky skin, examining the sculpted body, learning every curve, every mound and valley. He wanted to kiss every moan of pleasure from his lips, to taste his tongue, to run his pierced tongue over his skin, slightly salty with sweat and so wonderfully soft. He wanted to stretch him with his long fingers until he was able to sink into him and fall apart into thousands of pieces with him, falling into the abyss of delight and bliss.

"Fuck!" he cursed under his breath and ran his right hand through his hair again in frustration.

Suddenly he heard the doorbell announcing that the food he had ordered had finally been delivered. Taehyung slipped the brush behind his ear and grabbed a small towel. Wiping off the remnants of paint from his hands, he headed for the door.

"I'm coming!" he shouted, picking up his wallet from the table.

He ran to the door and, looking for a suitable bill in his wallet, pressed the handle while opening the door.

"I'm just looking for a cash..." he muttered, trying to get the money out.

"Ekhm..." a male voice cleared his throat loudly. "Tae," he called as the tattoo artist was still struggling with his wallet, trying to pull out the money with one hand.

Hearing that voice, the man froze. He could have sworn that for a brief moment his heart literally stopped, only to start beating again twice as hard and fast. He lifted his head and looked wide-eyed at the man who stood in front of him with that lovely, beautiful smile of his, holding the food he ordered in his hand.

"I-I hope you give good tips because I brought you food," the boy joked.

"Jeongguk," the tattoo artist gasped, still unable to believe he was really seeing him.

"I came here and ran into a boy who brought you food... I kinda bribed him to give it to me," he explained, embarrassed. "Can I go in?" he asked.

"Yes, sure," Taehyung replied quickly, embarrassed that he was making him stand in the doorway again.

He withdrew, giving the brunet the opportunity to enter the apartment, then closed the door behind him and took the bag of food from his hands. He set everything on the table and turned back to the young businessman.

Jeongguk wore the same black coat he had been in the last time. He also noticed at once that his legs were dressed in the black pants he had lent him yesterday, and at the sight of this, the corners of his lips instinctively lifted slightly. On the top, the man put on one of his beautiful, expensive shirts, this time with little white flowers, but to his disappointment, he wore a tie again around his slender neck. His dark, thick hair was styled a little more messy, falling in soft waves over his dark eyes. He looked perfect.

"Am I bothering you? You are alone?" he asked uncertainly, measuring the tattoo artist from head to toe with a careful gaze.

Taehyung wore only black sweatpants. His chest was bare, his hands smudged with paint, as if the boy had just been painting something when Jeon showed up. Behind his left ear he tucked a brush, still covered with paint. He had bare feet and gently disheveled hair. His left cheek had a visible smear of paint, but the tattoo artist looked perfect nonetheless.

"No. Of course not. I was just painting," he replied quickly. "I-I thought you left with Jimin," he said after a moment, looking at him closely.

"I lied. There was no trip," he said without hesitating. "When you said you were taking Jae to your mom and asked me to meet you today... I lied because I was the one that wanted to take you on a date," he confessed.

"Jeongguk..."

"Let me finish, please. Before I chicken out again," he said, and laughed nervously. "There is a prestigious painting exhibition in Seoul that is very hard to get tickets for, but I thought you might like it, so I spent this morning looking for a way to get tickets. I met my friend Hobi because his girlfriend Jisoo works in the gallery where this exhibition is held. And finally..." That said, he slipped his hand into his coat pocket and took out two invitations. "I got two tickets for us," he finished. "I dressed up to look good, but driving here I realized that I do not want to go to this exhibition," he added, laughing lightly under his breath. "I don't want to go somewhere where I have to be careful what I say, where I cannot touch or kiss you..."

"Gguk, we don't have to go anywhere," the tattoo artist confirmed.

Jeongguk slipped the tickets back into his coat pocket, then removed it from his broad shoulders and hung it on the coat rack. He took a deep breath as if trying to summon the courage to make another confession, and slowly turned back to the tattoo artist.

"Tae," he began hesitantly, moistening his slightly chapped lips. His heart felt as if it were about to tear out of his chest. "When you found out that... that you were my first man... You said that you should have done everything differently, that if you only knew, you would touch me like no one has ever done before. You would learn me by heart. You would kiss me so that I would run out of breath every time. You would caress me long and stretch me so well until my thighs tremble. And most importantly..."

"I would make love to you, looking you in the eye all the time, so that you would know that you mean much more to me..." the tattoo artist finished for him.

