Jeongguk lifted his heavy eyelids reluctantly. It had been a long time since he slept as well as he did that night. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd been able to sleep all night. He must have spent a thousand sleepless nights since parting ways with Tae, flipping from side to side, staring at the white ceiling of his suite, or lounging on the terrace, staring with his dark irises into the only photo he had with Tae. This time, however, he didn't want to wake up at all. He had such a wonderful dream. It seemed to him that he was kissing his lips again, that he was sleeping in his arms...

He struggled to open his eyes and blinked a few times, trying to realize where he was. He pushed himself up on his forearms to raise his body into a sitting position. He rested his back against the headboard and looked around. When he realized that he hadn't woken up in the expensive apartment at all, next to a woman he didn't love, living a life he hated, he couldn't help but smile.

Perhaps it was not just a beautiful dream after all? Perhaps he was real?

He looked around again. To his disappointment, however, there was no one in the bed next to him, although he could have sworn that Taehyung held him in his arms when he fell asleep. Instinctively, he reached out his hand and placed it on the sheet in the place where the body of his beloved man should be. As he felt the warmth that still radiated from the ruffled sheets, he quickly removed his hand as if he had been burned by something.

Was it true?

He shifted the covers to slide his legs out from underneath and saw that there was something red in the white sheets. Curious, he held out his hand. After a while, he twisted the rose petal in his fingers, studying it with his heart pounding hard. He quickly dropped the covers and let his bare feet drop onto the wooden panels, then pushed himself out of the bed. He felt an unpleasant pain in his thigh muscles, reminding him that he had strained them hard yesterday. First, by running in the rain, and then...

Instinctively, he licked his lips, and when he felt that wonderful, familiar taste on them, his heart sped up again...

It wasn't a dream.

It all really happened...

He could feel the taste of his lips on his. The scent of his perfume wafting through the air. The touch of agile hands on his warm skin. A sweet pain in the muscles of his thighs that tightened last night every time he threw his body up, and that familiar burning sensation between his legs that proved that he had really made love to him last night.

Unable to suppress a smile, he curved his lips into a gentle arch, then quickly tucked his boxer shorts, which he found on the floor, over his bare ass, and walked barefoot towards the exit. It was enough for him to cross the threshold of the bedroom and take a few steps towards the stairs for the sound of the low, soothing color he so loved to creep into his ears, and his nostrils were attacked by the wonderful smell of food, reminding him that yesterday he ate almost nothing.

Without hesitating any longer, he walked quickly towards the bathroom, wanting to freshen up a bit before going downstairs. He walked down the corridor in long strides and carefully opened the door. He immediately approached the washstand, turned on the tap and scooped water into his clasped hands, then splashed it over his face. He needed to wake up and refresh a bit. Without wiping his face, he applied the toothpaste to the toothbrush and brushed his teeth quickly. Only after he did so did he take the courage to look at his reflection.

Ever since the events at the gym, he had avoided looking at his reflection, as if he was afraid he would see a stranger in front of him again. This time, however, dark, familiar eyes stared at him. The same ones he had seen when he stayed with Tae ― beautiful, shiny. Happy.

He stared straight into his eyes for a moment, then finally shifted his gaze a little lower, and as he expected, he noticed that his neck was adorned with some fairly visible bruises. He was sure they would become even more visible over the course of the days. Never before had his body adorned with such marks. Fascinated, he stretched out his hand and ran his fingertips gently over one of the hickeys. His skin was very sensitive, he felt a slight pain where the hickey was the darkest.

He moved his gaze even lower, following the path that the tattoo artist's mouth traveled yesterday, leaving traces of his love on his milky skin. There were some hickeys on his chest as well, so as on the lower abdomen just above the line of the boxer shorts. He didn't stop there, though, he shifted his gaze to his thighs and saw that the inside of his right thigh was also adorned with some sizable hickey. At the sight of it, he felt a strange pressure on his lower abdomen. He didn't know why, but the sight fucking excited him. He liked that his body was decorated with the signs of their love.

He ran a finger across his skin, tracing in fascination the shape of the tattoo artist's lips imprinted on his body, and swallowed hard, feeling the familiar throbbing in the weave of his thighs. He took his hand away and exhaled loudly, then splashed his face with cold water again, as if it were to help cool down his emotions. He ran his still wet hand over his jet black curls and brushed his hair back, running his long fingers over it. He gave his reflection one last quick glance and left the bathroom.

This time he immediately headed for the stairs. As he descended, he realized that the tattoo artist also had to clean up the candles and rose petals he had been setting up in a hurry yesterday while Taehyung waited in the rain. Inadvertently, he smiled as he remembered the tattoo artist's expression when he told him to stay on the porch.

He made his way towards the spacious kitchen, his feet carefully resting on the wooden panels. He didn't want the tattoo artist to hear him. When he finally crossed the threshold, he saw the silhouette of a tall man so well known to him. He expected to see him only in black boxer shorts, the way he had often seen him when they lived together, or even better, only in a fancy apron around his bare hips. This time, however, his broad shoulders were draped with the fiery red shirt he'd been wearing during the date with him yesterday.

Intrigued, he leaned against the door frame and watched him closely for a moment, his dark eyes running from the red hair that fell softly in a delicate disorder, to the strong back, the muscles of which clearly tensed under the thin fabric of his shirt every time the man stirred something vigorously on the pan, to finally hang his gaze on the tattoo artist's long, slender legs, which he could now admire in full splendor. The red shirt ended in the middle of his thighs, so he wasn't sure the tattoo artist was wearing boxer shorts, and the longer he stared at him, the more and more obscene his thoughts become.

Curving his lips in a sensual smile, he pushed himself away from the door frame and slowly walked the distance between them, nearly tiptoeing, so the tattoo artist wouldn't hear him. Standing behind Taehyung, he wrapped his arms around his waist and tucked his head into the hollow between the tattoo artist's neck and shoulder, placing a gentle kiss on his slender neck. The man's body tensed for a few seconds, as if he hadn't expected someone to stand behind him. After a while, however, it relaxed in his arms, conforming to his body, and a soft purr escaped from his lips.

"Mmmm! Good morning," Kim greeted. His voice was lower than usual, still marked with that sensual morning hoarse he loved so much.

"I woke up without you and for a moment I was afraid that everything that happened yesterday was only a beautiful dream..."" he whispered, running his nose up the man's neck, absorbing the sensual scent of his skin.

Taehyung turned in his arms and looked him straight in the eye. His fiery red hair fell slightly disheveled over his forehead, slightly obscuring the onyx irises.

"You slept so well, I didn't want to wake you up. Thought I would make you breakfast this time." That said, the tattoo artist curved his lips into a beautiful smile.

"Mmmm," Jeon muttered. "Breakfast in bed?"

"It would be to bed if you hadn't sneaked in here, Naughty Boy," the tattoo artist joked.

"It can still be fixed. If you want, I can go back upstairs and pretend I'm asleep," the CEO suggested, amused.

Taehyung leaned over and pressed their lips together, kissing him hard. Jeongguk stuck his tongue out without thinking, greedily tasting the man in front of him. His hands gripped the sides of his red shirt tightly, and his hips pressed against those of the tattoo artist, simultaneously pushing his body against the kitchen cabinets as if even the millimeters between them were too much.

Kim did not break the kiss, however. He almost blindly put down the wooden spatula he had been mixing the food in the pan with, then felt the burner with his hand to put out the fire. Before Jeongguk knew it, his strong thighs were wrapped around the tattoo artist's narrow hips, and Kim tightened his slender fingers on his ass, kissing him hungrily. Taehyung sat him down on the kitchen island, and only after a few more kisses did he finally move away from him gently, gasping for breath.

"Mmm, good morning, Mr. Kim," Jeongguk whispered, stroking his cheek with a hand. He could feel fine stubble under his fingertips.

"Now go to the bedroom, take off your boxer shorts and get into bed," the tattoo artist said in a low, firm voice. "I'll be with breakfast in two minutes."

