The first thing Jeongguk felt after waking up was the warmth of a second body, pressed tightly against his own. He narrowed his eyes again and took a deep breath, trying to memorize the moment. He wanted to know what it was like, to wake up in his arms, feel the warmth of his naked body against his, warm breath against his neck, a strong heartbeat against his.

Taehyung's tattooed arms were still tightly wrapped around his waist, their legs intertwined, their bodies pressed together, conforming to their shape almost perfectly, as if they were made for each other.

For a moment he wondered if the tattoo artist was still asleep, but he didn't want to twist in his arms so as not to accidentally wake him up. It was enough, however, that he moved slightly, and Taehyung tightened his grip of his hands and muttered something incomprehensible right next to his ear, pulling him closer to him.

The boy was certainly not asleep, but he clearly had no intention of getting up. After a while he moved his head gently, hiding it in the crease of the brunet's neck and kissed his neck with his warm lips. Jeongguk's body immediately responded to the gentle caress, and the young CEO tilted his head a little more to the side, giving the tattoo artist better access to the milky skin. He loved the feeling of his lips against his skin, burning with excitement.

Taehyung combined the best of everything. There was wildness, strength and courage in him, but at the same time incredible delicacy and tenderness. He felt it every time they were close, in every glance at his dark onyx irises, in the touch of his tattooed hands, in every, even the most delicate kiss.

Kim shifted slightly so that his body was pressing harder against that of Jeongguk. He rubbed his nose against the of the brunet, inhaling the delicate, masculine scent of his body into his lungs. He could smell his expensive perfume on his skin, mingled with his own scent, and he loved it so damn much. Waking up with him in his bed, holding him in his arms, was like Christmas when you see that you got everything you ever wanted.

Lying behind him, he began to kiss his neck gently, placing wet kisses on it, while his hand began to stroke the smooth arch of his back just above the plump buttocks he loved so much. After a while his hand grasped the boy's hip, pulling him towards him, and Jeon involuntarily pushed his ass back harder, as if he wanted to feel his hardening cock on it.

The breaths of both men were instinctively shallower due to the proximity of their almost naked bodies. They were both wearing only boxer shorts, their bodies only covered with a thin sheet. Tae clung to him even tighter, pressing his fingers into the protruding hipbone and gripping the skin on his neck with his teeth, biting it gently. As the young CEO replied with a soft moan from his lips parting in delight, his hand slid down over his athletic thigh, tightening his grip on it. After a short while, Kim scratched the taut, milky skin with his fingers and slowly directed his hand a little lower, directing it to one desired place, about which he dreamed - between the strong thighs of the brunet.

Taehyung gripped his neck firmly, tilting the boy's head back. He moved his wet tongue behind the brunet's ear to gently grab his earlobe with his teeth.

"You're so fucking sexy," the redhead muttered straight into his ear. His voice was even lower than usual, marked by morning hoarseness and incredibly sensual.

He moved his lips a little lower and bit the skin on the back of his neck as his strong, masculine hand slid into his boxer shorts. It only took a few seconds for the tattoo artist's slender fingers to entwine around his cock. Jeon exhaled loudly from his parted lips, sighing softly at the caress, while spreading his thighs tighter so that the man had better and easier access to his body.

Kim alternately kissed and nibbled on his skin as his hand glided up and down the brunet's manhood, stimulating him. With each successive movement of his fist, the boy's cock grew larger and harder. He loved feeling its throbbing, the soft, warm skin under his fingertips, and how quickly the juices began to flow from the head of his dick, testifying to the growing excitement of the man being caressed. The tattoo artist's hand movements were lazy, slow, and damn accurate. He moved his hand from the root to the very head, making slightly circular movements. With each subsequent stroke, his fist clenched tighter and began to move faster.

Jeongguk bent his body tighter, pressing his bare back firmly against his body, shamelessly spreading his thighs wide so that the tattoo artist's hand could glide over his body without any problems, like a guitarist's fingers on a guitar string. His breathing was interrupted by louder and louder gasps as his body again felt unprecedented pleasure. Taehyung felt the shiver of excitement glide down his spine, bursting into flame in his lower abdomen and stimulating his cock. He was convinced that Jeon could feel his already hard dick digging into his bare ass, protruding from under the gently slipped boxers.

Kim grabbed the brunet by the chin and forced him to turn his face towards him, then pressed their lips together in a tender kiss. His hand tightened stronger around the hard cock, and Jeongguk involuntarily began to push his hips forward, pushing his dick through the man's clenched hand.

