"Gguk, will you tell me where are we going?" Taehyung asked again, still walking slowly forward, carefully placing foot by foot.

After Jeongguk's romantic confession outside the art gallery, they stood for a long time in a small parking lot, kissing as if they were trying to make up for all the time lost by this painful separation. They didn't even know how long it took. It didn't matter. This time they didn't have to rush anywhere. They just let themselves be lost in this wonderful moment, their lips sliding over each other with passion and adoration. From time to time, only melodic laughter would break out of their mouths, only to be absorbed by the hungry lips of the other.

They only broke apart when the slam of the door behind them crept into their ears as one of the staff members went outside to light a cigarette. The man, however, was not very interested in them. He only gave them a quick look, and after a while he took his cell phone out of his pocket and started to check something on the screen. This, however, sobered them up enough that they finally pulled away from each other.

The young CEO took the driver's seat and drove Tae back to Jeon's house. But he wouldn't let him in. He parked the car in front of the house, and when they got out, Jeongguk told him to take off his shoes and socks and leave his suit jacket, and he disappeared for a moment inside the mansion. As he left it, he approached him almost silently, and before Kim could say or react, his eyes were covered by a black blindfold. After a while, the brunet grabbed his hand and began to carefully lead him towards the back of the house. Taehyung asked several times what was going on and where they were going, but Jeon flatly refused to give any explanation, so the tattoo artist had to rely on him and his own senses.

As he already guessed, they headed for the beach. From what he has already noticed, the Jeon family house was located close to one of the prettiest beaches of Jeju — Gimnyeong. It was enough to walk through the beautiful backyard garden and then walk only a few meters to get there. So, after a short walk, Jeongguk led him onto the warm sand that he now felt under his bare feet. The sun that accompanied them as they drove to the gallery hid somewhere, and the wind was quite strong now, but it was still warm enough. The longer they walked, the louder the sound of the sea waves grew, and the air felt wetter, which made the tattoo artist certain that the brunet was leading him down the beach, but he still didn't know what to expect.

"Come on, Gguk. You can't do this to me..." Kim groaned in another phishing attempt, wishing he could look at him with his puppy eyes.

However, he did not receive an explanation in response, but his senses were attacked by Jeongguk's low, melodious laugh. It's been a long time since a boy was laughing so freely. It was the kind of laughter that could break through the layers of even the coldest heart. And hearing him, he only dreamed of taking the blindfold off his eyes, pulling the boy into his arms and pressing their lips together, drinking this wonderful melody straight from his mouth. After a short while, however, the brunet fell silent, letting the small space between them be filled only with the sound of rough waves and the sound of the growing wind.

"We are here," Jeon said finally.

Taehyung still couldn't see him, but he was sure the boy was standing right in front of him now. When Jeongguk released his hand, he felt strangely nervous and lost, like a toddler abandoned by a parent in a dark room. He parted his lips to ask what was happening when suddenly he felt masculine hands grasp the black blindfold that covered his eyes. The young CEO's fingers gently cupped the material on either side of his temples, and the tattoo artist's tattooed hands rose instinctively to find Jeon's hands. The brunet slowly removed the blindfold from his eyes, finally allowing him to see where they were.

As expected, Jeongguk led them to the beach. There were no other people around but them, yet the tattoo artist looked almost involuntarily around, as if to make sure no one would notice them. All he had to do was glance to the right to see what the young CEO must have prepared a moment ago when he let go of his hand.

In the sand, a few steps away, was a small blanket with a few decorative pillows on it. In each corner of the blanket there was a beautiful, ornate lantern illuminating this romantic nest. Seeing this, he quickly turned to Jeongguk and found the gaze of his chocolate irises.

"Did you do it for me?" He asked, even though it was obvious. The brunet smiled gently, a bit ashamed.

"I know it's not much," the boy replied quickly. "I was going to prepare something better, but the wind effectively spoiled my plan. I wanted to prepare a romantic dinner, but I was afraid that by the time we got here, probably everything would already be in the sea, so..."

"Gguk, look at me," the tattoo artist said, interrupting his nervous babble. His tattooed fingers slid under the brunet's chin, turning his head, so he could look him straight in the eye. "It's perfect," he said in a low, velvet smooth voice.

"Really?" Jeon asked, making a disbelieving child's face, and Kim laughed softly.

"You're cute," he said, looking at him closely. "And yes, really. It's enough to be with you, and it will always be great, but this date is really wonderful."

"I wanted us to have a romantic dinner while admiring the sunset, but as you can see, the weather has turned on me. There is no dinner either, because of what happened, we left the art gallery earlier, and I didn't manage to organize it..." he explained sadly. "But I have wine!" He added after a moment, as if he suddenly remembered it, and quickly raised his left hand, which he hid behind his back until now. His lips stretched into a beautiful smile.

"And we don't need anything else," the tattoo artist replied, taking his free hand and leading him towards the blanket.

Jeongguk did not protest, he let him lead him. After a while, they both sat down on the prepared blanket. The tattoo artist settled down, so he could draw the young CEO into his arms, and he did so without the slightest hesitation, wrapping his arms covered with red shirt around the boy. He inclined his head slightly and rested his chin on his shoulder. His warm breath hit Jeon's neck, gently caressing the sensitive skin, and he placed his hands on the tattooed ones to pull him even closer.

