Rain tapping against the windows, a gentle light casting down the bedroom walls. A cute boy straddled upon his lap. The words have been said.

"I'll be the one to protect you."

Taehyung hadn't been aware that he needed protection. And most certainly not from the most innocent, baby-faced guy he'd ever laid eyes on. But perhaps it was his tone of voice, or the way he looked at him with those dazzling eyes. Those eyes he swore held worlds in them. Or how adorable the boy looked saying such words with such a serious face. Either way, in that moment, Taehyung believed him. That maybe he was safe after all. As long as Jeongguk was beside him, danger couldn't ever dare reach him.

Yet, things got even better when Taehyung watched the younger boy's face flush a profound crimson color, teeth digging to his lip as he was seemingly embarrassed at what he had just promised, the strong grip of his hands on Taehyung's shoulders slowly faltering. It took everything in him not to coo softly at the boy, as one would watching a tiny baby who had fallen attempting their first steps.

"Fuck..." his raspy voice uttered, "You're adorable, bun." Taehyung lifted a hand and placed it gently at Jeongguk's right cheek, the younger gasping at the warmth his large palm provided him. With every light rub of his thumb on his skin, the young boy could feel his heartbeat accelerating. "You don't need to protect me, Jeon."

The man's gaze was surprisingly soft, and Jeongguk's lips parted. He felt out of breath; as though he'd just run a marathon he didn't remember enrolling in. Taehyung's lenient features made him want to combust right then and there. If he felt hot with bashfulness before, he didn't dare imagine how red he must've looked now.

"Yes, I-I do..." the younger's voice came quietly, big eyes looking back at the man in front of him. "Because if... If I don't, then who will?"

Taehyung opened his mouth to speak, but the other boy's words had rendered him speechless.

"Look who's here looking after you right now, Taehyung..." Jeongguk continued, a tender smile curving at his lips. "I'm sure you-... You've been trying to protect people for so long. But, who's gonna protect the one protecting everyone all the time? See, now?" His smile widened. "That's where I come in." He reached to place his hand over Taehyung's on his cheek. "I'll protect you. I promise."

Tap, tap, tap. The sound of rain against the bedroom windows persisted in consistent drops.

Badum, badum, badum. Taehyung's heart was convulsing violently.

It was the most strange feeling he'd had in a long time. Suddenly the boy's eyes held so much promise, Taehyung couldn't help but give in to him. Maybe it was possible, maybe such a thing existed. Rather than pushing away, it might prove healthy to pull someone in. Maybe Jeongguk could be someone.

Someone else he could put his trust in.

His cheeks felt warm, but by the determined look still on the boy's face, Taehyung figured he wasn't quite blushing. Because, him? Blushing? What a sight that would be. Kim Taehyung doesn't do such a thing.

"You're unbelievable..." the words left him in a mumble while he lowered his hand from Jeongguk, who was slowly returning to somewhat of a normal complexion. Taehyung reached over to his nightstand, took hold of a pack of cigarettes and a lighter beside his ash tray. He placed the slim tube between his lips and ignited it with ease, letting a batch of smoke emit into the bedroom air.

"Am I?" the boy cracked a grin and, with a relaxed expression on his face leaned forward slowly, inching closer towards the older, the smell of tobacco hitting his nostrils. Their lips reached a tight proximity, and Jeongguk could feel the light breath Taehyung had let out, as well as remnants of smoke in his exhale.

"You are."

Their foreheads pressed, Jeongguk sank to the man's lap a little, hands back on his shoulders. They had set up the moment. But when Jeongguk closed in on him, Taehyung held him back and shifted on the mattress, cigarette propped on his right hand.

Jeongguk blinked. "Are you alright?"

Taehyung was quiet, leaned against the pillow and sighed out gently. Then their eyes met again, and Jeongguk found himself being absorbed in his trance. Then he watched while Taehyung settled the cigarette down over the ashtray.