He felt his whole body tremble with pleasure. He didn't know if he should break free from his hands and stop this sweet torture before he come on his own stomach and bedding, or let him continue to caress him and fall apart in his hands, writhing with delight. He has never experienced such pleasure in his entire life, and has not experienced as many orgasms as the tattoo artist gave him in the last two days. It felt like a little more, and his body just couldn't stand the excess of stimuli and pleasure.

Unable to stop himself, however, he pushed his hips harder to meet the man's nimble hand. A loud moan escaped his lips as his cock pushed effortlessly through his tightly clenched fist once again.

"Oh, God, Tae... I'll cum," he choked out with difficulty. "I-I'll get your bedding dirty," he added. Taehyung moved his mouth to his ear and nibbled lightly on his earlobe. His breath was hot as fire.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that, Gguk," he muttered sexy in his ear with his low, still slightly sleepy voice. "I promise I won't waste a drop," he whispered, and without saying anything else, he twisted them quickly so that Jeongguk was lying on his back and smirked at him.

Without waiting for permission, he slid lower, hiding under the sheet that had previously covered their bodies. Even though Jeon couldn't see him, he knew exactly what the man was going to do. Before he could react, the tattoo artist's warm lips curled around his hard cock without warning. The brunet threw his head back, moaning loudly.

"Oh God..." he grunted, clenching his hands on the white sheet.

The tattoo artist wasn't going to tease him or prepare him slowly for what he was about to do. Without the slightest warning, he simply shoved his entire cock into his mouth and sucked on it so hard that Jeongguk's eyes were almost fogged, and the knuckles of his hand turned white with the force of his grip.

"Oh, Tae!" he exclaimed.

His chest swept upward as his strong back formed a sexy arch. The tattoo artist parted his thighs with an imperious movement even more and danced his tongue around the head of his cock, then forcefully slipped it back into his mouth balls deep. He wanted to slip his fingers into his anus and drive him crazy, sensually attacking all his senses. Still, he didn't. He knew the boy was probably a bit sore after yesterday. Jeongguk had never been with another man before, so he didn't want to put too much strain on his body.

Jeon pulled the sheet off of him and tossed it aside. He wanted to look at him. He looked down at his parted thighs and the man between them. The tattoo artist, feeling his gaze on him, looked up, crossing his gaze with his. The man's irises seemed even darker than usual. Taehyung stroked the inside of his thigh with his hand, then moved his right hand to the boy's lower abdominal muscles, marking the toned muscles with his fingertips. He loved feeling his muscles tense every time the sensitive head of his cock hit the back of his throat.

Jeon couldn't take his eyes off him. With growing excitement, he watched his swollen cock disappear into those lovely lips, and the red-haired man's beautifully cut lips clamped tightly around his shaft. Kim ran his tongue up and down its length as if licking the most delicious ice cream ever made, savoring every inch of it.

He loved to taste it, to feel a delicate, slightly salty taste on his hot tongue, the scent of musk penetrating his nostrils every time his nose rubs against his stomach, while he slipped his swollen cock into his mouth, deepthroating him. He loved to feel his gaze on him, to hear the curses roll from his sinful lips as he was sucked hard or when his pierced tongue swirled around the sensitive head.

"Oh yes! Tae! You are wonderful," the brunet moaned.

He felt so good he didn't know what to do. He wanted to tear his hair out of his head, clench his hands on the white sheets, writhe like a snake, moan his name so loudly that everyone would know that ecstasy only had one name that he could repeat over and over again.

Kim Taehyung.

He didn't know if he should clench his thighs and hold back the pleasure, or if he should grab the tattooist's red strands and beg him to put his cock back into his mouth as deeply as only he could.

"Oh. My. God."

Taehyung felt the brunet's thighs begin to tremble, and the abdominal muscles tense, and he knew that the boy was close. He smiled gently with his cock still in his mouth and sucked even harder on him. He couldn't remember even when he put that much effort into the blow job. Usually he was the one they knelt before, but Jeongguk was different. Pleasing him was something damn exciting, even liberating. He wanted to see Gguk literally crumble in his hands.

"Please," Jeon gasped. "Do it again. Take it all," he ordered, staring at him with hazy eyes.

His hand gripped his hair firmly, pushing his head down, and the tattoo artist allowed him to do so without the slightest hesitation. When the brunet's hard cock slid into his mouth again balls deep, a loud moan rolled from Jeon's lips. Taehyung deliberately pressed his lips tighter, closing his throat around the swollen head, and his hand squeezed the man's balls.

"Oh, Tae! I'll cum!" Jeon warned, gasping for breath.