The sun was now completely hidden behind the clouds that were beginning to pile up restlessly in the sky. The wind picked up as well, blowing strong gusts across their cuddled bodies. It didn't matter, though. It was perfect. Tahyung's body was so pleasantly warm that Jeongguk closed his eyes to strengthen his senses and be able to enjoy even more the closeness he had missed so much in the last few weeks. He could feel the tattoo artist's breath on his neck, and every now and then the man's lips moved gently over it, placing butterfly kisses.

"I still can't believe I'm really holding you in my arms," ​​Kim said suddenly, finally breaking the silence. "Tell me that this is not only a beautiful dream, and that tomorrow it will be like that too..."

Hearing his words, Jeongguk turned gently in his arms, just enough to be able to look freely at his face, then took it in his hands and leaned in to place a tender kiss on his lips.

"I'm here, Tae," he whispered, pushing his lips only an inch.

"And... what are you going to do when you return to Seoul?" The tattoo artist asked, looking at him closely. "It won't be easy..." he added, seeing the uncertainty and worry on the young businessman's face. At his words, the latter nodded several times.

"I know it won't be easy, but I have to do it," he admitted. "First, I have to go to the apartment to take some more of my things. When we broke up, I only grabbed what I needed for the trip. I'm gonna need the rest of my clothes. I need to calmly review what else is there. And I need to find some kind of accommodation. My brother has a guest room at home, but I'd rather not abuse his hospitality. I have spent the last few days with him. Hoseok lives with his fiancée and Jimin practically lives with Yoongi, so they are out too. Maybe I'll rent something..."

"Or... Or maybe..." Kim began suddenly uncertainly. "Maybe you want to stay with me?" He asked finally.

"At your place?" Jeongguk repeated, as if he didn't believe what he was hearing. "You want me to live with you and Jae again?"

"Since you moved out... It's not home anymore, when you are not there," the redhead confessed. "If nothing prevents us from being together... We can be family again... Me, you and Jae."

Jeongguk stared at the tattoo artist's onyx irises, not knowing what to say. He felt as if his body was flooded with a million different feelings and emotions. For a moment he thought he couldn't breathe, and his eyes stung with the pressure of tears. He hadn't expected this. Until a few hours ago, he wasn't even sure he could get Tae to listen to him. And now the tattoo artist was offering him something like this...

Something he didn't even dare to dream about...

Before he knew it, a crystal tear rolled down his cheek. It was only when he felt the salty taste of his own tears on his quivering lips that he realized he was crying.

"G-guk, if you don't want to..." the tattoo artist began quickly, clearly disturbed by his reaction. He shifted nervously in his seat, looking around erratically, as if he wanted to find something to make the young CEO stop crying. "I'm sorry. I did not want to pressure you..."

"N-no!" The brunet protested, grabbing his hand. "This..." He broke off, not knowing how to describe what he was feeling. "You don't even know how much I wish we were together again... That we were family," he finally confessed, smiling through his tears. "I miss this. I miss you. And I miss Jae..."

Taehyung breathed a sigh of relief, and his lips curved into a beautiful smile. Instinctively, he moved closer to Jeongguk, closing the distance between them, and reached out his hand to wipe the tear that rolled down the young CEO's delicate cheek with his thumb.

"I swear I'll make you delicious breakfasts, and then drive Jae to kindergarten. No more late returns. I'll be home every time Jae falls asleep, and I'll read him bedtime stories. And then I will give you a massage so that your neck does not hurt after work and..."

"Gguk..." the tattoo artist called him, gently grabbing his chin to turn his face towards him, and as their eyes met, he whispered softly, "I can't wait to spend each new day with you."

***

"Kiss me," the young CEO asked, wrapping his arms around the tattooed man's neck and leaning in more to touch his soft lips. He pressed his lips strongly against his.

He automatically closed his eyes as the tattoo artist's lips finally met his. And the man just kissed him for a long, long time, not as an introduction to something more intimate, but as if he wanted to do it forever, for the rest of his days. His fingers slipped into the jet black locks and supported his head as their tongues moved against each other in deep, tender kisses. They both tasted the sweetness of wine with a strong bouquet full of aromas of red cherries, coffee, chocolate and black fruit, which they drank together straight from the bottle just a moment ago.

They had been on the beach for so long that it was getting dark already. Now they were almost entirely illuminated by the glow of the lanterns set around them and the streetlamps a few meters away, illuminating the nearby sidewalk. A strong wind blew around their bodies, clad only in thin clothes, but even though the temperature was now something to be desired, they were not cold at all.

They broke away from each other only when the bright light of lightning crossed the blue sky, and a loud thunder crept into their ears, indicating that the storm, which had lurked for a long time in the distance, was slowly approaching them.

"It's going to rain," Kim muttered, his lips still running over Jeongguk's soft lips.

But neither of them even flinched, as if they were unable to pull away from each other. The brunet leaned towards him and once again joined their lips in a gentle kiss.

"It's not going to rain," he contested, as if it would keep nature steadfast. "I checked the weather, and it won't rain today," he muttered, then kissed him again, this time sucking hard on the tattoo artist's bottom lip, adorned with black labret.