After a while there was total silence between them. They stood facing each other, staring straight into each other's eyes. Jeongguk had the feeling that his heart was about to literally pop out of his chest, everything seemed to spin. He could hear his heart pounding and his own blood rushing loudly in his ears. These were symptoms so typical of his attacks, but he knew that this time it had nothing to do with his weaknesses, quite the opposite.

He could feel the adrenaline bursting through his body, slowly driving his legs to move, reducing the distance between him and the red-haired man. He could feel his hands move, which gripped the tattoo artist's face, and drive his lips to stick to his, moving over them in a gentle, tender kiss.

It was enough for Jeongguk to know he was gone.

He was completely lost in this intoxicating feeling of joining his lips with his. One gentle, sweet kiss after the other. Their lips pressed against each other timidly, teasing and playing with each press, until finally the tattoo artist's tongue slid temptingly over the brunet's lower lip, then slipping into his mouth just like tattooed hands into his jet black hair. His slender fingers tugged at the dark strands, his tongue tangled with that of Jeon until they were forced to pull away from each other to finally take a breath. But they only stepped back a few inches, breathing heavily.

"Did you really mean it all?" he asked, resting his forehead on Tae's.

"Everything," he replied without hesitating.

"Make love to me," Gguk asked. His hot breath hit the tattoo artist's lips, making him shiver. "I want you to show me all of this. I want to be like clay in your slender hands that you will touch and shape to make me the man you want. I want to be like the violin that you will play all night long, making every slightest vibration the music that will fill your ears. I want to be like a white canvas on which you apply your paints, making me something unique and one of a kind, something that no one has ever seen before. I want our bodies to melt into one, like some beautiful sculpture that takes your breath away. I want..."

Before the next words left his lips, the tattoo artist clung to him, drinking all the confessions from his lips. Tasting it greedily with his pierced tongue. He reluctantly pulled away from him only after his compressed lungs began to demand the necessary oxygen. Looking him straight in the eyes with his intimidating gaze, he licked his lips, licking the taste of his lips from them, and without a word took Jeongguk by the hand. He turned and pulled him gently, leading him deeper into the apartment. They entered the spacious living room together, but the tattoo artist continued boldly towards his bedroom.

He ushered Jeon into the bedroom and stood in front of him. The brunet could smell the delicate scent of paint coming through the art studio door ajar, but that made him feel even more comfortable here. He reached out his hand and took the brush from behind Tae's ear, then placed it on the table and gently stroked his cheek with his thumb, rubbing a smear of paint with his thumb.

"Make love to me," he repeated, looking him straight in the eye.

Taehyung reached out his hands and grabbed his black tie, then smirked and began to gently undo it, loosening the knot.

"Did you wear it to tease me?" he asked, biting his lower lip mischievously.

"I put it on so that you have a second to the set," the brunet said, looking him straight in the eyes. His voice was lower than usual, incredibly sensual, as if he wanted to charm the tattoo artist with these words.

Kim undid his tie and twisted it around his hand, then pulled the fabric, grabbing the end with the other hand as if testing the fabric to make sure it was strong enough. His lips curved into a sexy, mysterious smile, and an unfamiliar gleam appeared in his dark eyes.

"I promise that someday I will definitely give it back to you," saying that, he tucked the tie into his pants pocket and Jeongguk laughed out loud.

"I'd be lying if I said I'm not intrigued," the brunet confessed, biting his lower lip.

The tattoo artist measured him lustily from head to toe, then brought his hands to the buttons on his dark shirt and began to slowly undo them, undressing him. The more the milky skin he exposed, the more shallow his breathing became. He never felt like this when undressing another man. Jeongguk triggered new feelings in him, unknown to him, and he loved it.

The brunet watched carefully his slender fingers, opening the next buttons. His chest was rising faster and faster, it was getting harder and harder for him to breathe, but for the first time in a long time, being out of breath was so damn nice. Taehyung unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it from his pants, and parted it so that he could slowly slip it off the young CEO's muscular shoulders. He leaned forward slightly and placed his lips on his neck.

Jeon flinched slightly, feeling the chill of his piercing against his heated skin, but that only encouraged the tattoo artist to continue. He alternately kissed and nibbled on the milky skin of his neck, slowly sliding his lips down his chest, licking him slowly. He sucked on his right nipple for a moment to slide down onto the perfectly sculpted abdominal muscles, which the brunet almost involuntarily tensed under his lips until it reached the zipper of his pants.