Seeing, however, that the tattoo artist had no intention of withdrawing from him, he surrendered to it. Once again, he surrendered completely to his will, and he had never felt so wonderful in his life. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, pushed his hips forward to meet Taehyung's mouth and came right into his lips, letting the man's hungry mouth literally engulf his orgasm along with the white, sticky cum that gently trickled down his chin. The power of Jeongguk's orgasm was so strong that he thought he was falling into the abyss or dying, breaking up into a million pieces to learn to fly again.

Taehyung sucked on him until he was sure he had drunk every, even the smallest, drop of him, holding him by his trembling thighs. After a while, he just let the man's cock slip out of his mouth and he slid his tongue over it once more, collecting any remaining cum. He pulled up his boxers and quickly approached the hard-breathing man, joining their lips in a tender kiss. His pierced tongue ran over the boy's lower lip, and he opened his mouth wide, letting the wet tongue tasting his own cum slide into his mouth, kissing him as if their lives depended on it.

"Hmmm," the brunet muttered as the tattoo artist moved away from him slightly. "Good morning to you, too."

Taehyung laughed at his words, then pressed his lips against those of the brunet again, and Jeongguk wrapped his strong arms around him, pulling him closer to him.

"I could get used to this," Kim confessed, brushing the boy's dark curls behind his ear.

"To what?"

"To waking up daily with you in my arms. To you."

"Would you wake me up like that every day?" he asked, pressing his teeth against his bottom lip and looking at him with his large, doe eyes with hot chocolate irises.

"You don't even know how much I would like it," he replied, and kissed his lips again. "Stay in bed. I'll bring us breakfast, huh?"

Taehyung stepped away from him and reluctantly got out of bed. Jeongguk pulled himself up, resting his back against the pillow and covered himself again with the sheet under which they slept at night. The tattoo artist slipped on his black sweatpants and quickly put on one of his black T-shirts, then left the room, leaving him alone.

Jeon ran a hand through his dark, tousled hair. He could feel the muscles in his thighs still trembling from his orgasm. He bit his bottom lip involuntarily, tasting Tae's mouth on it. What the tattoo artist was doing with him was almost unbelievable. He's never felt anything like this. Only he could make his whole body literally burn with lust and writhe in ecstasy.

"Goddamn Park," he said under his breath, curving his lips into a gentle smile.

He never expected that he would ever agree with Park. But now, he couldn't deny that the man was telling the truth, saying that having sex with another man was truly amazing.

He pulled his body up tighter to rise to a sitting position and took a deep breath. Having no experience of intercourse with another man, he was afraid that he would be in a lot of pain today, but he felt like a newborn. He felt a bit of discomfort after sex, but in some strange way he liked it. He wanted to smell his masculine scent on him, the strong touch of his hand, to taste his lips and listen to his soft sighs.

He couldn't deny, however, that when he thought about how Taehyung grabbed him hard by the throat, how he was masturbating him with firm, strong movements, making him almost want to beg him to stop and, in a moment, to ask him not to, he liked this burning sensation he felt, as he stretched him out, sliding his thick, rock-hard cock into him, he felt excited like never before. He liked the fact that he still felt the burning sensation where Taehyung penetrated him, and at the mere thought of this his rectum muscles tightened as if wanting to feel him again.

It was all so new to him. Usually he didn't like changes, they scared him, made his attacks intensify. But now he was fucking excited about it. He wanted to know what else Taehyung could teach him and was looking forward to it.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts on what happened yesterday that he did not even notice Taehyung entering the room with a tray of food. Only when he felt the bed bend under his weight did he look at him. The tattoo artist moved the coffee mugs to the nightstand and placed the tray of food in the center of the bed. He climbed it and sat down next to Jeongguk.

"Jesus, what smells so good?" Jeon asked, looking carefully at the tray of food. Tae laughed softly.

"These are the butter rolls my mom made for us," he explained, handing him one of them.

"F-for us?" Jeongguk gasped, then looked up at him in surprise and blinked a few times. But he took the soft, fragrant cake from him and bit into it. "Hmmm... Oh my God! How delicious it is!" he mused, quickly taking another bite. He hadn't even realized how hungry he was until now. "How come your mom baked them for us?" he asked timidly, chewing on his food.

"It turns out my son is a pretty good detective," the tattoo artist replied, lying on his stomach and taking one of the rolls in his hand. "He heard me talking to Yoongi about you, about asking you for a date, and when I went to drive him to my mom, he told her I had a date. My mom packed a lot of these rolls for me, especially for you."

"D-did she know that I..." he began, but he stopped short, not sure how to put his question into words, so as not to accidentally bring up an unpleasant topic.

"That you are a man?" the tattoo artist finished for him, dropping a piece of soft dough into his mouth as if their conversation would not embarrass him at all.