A low, melodious laugh escaped from Taehyung's lips, caressing the young CEO's senses with its deep timbre. His warm breath hit his lips, leaving the sweet taste of wine on them.

"Shall I remind you that you already once said that it was definitely not going to rain?" He asked, clearly amused at the memory of their first date and how they ran together in the pouring rain.

He looked up and stared at the almost black sky for a moment. It was covered with dense clouds, and he could not see a single star. Only from time to time, the sky was crossed by bright lightning bolts, heralding an impending downpour.

"We'd better get going before the storm catches us," he suggested.

"It never rains on Jeju," Jeon lied quickly, and as his last word was drowned out by another thunder, he sighed aloud, knowing he wouldn't win anyway. "I don't want this evening to end..." he finally confessed, moving away from him reluctantly.

"Who said the evening would be over if we go back?" Kim asked, smiling.

His lips only curved slightly, but there was something very sensual about his smile. Jeongguk couldn't explain it. Perhaps it was the way the tattoo artist's tongue seemed to caress every pronounced vowel, or perhaps it was his sexy baritone that soothed the senses.

Even though the tattoo artist said nothing more, the young CEO's body seemed to react to him like a magnet, as if it needed his closeness. Jeongguk instinctively moistened his lips as he felt a pleasant throbbing in the weave of his athletic thighs, then rose quickly from the ground.

"Come on," he said firmly, holding out his hand to help the tattoo artist rise from the sand.

Taehyung laughed again, throwing his head back, then found his dark eyes and grasped his hand, letting the brunet pull his body into a standing position.

"Now you suddenly want to come back?" He teased, snorting delicately in amusement.

"You say it's going to rain soon," the brunet explained, hastily making up some good excuse.

"Oh, yeah," the tattoo artist said, still smiling. "But apparently it never rains in Jeju."

"Because it's not raining," he replied firmly.

Taehyung held his hand out in front of him, showing him the first drops that settled on his skin, and sought his gaze again.

"Hmmm, interesting," he said, raising his right eyebrow.

Jeongguk slapped him lightly on the chest, scolding him for teasing, then clasped his hands on his fiery red Gucci shirt and pressed their lips together in a long kiss. They kissed even when the first drops began to soak their elegant clothes. Their hungry lips moved over each other, letting their tongues rub in an erotic dance, thirsty for their taste.

They only broke apart when the rain became so intense that they were no longer able to ignore it. Taehyung's red shirt was almost all wet under Jeongguk's fingers. So he released it gently from his hands and allowed the tattoo artist to increase the distance between them.

"You're not going to be a weatherman," Kim joked, tucking his wet hair back.

Jeongguk had rarely seen him in such a hairstyle. Usually, his red hair fell over his forehead, slightly covering his dark eyes. Now the strands, wet from the rain, were combed back, revealing his forehead. Raindrops were soaking his handsome face, and he couldn't look away. He had never seen anything more beautiful than this man in his life. Looking at him, he felt the familiar tingling sensation in his fingertips that urged him to grab a piece of charcoal and sketch that eerie face on the white canvas. He knew it would definitely be one of the missing arts sent to the Academy. He could feel the rain puffing up and cold drops soaking his black turtleneck, sticking it to his bare stomach and chest, but he couldn't move. This moment was so magical that he wanted to save it in his memories forever. The tattoo artist was staring at him with the same passion, as if he too felt that this was one of those moments to remember.

Only after a long moment did they finally break eye contact. Jeongguk instinctively brushed his own hair back, then bent down and began collecting the blanket, pillows, and lanterns. Taehyung quickly grabbed two of them to help him, and when they were sure they had taken everything, they ran to the beach exit. The rain was increasing with every passing moment, so without thinking, they started to run fast, covering the distance between them and the Jeon's mansion as quickly as possible.

Jeongguk's family home was not far from where the boy had prepared this love nest for them, but it was still enough to let the rain wet them completely. When they finally crossed the garden and ran under the small canopy that sheltered the back patio, they were both soaked. Kim set the lanterns aside, gasping for breath, then turned to face Jeongguk. The young CEO, putting down the gear he had brought, rested his hands on his lap, leaning forward to even out the unstable breathing more quickly. He studied him for a moment to make sure everything was alright, but just as he was about to part his lips, a loud laugh escaped from Jeongguk's mouth. Light. Carefree.

The brunet looked up, and when he met his gaze, he straightened up, still laughing. Taehyung looked at him closely, measuring his body from head to toe, and he was almost speechless at the sight of it. Jeongguk looked incredibly sexy. Even more beautiful than the beginning of their date, when he was greeted by him leaning nonchalantly against the red Mustang.

In the rain, his black turtleneck stuck to his body like a second skin, allowing him to see every tense muscle of his sculpted body. He could clearly see every hill and valley of his stomach. Is it possible that during their separation, his body became even more sculpted? He couldn't take his eyes off him. He wanted to reach out and trace his muscles with the tips of his slender fingers, or better yet, to lick the wetness of his eight pack, drinking drops of cold rain from his milky skin. As he looked a little higher, he saw that Jeongguk's nipples were just as visible under the thin cloth that pressed tightly against his strong chest, and realized that if he looked down, what he saw would make him dizzy. However, he could not deny himself this pleasure.