He unbuttoned them quickly, doing it as swiftly as if he had mentally undressed him a million times already. And it was exactly like that. He had dreamed about it since he first saw him in his studio. He thought Jeongguk was an arrogant rich man, but he would lie, saying that even then he had no desire to take him to his bedroom and make love to him until he was exhausted. He wanted to hear this well-ordered, rich boy moan under him with the delight given to him by someone so inconsistent with his standard of living.

Looking provocatively in his eyes, he lowered himself in front of him, while sliding his black pants off his narrow hips. The brunet was wearing tight, light gray boxer shorts, so he could easily see the delicate outline of his cock. He helped him off his shoes and socks, then freed his feet from his ankle-bound trousers and tossed them aside.

He had an urge to slide his boxers off and suck him off as long and hard as he did back in the studio, but he knew he needed to slow down a bit this time. He wanted everything to be perfect. So he got up, straightening his figure and placed his hand on the brunet's chest, pushing him gently backwards so that the boy climbed onto the bed, laying his back on the soft, fragrant bedding.

He climbed onto the bed and quickly pressed their lips together in a tender, slow kiss. From the brunet's mouth, he moved to the line of his jaw, the perfect razor-sharp one he admired every time he looked at his perfect face. Unable to help himself, he stuck his tongue out and ran over it as if to check if its sharp edges would cut him. He moved his lips to his neck, nibbling and sucking on his skin, ignoring the fact that he might leave traces of his lips on it.

Jeongguk tilted his head back, letting a soft sigh escape from his soft lips. The tattoo artist slid his lips lower, tracing his sensitive nipple with his tongue, teasing his right nipple with the pierced tongue, while his right hand gently pinched his left one. Taehyung parted the brunet's thighs stronger, settling between them and pressing hard on his hips with his. Sucking on his nipple, he began to move gently, making smooth, wavy movements so that their bodies rubbed against each other like the day before.

"Oh! Tae..." Jeon groaned, tilting his head back again.

His hand automatically sank into the tattooist's soft hair and tightened around the red strands. Kim licked his nipples for a moment more, enjoying his shallow breath and gentle moans, the trembling of his body that responded so wonderfully to his caresses. The tattoo artist bit his teeth lightly on one of his nipples, causing a temporary pain, and as Jeongguk's lips parted in a loud groan, he swallowed it, bringing their lips together in a wild kiss. His hips pressed even tighter against the boy's hips, as if he wanted to feel his cock hardening.

Taehyung pulled away from his lips and looked him straight in the eyes, glistening like a million stars, then began again to mark the wet path along his collarbones, sternum, tracing the hard, tense abdominal muscles with his tongue, until he finally reached the place where the milky skin was hidden under the thin fabric of his gray boxer shorts. He was pleased to see that the boy was already wet, and the soft fabric hugged his hard cock like a second skin. He licked his lips almost involuntarily at the sight.

Jeon rose gently, propping himself on his elbows, so he could watch what Taehyung was doing. It was incredibly exciting to look at him. His eyes blazed with fire, lips kissed his skin lovingly, fingertips sliding over it as if the tattoo artist really wanted to memorize him. He was sure that Tae was going to fulfill all his promises today, and he was looking forward to it.

When the red-haired man looked him straight in the eyes and with a firm movement of his hand forced him to part his thighs more, he felt the characteristic pressure in the lower abdomen and his cock twitched again, releasing more juices. This time, however, he didn't feel so intimidated by being so wet for him. He knew Taehyung liked it. The man, as if reading his mind, looked at his wet boxers and ran his tongue over his pierced lip, then crossed their gaze again and smiled at him as fucking sexy as only he could.

He lowered his lips and let his teeth grasp the soft skin of the inside of the brunet's thigh, then sucked on it hard. Jeongguk replied with another soft grunt, and his thighs parted even more, giving him better access to smooth, milky skin.

"You know that your thighs are fucking sexy?" he asked, his mouth a millimeter from his hot body.

"I always thought they were too massive," the brunet confessed. "As a child, I trained taekwondo, then a little boxing, and now I run. I guess I should stop because..."

"No," the tattoo artist interrupted, looking him straight in the eye.
"They're perfect." As he spoke, he ran his tongue over the smooth skin from his knee to his groin. "I've been dreaming about it since I saw you in those tight jeans on our first date."

"Would that be what you would have done if I had invited you over that night?" Jeon asked.