Jeon nodded, swallowing hard. He didn't know why, but he felt strangely tense and nervous. It had never even occurred to him before, but as things picked up between him and Tae, he began to fear that the man's family might not be at all pleased with the fact that the tattoo artist was dating someone like him.

"Sure she does," Kim replied, popping the slice of muffin into his mouth again.

"And... Does it bother her?" he asked.

"To be honest, I think she's glad I'm dating a man and not a woman. She always said I would have a better relationship with a man."

"Has she always thought that? H-how did she react when... you know..."

"In fact, we probably never had a conversation in which I had to inform her about my orientation. I think she always knew I was attracted to both women and men. I remember telling me that when I was four or five, I kissed my friend from kindergarden and then told her I wanted him to be my husband. After that, I was dating girls, but I knew I was attracted by men too, and I never hid it. When I told her I was dating a guy, she wasn't even surprised."

"You are very lucky she supports you so much. I can't imagine what my family would do if they found out about you," he honestly admitted.

"Not only that I have a dick but also tattoos, hm? Your father's dream son-in-law," Taehyung replied, laughing, but he quickly turned serious when he saw Jeongguk's worried expression.

The brunet was silent for a moment, looking at his hands. It took a moment for him to look up and meet the tattooist's eyes.

"I'm afraid that when they find out about it... My father and brother... I'm afraid that I will lose them like I lost my mother..." he confessed, feeling that his throat was closing.

Hearing this confession, Taehyung sat up and pulled Jeongguk to his chest. He took his face in his hands and looked at him with his gentle eyes. His dark eyes looked like the calm depths of the ocean.

"Gguk, I don't know your family and I can't promise you that they will accept you without a problem, but I will tell you what my mother said when I once asked her if she was bothered by the fact that maybe someday I will have a relationship with a man instead of woman. She told me then that she loves me more than life and that no matter who I decide to share mine with, she will support me because my happiness is most important to her. This is what a loving parent should do. Support your child, whoever he or she loves. People don't have to excuse themselves or apologize for falling in love with someone who is short, has a nose that is too big or has floppy ears, so why should I apologize to anyone or be ashamed of dating someone with a penis? You shouldn't apologize for love."

"If the press found out that The Jeon Electronics next CEO is dating a man... it could destroy everything my father has worked for his entire life."

"Nobody needs to know, Gguk. You don't have to tell anyone about your relationships or preferences, but you also can't let someone else take away your opportunity to be happy."

"At the end of the week, Lisa is flying to Japan. She is to spend at least two weeks there," the brunet said after a moment of reflection. "When she gets back, I hope we can talk calmly. I don't know how she'll take it. She has no family. And sometimes I have the impression that my father treats her more like his daughter than me, like his son."

"What do you mean? She has no one here?" Kim asked, frowning together.

He sat down next to Jeongguk and put his arm around him, pressing him against his chest. He leaned in slightly and placed a gentle kiss on his bare shoulder.

"Lisa is from an orphanage. When she was a few years old, she was adopted by a couple, but soon their relationship broke up and only her mother raised her. She died before I met her, and Lisa has no family. My father and my stepmother treat her almost like their daughter," he explained.

He reached out and picked up a cup of coffee, handing it to Tae, and took the other for himself. The coffee smelled wonderful. He loved the smell of freshly ground Arabica beans. He dipped his lips in the hot liquid and took a few sips, inhaling the pleasant scent of the coffee tree into his nostrils.

"Are you afraid that they will side with her?" he asked, though it didn't sound like a question at all.

"I don't want to hurt her... I just ... I don't know. I guess I wanted to fit in so badly that I lost myself somewhere. I made myself believe that was what I wanted, but it was never really what I was looking for. I always felt that I was missing something."

"And now? How do you feel?"

Jeongguk looked at him and extended his hand towards him, taking his chin gently, then kissed his lips.

"As if I'm finally getting my sight back."

***

As the end credits appeared on the TV screen, Jeongguk looked at the man next to him. Taehyung was lying on his back on the couch in the living room, with one hand behind his head and the other wrapped around his strong back, and he was lying on his side with his head resting on the man's chest. Their legs were tangled together, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. It was late afternoon, and no lights had been turned on in the living room, so it was a little dim, but he didn't mind. On the contrary. It was wonderful. He liked the way Taehyung's facial features sharpened in such a light and the skin deepened its unique color. He could look at him for hours.

"Do you believe something like that?" he asked suddenly, though he knew he had already asked him a similar question when he saw his tattoo in the studio. "Do you believe that if someone is destined to be together, they can overcome anything?" he clarified.