Jeongguk laughed out loud and measured him from head to toe. The fiery red shirt looked incredibly beautiful against his caramel chest, which now rose and fell in a quick breath, emerging from between the delicate fabric of the shirt. As he had guessed earlier, the tattoo artist was wearing black boxer shorts, and he looked at them until he wished he could see the thin fabric hugging the curves of his ass. The tattoo artist's hair was delicately disheveled, and his lips were adorned with the mischievous smile he had so damn missed in the past weeks.

"Have I ever told you before that I love it when you get so bossy?" Jeon asked, not expecting an answer.

"Good, because I love being in charge," that said, the tattoo artist stole a quick kiss from his lips again. "I literally need a minute to put everything on the plates and pour coffee into our cups. When I get upstairs, you should be asleep already," he added, his voice deadly serious.

"Oh, really?" The brunet asked, laughing at this order, then jumped off the kitchen island's counter, measuring him carefully with his eyes. "If you're so serious, I better not mess with you, huh?" He teased, raising his right eyebrow questioningly.

"Better not," agreed Kim. "It could end badly."

"What will you do if I don't listen? Will you spank me?" He continued, whispering the words almost directly into the ear of the tattoo artist, deliberately rubbing his lips against the man's earlobe. He knew well that the ears were one of those zones that drove him insane.

Before Taehyung could reply, however, he started toward the exit. He walked slowly but surely, swinging his hips sexily. He didn't turn back, even though he wanted to look at him again. He didn't want to spoil the moment, though, because he knew Kim's dark eyes were just examining the shape of his firm ass.

"Tsss, that boy," Kim said, shaking his head in amusement as Jeon's athletic form faded from his sight.

He reached quickly for two plates and hastily placed a portion of the prepared food on them. He placed them carefully on the tray, and after a while he filled two mugs with coffee and do the same with them. He grabbed the chopsticks, then took the tray in his hands and walked slowly towards his bedroom. He climbed the stairs slowly and carefully. He wanted to be in the bedroom as soon as possible, but was afraid he would spill the coffee walking too quickly. So he walked as fast as common sense allowed him.

Reaching the door, he noticed that it was slightly ajar, so he pushed it with his foot, opening it just enough for him to be able to enter freely. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, his gaze wandered involuntarily to the bed, as if to make sure he was really here, but he quickly regretted the decision, because what he saw almost knocked him off his feet.

Jeongguk apparently decided to be a good boy and obey his instructions. He was lying on the bed now, head on the soft pillow and eyes closed, as if he were still asleep. The young CEO, however, did not fail to comply with all his requests, because even from this distance he could see that the boy was completely naked. His athletic body was turned so that in addition to his beautiful profile, delicate lips and sharp jawline, he could also see the outlined line of the biceps of his right hand, as well as the curvature of his naked buttock and a strong right thigh, which the boy had thrown over the quilt, which he cuddled up so much that Kim mentally cursed himself for not choosing to stay in bed a little longer.

"Fuck," he swore softly, trying to keep his emotions in check enough to at least deliver the food in one piece.

Traveling a few meters turned out to be quite a challenge, however, as his eyes kept on moving towards the naked man. He was convinced that Jeongguk was well aware of his presence and, moreover, of his uneven struggle, but still he did not raise his eyelids for a moment. But he could have sworn he saw a soft smile play on his luscious lips.

When Taehyung finally reached the bedside table after a mercilessly long and arduous journey and put the tray of food on it, he shifted his gaze back to Jeongguk, who was now lying with his back to him. For a moment, he surveyed his beautiful, athletic body with impunity. He couldn't help but marvel at how perfect he was. The man looked like a young god who let himself be swept into the sweet embrace of Morpheus. He couldn't take his eyes off him. So he allowed himself to run his eyes slowly over his jet-black hair, glistening in the sun's rays, that was breaking into the room through a large wooden window, along his neck, which was now adorned with several hickeys, to finally move his gaze to that strong, wide back covered with black ink and that beautiful angel that came out of his hand. He still remembered how he felt when he first started tattooing him. It was not an ordinary project. He poured all his soul into it. Now Jeongguk will have part of him under his skin for the rest of his life.

Unable to help himself, he reached out and ran his fingertips over his bare skin, trailing them along the line of his spine till this place where his naked body arched into that sexy arch, turning into this firm ass. He swallowed hard. It felt as if someone had finally allowed him to touch the most beautiful sculpture he could ever dream of. Only he was not like a cold, insensitive marble statue that could be admired in the art gallery. His skin was smooth and warm under his fingers, and Jeongguk was so damn alive. He leaned down and without thinking he ran his tongue down his body, tracing on his lover's skin exactly the same route that his fingers followed a moment ago, and Jeongguk visibly shuddered at his touch, revealing that he was awake.

It only took a few seconds for the young CEO to turn towards him and pull him towards him, joining their lips in a greedy kiss, without hesitating sliding his tongue inside his mouth, tasting it the way it tastes refined wine. His tug, however, was strong enough that the tattoo artist lost his balance and fell on him, pressing his naked body against the white sheets, still smelled with the scent of their hot bodies.

Without breaking the kiss, Taehyung struggled out of his shirt and boxer shorts, then slipped completely naked under the thin covers. Jeongguk's body seemed to be on fire beneath him, and he wanted to burn from that fire, fusing their bodies into one sensual flame. He grabbed the brunet's bottom lip with his teeth and pulled it hard, to deepen the kiss again after a while, parting Jeon's lips with his tongue. The young CEO's hands instinctively found their way to his bare ass, pressing his hips tighter against his, and an uncontrolled loud gasp escaped from his lips.

"Good morning, Mr. Kim," he gasped as they finally broke the kiss.

"Damn good, Mr. Jeon," the tattoo artist replied, staring directly into his dark eyes.

"Did you make breakfast for me?" He asked as if he had just woken up.

"Straight to bed," Kim confirmed, suppressing a smile.

Jeongguk grabbed the quilt Taehyung had covered them a moment ago and lifted it gently enough to let his eyes slide over his naked body.

"Hmmm, this is probably some special breakfast, if we will eat it naked..." he said in a low, sensual voice, drawing the syllables as if he wanted to seduce or hypnotize him.

"It will be a very special one," the tattoo artist muttered, leaning in so that his lips touched the neck of the man lying underneath him, then bit it lightly before sucking his skin into his mouth. At the same time, his hips made a slow circle, rubbing against the naked body of the young CEO. More gasps escaped from the mouth of the brunet, and his hands involuntarily tightened stronger on the tattoo artist's ass, while his strong thighs involuntarily parted so that the man could even more accurately fit into the shape of his body.

"Oh! The food is going to get cold," he choked out, trying to focus enough to keep his mind at least a little bit focused, despite the stimuli that were invading his senses.

He could feel the tattoo artist's lips sucking his neck at the exact spot that made him shiver, the weight of Taehyung's body pressing him against the soft mattress, the touch of his bare skin, the heat that radiated from him, and the man was moving his hips sensually rubbing his cock harder against his hardening length.

"I'm raising a four-year-old son alone, I don't know what warm food tastes like," Kim joked, and when Jeon laughed at his words, he pressed their lips together quickly, drinking the laugh straight from his mouth.

Jeongguk spread his thighs even more to feel him more closely and wrapped his legs around the tattoo artist's hips, and Taehyung instinctively grabbed his left thigh, clenching his tightly tattooed fingers against his milky skin. He stepped back gently, only to deliberately brush against the young CEO's cock again. He could feel his dick is hard already, dripping with pre-cum, and he loved it so damn much.

"Screw the food. Cold is good too," Jeon said, and Taehyung laughed out loud, filling the bedroom with his melodious laugh.

His laugh, however, had yet to subside as he was drowned out by the sound of Jeongguk's phone. Taehyung instinctively glanced at the nightstand where the boy's cell phone was, and when he saw who was calling, he shifted his gaze directly to the dark eyes of the man below him. He rose on his forearms and quickly pushed off of him, feeling a strange nervousness.

"It's... It's your father," he said uncertainly.

He remembered Jeongguk's body taut as he saw his father calling him as they drove from the airport, on their way to the Jeon house. He couldn't explain it, but he felt it would be the same again this time. And he was not wrong. The brunet immediately became serious, and there was no trace of the smile on his lips. He could have sworn his skin turned pale in an instant. He wet his lips quickly and reached out to grab his cell. Taehyung saw without any problems that the boy's hand was trembling slightly, and he felt his own insides begin to contract painfully, as if the boy's stress had spread to him as well.