"Oh, fuck," he swore softly, seeing the young CEO's black, elegant pants sticking to his muscular thighs and plump ass, accentuating his sculpted legs, as he expected.

Hearing these words and seeing his burning gaze, Jeongguk took a few steps towards him and stopped only inches from him. The brunet's hot breath hit the tattoo artist's lips, wet from the rain. Taehyung found his gaze and for a moment stared directly at the chocolate irises.

"It's almost like it was on our first date," Jeon whispered finally, breaking the silence between them. He instinctively moistened his lips, as if waiting for the tattoo artist to kiss him as passionately as he had that night. "Do you want to break your rules for me now?" He asked, as if to provoke him.

"What if I want to break many more rules this time than I did then?" he answered the question with a question.

"I do not know. I guess you have to take a risk..."

The words did not even have time to crash against the tattoo artist's lips as they pressed firmly against Jeongguk's lips in a tender kiss. Kim didn't hesitate for a moment. Shamelessly he moved his tongue over the lower lip of the young CEO, slipping between his lips, inside his mouth, and the brunet did not resist even for a moment. He parted his lips strongly, simultaneously sticking his tongue out to meet the pierced tongue of the red haired man. As Kim sucked on his bottom lip, then tugged at it with his teeth, causing him a sweet pain, a choked moan escaped his lips and a shiver of pleasure crept up his spine, making his body, chilled from the rain, almost burn.

"Invite me over," the tattoo artist said, tearing his lips just enough to speak the words.

Jeongguk moved away from him gently, so he could look at the tattoo artist's face, and looked him straight in the eye. The corner of his lips lifted involuntarily.

"Break all your rules for me, Mr. Kim," the brunet replied, lowering his voice to a sensual whisper.

He didn't have to wait long for a reaction, the tattoo artist covered their distance again, and he pressed him against the patio door that led into the interior of the house with his own body. He kissed him wildly, and his tattooed hands found their way to his plump buttocks. As Taehyung's fingers tightened around the man's curves, a low, erotic grunt escaped from the young CEO's lips, clearly signaling that he needed much more.

"Ah!" He groaned. "W-wait a minute," he gasped, pushing the tattoo artist away from his body.

Taehyung frowned, not understanding why the boy decided to push him away. He was convinced that he wanted it too. He moistened his lips nervously to ask if something was wrong, if he had done something wrong, if they were moving too fast, but stopped himself when he saw the brunet peeking inside the house, as if he was expecting to see someone there. After a moment, however, he looked at him again.

"S-stay here for a while," Jeon ordered. "I have to do something... I'll be right back," he added quickly.

"It's pouring. You want me to wait here?" He asked in surprise, raising his right eyebrow.

"You're already wet anyway," that said, Jeon turned quickly on his heel and slipped inside the house, leaving him not a moment to protest.

The tattoo artist snorted softly, disbelieving what had just happened. Has Jeongguk really abandoned him in the garden, standing in the pouring rain?

It was definitely another special date...

Not wanting to get even more wet, he slipped under the gazebo and leaned against one of the walls of the house. Due to the humidity, the temperature dropped considerably, and he began to feel an unpleasant chill every time the wind blew through his body, now clad in soaked clothes. The red shirt had turned a darker color now, sticking to his body like a second skin, as did the elegant black pants.

Fortunately, Jeongguk didn't make him wait long. After a moment he heard the terrace door open again, and as he turned to look in their direction, he saw the young CEO appear. At first glance, he didn't notice that anything had changed in his appearance. He was still wearing the black turtleneck that hugged his body so perfectly. However, at the sight of him, the brunet's lips curved into a beautiful smile, sending all sins into oblivion.

"Come on," Jeon held his hand out as he said it, and the tattoo artist pushed himself off the wall and grabbed his hand without hesitation.

Jeongguk crossed their fingers together and led him towards the entrance to the house. Terrace doors led into the living room. When they entered, the dark haired man made sure that he closed the sliding door carefully, then walked forward without saying anything. The whole first floor of the house was dark, but Jeon guided him steadily, as if he remembered exactly where everything was. And it probably was like that. Even though he hasn't been here in ten years, practically nothing has changed here since then. So Taehyung relied on him and allowed himself to be led deeper into the house without hesitation.

It was only when they stepped out into the corridor that he noticed that they were no longer surrounded by the total blackness that had so far enveloped the house, and that it was replaced by a pleasant twilight. As he shifted his gaze to the direction from which the strange light reached them, he saw the stairs leading to the second floor of the house. This time, however, it was not the usual stair he had seen this morning. There was a small, scented candle on each step on either side, and the steps were sprinkled with rose petals, much like his morning, when the young CEO set a route for him to the bathroom. Seeing that, he immediately looked at Jeongguk, but the brunet was already looking at him.

"I wanted this evening to be special," he explained, smiling shyly. "Come on," he prompted after a moment, and started for the stairs, climbing slowly up the steps.