He didn't know why he was asking about it again. Perhaps because their relationship became more and more real to him. It was no longer just the "what if" hypothesis. When yesterday he decided to come here and make love with him, everything changed. He knew very well that he could not, nor did he want to, go back to what was before.

He wanted him. He wanted to be with him. Taehyung was what he needed.

He had never been so happy with anyone, even though he was lying on the couch watching a movie from so many years ago. But he knew he couldn't stay here all the time. One day they will be forced to leave this apartment and face the whole world. And that's what he feared. He knew that they might try to hide their relationship for a while, but sooner or later someone would find out about them, and then...

Then all hell will break loose.

He was sure of it. And he wanted to hear that they would be able to get through it. He wanted Taehyung to assure him that even if they were engulfed by flames, they would rise like a phoenix from the ashes, just like the beautiful bird on the tattoo artist's back.

Kim looked at his face and held out his hand. After a while, his fingertips outlined the soft brunet's lips to join them with his lips in a gentle kiss.

"I'll tell you something, although I don't know if my image of a strong, independent rocker won't suffer," he joked, and Jeongguk rolled his eyes. "You know the legend of the red thread of destiny?" he asked. "When I was a boy, my grandmother told me about Unmei no akai ito, the red thread of destiny. This is a legend that originated in China, but was adopted in many Asian countries. My grandmother said that a Japanese legend says that at the moment of birth, fate ties a red thread to the little finger of the left hand. This thread is designed to connect us with the "other half", with the soul that is destined for us. This thread may stretch, tangle, but it cannot break. It is said that it is infinitely long, indestructible, but also invisible. Two people, who are bound by it, are destined to each other and sooner or later they will meet to be together."

Jeongguk looked at his hand almost involuntarily, as if to check for a red thread on his finger, and seeing his gaze, the tattoo artist grabbed his hand and laced their fingers together.

"I know everything that happens between us may scare you, but you are not alone in it, Gguk," he said, sliding a hand under his chin to lift his face slightly and turn it towards him.

"What is happening between us does not scare me. Not anymore. It makes me feel good."

Taehyung ran a hand over his cheek and smiled gently, then kissed him tenderly. They kissed slowly, gently. Their tongues rubbed against each other in a slow, erotic dance. And it only took a moment for Jeongguk's body to relax again, as if the tattoo artist had drunk all the uncertainty and fear from his mouth. He didn't even know how long they'd been lying on the couch kissing in the darkened room, but he didn't need anything else. When they finally pulled away slightly, their breathing was restless, somewhat chaotic.

"What will it be like now? You and me?" he asked. "I want to keep seeing you..."

"You don't have to tell everyone about us right away, Gguk. I don't expect you to do this."

"And what? Are we going to hide in the four walls?" He snorted, running a hand through his dark hair. "You'd be sick of me..."

"First of all..." That said, the tattoo artist kissed his quivering lips. "I'll never get enough of you. Secondly... I know this is a delicate matter and takes time. First you have to take care of yourself, then everything will sort out by itself," he said gently. "Come on, I know what you need now," he added after a moment.

He grabbed his hand and rose from the couch. He turned off the TV and led Jeongguk behind him. The brunet thought that perhaps the tattoo artist would lead him to the studio and persuade him to draw again, but to his surprise, the man headed for the bathroom.

"What are we going to do?" he asked, excitement growing.

"You'll see in a moment," the redhead answered, then opened the door and led him inside the room. He indicated the brunet to sit on the edge of the bathtub, and he left the bathroom himself. He returned after a short while, and Jeongguk couldn't help but smile as he noticed Taehyung had brought wine and candles. "Now that my image of an unwavering rocker has been tarnished, I figured you might want a long, romantic bath," he explained, looking him straight in the eye. "With me," he added.

"Oh, so you really are a romantic after all," Jeon teased, inserting the tub plug and turning on the stream of warm water.

"Just don't tell anyone about it, because they'll make fun of me for the rest of their lives," Kim threatened as he approached him.

"I promise this will be our secret," Jeon replied and kissed his lips.

"Undress, and I'll get the rest ready." That said, the tattoo artist took out his lighter and slowly began to light the candles he had just brought, positioning them to illuminate the bathroom sufficiently when he turned off the lights.

After a while, the man also poured some fragrance oil into the bathtub, which was already half filled with water, and it immediately turned a beautiful azure color. The pleasant scent of sandalwood crept into Jeongguk's nostrils immediately. Taehyung turned off the light and closed the bathroom door, then turned to him and eyed him with his intense gaze from head to toe.

"Do you want me to help you undress?" he asked, seeing the young CEO was still wearing his tracksuit.