However, the young CEO did not answer the phone as he expected. He just stared at the display as if it was about to explode in his hand. He didn't even exchange a word with his father, and yet his breathing became noticeably shallower. He waited for the cell phone to stop ringing, then stared at the screen for a long time, unable to move.

"Gguk," Tae said gently.

Jeongguk was silent for a moment longer, trying to calm the anxiety rising in his veins. After parting ways with Tae, his attacks intensified so much that they became his everyday life. He had almost none since coming here. He felt safe with him. Happy. Especially now that he knew they were together again. As he felt the pain in his chest worsen, he looked up to find the gaze of Tae's dark irises.

"Gguk, did anything happen in Seoul before we left?" The redhead asked cautiously, and Jeongguk nodded, still unable to say a word. "You want to tell me about it?"

"N-not everything went as planned..." he finally confessed. "When I called you and heard your voice... I knew I couldn't live like this anymore. If you can even call it life... Without you... Nothing made sense..." he began to tell, shifting his gaze to his hands. "I decided to break up with Lisa, cancel the wedding, and then I wanted to go to you and beg you to forgive me. I was such an idiot to let you go... On Friday, I called Lisa and told her I wanted to talk to her. On my way back to our apartment, I repeated what I wanted to tell her a million times. I didn't want to hurt her more than was necessary. More than I've already done..." Jeongguk paused for a moment, then snorted gently at the memory of that evening. "I even bought her flowers," he confessed. "What idiot buys flowers to break off the engagement?" He asked, not expecting an answer.

Taehyung said nothing, not wanting to stress him or put additional pressure on him, but something in his chastening tone made him feel a strange pressure in his chest. He couldn't stand the way Jeongguk talks about himself.

"But when I got to the suite, it turned out that Lisa is not alone. I don't know if she did it because she had a feeling something is going on, or maybe she just decided to do something she wanted again, regardless of the fact that I said I wanted to talk to her. I didn't want to break up with her in front of her friends. I didn't know how she would react, but thought she deserved an honest conversation. Just me and her. No witnesses. Then Lisa asked me to open the wine and while I was throwing the garbage in the trash... I found a letter from the Academy in it. It was open. Lisa read it and tossed it in the trash, hoping I won't find it and never know you sent my work."

Jeongguk paused again, then looked up to find the onyx eyes of the tattoo artist. His own glistened with the pressure of tears. He smiled sadly.

"That's the difference between you two. I broke your heart, and you still wanted to fulfill my dream, and you sent my works because you knew how much it meant to me, and she... She was ready to throw my dream into the trash..."

"Gguk, did you ask her why she did it?" Tae asked, instinctively covering his hand with his, and Jeon started to play with his slender fingers.

Taehyung nodded in disbelief. He didn't understand how Lisa could do something like that. If she really loved Jeongguk, she should want him to be happy.

"When I found this letter... I had to see you. I can't even explain it. I just had to. Thought maybe this was my last chance. I felt it was now or never. That if I don't do anything now, I might lose you forever. I ran out of the apartment, almost as burned. On my way to the studio, I called the pilot and arranged the details of the departure to Jeju with him. I figured if you would let me take you here, I could explain everything to you. Just you and me. Without Lisa, my father, and all that kept me from following what my heart was telling me to do. I was so afraid you would push me away. On the way, I almost prayed that you would at least agree to talk to me... When I returned to the apartment after our conversation, Lisa's friends were still there, so until they left, Lisa pretended that everything was okay, that she did not notice that my body was there, but my thoughts elsewhere, and I couldn't stop thinking about you. I missed you so much, I felt almost physical pain. And being so close after so long and not being able to tell you how much I love you... I kept thinking back to our conversation. I was unable to focus on what was happening around me. When Rose and her boyfriend finally left, I was relieved, but nothing could be further from the truth. All they had to do was step out of our suite, and Lisa attacked at me."

Jeongguk raised his left hand and ran it through his jet black hair, his right hand still holding Tae's hand. He moistened his lips and shifted nervously, feeling strange, uneasily, at the mere mention of those events.

"Lisa drank a lot that evening. Usually she doesn't drink that much, but then she drank a lot. I do not know why. Perhaps she had a feeling that I wanted to break up with her... She started yelling at me and pushing me as if to provoke me. She demanded that I tell her what was more important than an evening with my fiancée and her friends. She was angry that I left. I didn't want to argue with her. I wanted this evening to end. I preferred to talk to her calmly the next day, but she kept pushing, and finally I couldn't stand it. I showed her a letter from the Academy. I asked how she could hide it from me. I didn't want to believe that Lisa would want to hurt me on purpose. I was hoping that she might explain it to me somehow, but she just laughed in my face, sneering that I am not five years old to dabble in paint... Because my drawings mean so much to her. For her, these are some stupid nonsense, and I'm just an idiot who thinks that someone might like what I create... And I realized that I couldn't do it anymore, that instead of feeling happy with her... I'm suffocating... So I said to her that I can't do that anymore... that we have to part, break off the engagement. I told her that I had not been happy with her for a long time, and she..."

Jeon paused, as if what he was about to confess was too hard to say in one breath. He moistened his lips, which now felt dry and chapped with nerves, then looked Tae straight in the eye for support.

"She asked me if I really thought she would give me happiness..." he confessed after a moment of silence. "I was shocked. I didn't think she knew about my affair. I didn't deny it because there was no point in denying anything, but she still wouldn't give up. She said such terrible things... About you."

"If she knew I had a cock, maybe she would have been more understanding," Kim joked, just to loosen the mood a bit. And when Jeongguk snorted at his words, he stretched out his hand and caressed his cheek. "It doesn't matter what she said about me, Gguk. She could slag me off like a little bitch. It doesn't matter. Only you count..." saying that, Taehyung moved gently after the scratch under his left eye, and the dark-haired man involuntarily pressed his cheek into his warm hand. "Is that her too?" He asked suddenly, staring into the dark eyes of his beloved.

"She slapped me," the boy admitted. "Not the first time," he added, curving his lips into an embarrassed smile.

"I would never be able to hit a woman, but the thought of her hitting you makes me feel like I'm about to explode," the tattoo artist confessed.

Jeongguk covered his hand with his, then kissed the palm of his hand and crossed their fingers together.

"That is why I love you. I know you would do anything to protect me. And I would also do the same for you. Lisa got furious when I told her it was over and that I was moving out. She called me names. She threatened me. She threatened me with my father. She said she would destroy me... That she would destroy you..." he said after a moment, breaking the silence again.

"Gguk, she can't hurt me. She doesn't know me. She doesn't know anything about me," Kim reassured. "Is that why you avoid talking to your father?" He asked. "Is it because of Lisa?"

"I don't know what she's done already, but I'm sure she spoke to my father. That's why..." Jeongguk paused, exhaling from between his trembling lips. "I'm afraid she presented me in the worst light. I know I cheated on her. What I did was wrong. I don't deny it... But... I'm afraid I won't have the opportunity to tell this story from my own perspective. I'm afraid everyone will judge me before I have time to open my mouth..."

"It's your father, Gguk. Maybe he can't show it to you, but I'm sure he loves you... Maybe he won't be on our side right away, but you'll see that somehow everything will work out," Taehyung said in a gentle voice. "If you want, I will go there with you to support you, and if you prefer to do it yourself, I will wait in our house to help you heal your wounds as you cuddle up to my arms in the evening."

"Will you do it for me?" Jeon asked, looking at him with glittering eyes.

"Always," Taehyung replied without a trace of hesitation, then lifted his hand to his lips and placed a kiss on one of the scars that cut through his milky skin.

***

"Oooh, God... I feel like I just went to heaven," Jeongguk muttered, closing his eyes with delight.

He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so great. Not counting all the precious moments he had with Tae, of course. But now he was unable to suppress the soft grunts that escaped from between his lips each time the tattoo artist's nimble hands pressed against his muscles, massaging them almost like a professional masseur's hands.