"Come here." Although quiet, his deep voice seemed to ricochet off the walls, and Jeongguk didn't keep the man waiting. Instead he quickly leaned down until he felt firm hands on his nape, pulling him until his lips met a soft substance.

Until his lips met Taehyung's, that is. And in his fantasy Taehyung's lips would feel as airy as clouds, yet profound like the far-reaching skies beyond them. Sweet like candy, soft like that favorite plushie of his to cuddle as a kid. He'd imagined they'd be warm like his mother's homemade cookies, gentle like his father's embrace, that adoring feeling of being taken care of. A feeling that he'd imagined would give him shivers and goosebumps all at once.

And it did. Taehyung's lips took care of him, nuzzled him in safety, shielded him from rain. Reality felt even better than anything he could possibly muster up in his head with measly daydreams. The taste of his lips made him see bursts of color even inside darkness because, yes, his eyes remained closed so he could focus on every tingle in his body. Like fireworks they burst one by one with every color in the rainbow spectrum, and every pop of color sent loud sensations over his skin and into his bloodstream. And of course, there was the topping of a faint taste of tobacco, which the boy evidently didn't mind one bit.

After a moment Jungkook could feel the man's tongue brush gently against him, prompting those miniature butterflies inside his stomach, his cheek feeling hot from Taehyung's touch, noting the gentle caresses of his thumb over his face. Jeongguk emitted a small moan, which Taehyung was quick to turn into an opportunity, his tongue inserting itself into Jeongguk's mouth with intentions to conquer it. And the younger let him take control, for all he wanted was to be explored. He felt fingers rush into his hair, tossing his hair strands from one side to the other. Taehyung was good at this. Good at making him feel his.

"H-Hyung..." the boy uttered against his mouth, fingers reaching to grasp at his shirt.

"Mm?"

Jeongguk pulled back, panted in soft breaths, let the air rush into his lungs for much needed relief. But the older male wasn't done with him. Not even close. His lips attached swiftly to Jeongguk's neck where he began to pepper him with kisses. He could feel Taehyung's mouth press against his skin in dotted patterns, lowering just above his collarbone. Then, strong hands were at his waist and Jeongguk instinctively rolled his hips over Taehyung's thigh, letting the friction rub against his crotch.

"Hyung..." he repeated, but this time Taehyung knew precisely what he wanted.

He slipped a hand under Jeongguk's shirt to feel up his abdomen, every curve and crease, and before the boy could blink he had slipped his shirt over his head. Taehyung's eyes lingered on the other's naked torso, the lustful glint in his eye making Jeongguk shiver. He felt frozen under the man's strong surveillance, and the glimpse of cold air surely wasn't helping his flushed skin tone.

"Mhm... pretty.." Taehyung husked, and the boy nearly whimpered at the sound. But he was quick to regain his composure upon watching the man's hands begin to fumble with the zipper on his pants.

"W-Wait.." Jeongguk placed his hands over Taehyung's. "I... I'll do it. You just-... You lay there. I'll take it from here. Okay?"

Taehyung looked into his eyes, a curious gaze in his own as he gave a short nod. "Okay, bun. Go ahead."

Jeongguk reached to his own pants, unzipping it slowly while maintaining eye contact, watching the way Taehyung's teeth dug at his bottom lip. He lifted himself from the older's lap, slipped his trousers off, and began to pull down Taehyung's sweatpants next. The two males looked at each other in silence while Jeongguk continued to undress them, an unspoken desire rising in the atmosphere. When the younger pulled down Taehyung's boxers, took that massive cock into his hand, he felt those familiar brawny hands dig over his hips securely once again.

He tugged once, sliding his palm over Taehyung's veiny cock, let his thumb flick over the tip quickly. He watched the man's expression stay the same, so he flicked at the girth a few more times repeatedly. Still nothing. Jeongguk pushed his tongue to the inside of his mouth and leaned down, spit into his hand, and rubbed the saliva over the man's cock as lubrication. Then, just as he began to pump him at a consistent pace, he felt a hand trail into the back of his underwear, sliding over his ass.