His voice was lowered almost to a sensual whisper, as if he did not want to destroy this delicate and sensual moment. Jeongguk nodded. He didn't need his help at all, but he liked the vision of those long, slender fingers of the tattoo artist slowly sliding under the black T-shirt of some rock band that he had taken from his closet this morning. Taehyung, as if reading his mind, grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and began to slowly roll it upwards, revealing smooth, milky skin. As he did so, his fingertips deliberately glided over the hard muscles of his stomach, counting the bulges of the muscles, loving the way they trembled gently at his touch. Impatient to finally see him, he quickly pulled his T-shirt over his head, ruffling his dark hair gently, and tossed it to the ground.

"Your skin is so delicate, milky," he whispered, gazing lovingly at the naked chest of the man standing in front of him.

He took a step forward and leaned in gently, kissing his collarbones. He moved his lips down, marking the delicate traces of his lips, with wet kisses, and the fingers of his hands slipped into the waistband of his sweatpants. He ran his tongue over the boy's sensitive nipple. He bit it lightly, then smirked and looked him straight in the eye. He pushed his tongue out of his mouth and ran it down between the flexing muscles of his stomach, down to the fine hairs just above the line of boxer shorts.

He gripped the black fabric tightly and pulled off his sweatpants, along with his underwear and socks, tossing the garments next to his T-shirt. For a few seconds, his gaze moved to his cock, but he quickly shifted his gaze to his face.

"Get in the tub," he ordered.

Jeongguk, however, disregarding his order, put his hands in front of him and grabbed his shirt.

"First, I'll help you undress," he replied.

"Ah, yes?" The tattoo artist raised his right eyebrow and bit his lower lip. "Then undress me, Naughty Boy," he said in a low, sexy voice.

The brunet needed no more. His hands immediately slipped under the thin cotton T-shirt, marking the delicately outlined muscles of the tattoo artist, and he pulled it up with determination. He wished he could see his caramel, covered with black ink skin again. He wanted the man to dip his beautiful naked body in the bathtub, letting the warm water caress his skin, and the candle flames illuminating it with its warm yellow glow. He wanted to cuddle up in his strong arms and feel the hot breath against his neck, then kiss his lips as if nothing in the world existed except them.

And he knew Taehyung would let him do that.

Hastily he removed the rest of his clothes and eyed him slowly from head to toe, absorbing the image of his naked, tattooed body. He took his hand and led him to the bathtub. Taehyung walked in first, sitting down so that Jeongguk could sit in front of him, between his legs, resting his back on his chest, and the brunet joined him. He clung to the tattoo artist's naked body, sitting between his slim thighs, and leaned against his chest, letting the man press his body against his.

"Just relax. Don't think about all of this. We'll think about it another time," he whispered in his ear, his lips tracing the wet path along his neck. "Just let yourself feel..."

Taehyung brushed his wet hand away the brunet's hair, which began to curl slightly under the influence of the humidity rising in the bathroom, and the boy tilted his head back more so that it rested on the strong shoulder of the tattoo artist and closed his eyes. He focused on the sound of his own breathing, the soft sound of moving water, the tattoo artist's wet lips kissing his neck and right shoulder, the warm body of the man against whom his naked body clung, the strong beating of his heart.

It was perfect. He needed nothing more.

"Your skin is beautiful... perfect," Kim whispered, kissing his shoulder softly. "When I saw you for the first time, my fingers itched to make a tattoo on it," he confessed.

"Do you like guys with tattoos?" the brunet asked, smiling slightly, even though the tattoo artist couldn't see his face now.

"I like you, and you look amazing with ink on your skin."

"Lisa almost lost her mind when she saw my tattoo in Paris," he admitted, laughing at the memory.

"Don't tell me she didn't like it," he replied, surprised.

"She hates tattoos. Her ex was a total bastard, they broke up because he hit her, and because he had tattoos, she hates them. She told me I had disfigured my body," he explained, snorting gently under his breath. "As if a scar was not enough, I got a tattoo too," he added, feeling a strange, bitter taste on his tongue.

"Gguk, your body is beautiful with or without a tattoo," Taehyung said in a serious voice. "Although I can't deny that I love tattoos. And this scar..." he began and pushed him gently away from him, as if he wanted to be able to look at his back.

Jeongguk automatically held his breath. Since his back was decorated with a tattoo made by Tae, he felt much more confident about his body, but even so when the man mentioned his scar, he felt strangely tense, knowing that the beautiful onyx irises were just staring at this ugly blemish. He waited for the next words he expected to hear immediately, but Kim said nothing. Instead, the redhead's lips found its way to his right shoulder blade, placing a few tender kisses exactly where his scar was.

