A/n: warning, fluffy smut muahahahah

"So, whats for dinner?" I asked, squeezing a pillow in my arms and using it to hide half my face.

Both the butler and I were butt-naked, oiled-up, and red-faced, with the remains of a wild night still evident on our bodies. It was already quite late in the afternoon but, in a rather slothful manner, the both of us hadn't thought of leaving the comfort of my bedroom all day.

We'd spent the last couple of hours making a tent out of blankets and pillows, and pretended we were the last two people left on earth. We were nudist nomads, free spirits who lived in nature and traveled the world together, unbound by any rules or regulations.
The bed was our shelter and our safe haven, while the rest of my bedroom was a scary forrest, filled with dangerous creatures, unkown terrors, and endless adventures.

"Berries," Taehyung said, grabbing a tray of actual blueberries he'd plucked from a bush in the garden. The man began to feed me, placing a berry in my mouth like I was Ceaser himself and he was my servi privati.

"What if it gets cold during the night?" I asked, opening my mouth for more after every berry. "Won't we freeze to death?"

"Not if we hold each other." Taehyung fed me another berry before pulling me closer and making me straddle him. His body was on fire, just like mine, and we burned wildly together, replacing the sun as it began to lower from the sky.

"Any other questions?" My love asked, picking up another berry, and placing it right on my toungue.

I chewed and hummed to the melody of Let Me Call You Sweetheart as I let my fingers dance across the man's honey skin. "You know, we can only survive three days in the wild without fresh water..."

"Is three days not enough?" The butler asked.

"Oh, not nearly," I moped, pouting like a petulant child. "It's tragic."

"Maybe a little," Taehyung purred. "But how could a lifetime in Hell ever go up against three days in paradise?"

I dragged my tongue across my lips with a hungry, lustful gaze. Our little game had begun again. The pressure was building up in both our bellies. The the atmosphere weighed heavier than a thousand pounds, but that was exactly how we liked it. There was a sense of fun in waiting for it all to break. In assessing which one of us would give in first and fall victim to their shameless desires.

I was luring him in, but he was doing the same to me, and there was a sort of dance to it. It wasn't the turkey trot, and it wasn't a waltz, but it was exciting and riveting in all the same ways. I wanted us to slowdance like this for days. For weeks. For months. But then I realized we already had.

"I think you might be right," I whispered. "Just this once."

Taehyung bared his teeth at me like an animal, before grabbing my thighs and giving them both a firm squeeze. He was so close to the edge. So close to losing from me. I just needed to try a little harder.

"What romance novel did you fall out of Taehyungie?" I asked, softly petting my darling's head. "You're a dream," I sighed. "An absolute dream."

I'd been so focused on making the butler lose, that I hadn't even noticed my own defences crumble bit by bit. The man leaned in just for a second, but I was the one who bridged the gap between us when I caught his lips with my own and slid my toungue into his mouth.

The heavy kisses. The desperate touches. It was all way too much, but at the same time it was never enough. Truthfully, we were just kids, but we could both feel it. This connection between us was much more than just a brief infatuation. It came so very close to feeling like love that it scared me. Because love was delicate, you see? Love was fragile. And I? I was a ticking time bomb...

"Should we tell the others?" I asked, stroking Taehyung's cheek and giving his lips a kitten-lick.

"Tell them what?" Taehyung asked, earning him a lip-bite from me.

"About us... silly."

"Us..." Taehyung murmured, a slow smile melting into our kiss and making it taste even sweeter. "I like that."

I felt Taehyung's hand slide down my back as he gently traced the curve of my spine. "I want this to be ours for a little longer, though."

"It's not like they would take it away," I giggled, rubbing my nose up against Taehyung's.

The man began to touch my butt, squeezing it and caressing it in ways he'd grown to love doing. "No," he said, kissing me once more. "But it would change things."

I squirmed against the butler when I felt him tease his pointer-finger into the crevice of my buttocks. "Mio amore," I choked out, wrapping my arms around Taehyung's neck like a frightful child. He'd never touched me all the way down there before.

"Yoongi gave me a list of steps," the butler murmured. "A list of steps for sex between men."

"A-are you sure you read them correctl--" my breath remained stuck in my throat, as my butler decided to shove his finger up my bum without the slightest hint of a warning. I mewled and clung to Taehyung as an intense form of fear froze me up completely. "T-Tae, I dont-- I don't want this," I said, shaking my head as tears sprung into my eyes.

"But my finger is a lot smaller than my friend down there," Taehyung said, cocking his head at me. "Does it feel wrong?"