He didn't know why, but he felt strangely excited about this conversation. The mere words of the tattoo artist and his hot gaze excited him more than Lisa ever could.

"I would take those sexy jeans off of you and put you on the bed, and then kiss your skin exactly like I do now," so he placed a gentle kiss on his thigh again. "I would suck it," At these words his lips sucked on the milky skin. "And then bit it delicately," he added and grabbed the skin on the brunet's thigh with his teeth, tearing a soft laugh out of his lips.

"And then? What would you do next?" Jeongguk asked, his excitement growing.

Taehyung smiled sexily, then moved his gaze to the brunet's crotch. His wet boxer shorts hugged a clearly visible bulge. The tattoo artist, without the slightest embarrassment, leaned forward again and looking Jeongguk straight in the eye, he ran his tongue along the length of his cock.

"Hmmm, your smell..." Kim muttered. "How is it possible that you smell so wonderful?" he asked, though it wasn't a question in his mouth at all.

He nuzzled his nose along the length of his shaft breathing in his musky masculine scent. His scent made him dizzy. He needed more. So he began to lick the outline of his cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. He could feel that wonderful throb under his tongue and, unable to help himself, he grasped the head of his cock with his lips, sucking on it.

The brunet involuntarily pushed his hips forward, and tilted his head back, groaning slowly. It was enough for the tattoo artist to know exactly what to do now. He slipped his long, slim fingers behind the elastic of the boy's boxers and began to slowly slide them off his hips. He tossed them on the floor and looked at the man lying in front of him.

It was perhaps the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. The brunet looked at him with his lustful eyes, his lips glistening with saliva, parted sexily. A strong chest rose swiftly in exciting anticipation. The muscles of his abdomen tensed every time another thrill of excitement shot through his body, his thick and so indecently beautiful cock stood proudly, soaking his muscular belly with pre-cum. Strong thighs spread wide so that Taehyung can slip between them and caress him, taking him to the world of ecstasy.

Looking at his dick glistening with juices, he felt saliva rush into his mouth. He moistened his lips, then moved his tongue from the base to the pink head of his cock, tasting once again this wonderful man.

"Oh, fuck!" Jeon swore, unable to stop himself.

"You're beautiful," the tattoo artist said, smiling sexily. "I love your smell, your taste on my tongue..." saying that, he moved his tongue again over the delicate, thin skin, then sucked on his balls, tearing another loud moan out of the man's mouth. "When I caressed you in the studio, what did you like best?" he asked, moving away from him slightly.

Jeon still couldn't stabilize his breathing. What the tattoo artist did was just perfect. Nobody had ever aroused such emotions in him. His heart raged, his breath froze in anticipation, and his body trembled with pleasure. As the man spoke to him like this, his stomach muscles flexed and excitement climbed up his strong thighs, locating itself in his throbbing cock.

"I... I've never talked to anyone like that..." he confessed, a bit embarrassed.

"Does it bother you?" Kim asked, and Jeon shook his head. "Does it turn you on?" he continued, even though he had no doubts about the slight blush on the boy's cheeks. "Then talk to me... Tell me what you liked. What would you like me to do now..."

"When you caressed me... I liked that you were staring at me all the time and pushing my cock so deeply that I could feel... I felt your throat..." he began to say, feeling his pulse quicken with each word. "I liked that you let me pull your hair and control how deep and how fast..." He swallowed hard, his mouth dry. The tattoo artist was staring at him intensely, a mischievous smile on his lips. "And the fact that when you caressed me with your tongue... you were also pushing your fingers inside me."

"Oooh," Tae said appreciatively. "You like being spoiled," he joked. "You wish I could suck you off and let you push your hips out, fucking my mouth, but you also want me to fuck you with my nimble fingers, hm?" With that, he got up from the bed and opened the nightstand.

He took out a pack of condoms and lubricant, then turned to face Jeongguk. Without the slightest hesitation, he slipped off his sweatpants and boxer shorts, exposing his beautiful naked body to him. The brunet looked greedily over his silhouette, absorbing this wonderful view, as if Taehyung was the most beautiful work of art ever created.

He couldn't help but marvel at the caramel shade of his skin, as if the sun fell in love with it and wanted to make only it so golden. His black tattoos snaked around his strong forearms and arms, embellishing them with beautiful designs and encouraging him to run over them with his fingertips or the tip of his tongue, tasting the tattooed skin. The delicately defined abdominal muscles tightened with each breath. And the long, thick, swollen cock stood proudly, displaying that damn indecent and incredibly sexy piercing around which he wanted to press his lips together.