"Ah—!" he squealed abruptly, body jolting upwards as he felt a finger slip inside him without any warning. "T-Tae!"

"Mmm...?" the man smirked, and Jeongguk could feel Taehyung's cock twitch in his palm. "Now that's sexy, baby... Make more of those sounds for me, hm?"

He felt the finger push further in and Jeongguk squirmed a bit, his jerking motions on Taehyung slowing down. The moan he exhaled was higher in pitch, and once again he could feel the older's cock become harder.

"Hyung.."

"Mm?"

"Fuck me.. Please."

He heard a deep chuckle slip from Taehyung's mouth. "What happened to 'I'll take it from here'?"

Jeongguk frowned, pushing himself down to let Taehyung's finger reach all the way inside him. He then lifted himself and repeated the motion, a frustrated groan leaving him. Taehyung was right—he should follow through on his words, and since one finger in him certainly wasn't enough, he knew exactly what he had to do.

With another hefty grunt Jeongguk hoisted himself upwards and reached backwards, fingers wrapping securely around Taehyung's erection. He then curved his ass out and positioned his entrance over the man's tip, then looked at Taehyung with a needy glint in his eyes. The older male held his breath and dug his thumbs into Jeongguk's hips, hissing quietly in pleasure while Jeongguk gently planted himself down over his cock.

He threw his head back against the pillows, right hand squeezing over the younger's ass cheek. Jeongguk watched in awe as Taehyung closed his eyes, mouth parting open. He looked incredible. The boy couldn't wait to see his face properly now while he pleasured him because, well, all he could see from that time at the parking lot was the concrete wall.

Now, though, his view was so much better.

"F-Feels good?" Jeongguk whimpered while he lifted himself again only to sink back down on Taehyung's cock. The man smirked in response, his grip around Jeongguk's hips tightening.

"You're tight," Taehyung commented softly; his eyes fluttered open and he reached to grab Jeongguk's hands, placed them over his bare chest which the boy was grateful for, as it gave him some leverage to support his weight. He could now lean forward with more ease thanks to Taehyung's strong grip on his wrists, and Jeongguk was quick to start bouncing himself, his walls rubbing feverishly against the man's hard erection.

"O-Oh.. Oh.. Ohh.." Jeongguk's mewled out, letting the friction rush pulses of ecstasy throughout every inch of his being. Taehyung filled him up to the brim, barely gave him any room to breathe. It was intoxicating. He felt as though he were a comet ablaze, bursting through space leaving meteorite residue in the entirety of its path.

"Baby.." He heard Taehyung's husky grunt.

But he could barely form words over his own inevitable moaning.

"Mm.. A-Ah..."

"Bun.."

"M-Mm... Mmn, mhm..?"

"You alright?"

"Y-Yes.."

"It feels good, yeah?"

"Y-Yeah.."

"How good?"

"So-... So good, hyung."

"Mm. Good boy.."

Taehyung's manly hands were back over the younger's slim waist, helping the boy bounce up and down faster, creating sinful sounds of skin slapping over skin. Sounds that got louder the more they continued. And the more Jeongguk did his high pitched whimpers, the more Taehyung felt the need to pound into him just to hear him scream. The man could even feel himself already leaking a bit inside him, the pleasure reaching even the tips of his toes.

"Faster," Taehyung hummed, landing a harsh slap against the boy's ass, and basking in the sound Jeongguk had made in response. He had sped up his bouncing motions, but only for a mere moment before Jeongguk was throwing his head back and circling his hips over Taehyung's. The older looked at him in a haze, slowly licking his lips while he let himself take in that glorious sight, of Jeongguk appearing like an artwork; like a gem unveiled in all its glory.