"You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen," he whispered in his ear. "And not because you have an angel face and a perfect body. You are beautiful thanks to the passion and sensitivity with which you look at the world. How you make everything shine around because you enter the room with your beautiful smile on your lips and a million stars in your eyes. I don't know why you think you are insufficient or that you do not deserve to be truly happy, to fulfill your dreams. I'm going to do my best to make you understand that you are not an intruder who has invaded my world in your elegant Prada shoes and a tailored Gucci suit. You make my world colorful, you make my world beautiful."

"Tae," Jeon gasped, twisting quickly in his arms and grabbing him face in his hands. "I can't speak as beautifully as you do, but... I've lived in the dark for ten years. I felt as if something was pressing On my lungs and I couldn't breathe. Thanks to you... You make me breathe again."

Taehyung smiled at him and pressed their lips together in a long, hot kiss. Their tongues rubbed against each other like two lovers dancing erotic rumba, writhing around each other. They kissed for a long time, greedily, tasting each other. Jeongguk climbed on his thighs, straddling him, hot water lapped their bodies, candlelight flickered softly in the dark bathroom.

Jeon moved away from him gently and picked up a bottle of red wine standing on the edge of the tub. He grasped the cork gently pressed in with his teeth and spat it on the ground, then scooped up the wine in his mouth. He leaned towards the tattoo artist, and the man, knowing exactly what he was going to do, gently parted his lips so that Jeon could pour scarlet alcohol into his mouth. The brunet sucked on his tongue again, sipping from him the taste of wine with a delicate hint of strawberry and chocolate.

They broke apart, breathing heavily, the tattoo artist took a bottle of wine from him and took a few sips himself, then let the dark-haired man break into his mouth. He could feel the alcohol trickling down his chin, but it didn't bother him. Jeon stepped away from him and looked him straight in the eyes with his burning gaze. His chest rose in a slightly faster, unnatural breath. He shifted his gaze to the tattoo artist's lips, and as he saw the fine trickle of wine trickling down his chin and neck as he forced his way into his mouth, he leaned forward and licked the alcohol off his caramel skin, descending from his chin, down along his alluring neck.

The tattoo artist's hands almost involuntarily found their way to his narrow waist, sliding gently down to grip tightly his round ass. Feeling his hands pressing against the firm skin, Jeongguk sucked hard on his throat, wanting to leave a trace of his lips on his skin. He wanted everyone who saw him in his studio tomorrow to know that he was not alone.

This sexy, tattooed man belonged to him now, and he had no intention of sharing him with anyone.

Jeon pulled away from him again, picked up the bottle, and looked at the man beneath him, eyes blazing. He put the neck to the tattoo artist's lips and poured the wine into his mouth, not caring that a few drops were dripping down his neck again. He studied one of them carefully. He watched as the red liquid rolled over his skin until it finally stopped in a delicate depression just above his collarbone. It was so fucking sexy he couldn't think of anything else. Guided by some supernatural force, he held his hand with the bottle of wine out in front of him and poured a small amount of alcohol into the exact spot, then looked at the tattoo artist. His lips curved into a mysterious smile, then he lowered himself and ran his tongue along the man's collarbone to suck the lips against his skin and drink all the alcohol from his body.

"Gguk" Kim panted with difficulty, tugging at his dark, twisted strands with moisture to move the brunet away from him.

They stared at each other for a moment, breathing hard. Their eyes blazed. Bare, wet chests rose in chaotic breathing.

"Tae..." Jeongguk began suddenly, but his hand grasped the tattoo artist's right hand, which was still caressing his ass greedily, and he slid it a little lower towards his entrance. "T-touch me," he ordered, wetting his lips. "I want to feel your fingers inside me."

Taehyung looked at him for a moment without even blinking. Only his breathing became flattened and his chest began to contract and relax in rapid breathing. After a while, however, Jeon felt the tattoo artist's hand lower even more, and water-wet fingers slid between his ass cheeks.

They didn't have the lube with them, and Jeongguk knew full well that such penetration would be more painful, but he didn't mind. He knew Taehyung would do anything to make him feel good. As he felt the tattoo artist's finger press against his entrance, he bit his lower lip in anticipation. He wasn't tense, on the contrary, he was fucking excited about it. As the tip of the finger began to press into his anus, instead of retreating, he instinctively pressed harder against his hand. Feeling that, the tattoo artist's warm hand parted his buttocks more, and a long finger pushed inside him. The brunet's hips unintentionally flexed, allowing him better access, and a loud moan escaped from his mouth. But it was not a moan of pain, but of pure delight.

"M-more," he gasped.

