Ubi Vis, Ibi Errat

Where There's Power, There's Mistakes

Softly, they kissed. Eyes closed and hearts open, their lips met... detached... and met again. Taehyung tangled all ten fingers thru his hair and pulled him closer while Jungkook held himself up by his forearms on the arm of the couch, arching his back so his chest would be tight against him.

Jungkook took a deep breath and opened his lips a bit, hearing and thinking nothing more than the here and now as he heard Taehyung losing a breath and felt him shuddering when their tongues met briefly. Trailing a hand down, Jungkook pulled up Taehyung's tucked-in shirt and finished unbuttoning the last three buttons, allowing his hand to roam freely against Taehyung's muscles and delighting himself with the low moan this brought.

Slowly, Jungkook pulled up his own leg, folding it and passing it over Taehyung's thigh until his knee rested beside his waist. Once Taehyung felt what he had done, he eagerly reached down with both hands; one went around his waist, the other grabbed under his raised thigh, hard. Jungkook moaned into his mouth and rubbed his groin against his, eliciting another moan from him. Taehyung let go of his lips, trying to catch his breath but another moan escaped him when Jungkook rolled his hips again; his head pulled back as his eyes closed. Jungkook took the opportunity to kiss his neck then, while he rubbed and rubbed, feeling both of them getting harder and harder under their pants.

- Jungkook... - Taehyung panted. - Jungkook... - It sounded like a prayer. His hips buckled upwards against him when Jungkook bit lightly down on his shoulder, and, when he moaned again, he reached down to take Jungkook's other leg and fold it at his other side so he would be straddling him.

Now Jungkook's knees were beside Taehyung's waist and he used the advantage to sit up straight. The latter looked up at him with dark yet shiny eyes as he panted for breath, and then his hands grabbed his hips tightly. Eyes never leaving him, Taehyung rolled his hips upwards and against him, and Jungkook's eyelids fluttered at the sensation; at the memory of the night before when Taehyung had filled him up and pushed tightly against that spot, over and over again.

He needed to feel that pleasure again, to feel him inside rubbing against the spot that made his legs go numb. He needed him.

Jungkook put pressure against Taehyung's groin and rolled his hips to watch him close his eyes as he lost a moan. He could feel himself reaching breaking point inside his pants and he bit his lip, stifling a high moan as he looked down at him. Taehyung then straightened up unexpectedly and kissed his neck. Jungkook released his lip from his teeth and couldn't help closing his eyes when he felt friction against his cock. And, when Taehyung trailed his kisses up and up until he reached his ear and kissed it in earnest, Jungkook's eyes rolled back with a moan.

One of Taehyung's hands kept his head still, while the other reached down and grabbed his ass tightly. So much was the stimulation that Jungkook whimpered, needing to take off the restrain of his pants. But loving the intense build-up. He rolled his hips expertly as if it was second nature, hearing Taehyung losing a breath with a smile while riding him with their pants still on. Both of Taehyung's hands grabbed his ass tightly, pressing him suffocatingly against him, and Jungkook's mouth opened as his head fell back. Clenching his teeth and closing his eyes, he moaned, grinning up at the ceiling.

Yes, this was exactly what he needed, what he wanted. He felt powerful, beautiful, wonderful; he felt exhilarated and taken care of. So incredibly taken care of and loved. Needed and wanted.

He tilted his head back down, his hips still moving thanks to Taehyung's hands, and then he purred against his ear.

- You're so good to me. -

It was maddeningly good and he felt so much adrenaline flowing through his body that he didn't want it to end.

Taehyung moaned and leaned back enough to steal a deep and thorough kiss that made the pair of them moan breathlessly, leaving Jungkook a bit dizzy when he pulled back.

- You... - Taehyung lost a breath and then gently leaned forward to lay Jungkook on his back before straightening up again. Then, as he knelt between his legs and looked hungrily down at him, his hands trailed the length of Jungkook's torso; starting on his hips, going all the way up to his neck, and then down and down again. - You make me feel... so good. -

Jungkook bit hard on his lip, feeling the fogginess in his mind as if it was a physical thing, preventing him from thinking about anything that wasn't Taehyung. And getting absolutely high on the pleasure of it; of not thinking and simply feeling good.