As they climbed upstairs, the young CEO made his way without hesitation to the bedroom previously occupied by the tattoo artist. Still holding Tae's hand, he led him down the hall, then confidently pushed open the bedroom door, so they could enter. The room was also shrouded in a pleasant twilight, the same as in the corridor, thanks to the same candles that were placed on the window sills and cabinets, creating an incredibly sensual atmosphere. Taehyung noticed at once that red flakes had been scattered across the wooden panels, the soft rug at the foot of the bed, and the bed itself, and he smiled involuntarily.

"Gguk..." he sighed with obvious delight.

"Do you like it?" Jeon asked softly.

"Nobody has ever done anything so romantic for me," he confessed, facing Jeongguk.

"You deserve much more..." The brunet replied, then stretched out his hands towards him. "C-can I?" He asked, even though he knew the answer well, and as the tattoo artist nodded his consent, he took a step forward and gripped the red fabric of his shirt between his fingers to slowly begin to undo the buttons, revealing his caramel skin.

As Jeongguk was opening button after button extremely slowly, Taehyung was barely breathing. He only stared at the face of the man who was standing in front of him now, undressing him from his soaked shirt.

"When I saw this shirt..." The brunet suddenly began, breaking this intimate silence. "I knew you would look amazing in it. Your skin..." saying that, he opened the already unbuttoned shirt and slid it from his broad shoulders, then ran his finger over the protruding collarbone, and after a moment he bent down gently and put a gentle kiss on his shoulder. "It is so beautiful... I have never seen anyone with more beautiful skin... And with this shade of red it looks even more beautiful... It is so wonderfully caramel... Smooth..."

The brunet brushed his skin with his lips again, leaving a few gentle kisses on his shoulder. It seemed to him that the tattoo artist's body was trembling. He didn't know if it was cold or maybe for a different reason altogether, but he fucking liked it. With his excitement growing, he grasped the hem of his shirt in his hands and pulled on it to slide it out of the tattoo artist's black pants, then slid it all the way down and let it fall around his feet.

"Make love to me," he whispered, shifting his gaze to his onyx irises.

He could have sworn that the tattoo artist's eyes flashed with living fire at these words. Or perhaps they were merely reflecting the waving candle flame, but surely his own body was literally on fire. He wanted so badly to feel his touch again. He wanted to feel the tattoo artist's slender fingers dancing against his skin like a guitarist's fingers on a guitar string. He wanted to feel the warmth of his body again, his taste on his tongue. He wanted to feel him inside him, to hear his low, sensual voice repeating his name like a mantra, preceded by a sweet declaration of love.

The tattoo artist did not need long persuasion. He boldly took a step forward and, just like him a moment ago, grasped the delicate fabric of his black turtleneck with his fingers, without asking, he pulled it out of his elegant trousers in one agile movement of his hand. Jeongguk did not protest. He couldn't wait to feel his slender fingers glide boldly over the taut skin of his stomach muscles. Kim pulled up his turtleneck and the young CEO raised his arms to help him undress. After a while, the branded turtleneck landed on the ground next to Kim's red shirt.

Taehyung ran his hungry gaze shamelessly over Jeon's bare chest, then bit his lower lip. He reached out and, placing it on the brunet's chest, pushed him towards the bed. Jeongguk understood without a word what the tattoo artist expected of him and climbed onto the bed, letting Kim lock him in a cage with his strong, black inked arms. The redhead leaned gently towards him and gripped the young CEO's bottom lip in his teeth, tugging on it until the delicate skin came out of his mouth and an erotic groan escaped from Jeon's lips.

"I love you, Mr. Jeon," Kim suddenly confessed, staring at him intensely. "And I'm going to show you today how much..."

The redhead moved his hands lower, slipping his fingers into the young businessman's belt, then hastily undid the button and then the zipper of his elegant pants. Jeongguk almost involuntarily lifted his hips to make his task easier, and he quickly slid the black material off his plump buttocks, leaving him only in tight boxer shorts. Throwing his pants on the floor beside the bed, he ran his hands over the man's carved thighs. As his fingers glided over his hard muscles, drawing mystical patterns on them, his eyes never broke the eye contact with the young CEO. He wanted to see Jeongguk react to his touch. After their earlier close-ups, he managed to notice that this was one of his erogenous zones. Again, he was pleased to see the boy holding his breath, the muscles in his abdomen flexing more and more as his fingers glided along the inside of his thigh.

He shifted his gaze to his hand and for a moment watched his fingers slide over Jeongguk's body. He liked that his skin was much darker than the brunet's, swarthy against that perfect milky skin of a young CEO. He had an almost irresistible urge to suck it into his mouth and mark it with hickeys. Before, he had avoided such things, even though he wanted to do it more than once. But he knew he shouldn't leave marks on his skin that anyone could see. Which Lisa could see. But now there was no reason why he would have to hold back...

"Do it," Jeongguk said suddenly, snapping him out of that strange trance, and as their eyes crossed, the young CEO wet his lips quickly as if his mouth was suddenly dry. "Y-you don't have to hold back..." he added, fixing his intense gaze on him.

Taehyung saw his abdominal muscles tense even more in this sweet anticipation, and it was enough to make him know exactly what the boy was asking him to do. He moistened his lips, then, continuing to keep eye contact with him, lowered himself slowly. When his mouth and brunet's thigh were only millimeters apart, he stuck his tongue out and moved it along the inside of Jeongguk's thigh, gliding from the knee up towards his crotch, and a silent curse escaped from his mouth. Encouraged by this reaction, he kept his lips only inches from his black boxer shorts and sucked his milky skin into his mouth.