Taehyung bit his lips, which tasted of red wine, and slid a second finger into him, letting the man groan loudly right into his mouth. He let him get used to it for a moment, then began to wiggle his fingers, crossing them together while kissing him quickly and wildly. Only a moment of such caresses was enough for the young CEO to return his every kiss with equal passion, pushing his ass back harder so that the man's fingers slide into him faster and deeper.

"Oh... that's enough. I need you inside me," he said between kisses.

Taehyung slipped his fingers from him and brought his hands to his narrow hips, lifting them up. The brunet grabbed his throbbing cock with his hand and led it to his entrance. He pressed against it, lowering himself slowly.

"Oh, fuck, Tae! You are... Oh!" he choked, lowering himself bit by bit. "Ah, you're fucking big," he added, feeling the tattoo artist's cock slide deeper and deeper into him.

"Ah, Gguk," the tattoo artist growled, his hands clasped tightly on his ass.

He thought he was going to go mad. The boy was pushing his cock into himself mercilessly slowly, and he was so damn tight. He clenched his hands so tightly that he was afraid that bruises would appear on the brunet's hips tomorrow, but he couldn't help it. It was so unbelievably good he had the feeling that he was about to come, spilling into him and filling him with his hot cum. He clenched his jaw tightly, trying to stop the curse from rolling from his lips.

"Oh... Fuck!" Jeon moaned as he finally sat fully down on his thighs, the tattoo artist's cock filled him to the brim.

His fingers gripped the edges of the tub tightly, and his head tilted back. The bathroom, shrouded in twilight, was filled with his loud groan and a juicy curse rolling from the mouth of the man below him. Jeongguk raised his head and looked him straight in the eye.

"Jesus, I love it," he said, struggling to catch his breath. "You're fucking big, but..." That said, the boy rose slightly, pulling the tattoo artist's cock out of his body, then began to slide down again. "God... It feels so good..."

"Oh, Gguk! You do not even realize what you are doing to me..." the redhead gasped, feeling his hard cock sliding into the tight hole of his lover. "Fuck!" he swore, gritting his teeth. "You're so fucking tight."

Jeon, as if encouraged by his words, pushed himself upward on his strong thighs to drop down quickly again, taking him hole in again, and another juicy curse broke from the tattoo artist's mouth. The brunet involuntarily smiled and deliberately repeated this movement, but this time the man's pierced cock rubbed against his sensitive prostate.

It was such a wonderful feeling that Jeongguk was unable to utter a word, only a few loud moans rolled from his lips as he rubbed hard against his hard cock. The tattoo artist gripped his ass tightly, helping him speed up his movements, feeling his cock vibrate with each subsequent thrust and the brunet's muscles tightening around it.

"Oh, Tae, Fuck! I never... thought I'd say something like that out loud... but that goddamn Park was right... Oh!" Jeon gasped suddenly, letting the tattoo artist's cock slide into him balls deep once more.

"Park?" Kim asked, somewhat surprised the boy was mentioning his friend at a time like this.

"Sex with a guy... Oh, Jesus..." the boy began, but stopped when another moan of pleasure escaped from his mouth. Taehyung felt his thighs tremble and knew Gguk was close. "Park said there is nothing better... And he was... Oh, fuck! Right."

Tae pressed against his prostate again, deliberately gliding his apadravya over it, and watched Jeongguk's lips part to conform to his name.

Fuck, how he loved it.

A wave of orgasm rolled down the young businessman's spine, climbed up his strong thighs, exploding in his crotch with such force that his whole body began to tremble, and he cursed loudly. Throwing his head back, he came on the tattoo artist's stomach. Kim kept moving in him, chasing his own orgasm.

"Oh, God! Gguk!" he called after a moment, and he also came.

Unable to help himself, he pulled the brunet by the neck to him, joining their lips in a hot, greedy kiss. He couldn't get enough of it. He kissed him, teasing his tongue, tasting a man who seemed to make him increasingly dependent on himself, on his taste, on his closeness.

Instead of being addicted to drugs, food or alcohol, he was addicted to him. And Jeongguk was his favorite drug.

The worst thing was that he was slowly breaking his last but most important rule, which he had promised himself never to break.

He was beginning to feel more for him than he should.

And now, holding his wet, naked, trembling with orgasm body in his tattooed arms, kissing him like there was no tomorrow, he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Not now.

Not anymore.

It was too late for that. He was too deep in it.

He needed him.

***

Ayashee:

What's better for a winter night than a hot, romantic chapter?

Hope you enjoyed the Taekook weekend ☺️

PS. Isn't it too boring?
I think it's time for things to get a little more complicated, hm?
😅😏

xoxo