Due to the fact that in the morning he was forced to relive the events of that terrible evening during which his three-year relationship had ended, all his negative emotions returned to him. He felt disappointed and resentful that he had lived a lie for so long, sharing his life with someone, who had apparently never really loved him. He was concerned that Lisa might want to hurt Tae, and he was nervous about what awaited them when they returned to the capital. His muscles were tense to the limit and his hands trembled as if he were in a detox.

Taehyung, as usual, turned out to be the cure for all evil. He fed him a breakfast prepared in advance, and even though it was already cold, everything was insanely delicious. Then the tattoo artist prepared a hot, aromatic bath so that Jeongguk could finally relax and forget about the whole world. And what was best about it was that he himself had dipped his sexy, naked body in the bathtub, drawing him into his arms, and now his nimble, slender hands were massaging the muscles of his neck with such skill as if he had already done it a million times and as if he knew his body as well as no one else.

The tattoo artist laughed softly at his words, his low, melodic laugh caressing his sensitive senses. The lovely melody was still echoing in his ears when he felt those soft lips of Tae brush his neck, giving him butterfly kisses. Another sigh of approval for the man's actions escaped from his lips.

He loved how Taehyung touched him.

It was as if he was reading his mind, as if he knew exactly when to gently brush his lips and when to slip between them with his nimble tongue, as if he knew when to mark the curvature of his body with his fingertips and when to stick them firmly into his skin, while pressing his hot body against his. Jeongguk didn't have to say anything so that Taehyung would know when he needed him to make love to him, looking him straight in the eye and repeating how beautiful he was, and when it was time to bind his hands, spank him and fuck him as hard as if there was no tomorrow.

"How could I have lived so long without you?" He asked, raising his eyelids slowly, then turned his head just enough to catch the tattoo artist's lips with his.

His lips seemed to fit into his, as if made especially for him. The kiss was gentle but extremely tender. He tasted like the freedom he always wanted to drink from his lips. Kissing him, the tattoo artist stole his breath once again and replaced it with his own.

"You taste like heaven," Kim whispered against his lips, and then his pierced tongue moved over the brunet's lower lip as if he wanted to re-learn the hot, silky texture of his lips. "Are you feeling a little better?" He asked, brushing back the damp strands of his dark hair with his fingers.

He regretted Jeongguk had decided to cut them short again. He was convinced the boy would look insane with much longer hair, but he always looked beautiful to him. He tucked an unruly strand behind his ear and studied him for a moment, as if to read from his face if his thoughts still returned to the capital and the events of a few days ago.

"I always feel much better with you," the brunet confessed truthfully.

"Come on then. The water has cooled down, we will be cold soon." That said, he helped him up, then left the tub and quickly reached for one of the large towels they had prepared beforehand.

He wrapped Jeongguk's body in a soft towel and took the other one for himself. The young CEO shivered involuntarily as unpleasant shivers passed over his body, and covered himself better with a warm towel while watching Taehyung wipe his hair. The red wisps were tousled in all directions, and he looked like a fucking work of art.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" the tattoo artist asked, curving his lips in a ferocious smile as if he knew how damn beautiful he was.

He was standing completely naked in front of him, with only a white towel in his hands which he was using to dry his hair, but there was no hint of embarrassment in him, and he loved it. He loved how those perfectly cut lips curved into a mischievous smile each time Taehyung teased him or tested his self-control. He liked the way the man's onyx irises stared at him boldly, as if he were already mentally doing all the most indecent things with him that he himself wouldn't even dare to think about.

Pushed by some strange impulse, he took a few steps towards him, stopping only millimeters from him. Taehyung stopped drying his hair and slowly put the towel back on the cupboard, without even bothering to drape it over his bare hips. He didn't take his eyes off him for a moment. They stared at each other as if nothing else mattered. Jeongguk reached out and grabbed the tattoo artist's chin, turning his face more towards him, then leaned in gently and ran his nose up his cheek, inhaling the scent of his skin along with the fruity hint of shower gel.

"I love that you don't hide anything from me," he whispered, his lips trailing along the line of his jaw. He didn't kiss him, just let his soft lips brush the man's caramel skin. "You are the only truth in my life... And you make me want to be so free, too..."

As his lips reached the tattoo artist's, he ran a lightly over them, placing a butterfly kiss on them, then moved away gently to find the gaze of his onyx irises.

"Lisa made me feel as if I was suffocating, as if I was never good enough... you make me finally breathe..."

"It's good that one of us can, because when you say such things and stand so close, it takes my breath away..." the tattoo artist confessed.

"I know a good way to help with that," Jeon replied, curving his lips into a beautiful smile. He leaned in and pressed their lips together in a tender kiss, giving him his own breath. "I'm taking you on a date today," he said after a moment, pulling away gently.

"On a date?" The tattooist repeated, clearly surprised. "I thought you would want to draw..."

"This also. As soon as we come back. And now I want you to put on something sexy, and I'm taking you to a delicious dinner," he explained.

Taehyung grabbed the towel he had previously put on the cupboard and wrapped it around his narrow hips. Jeongguk involuntarily followed the movement of his tattooed hands for a moment, lingering for a long moment at the small scar in the lower abdomen of the tattoo artist. Only after he had finished tying the towel did he look back at his face, finding his dark eyes.

"Will you cook dinner for me today?" Kim asked, raising his right eyebrow.

"No," the brunet denied quickly. "I'm taking you to a restaurant."

The redhead blinked several times as if he did not believe his words. He moistened his lips nervously, but Jeongguk's attentive gaze caught the fact that the corners of his lips were involuntarily rising.

"To a restaurant?" He repeated. "Should we do it? I mean... Someone might recognize you... I thought you'd rather... That you'd rather nobody knew you were here..."

"Nobody will see us," the brunet replied with a confident voice. "And even if... Too bad. I want to take you on a date. Jimin recommended this restaurant to me. Apparently, the food is incredibly delicious."

"If it's such a good place... How are you going to do it so that no one sees us?"

Jeongguk smiled at his words, then leaned in and stole a quick kiss from his lips.

"There's always a way," he replied mysteriously, then started to leave, to disappear through the door.

***

Taehyung reached out and grabbed a black, studded leather belt, then slung it over his narrow hips, fastening it quickly. After a while he did the same with the next one, a bit thinner this time. He liked to give his appearance a bit of a twist, and today he wanted to look really sexy. After he finished fastening the other belt, he tied a bandana around his fiery red hair and looked at his reflection once more.

"Oh, shit!" A voice cursed suddenly behind him. "I told you to dress sexy, but I think you overdid it, Mr. Kim..." Jeon added, coming towards him in long, springy strides. Taehyung looked up and found his mirrored gaze without turning to face him. "Are you going to pick up half the men in Jeju today?" He asked, his lips curving into a beautiful smile.

"Half?" The tattoo artist repeated after him. "I was hoping to pick up at least three-quarters in this outfit," Kim joked, smirking before turning on his heel and looking Jeongguk straight in the eye.

"Have you already forgotten that you are not single since yesterday?"

"Really? I remember you confessed your love to me, you made me get wet in the rain because you are a poor weatherman, and then we made love in my bed... I don't remember you asking me to be your boyfriend," the tattoo artist teased.

"Oh, what a negligence on my side," the brunet groaned theatrically, then took a step forward and cupped the tattoo artist's chin with his fingers, turning his face closer to him. "Mr. Kim..." he muttered, lowering his voice a few tones. "Will you please me and become my boyfriend?" He asked, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Oh! I don't know... Can I think about it?" He answered the question with a question, then bit his lower lip sexily and measured him shamelessly from head to toe. "I don't think you leave me a choice, because with this appearance, you will definitely pick up the whole island today..." he joked, and Jeongguk quickly pressed their lips together, drinking the laugh right out of his mouth.

The kiss, however, did not last long, after a while he broke away from him and, holding his hand, forced the brunet to turn around his axis, while watching him carefully from all sides. Jeongguk once again looked like a million dollars. The young CEO wore a black shirt that fit him like a glove, accentuating his broad shoulders. Its sleeves were rolled up almost to the elbows, exposing his strong forearms. The top buttons, open almost to the sternum, showed a slender neck and a milky chest. The shirt was open so far that he could see quite clearly a few hickeys he himself did yesterday and was unable to look away for a moment. Only when the boy turned his back to him did he look lower. The man's legs were adorned with tight, quite elegant Louis Vuitton's Damier cigarette pants, which hugged his firm ass so wonderfully and emphasized his long, athletic legs.