Seeing his greedy gaze, Taehyung grabbed his cock in his hand and ran his thumb over the silver apadravya piercing his glans, teasing him. He was well aware that the dark eyes of the brunet were fixed on him. The boy was clearly fascinated, and he loved to provoke him and force him to dare to go to the edge of the precipice to watch the beautiful and breathtaking view stretching out below.

"Are you going to look at him like that, or can I proceed to fulfill your fantasy, Naughty Boy?" he teased, curving his lips in a mischievous smile.

"Oh yes. It's just..." The brunet looked at his eyes for a moment, then he looked back at his thick cock and moistened his lips. "I never thought it could be so exciting... that any man could be so fucking... exciting."

The tattoo artist laughed out loud, then made his way confidently to the bed. He grasped his left ankle tightly and pulled him down so that the boy's body was lower. He positioned himself between his thighs again and lifted his legs, so he could slip his arms under his thighs.

"If you want, you can pull my hair, you can push your hips up and control the situation..." he said, lowering his voice almost to a whisper. "I like it when you do it," he added, and without waiting for the brunet's reaction, he just slipped his tip into his mouth again.

Jeongguk's back involuntarily arched into a sexy arch, and an erotic moan rolled from his lips. Taehyung wanted more, but he didn't wait long. It was enough that he danced his tongue several times around the swollen, throbbing cock, pressing hard against his sensitive frenulum with a silver piercing, for the brunet's strong hands to slip into his hair, tugging hard at the fiery red strands. The strong jerk hurt him a little, but it was fucking exciting and only encouraged him to suck him harder.

Continuing his caresses, Kim reached for a small bottle and poured a generous amount of gel on his hand, filling the bedroom with the sweet scent of ripe strawberries. He heated the lube between his tattooed fingers, then slid his hand between those sweet, plump ass cheeks, gently parting them. He carefully smeared the gel on his hole while sucking him hard.

Jeon twitched in surprise as Tae pulled his balls into his mouth while slipping his long finger inside him. Brunet groaned loudly, involuntarily covering his mouth with his hand to suppress the cry of ecstasy. Taehyung gently moved away from him, then looking him straight in the eyes, smiled that mischievous, sexy smile of his. He raised his hips, and without warning he ran his tongue over his moist entrance.

"Oh, Tae!" the brunet groaned.

With no intention of stopping the pleasure, the tattoo artist grasped him tighter and pushed his tongue in, slowly pushing it through the tight ring of muscles. Jeongguk shifted uneasily, feeling this new, previously unknown feeling. Taehyung pressed his tongue harder and harder, almost fucking his sensitive entrance with it, and the tattoo artist's hand wrapped around his juice-dripping cock, caressing him again.

"Ooh, yeah!" he called again, arching his back.

The brunet's hands tightened on the sheets, almost tearing them to shreds, while his body trembled with pleasure, squirming restlessly.

"Do you like it, Naughty Boy?" he asked, wanting to tease him, then licked over his moist entrance, slipping his tongue back inside it.

"Ooh, yeah. I am begging you... Don't stop..." he gasped, feeling that he would not be able to stand it in a moment.

His body and senses were so overwhelmed by new stimuli that his whole body literally trembled with excitement. He had the feeling that he was going to go crazy and literally fall to pieces. He shifted uneasily, as if trying to run away from the overwhelming pleasure, but the tattoo artist held him tightly by the hips, slipping his tongue even deeper inside him. Jeongguk wanted to climb on his toes, pull his body higher, or do anything to stop this sweet torture but at the same time he wanted more and more.

Once he felt that he was literally seconds away from orgasm, Taehyung suddenly pulled away from him. The tattoo artist wiped the saliva off his chin, breathing hard and smiled at him.

"W-Why did you stop?" Jeon gasped, breathing hard.

"Because I want you to come when I'm inside you," the tattoo artist replied. 

Kim grabbed his throbbing cock and pumped it for a moment, then grabbed the strawberry lube and the condom pack again. He grabbed one in his mouth and tore the packet open with his teeth. Jeongguk rose on his elbows and moistened his lips as he tried to even his breathing. Tae put the condom to the head of his cock and was about to pull it when the brunet's strong hand stopped him.

"Tae..." he began hesitantly. "C-Can we make love without it?" he asked.