I nodded with a pout, but the longer Taehyung's finger remained inside of me, the more used to it I became. It was still strange. And it was still new. But when I leaned back, and looked my butler in the eyes, I remembered that the person touching me was my best friend in the whole entire world. "Taehyungie, follow the steps," I said, taking a deep breath. "Just follow the steps."

"If it doesn't feel good I might be doing it wrong," Taehyung muttered under his breath.

"No, it's fine," I said, reaching behind me to grab Taehyung's hand and guide him a little deeper into my ass. "I was being dramatic."

"I like it when you're dramatic," Taehyung said, slowly moving his finger in and out of me. "And when you're being witty, and sarcastic, and mean."

My lips broke apart and I sat up straight as the butler reached deeper places. "Oh, do you?" I asked, glancing down at my cock, and the way it was shamelessly twitching up against Taehyung's abdomen. "You don't f-find me a-annoying then?"

The butler gave a me a certain look as if to say I knew better than to ask such a question, and kept on massaging me from the inside. He thrusted his finger into me again and again until it began to feel oh so incredibly good, and I finally understood why homosexual sex was done in this odd, curious way.

"Oh, mio amore~" I moaned, tipping my head back when Taehyung kept knocking his finger against a certain spot that sent shivers down my spine.

"It's a little wet," Taehyung muzed out loud, grinning up at me as he fucked me with his fingers. "Yoongi didn't mention that."

"I don't g-give a f-fuck," I stammered, biting into my lower lip as I felt myself reach a level of arousal I never thought possible. I gripped at Taehyung's shoulders, my stomach twisting and turning with waves of pleasure.

"Are you going to cum?" Taehyung asked, his eyes widening as though he was genuinely surprised to see he'd managed to make me feel good.

"W-what else d-does it uh~ fucking l-look like?" I moaned, closing my eyes and wrapping my fingers around the base of my cock. It only took me about two or three strokes before I came, and a load of cum sprayed up against Taehyung's belly.

"Ah~ dio mio, that was--" I respired in Taehyung's arms, the after-effects of the most intense orgasm I'd ever had rattling me near speechless. "Imagine it being your cock," I whispered, looking down at Taehyung's throbbing erection with a watering mouth. "Imagine it being your cock!"

"Eh--"

I tackled Taehyung like a rabid dog and pushed the man down against the matrass. "You have to put it in!" I almost yelled, attacking my friend like an out of control drug-addict. "Please, please, please, please, please--"

"Moj aniol!" Taehyung said sternly, snapping me out of my little tantrum by pushing me off of him like I weighed as little as a bunny. He held me by my arms and tried to shake some sense in to me, even though I was behaving like a qn absolute satyriasis. "Good things come to those who wait!"

I stared into Taehyung's coffee-brown eyes, and even though the biggest part of me wanted to keep whining and complaining like a brat, I knew I had to respect my darling's wishes. I flew into the butler's arms and wrapped my body around him, smothering him with kisses like the lovesick boy he'd turned me into. "Then I'll wait, mio amore~" I sang at a sickeningly sweet tone. "I'll wait forever!"

Taegyung chuckled and cradled me against his chest like I was a precious little babe.

"As long as you'll make me yours in the end..."

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"Papa!"

I ran up to my father the moment the man stepped through the front doors of my estate.

He looked unchanged.

I hadn't seen him for a total of seven months, and it was only when I laid eyes on him again, that I realized how badly I had missed having a dad. My father wasn't an ordinary man by any means, and he wasn't the warmest parental figure, but I wouldn't trade the sight of his proud smirk for anything in the world.

"Sei cresciuto, figlio mio," my father said without a glance in my direction, adjusting his suit as he strode off straight toward the library.

I scurried after him like a faithful pet, beaming from the inside out from his little compliment alone. "I'm seventeen now, father. I won't be a teenager for long."

"Correct," my father said snapping his fingers for Gonzales to follow after us, who was carrying a curious carton box in his hands. "I brought gifts for Christmas and your birthday."

"Oh, y-you didn't have to, father," I said, glancing back at Gonzales. "You've given me more than enough."

My father took a seat on my reading chair, and I hurriedly found myself a crutch to sit on as well. I wasn't entirely sure what had brought my father to my house, but I was smart enough to know that it wasn't just to give me presents. He had news to bring. Things to discuss. And he was displeased with something. I could tell from the way he rhythmically tapped the armrest of my chair.

"Marco told me you failed your first class," my father said, ripping the bandaid right off. "Knife-fighting."

I swallowed thickly and pressed my knees closely together. I'd been feeling like a grown man for a while now, but in front of my father, I would always turn into a little boy.

"Marco seems to think you're not properly motivated to do your best," my father went on. "And I happen to agree with him."

"Father, I--"

"Tell me your perspective," my father said, folding his hands. "Use your mind, and explain to me why you think you're failing."