He sucked and licked it until his inner thigh was adorned with a few hickeys. As he moved slightly away from him, he stretched out his hand again and ran his fingertip with fascination over one of the bruises left by his lips.

"I've always wanted to do this," he admitted. "And the neck..." he added quickly, looking at the brunet, who was watching him, leaning on his forearms. "I've always wanted to mark your neck... But I knew I couldn't... So..."

"Now you can do anything," Jeongguk replied. "I'm all yours. Only yours."

Taehyung smiled sexily, then without hesitating, he closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to his, kissing him wildly, greedily. His body leaned against Jeongguk with such force that finally the young CEO surrendered to him and fell on his back, lying on the fragrant sheets, and the tattoo artist pressed his body against his. His hungry hands immediately found their way to Jeon's strong thighs, his fingers gripping them tightly, while his hips involuntarily rocked back and forth, rubbing against the prominent bulge in the businessman's boxer shorts.

His hips moved slowly, like the waves of the ocean, but it was enough to make the brunet almost tremble in his arms, returning every kiss. Jeongguk, however, hated the fact that they were still separated by layers of clothes. Still kissing him, he grasped the waistband of his pants and began to hastily undo them, unbuttoning them nervously. As soon as he loosened them just enough to slide the fabric off the tattoo artist's hips, he pulled them down, pulling off his pants and boxer shorts. Not wanting to break the kiss, however, he only managed to slide it just enough to clench his hands on Kim's bare ass.

The redhead grunted directly on his lips, then broke the kiss and moved away from him abruptly. He got off the bed to remove his pants in a few agile movements, sliding them completely off his legs. He kicked them to the side along with his boxer shorts, standing in front of him so wonderfully naked. Jeongguk involuntarily shifted his gaze to him, absorbing the beauty of his naked body. Every time he looked at him, it would take his breath away. Taehyung was like a work of art. His skin, like a caramel canvas on which the artist decided to draw beautiful pictures with black ink. He could look at him for hours and never had enough.

Now that the room was lit only by the candles he had prepared for him, the man looked even more phenomenal. His skin seemed darker, glistening here and there with moisture. His red hair was still combed back, allowing him a close look at his strong eyebrows and those beautiful, dark like night eyes that were now staring at him intently. His jawline felt more defined, and his lips even more voluptuous. He could not help but admire how the light coming from the candles dances on his body, as if it also wanted to touch him, emphasizing the shapes of his beautiful figure.

When the man, without the slightest embarrassment, grabbed in his long fingers only a slightly swollen member, he shamelessly shifted his gaze down, carefully watching his actions. He looked at him fascinated, feeling his own cock pulsing with every movement of the tattoo artist's hand, as if those beautiful, slender fingers were also stimulating him. Taehyung didn't seem the least bit embarrassed to be watched. On the contrary, he was staring right at him, curving his lips into a lazy, fucking sexy smile.

"I don't have lubricant," he said finally. "I didn't think anything would happen between us..." he explained, and at his words Jeongguk laughed softly, then reached out his hand and quickly reached for something from the nightstand.

"I bought it this morning, hoping you would break your rules for me after all," Jeon replied, showing him a box of lube with a mischievous smile on his lips.

"Oh, were you that sure of yourself?" The tattoo artist teased, still smiling. "What would you do if I didn't believe you and left, or if I didn't forgive you?" He asked, climbing onto the bed.

"I would follow you to the end of the world, Mr. Kim."

"Why?"

Jeongguk smiled, understanding exactly why the tattoo artist was asking this. So he lifted himself up on his forearms again, then approached him so that the man could feel his breath on his lips, as if the words he uttered would settle on his parted lips. He reached out and traced the outline of his perfect mouth with his thumb.

"Because I love you," he confessed, unable to contain the smile that involuntarily settled on his soft lips. It felt wonderful to finally say it out loud.

"I love it when you say that."

"So I'll be saying it till the end of the world and one day more."

"Why?" The tattoo artist asked, laughing, and Jeongguk pulled him close, pressing his lips against his, drinking his melodious laugh straight from his mouth.

This time their kiss was slow, sensual, as if they hadn't lived on stolen time after all, as if they had all the time of the world in their hands, or as if time had finally stopped for them, letting them enjoy the moment. The room was filled only with the glow of flickering candles, amplified by the lightning that still cut across the sky every now and then, and the loud sound of rain that seemed to match the sound of two hearts pounding hard. They had kissed many times before, but there was something new about this kiss. Some strange certainty that the person who reciprocates this caress feels the same hot feeling that almost tear their souls apart.

"I love you, Gguk," Kim whispered as finally his rebellious lungs forced him to break the kiss.

"I-is it normal that when you say that I have butterflies in my stomach?" The brunet asked. "I've never felt like this before. No one else could make me feel like this. Only you."

"I love you, Gguk, and I won't ever let you feel like you are not enough with me," that said, the tattoo artist stroked his cheek with his hand. "I love your eyes," he continued. "The way they shine when you look at me. That delightfully rounded tip of your nose and the way you get snooty when you tease me and the way you wrinkle it when you laugh. I love those lovely soft lips that I adore to kiss so much..."