Taehyung looked at him a bit surprised. The first time they had sex without protection, but everything was happening so fast they didn't even think about it. Now, however, he was convinced that the brunet would want him to use a condom.

"I'm clean, but I thought you'd want..." he replied quickly.

Jeongguk took the condom from his hand and tossed it aside, then looked him straight in the eye.

"I want to feel you," he said confidently. "I want you to come... In me," he added, feeling his cheeks all red.

"Oh, shit. That's so sexy," the tattoo artist said quickly, then pressed their lips together in a passionate kiss.

Dancing with his tongue inside his mouth, he poured the strawberry gel onto his hand again and spread it all along his length, then pressed his fingers again against the man's anus. This time his two fingers slipped inside without much effort, so he immediately began crossing them together, stretching his lover. After a few minutes he took his slender fingers and still kissing him, pressed the head of his swollen cock against the sweet entrance of the boy.

"Gguk," he began in a low, velvet-smooth voice. "Now look at me. Look at me all the time," he instructed, and the dark haired man looked up with his beautiful hot chocolate colored eyes at him and nodded, almost involuntarily clenching his fingers on his tattooed back.

The tattoo artist gripped his right thigh tightly and lifted it, leaning it against his hip, then pushed his hips strongly, pressing hard against the ring of muscles to slide in. He wanted to do it fast and hard to finally feel the man tighten around his throbbing cock, but still he did it slowly and gently so that Jeongguk could get used to the feeling of being stretched. Slipping into him, he kept looking at him straight in the eye, exactly as he had promised, and watched his face carefully to catch any grimace of pain.

"Oh, fuck..." Jeon swore, tilting his head back as finally the tattoo artist slid into him balls deep, filling him almost to the limit. "This is so fucking amazing," he added, then pressed their lips together in a somewhat chaotic, wild kiss. "I want more," he said quickly, right into his mouth. "Make love to me. Show me what you can do, Tae."

Taehyung started to move in and out of him almost immediately. At first, his movements were slow and gentle, like the calm waves of the ocean. However, when he felt that the dark-haired man tightened his fingers on his back, and his strong thighs began to press his body harder against him, he accelerated his movements. He began to penetrate him faster, his thrusts grew harder. Their lips pressed together in a tender kiss, swallowing Jeongguk moans which became louder and louder.

Wanting to give him more control and pleasure, Kim turned their bodies so that Jeongguk was sitting on top of him, and he also rose almost to a sitting position to help him accelerate his hip movements in pursuit of fulfillment. The brunet had never made love like this before, but it came to him almost instinctively. He gripped the tattoo artist's neck tightly and, supporting himself on his strong thighs, rose and fell, controlling the strength and depth of his thrusts.

"Oh, yeah! There!" he exclaimed as he felt the silver apadravya brush against his sensitive prostate.

The tattoo artist gripped his ass tightly and began to push his hips harder to further intensify his sensations. Their bodies banged against each other, filling the bedroom with distinctive and how wonderful music, accompanied by the groans and grunts of both men.

"Oh, Tae... I'll cum..." - the brunet finally moaned, feeling that he is no longer able to stop his orgasm.

"Yes. Cum for me," the tattoo artist muttered sexily, then pushed his hips forward again, hitting his prostate.

Jeongguk groaned loudly and came screaming his name. Taehyung's hands tightened around his hips and feeling that he was also close, he accelerated his movements.

"Oh, Gguk!" He choked out, and he also came, filling the brunet with his hot sperm to the very brim.

The warmth of his sperm warmed the inside of Jeongguk, and he really wanted Tae to stay here, not move, just hold him there, staying in him. As if reading his mind, the tattoo artist put his forehead to his and let their still restless, hot breaths mingle. He held him in his arms the way a musician holds his guitar, running his hands over his trembling thighs and narrow waist, marking every curve of his body that was much more important to him than mere flesh, even though he didn't say it aloud. They both knew that words were unnecessary, and perhaps neither of them was ready yet to put the right words into their mouths.

It was good. It was exactly as it should be.

They were here together, their naked bodies fused together. Hot breaths mingling into one. The strong beating of their hearts in one common rhythm, as if they were made for each other.

"Thank you," Jeongguk whispered against the parted lips of the tattoo artist.

"What are you thanking me for?" he asked surprised.

"For keeping all your promises."

***

Ayashee:

The first chapter of the new year is behind us.
And how did you like it?

We finally know what our Naughty Boy was planning.
Was this what you expected?
What will happen now?

I am curious what you think ☺️

xoxo