Jeongguk looked elegant, but there was something new about him nonetheless. He no longer looked like a tense, well-organized businessman, perfect in every way. Now he looked like a young CEO who knows well how fucking sexy he is and is about to take advantage of it without scruples.

"Oh, fuck! You look insane!" He assessed, hanging his gaze a little longer on his ass, then let him turn to face him.

"I tried," Jeon replied, smiling a little before reaching out and running his fingers through the tattoo artist's red hair. "I love it when you wear bandanas. You look super sexy in them."

"How sexy?" Kim asked, making an innocent face. Reaching out his hand, he ran his index finger over one of the hickeys that adorned the young CEO's neck, then found his dark eyes. "So sexy, you want to undress me?"

"I'll answer that question for you when we get home, huh?" The brunet replied with a question to the question. "If I do it now... We won't be going anywhere."

Taehyung laughed, throwing his head back.

"I'm glad we're in the same boat, Mr. Jeon, because you surely aren't making my task easy..." That said, the tattoo artist quickly grabbed his cell phone, then slipped it into the pocket of his black jeans and turned back to Jeongguk. He put a hand on his back, just above the curve of his buttocks. "Are you ready?" He asked, smiling slightly.

Jeon nodded, grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together, and led him toward the exit. Taehyung allowed him to lead without undue protests. It didn't bother him that it was Jeongguk who took the initiative. On the contrary. He complied with it willingly. He kept a step back all the time to be able to move his gaze over his otherworldly figure from time to time, hanging from his broad shoulders, to a narrow waist, or to what made his pulse speed up involuntarily ― the firm ass. Even though he couldn't see the face of the young CEO, he was sure that with each step, the boy's lips formed a gentle curve in an effortless, sensual smile. Jeongguk, however, had no intention of scolding him. He walked forward with his head held high, his hips swaying as if he was trying to hypnotize him with his sexy movements, and Taehyung was more than happy to let him seduce him.

As they stepped outside, they were greeted by sun rays and a gentle breeze. After yesterday's downpour, only small puddles that decorated the sidewalks were left. The sky was almost cloudless. The Jeongguk ran around the Mustang, still feeling the tattoo artist's attentive gaze on him. Before he got into the car, however, he looked up and looked directly at the man standing on the other side of the car.

"And? Do my pants fit well on my buttocks?" He asked in a serious voice, his lips curving into a mischievous smile.

"Perfectly," Kim replied without hesitating.

Jeon laughed out loud, then opened the car door and jumped inside, taking the driver's seat. Taehyung did the same, taking a seat next to him. He sat back and looked at the young CEO, staring at his profile. The smile did not leave his lips. He loved him so much. The brunet was no longer like the Jeongguk he had seen outside his tattoo studio. The shadows he had seen under his eyes had disappeared somewhere. The lips, previously pressed into a narrow line, were now almost involuntarily curving into a smile. He could have sworn that every time their eyes crossed, the stars he so longed to see every day would appear in the eyes of the young CEO.

As always, he didn't say where they were going, so Taehyung didn't quite know what to expect, but he knew the questioning was pointless. Jeongguk glanced at the map he had displayed on his phone a few times, but still didn't say a word where they were going. They did not drive long, however. After less than half an hour, they drove to the parking lot in front of a rather elegant-looking building, and Jeon turned off the engine and quickly got out of the car. After circling it, he opened the passenger door and offered Tae his hand. Taehyung smiled at him and took his hand as he got out of the car.

"Won't you tell me where we're going?" He asked.

"Of course not," so saying, Jeongguk led him forward, toward the entrance to the building.

There was an ornate sign above the entrance, so it wasn't hard to guess that this was the restaurant Jeon had mentioned. Taehyung looked around curiously. The parking lot they stopped at was empty. There were no people around, which could mean that it is not a very good or too popular place. It was something that definitely contradicted what Jeongguk had told him earlier. The brunet only told him that this was the place Jimin had recommended him, and from what he knew, Park was unlikely to go to inferior restaurants. On the one hand, maybe it would be better if they went to some lowbrow venue. It would reduce the risk that someone might recognize Jeongguk, but the young CEO dressed quite elegantly, which made his mind even more confused.

Trying not to analyze the situation too much, he again allowed himself to be led inside the building. Jeongguk knocked on the door and waited for someone to open it, which only raised a million new questions to Kim's pierced tongue. He decided, however, to swallow all the unanswered questions and only rely on the young CEO, who looked relaxed, as if he knew exactly what he was doing and what to expect. When the door finally opened, a young girl wearing a white shirt and a black pencil skirt appeared on the threshold. Around her tiny hips was a short apron with the same logo he had seen on the sign above the door.

"Welcome, Mr. Jeon," she said immediately, bowing to him, and Jeongguk nodded back. "This way, please. Everything is ready," she said, pointing to the boy to go inside.

Jeongguk nodded his thanks again, then stepped inside, letting Taehyung slide in behind him. When the Korean noticed who was with him, she measured the tattoo artist carefully from head to toe. She said nothing, but was clearly surprised to find someone like that with elegant Jeon. When she met Kim's gaze by chance, she looked away quickly, clearly embarrassed. She quickened her pace to catch up with Jeongguk, who was heading in the indicated direction, and when they went to the main room, the brunet looked around carefully, watching with satisfaction what was prepared for them. Taehyung blinked several times, unable to believe his eyes.

The room they entered was practically empty, plunged in a soft, cozy twilight. In the center there was a table covered with a white tablecloth, with crockery for two on it. There was a small bucket on the corner with a bottle of red wine in it. The whole was complemented by candles and rose petals that showered the entire table. The waitress looked at them again, her gaze darting between Jeongguk and Tae, then smiled in obvious embarrassment.

"I'm s-sorry," she said quickly. "W-when you said you were asking to prepare a dinner for two, I thought it was a date, not a business meeting..." she explained. "If you wish, I can take the decorations..."

"No," Jeon protested, looking her straight in the eye. "This is a date," he explained shamelessly, then smiled involuntarily at the sound of these words. "It's perfect," he added, and turned on his heel, turning his face back to the prepared table.

Taehyung shifted his curious glance to the waitress, who stood bewitched for a moment, not knowing what to say. But when she looked up shyly and their eyes crossed for a moment, he gave her a charming smile and walked towards Jeongguk.

"Do you know you just told her you were here on a date with me?" He asked, unable to contain a smile.

Jeongguk reached out and wrapped his arms around his waist, then leaned in slightly to brush his lips over his lips in a gentle kiss.

"And I'd do it again," he whispered, and pressed their lips together again, this time giving him a much longer kiss.

Taehyung involuntarily raised his hands and gripped the sides of his black shirt, indulging in the caress. For a moment, they almost forgot where they really were. Only a soft grunt brought them to the ground.

"I'm s-sorry Mr. Jeon," the waitress said, clearly embarrassed to interrupt them at such an intimate moment. "I just wanted to ask if I can bring you the starters you asked for now..." she explained quickly, clearly avoiding eye contact with him. Jeongguk instinctively ran his tongue over his lower lip as if he wanted to drink the taste of a tattoo artist's lips from it, then nodded at the woman.

"Yes. Please," he said politely.

He pushed one of the chairs back and motioned Taehyung to sit down while he took his seat on the other side of the table. The waitress approached the table and reached for the bottle of wine. She opened it and poured a little into a glass for Jeongguk to taste. The tattoo artist watched with interest as the dark-haired man raised his glass to his lips to taste the drink. He took only a small sip, though, barely soaking his lips in the glass, then nodded at the woman to indicate that he accepted her choice. The Korean stretched out her hand to fill Tae's glass, but Jeongguk stopped her with a soft smile.

"There's no need to. I'll do it," he took the bottle from her, then got up from the table and walked over to the tattoo artist.