The tattoo artist leaned in gently and stole a tender kiss from his lips, biting lightly on his bottom lip, then moved his lips along the brunet's jaw, heading for his slender neck, to suck on it after a while, creating a few hickeys on the milky skin. Jeongguk involuntarily tilted his head back, giving him better access. He loved it when Taehyung caressed his neck, and knowing that when he would wake up tomorrow, his skin would bear the marks of his love, it added to his pleasure. Almost involuntarily, he raised his hand and slid his fingers into the man's red wisps, closing his eyes in delight.

Taehyung, however, did not intend to stop there on his journey. His lips moved lower towards his collarbones, leaving a few red spots there as well. As his lips sucked the skin, his nimble hands found their way to the brunet's chest without any problems. His nipples were hard now, maybe from the cold or maybe from the excitement, but it didn't matter. He grabbed one of them between his fingers and, continuing to caress his lips, began to tease his nipple. When an uncontrolled murmur escaped from the mouth of the brunet, proving that his actions give him extraordinary pleasure, he instinctively looked up at him and crossed his gaze with him. Without breaking eye contact, he lowered himself down his chest, which now rippled in his troubled breathing. He pushed him so that the man lay down on the bed, strewn with red petals, and he marked the way through his sternum with gentle kisses, to finally dance with his tongue around the previously untouched left nipple.

"I love your body. How it reacts to my caress, how it gets hot, how it trembles when I touch it, when I kiss it..." he admitted in a low, sensual voice.

But without waiting for any answer, he gritted his teeth lightly around his nipple, tearing an erotic gasp from his lips. He didn't do it too hard, he didn't want it to hurt him, but he knew just the right amount of pain could be unbelievably pleasant. So he sucked his nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his piercing, and then pulling it again with his teeth.

"Aaah!" The brunet groaned, clearly tensing his abdominal muscles.

Taehyung smiled victoriously, then stuck his tongue out and, still staring straight at the man's chocolate irises beneath him, ran it across his stomach, tracing an intricate route from the upper abdominal muscles, between his abs, to the fine, dark hairs just above the fabric of the dark boxer shorts.

"You know what else I love?" He asked, for a few seconds he shifted his hungry gaze a few centimeters lower, to the distinct outline of the man's cock. It was enough to make the body of brunet burn with living fire.

"Show me," he commanded.

Kim obediently lowered himself again, stuck his tongue out, and this time ran it over the length of his cock, still hidden by the thin fabric of his boxers. The brunet almost instinctively lifted his hips gently, finally wanting to feel his lips tighten around his pulsating manhood.

"Tae," he groaned miserably.

He hated the fact that the tattoo artist teased him. He needed his closeness so badly. Since they broke up, he has been devoid of any intimacy. The only time he tried to touch himself in the shower, imagining it was not him but Taehyung touching him. What he felt then, however, was nothing compared to what he felt when the tattoo artist was so close. He felt intoxicated by his closeness, as if Kim were some miracle drug, stimulating all his senses. Beside him, he felt the euphoria fill every, even the tiniest, cell in his body, and he loved it. He loved every second in his arms.

Only with him, he felt that he was really alive.

To his satisfaction, however, the tattoo artist did not intend to tease him for long. Perhaps because he, too, felt this irresistible urge to finally be close to him.

As close as possible...

He slipped his slender fingers behind the elastic of his boxers, and when Jeongguk lifted his hips to help him, he slid them off his ass, then took them off him completely, finally tossing them somewhere behind him. He grabbed the lubricant the brunet had given him and quickly poured some onto his right hand. He warmed the preparation between his fingers for a brief moment. He wasn't looking at Jeongguk, but he knew the man was watching him closely. When he shifted his gaze to him, he was already staring at him, waiting for his next move.

"Remember when you told me you love it when I suck your dick while my long fingers massage your prostate?" He asked, even though he knew the answer well. Jeon merely nodded, now unable to utter a single word. "I love it too," he confessed shamelessly, then moistened his lips.

He didn't wait long. Shamelessly, he parted more brunet's thighs, settling between them. He leaned down and, without any warning, just grabbed his semi-hard cock with his lips, sucking the head inside his mouth. The brunet gasped loudly at this wonderful caress and instinctively tilted his head back, closing his eyes. For a moment, he relished the incredible pleasure of the tattoo artist's sinful mouth and his damn agile tongue dancing around his swollen cock, but to his displeasure, the man suddenly jerked away from him.

"Look at me, honey," he commanded in a voice that could not bear any resistance. "I want to see how good you feel when I do this."

Jeongguk nodded again, his mouth oddly dry at the command. He liked it when Taehyung ruled in the bedroom. He loved it when he dominated him, when he restrained his hands, slapped his ass, pulled his hair or grabbed his throat. It all excited him even more.

Kim sucked his dick into his mouth again, this time pushing it as deep as he could, and a juicy curse escaped his lips. The tattoo artist danced around his swollen head with his pierced tongue, then teased the sensitive frenulum with it, to finally sucked at the base of his cock. As he did so, his right hand slid between those lovely, shapely buttocks of the young CEO, and his fingers began to make delicate circles around his entrance. However, he did not tease him for long. To distract him from any possible pain, he slipped his cock deep into his mouth, taking him balls deep, while slowly slipping his first finger inside him.