And then Jeongguk slowed down, moved his hands behind him on the mattress to help thrust his hips. Taehyung knew immediately that he was getting tired, was beginning to get lost in the profound pleasure that distracted him from sustaining his movements. Taehyung knew he'd have to take over sooner rather than later. And so he lifted his hips up, slammed further inside the boy, and earned a yelp from him; then with a swift motion he managed to scoop the boy's wrists along while flipping him over to the side. He landed Jeongguk down on the mattress below him, pinning him down with one hand and supporting himself up with the other.

Jeongguk looked up at him with large eyes, a sense of reality slowly trickling back to him. "Hyung.. You shouldn't be moving too much.."

Taehyung shook his head, leaned down and placed a peck on the younger's lips. "I slept for an eternity, so I think I'll be alright." He smooched him again, "I'm well rested..." and again, "I've got a pretty boy under me... I'll manage just fine."

The smile that formed on Jeongguk's lips was a rather boyish one. He couldn't help the pounding feeling in his heart, as though he were some sort of squealing teenager that had just been noticed by their crush. In a way, it all felt bizarre. Taehyung seemed different now than when they'd had sex back at the parking lot. Sure, it was certainly much more intimate at the comfort of his bedroom. But Taehyung himself was... a bit more gentle. Touched him a little more carefully.

It was just that much more... intimate.

Taehyung's eyes were gleaming, dots of light dancing in his pupils, contrary to the looming obscurity Jeongguk was used to. It made him feel a tightness in his stomach, one he was certain were being squeezed together the more Taehyung continued to move inside him.

"H-Hgh—ah..." Jeongguk let out a throaty moan, spreading his legs open more to welcome the older closer. Taehyung's long bangs fell over his face, shielding him from clear view, but even so Jengguk could see the way his lips would move. It proved to him how good he was making him feel. And shit, did Taehyung feel good. He was trying hard to hold in his grunts, but a few would escape him every now and then the longer he thrusted his hips forward. Although his movements weren't as sudden nor harsh as before, Jeongguk preferred this pace, could feel his hole being filled entirely in more excruciating detail. Inevitably his walls would clench firmly around Taehyung's cock, and Jeongguk would get to hear that long husky groan above him.

He looked up at the man and watched him bite his lip. It was so alluring. At the mere sight Jeongguk reached for his own rock hard erection and began to stroke himself, gaze then settling to a dark patch over Taehyung's skin. He blinked a couple times, a quiet whiny sound emitting from his throat subconsciously, and then he realized what it was he was looking at. A tattoo. Taehyung had a tattoo at the left side of his torso; Korean characters written vertically down his skin, reading: Bangtan Sonyeondan. Almost like a stamp on his body, verifying his affiliation to the Bangtan gang, it seemed.

Jeongguk gasped out suddenly as the man gave a vigorous thrust, sank himself down and attached his lips to Jeongguk's neck. "Taehyung.." he whispered, locking his legs over said man's hips. He could feel that sinful tongue sliding over his skin, teeth digging into him with ease. It all felt so transcendental. Taehyung's cock was puncturing inside him, roughly but gently; loud but soft. It was hard to process it all.

"You're doing so well, baby.." He heard in his ear at one point, and the growl to Taehyung's tone made the younger let loose at once. He could feel his own cum landing on parts of his stomach, yet was oblivious to how loud he'd gotten. How he'd moaned Taehyung's name repeatedly, clenched his hands onto the man's biceps, curled his toes over his back. When he next opened his eyes, his vision was blurry with tears, bangs pasted to his forehead with sweat, every inch of his body on fire with the lingering orgasm that had hit him harder than he'd ever felt in his entire life.

"A-Ah fuck... fuck, f-fuck, fuuck..." he panted helplessly, then felt Taehyung's forehead press against his own. The moment they looked into each other's eyes, night saw day, evil saw good, despair saw hope.

Their lips attached; light met dark, wind met fire. Love met war.

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