The waitress bowed gently and quickly headed for the exit, leaving them alone, and Taehyung looked at the young CEO, watching the man put his left hand behind his back and skillfully pours wine into his glass, leaving his own empty. After a while, he put the bottle back in the bucket and took his place.

"Hope you don't mind, but I've allowed myself to decide what to eat. I didn't want to reveal what I had prepared before," he explained.

"Whatever it is, it will surely be delicious. You know me too well," Tae replied, then looked around once more. "This place is beautiful, Gguk. Have you rented this room especially for us?" He asked, searching for the gaze of the chocolate irises of the man sitting in front of him.

"Actually... I rented the whole place for us..." he admitted.

"Gguk..." the tattoo artist groaned. "It definitely cost a lot of money... You didn't have to do that..."

"But I wanted," the brunet quickly protested, grabbing his hand. "You are worth much more."

Taehyung sighed softly, smiling slightly. His thumb almost involuntarily began to stroke the back of the young CEO's hand, exactly where the long scar had appeared.

"Thank you. It is wonderful."

"This is our first date since... since I told you the truth. I wanted it to be special. Besides... I don't know if my father will disinherit me when I finally come back to Seoul, so it's worth using the black card as long as I have access to it..." he joked, but the smile stopped below his eye line.

Taehyung knew well that this was one of the things that kept on his mind. He could see Jeongguk was concerned about his father's reaction, and he was well aware that it was not about money at all. The brunet was afraid he would see the disappointment in his eyes, and that was worse than blocking access to the cards.

"Even if he does, I'll be there for you," he assured, raising his hand to place a gentle kiss on it.

"I know," Jeongguk replied just as the waitress re-entered the room, this time carrying a tray of Jeon's ordered dishes.

They didn't talk in front of her. They waited for the girl to set out all the plates and bowls she had brought, setting the table with fragrant food. When she finished, she bowed to them and headed for the exit, only to disappear into the kitchen after a moment.

"Even if my father process it somehow... I want to resign from my position as CEO," Jeon finally confessed after a long moment. "I never wanted that, and I think Seokjin is perfect for that. He loves this company. He wanted to work there since he was a child. He's perfect for the role. I want to ask him to take my place."

"Do you want to leave the company completely?" Kim asked.

"I do not know yet. I need a job to have money. I never wanted to prey on my father's money. I want to be independent, but... I would like to paint. I would like... I would like to develop in this direction. I thought maybe I could take a course or start studies... I know it's not easy to succeed and be able to make a living from "being an artist", so working at TJE would be good for me. However, I thought about working a few times a week and the rest of the time spend on drawing. It would also give me more time for Jae and for you..." Jeongguk paused for a moment, then looked him straight in the eye. "What do you think about it?" He asked.

"I think it's a great idea, Gguk. You're fucking talented. You should keep growing."

"This is what I want to do... Draw... And spend every free moment with you."

"If your father disowned you, I'll hire you as my personal chef. Jae will be delighted," the tattoo artist joked.

"I don't know if I can cook that well. Certainly not as well as the chef of this restaurant," Jeongguk replied, chewing on another piece of beef, then grabbed another piece with his chopsticks and held them out towards Tae. "Try this."

Taehyung grasped the served food with his teeth and grunted appreciatively. The food was amazingly delicious, seasoned perfectly. It literally melted in your mouth. There was no denying that it was certainly one of the best he had ever eaten. Instinctively, he licked his lips from the sauce and let another murmur of approval escape from his lips. When he looked up, the young CEO was already staring at him.

"Jae does exactly the same face when he eats something good," the brunet said, smiling at the mere mention of the boy.

"What face?" Kim asked, pretending not to know what was going on.

"He pouts his lips. It's fucking cute," he explained.

"You look like you're angry at the food. You frown your brows. You look like a bunny."

"Oh, bunny. Have you already missed my rabbit incarnation?" He asked, teasing him, and the tattoo artist's face changed immediately. His gaze darkened.

"What you did back then..." he began, lowering his voice as if he didn't want anyone to hear them, even though they were alone. "Nobody has ever done anything so sexy for me."

Jeongguk chewed the food he had put in his mouth a moment ago, then lifted his napkin and wiped his lips with it. He was deliberately silent for a moment, enjoying the way the air suddenly thickened between them and the temperature rose a few degrees. He wasn't looking at Taehyung, but he could feel his hot gaze on him. Only when the tension between them seemed to be reaching its zenith did he shift his gaze to him, searching for the gaze of the onyx irises.

"It was probably one of the most obscene things I've ever done... But... I'd love to repeat it sometime."

Taehyung smiled sexily, then got up from the table and stood over Jeongguk. He held out his hand to him.

"May I have a dance, Mr. Jeon?" He asked, looking him straight in the eyes.

"There is no music," the brunet replied. However, his lips involuntarily lifted in an effortless smile.

"I'll sing for you," Taehyung took his hand and pulled it lightly, pulling him into his arms, while Jeongguk allowed him to do so.

He slung his arms over his neck and adjusted his athletic body to match that of the tattoo artist, allowing him to make a gentle motion. Taehyung wrapped his arms around his narrow waist and leaned in so that his lips touched the young CEO's earlobe. As the soft notes escaped from his lips, Jeongguk's mouth was embellished with another smile. He snuggled closer to his body and closed his eyes for a moment, listening to that velvety voice humming a melody so familiar to him. As the tattoo artist whispered the words of their song in his ear, his heart beat faster.

It was only when he felt so much emotion that he thought his heart was about to pop out of his chest, that he raised his head and looked at the tattoo artist, before hesitatingly pressed their lips together, sipping the last words of the song straight from his mouth. At first, the kiss was gentle, as was the slow swaying of their bodies, but the longer they kissed, the hotter, more passionate their kiss became. As Taehyung sucked on his tongue, tasting it, a choked moan escaped from the lips of the young CEO.

"Are you very hungry?" He asked softly, tearing his lips just enough to speak the words, and the tattoo artist laughed at the question before looking him straight in the eye.

"Lead me out, Mr. Jeon," the tattoo artist ordered, and the brunet's lips stretched into a beautiful smile.

Without unnecessary questioning, he grabbed Kim's hand and walked with him towards the exit, leading him quickly to the door. They almost ran through the parking lot, covering the distance to the red Mustang. Jeongguk jumped into the driver's seat and started as soon as the tattoo artist took his seat next to him. He was driving with one hand while the other was on the tattooist's lap. Taehyung stared at him without saying anything, as if it was too demanding to formulate a simple sentence. He felt almost unable to breathe. His whole body was ablaze with lust, and the young CEO's hand seemed to burn his skin.

When Jeongguk finally drove into the Jeon mansion driveway and parked the car, Taehyung almost jumped out of the car like burned. He ran to the young CEO and opened the car door, helping the boy to get out, but it was enough for the brunet to stand in front of him, and he stuck to his lips. He kissed him hard, greedily, at the same time guiding them towards the house. Without tearing away from each other, they opened the door and then, still kissing, began to struggle up the stairs.

"Oh!" Jeon groaned as Taehyung pushed him against the wall and, pressing him against it with his body, pressed against his mouth once more.

"I need you, Gguk," Kim gasped as he hurriedly led them down the hall toward his bedroom.

They kissed all the way, struggling down the narrow corridor. When they finally reached the bedroom, they broke apart for a moment. Taehyung measured Jeongguk from head to toe, gazing at his image with lust. He was breathing heavily, exhaling through his slightly parted lips.

"How fucking sexy you are... I want you so much..."

"I want you too, Tae. Now. And..." Jeongguk paused, as if wondering if he should say it out loud, but didn't want to hide anything from him. "And today I don't want any vanilla," he said boldly, looking him straight in the eye. "I want a hot pepper. Damn chili. I want to feel you inside me even tomorrow morning when I wake up in your bed."

"Oh, fuck!" Kim cursed, moistening his lips.

He took a step forward and looked him straight in the eye. Standing so close, he could feel the warmth emanating from the young CEO's body. His breath beat against his lips. He leaned gently towards him and grasped the man's bottom lip with his teeth, biting it gently and pulling on it until a soft moan escaped from Jeon's mouth, and he grabbed his neck and pressed his lips against his, kissing him hungrily. The tattoo artist's hands found their way almost immediately to his elegant Vuitton pants, unbuttoning them hastily. Jeongguk, however, grabbed his hands, stopping him.