"Oh yes!" Jeon called, feeling that deliciously familiar burning sensation. His hands immediately found their way to the red strands, sliding into them as the tattoo artist's other finger slipped into its entrance. "How I missed it!" He choked out with difficulty.

Taehyung smiled involuntarily, pleased with his reaction, but he did not stop his caresses even for a moment. He sucked him hard, dancing with his pierced tongue around the throbbing cock, sliding it down his throat, letting the swollen head hit against it, simultaneously moving his long fingers in his sweet entrance just to give him the greatest pleasure. When he sensed this miraculous coil, he pressed hard against it, deliberately stimulating his prostate.

"Oh yes! There!" The young businessman moaned miserably, pushing his hips up.

His fingers gripped his lover's hair tighter, tugging at the red wisps in a rush of excitement, and a loud grunt escaped from the tattoo artist's lips, sending vibrations along his swollen cock. He knew Jeongguk was close. He felt his thighs begin to tremble, the businessman's hand involuntarily pressing his head down harder to take him even deeper, as his velvety walls clenched eagerly around his fingers. He could hear his rapid, chaotic breathing, and the loud gasps that escaped from those sinful lips every time his fingers rubbed the man's prostate. He knew he could get him off that way, let him come right in his mouth, but he wanted Jeongguk to come while he was in him, so he pulled away, letting the man's already hard cock just slide out of his mouth, taking his fingers from his hot entrance.

He grabbed the lubricant again and hurriedly poured a large amount on his hand, only to spread the preparation over the entire length of his dick, pumping it several times. And as it stood proudly, he helped Jeongguk to a sitting position by pulling him up.

"Should I turn around?" The brunet asked, trying to calm his breathing.

"No," Taehyung replied, shaking his head in disagreement. "I want you on the top. I want to look at you..."

Jeongguk nodded, feeling a strange pressure in his lower abdomen. His heart skipped a beat and the adrenaline in his veins boomed, fueling his body even more. He pressed his lips quickly to the tattoo artist's lips, kissing him greedily. He could feel the delicate taste of his own pre-cum on his lips, but that only seemed to turn him on even more. Without breaking the kiss, he climbed onto Taehyung, encircling his narrow hips with his strong thighs, and grasped his hard cock with his right hand. He aimed the pierced head at his entrance and carefully pressed against it, slowly lowering himself down.

"Oh yes!" He moaned loudly, feeling the tattoo artist's hard dick stretching his walls.

He felt the familiar burning sensation he missed so much every time the redhead's member slipped inside him. The tattoo artist's slender hands wrapped around his hips. Hot lips kissing those of his and the agile tongue dancing inside his mouth. Willing to do more, he raised his hands up and slid them over Kim's neck, slipping his fingers through his hair, brushing his red wisps. His hips began to move faster. He bounced up on his strong thighs, then dropped again after a while, taking him as deep as possible. Taehyung's hands gripped his hips so tightly that Jeongguk was almost sure there would be bruises where his fingers met his hot skin, but he liked it. He liked it when Taehyung caused him a bit of pain, when he bit him, spanked him. He liked the fact that sometimes, after their passionate night together, he had abrasions on his wrists, red buttocks. He loved that he could feel him inside, even the next day.

"I'm getting close..." he panted, feeling his stomach muscles contract, announcing the coming orgasm.

"Me too," the tattoo artist echoed, breathing hard.

His hands tightened even stronger and his hips began to move, meeting Jeongguk's faster and faster movements. The brunet's hot breath crashed against his lips, as did the loud gasps that escaped the young CEO's mouth every time the silver apadravya rubbed against his prostate, stimulating it.

Kim knew it only took a few more hard thrusts for Jeongguk to come, but he also knew that there was something else now that could make the man fall apart in his arms, just as he loved. He pressed his forehead to that of the brunet, putting his lips to those of Jeongguk, as if he wanted the boy to draw his words into his lungs with his hot breath, and he did what he had dreamed of for so long.

"I love you, Gguk," he whispered, and Jeon let out a long groan and, throwing his head back, came straight to his stomach.

He himself came a moment later, filling him with his hot sperm almost to the brim. Jeongguk, however, did not let him catch his breath. He pressed his lips against his, as if he wanted to drink from them the words that still lingered softly on his tongue. Only after a long moment did he break the kiss and, pushing his lips only a millimeter away, whispered his sweet confession. When he finally dared to say it out loud a few hours ago, it seemed to him that for the first time in a long time he could breathe again...

"I love you, Tae," he whispered right into his hot lips. "I love you so much that I can't even put it into words, but I'm afraid I have nothing to offer... I'm just me. And I'm afraid I'm not enough..." he confessed softly, letting his trembling lips rub against those of the tattoo artists with every word he spoke.

"You were always more than enough, Gguk, you just needed someone to see it. And I can see it. I have always seen it."

***

Ayashee:

Has our stubborn tattoo artist broke all his rules after all?

Jeju is like heaven on earth for our Taekook, but eventually they will have to return to Seoul...

Do you think Lisa will fulfill her threat? Or maybe she will give up and walk away with honor?

xoxo