"N-no," he protested. Taehyung looked at his hands, clenched around his, then found his dark eyes again. Jeongguk wet his lips quickly. "Today I want to take care of you..." he explained, slowly lowering himself to his knees in front of him.

"Ooo shit!" The tattoo artist swore, unable to tear his eyes away from the young CEO's beautiful, doe eyes.

"Can I?" The brunet asked, raising his lips in a feisty smile. He knew the answer to that question well, but he wanted to tease him.

"Shit, this is the first time I wish you were wearing a tie," the tattoo artist confessed, still unable to take his eyes off him.

Jeongguk moved his hands to the belt that wrapped around his narrow waist and began to unbutton it, then very slowly pull it out of the belt loops. He stared at the studded leather belt for a moment, then looked up to meet the tattooist's eyes.

"We got this," he said, before he could even figure out what his mouth had just said.

"Gguk..." Kim sighed, looking at the hands of the brunet, extended towards him. "Are you sure?" He asked, carefully taking the leather belt from him.

"I trust you, Tae," that said, Jeongguk slipped the belt into his hand.

He got up from his knees and, looking him straight in the eye, began to undo the buttons on his black shirt. He opened it, revealing his strong chest and that insanely athletic stomach, but then quickly slipped his shirt off his shoulders and tossed it to the floor. Bending gently, he slipped his elegant shoes and socks off his feet. He straightened again, facing him only in elegant pants. Measuring him with his hot gaze, he swallowed hard and crossed his hands behind his back, then turned his back on him.

"Tie me up," he ordered.

Taehyung took his hands gently and wrapped them carefully with a leather belt. He squeezed it tight, just enough not to hurt him, but to keep his wrists tied so that he would not be able to free himself. He couldn't explain it, but there was something fucking exciting about it. Perhaps because by allowing his hands to be restrained, Jeongguk put himself completely in his hands, showing how much he trusted him. There was probably nothing more exciting than this. As he tightened the belt, he felt his cock throbbing with rising excitement. When he finished restraining the brunet's hands, he turned him to face him and once again measured his figure, gliding from head to toe to hang his gaze on his beautiful, doe eyes. The man's eyes blazed with living fire.

"Take off your clothes," Jeon demanded confidently, and the tattoo artist laughed involuntarily at his words, but obediently grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up, quickly taking it over his head.

"You know it's fucking sexy that your hands are tied, and yet you are in charge... You're so fucking amazing, Gguk..." he confessed, then tossed his black T-shirt on the floor.

"Pants too," Jeon continued. "I want to see you."

"Yes, Mr. Jeon," Kim agreed.

He bent down to quickly take off his shoes and socks. Tossing them aside, he straightened again and stared for a moment at the man in front of him. He slipped his tattooed fingers behind the elastic of his boxers and, looking Jeongguk straight in the eyes, slipped them and pants off his narrow hips, standing completely naked in front of him.

"You're perfect," the brunet whispered, then dropped to his knees, kneeling in front of him. "I missed this," he confessed, running his tongue over his bottom lip to leave a thin layer of saliva on it.

He wanted to touch him. Run his fingers over the tense abdominal muscles or the caramel skin of his slender thighs. He wanted to wrap his fingers around the shaft of his cock and feel his manhood swell again in his hand as he moved over it rhythmically up and down, gliding over his hot, pre-cum moist skin. The fact that his hands were tied, and he couldn't do it, somehow excited him even more. He knew that if he wanted to taste this man, he had to do it another way. So he stuck his tongue out and, looking him straight in the eye, ran it along his entire length, gliding from the shaft of his cock to the very head adorned with silver apadravya.

"Ooh, yeah!" the tattoo artist gasped, feeling the wonderful tongue of the young CEO skimming over his manhood.

He wanted to grab his hair, but he held back, letting the brunet do what he wanted to him. He didn't want to rush him. He was going to take handfuls of what Jeongguk was going to give him. The young businessman, however, as if reading his mind, stepped away from him slightly and said something that made him feel he was going crazy.

"I want to feel your taste on my tongue," the brunet confessed. "I want you to grab my hair and shove your dick down my throat. I want you to fuck my mouth until you cum."

"Oh, fu-ck," the tattoo artist swore, feeling his stomach muscles contract mercilessly at these words.

He took a step forward, getting closer so that his cock was almost rubbing against those beautiful, soft lips of Jeongguk, and he grasped his dick in his left hand, slipping his right into the young CEO's jet-black curls. As the man had asked him to do just now, he clamped his fingers tightly around the strands of his hair and pushed his head down gently.

"Part your lips, honey," he ordered, and when the brunet obeyed his command, he slowly slipped his dick into his mouth. "Ah, fuck!" He swore again, unable to say anything else as he felt the CEO's lips tighten around the shaft of his cock and the man's tongue teasing his piercing.

Willing to feel more, he began to rock his hips slightly, while holding the brunet's head still. At first, his movements were slow, smooth, like waves on a smooth surface of the ocean. He wanted to give him time to come to terms with his size and relax his throat enough to be able to absorb his fullness without any problems. Jeongguk was staring at him all the time as if he knew it was driving him insane, and he couldn't take his eyes off him. Feeling the boy relax enough and hearing his encouraging grunts, his fingers tightened in his hair and he accelerated his movements with faster and harder thrusts. Jeongguk accepted his cock without any problem, twirling his tongue around the hard shaft, letting the head of his cock slide down his throat. Every time he slipped into him so deeply, the brunet clenched his throat tighter or swallowed around him to give him even more pleasure.

"Oh, my God... Gguk..." the tattoo artist groaned, feeling the orgasm build up at the base of his spine. "You're fucking sexy. So damn beautiful when you do it. Oh, yes!" He said with difficulty, breathing hard. But he kept moving his hips. He pushed them forward while pressing the brunet's head downwards to slide into his wet, hot mouth as deep as possible. "I-I will come soon..." he panted, and in response the brunet pressed his tongue harder on his apadravya, as if trying to provoke him to finally surrender to his will.

It was enough for the tattoo artist to come straight into his mouth while throwing his head back. A long moan escaped from his parted lips, forming the name of the young CEO, who smugly drank every drop given to him from his hard cock. When the tattoo artist's body finally stopped trembling after his orgasm, he lifted his head and grasped Jeongguk by the shoulders, pulling him off his knees, and grasped hungrily his slightly swollen lips, kissing him greedily. He wanted to feel his taste on his lips. He kissed him wildly, twirling his pierced tongue inside his mouth as if he wanted to explore every nook and cranny with it. He broke away from him only when he thought he was about to suffocate if he kept his lungs out of breath.

"Fuck, how I missed it!" He said quickly, then moved his hands to the waistband of Jeongguk's trousers, hastily undoing the button. "Are you hard yet?" He asked, though he didn't need an answer at all.

The young CEO's pants were tight enough that it was hard to hide the bulge, but he knew that such a conversation turned Jeon on as much as him. He lowered himself, kneeling in front of him. He unzipped the boy's pants and gently opened them to look at his boxer shorts. He hoped to see how wet they were. He loved how Jeongguk's body responded to him. He loved how sensitive he was, how his body responded to every, even the smallest, caress. But when he parted his elegant pants, he did not see the tight boxer shorts as he expected, but instead his eyes saw black lace.

"Oh, fuck!" He cursed softly, wetting his lips quickly, then found the gaze of the chocolate irises that were already staring at him, wanting to test his reaction.

After a few seconds, however, he looked back at his pants. He grasped them hurriedly, anxious to see what was really hiding behind them. He slid them carefully along his sculpted legs and looked up again only after Jeongguk released his feet from the material that bound them.

"You were wearing this all the time, and you didn't tell me?" He asked, unable to take his eyes off the black lace that hugged the man's body.

"Do you like them?"

"Gguk... I would never even dare to dream that you would wear lace panties for me... This is... God, you look insanely in them... I've never seen anything sexier..." saying that, he leaned over and ran his tongue over his stomach, just above the line of his underwear, then did something that almost made Jeongguk come ― he leaned forward and ran his tongue along his swollen length, still hidden by the thin lace, then pulled away slightly. "Can I take them off of you?" He asked, moistening his lips. "I want to caress you with my tongue and then fuck you until you come with my name on your lips."

"Do it," Jeon ordered.

"Hmmm you're so wet..." he muttered appreciatively.

He grasped the delicate lace in his fingers and slowly slid it down, taking off his underwear. He put a hand on his waist and guided him towards the bed to help him lie down on the soft, fragrant sheets. He wasn't shy. He settled himself between his legs and, grasping the black belt that still bound the young CEO's hands without unnecessary teasing, simply leaned in and, gently parting his buttocks, ran his tongue over his sweet entrance. For a brief moment, he moved his tongue in circles around his anus, then finally slipped his tongue into him.

"Oh, yes!" Jeon groaned. "Lick me..."

Taehyung caressed him for a long moment, sticking his tongue as deeply as he could, stretching his entrance. Only after some time did he move away slightly, grabbed the lube and quickly poured a large amount of the preparation onto his hand, filling the bedroom with a fresh citrus scent, then ran his hand over to mark the shape of Jeongguk's buttocks. As he slapped him hard, a loud gasp escaped from the CEO's lips.

The tattoo artist tightened his grip on the black leather belt and, pulling Jeongguk towards him, slowly began to slide his fingers into him. He watched closely as his fingers disappeared inside his lover, and he bent over him and pushed his tongue into him. He alternately slipped his long fingers into him, or his tongue, with delight watching how the young CEO responded to his caresses. He fucking liked how loud curses or moans were rolling down the brunet's mouth, showing how good he was feeling.

When he felt that the brunet was relaxed enough to be able to enter him, he grasped his own cock in his hand, and then, pulling Jeon towards himself by the black belt, he began to enter him. He did it slowly, not wanting to hurt him. However, as he slid into him, the stretching sensation was so pleasant that Jeongguk couldn't help but groan. A loud moan escaped his throat as finally the tattoo artist slid into him balls deep.

"Oh! Yes!"

"Do you feel how fucking hard I am?" The tattoo artist muttered, pulling him against him, grabbing his throat.

But he did not allow him to answer. He just connected their lips, kissing him greedily. His hips began to move sensually back and forth, making circles every now and then as if to tease him, but that made Jeongguk need him even more.

Taehyung moved his lips to the young CEO's sweaty, black ink-covered back and ran his tongue down his spine. He bit his skin with his teeth and pushed his hips forward hard, exactly at an angle to hit his prostate, and Jeongguk groaned loudly again.

"Oh, more!" He choked out. "I need more!"

The tattoo artist gripped the belt tightly and pulled him closer, pressing his naked sweaty body against his, accelerating the thrusts of his hips, deliberately rubbing against his prostate. He wanted Jeongguk to tremble in his embrace, repeating his name like a mantra. He loved to hear the man's tongue caress every vowel as he pronounced his name as if he were everything to him.

"Does it feel good?" Kim asked, still moving his hips. "Tell me how good does it feel when I'm in you..."

"Oh yes! It is wonderful!" He gasped, tossing his head back. "I-I will come soon..."

"Cum for me, Gguk," Kim muttered sensually and pushed his hips forward again, fucking into him as deep as possible, and when he felt the brunet's body begin to tremble, he pulled him up and pressed their lips together in a hot kiss.

Jeongguk came moaning right into his lips, and Taehyung followed in his footsteps, filling him with his hot cum. The young CEO trembled in his arms as he felt the tattoo artist's sperm drip down his strong thighs, but he didn't break the kiss. They kissed until their lungs finally failed to obey them.

"God, that was amazing," Jeon gasped.

"I swear the first thing I'll do when we get back to Seoul is install a lock in the bedroom," he whispered, biting a brunet's earlobe, and Jeongguk laughed out loud, throwing his head back.

Taehyung quickly removed the belt from his wrists, then brought his hands to his mouth and kissed his reddened skin gently. He wiped the sperm carefully from the young CEO's athletic belly, and after a while he did the same to his thighs. He tossed the towel aside and pulled the boy tightly into his arms, cuddling against his naked body.

"I love you," he said softly, then placed a kiss on his shoulder. "I love you so damn much."

"I love you too, Tae... And sex..." He paused for a moment, inhaling loudly into his lungs. "Shit... I never thought sex could be so wonderful. Never with any woman I felt so good. Thanks to you, I discover my body, my preferences. What makes me horny. You make me feel fulfilled. I've never felt like this before."

"I have my own theory for that," the tattoo artist said, lips sliding down his neck.

"Oh yes? What?"

"You're taesexual," the man replied, his lips curving into a smirk.

"Is this some kind of disease?" Jeon asked, teasing.

"Incurable," the redhead answered confidently, and Jeongguk laughed again.

Kim took his face in his hands and pressed their lips together again, sipping his melodious laugh out of them. This time they kissed sensually, slowly tasting each other as if they had all the time of the world to each other. Then they lay in bed for a long time, cuddled against their naked bodies, listening to each other's breathing. From time to time, Taehyung kissed his bare shoulders, letting his lips gently slide over the milky skin.

It was perfect. So damn perfect.

They kissed for a long time, when suddenly the sound of Tae's phone crept into their ears. The tattoo artist reached out and grabbed the phone from the nightstand, then looked at the display.

"This is my mom," he said quickly, rising on his strong forearms. "I asked her to call me when Jae is going to sleep. I wanted to say goodnight to him," he explained, and Jeongguk nodded in understanding.

As the tattoo artist answered the call, activating the cam as well, Jeongguk got to a sitting position and moved away so that the camera would not accidentally catch him. He didn't know if Taehyung wanted his mom to know he was with him.

"Hi, Mom," he said.

"Hello, Darling. How are you?" The woman asked, and Taehyung smiled involuntarily.

"Amazing. I'm very happy," he replied, looking at Jeongguk and almost involuntarily grabbed his hand, placing a gentle kiss on top of it.

"Is it because of him?" The woman asked, even though she didn't need an answer. She knew him too well.

"Yes. It is thanks to him," he replied without hesitating.

"Tell him if he breaks your heart a second time, I'll find him. I know where he lives," the woman joked. "I'm glad, darling, that everything is going well," she added after a moment, becoming more serious. "I'll give you Jae, because he can't wait to talk to you," Tae's mother handed the phone to the man's son, as his face lit up even more in an instant.

"Hi, Little Tiger," the tattoo artist said, curving his lips into a broad smile.

"Daddy!" The little one shouted.

"Hello, darling. Daddy misses you so much."

"Jae too! When is daddy coming back?"

"Soon, Little Tiger. I'll be home in a few days. Daddy's gonna take you out for ice cream, huh?"

"Yes! Jae misses you so much!"

"You know, Tiger, daddy would like to tell you something important..." he confessed suddenly, looking again at Jeongguk, who was watching him carefully from the opposite direction. "Daddy came here to find someone we both missed so much..."

The brunet blinked several times, feeling that the heart in his chest began to beat faster under the words of the tattoo artist. He felt a wave of emotion flooding him at the sound of Jae's voice. Until now, he hadn't realized how much he missed him. He almost treated him like his son and wanted to be part of this family. Taehyung crossed their fingers together and pulled him gently towards him, facing the camera, so Jae could see him.

"Googie!" The little one squeaked. "Daddy, there is Googie!"

Taehyung laughed out loud, then snuggled into Jeongguk and kissed his shoulder.

"Yes, Little Tiger, it's Googie," he agreed. "It's our Googie."

"Googie's coming home too?" Jae asked, looking at the cam with his big, glittering eyes, and Taehyung snuggled closer to the brunet's body.

"Yes honey. Googie will come home with me," he repeated, looking him straight in the eye. "You're my home, Gguk..." he whispered, brushing back a dark strand of Jeongguk's hair, then kissed his soft lips. "You are my home..."

***

Ayashee:

The next chapter is behind us.

Jeju is like a paradise for Taekook, but the trip together is slowly coming to an end...

What do you think is waiting for them when they return to Seoul?

xoxo