Taehyung's stare was so possessive as he looked down at his body and his face that it made him even more aroused. Jungkook remembers seeing him looking at him with tremendous desire, but not exactly with a fire to possess him as he did now. He looked at him as if the idea of being his and his only was arousing. And Jungkook's mind was swimming in so much overflowing desire that he wanted to give him anything and everything he wanted. He wanted to be his alone if it meant being loved like this forever and always.

In three sharp movements of his fingers, Taehyung unbuttoned what was left of his own shirt and simply threw it to the side, never taking his eyes off him. Jungkook's mouth watered at the magnificence of him and his back arched at the knowledge that it wasn't even the whole image. He still had his pants on.

Before Jungkook could realize it, Taehyung was back on top of him, imprisoning him between his strong forearms and taking his breath away in a strong and demanding kiss while their naked chests pressed tightly against each other. Their crotches rubbed together, harshly like their kisses, and Jungkook moaned, feeling his legs tingling and his body heating up even more; feeling his lips unable to keep up with the rhythm of Taehyung's, feeling himself drowning and drowning in pleasure. His eyes closed tightly and he tried to stop his own hips from moving, but Taehyung was still rubbing, hard enough to press him down against the couch, making it impossible to get free of this never-ending pleasure flowing through him.

But then he felt a tension in his balls and the edge he was in got dangerously nearer.

- Taehyung–

He managed to pant out his name, but it had been a mere whisper, and then his lips were taken once more.

Jungkook loved the pleasure, loved the feeling of Taehyung's desperate need for him, loved being right at that maddening edge that made him lose his mind just right. But one thing he surely didn't like was cumming beforehand.

With a mighty tug, he managed to pull his face to the side, against one of Taehyung's forearms, and, panting, he commanded.

- Stop. -

Immediately and with no hesitation, Taehyung's arms straightened, leaving just his hands at each side of his head at the same time that he hoisted himself on his knees, detaching their cocks at last.

They both panted heavily. Taehyung let out a low, needy moan as he looked down at him. He was trembling and twitching, stopping himself from going over that edge.

With his eyes closed and teeth clenched, Jungkook arched his back and moaned, feeling every single part of his body overflowing with need and desire. Even without being touched by him, he could feel his body right there on his skin, feel his heat, his breath, the vibrations of his moans against his lips and chest. It was so mind-numbing to remember back how close they had been.

He opened his eyes again and looked up through his lashes. Taehyung looked so incredibly turned on that he even looked like he was in pain. Maybe he actually was. Jungkook giggled slightly and watched him bite his bottom lip before dropping his head and pressing his forehead to his straightened upper arm.

- Please... - Taehyung whined.

He couldn't understand why, but every time Taehyung whined or looked needy made him feel incredibly turned on. Maybe it was because he was older but he had the power. Just maybe.

Jungkook grinned and trailed up one hand until his fingers were behind his head while his other hand held him by the hip.

- Come here. - He whispered. Carefully but swiftly, Taehyung bent his arms again, and Jungkook folded his arm behind his head, pushing it so his lips were right beside his ear to whisper. - Do you want to cum now, love? - As the fingers on his other hand sneaked their way to Taehyung's groin, the latter moaned, pressing his forehead to the couch beside Jungkook's head; making him chuckle. - Do you? Or do you want to... wait? - He grabbed his dick hard through his trousers and Taehyung had to press his lips to his shoulder to let out a muffled moan; desperate and low. His body shook slightly. It was delicious to feel and hear him like this. Jungkook swallowed.

- I... Ah-I want to... - He was heaving, breathing hard against his shoulder. He couldn't speak, not with Jungkook's hand slowly squeezing him and releasing him over and over again. - Kooky... - He whined, unable to stop his hips from thrusting just as slowly. - Not yet... - He finally breathed out. And Jungkook chuckled devilishly. Slowly he eased his hold on his dick... to then slide his hand farther down and grab him hard by the balls. - Mhhh! - Taehyung nearly shouted against his neck, his hips and legs shaking. - Wait– Ah! - Jungkook squeezed one last time before letting go and sliding his hand over to his back. Letting him breathe as he chuckled.

But it wasn't long until Taehyung had stopped shaking and regained his breath. Before he knew it, Taehyung had slid his arms under him and hoisted him up as he sat back to then stand up out of the couch, taking him along. Jungkook laughed as he held himself to him with his arms and legs and the latter walked determinedly over to the bed.

Taehyung placed one knee on it, laid him down, and then, immediately, unbuttoned his jeans and slid them off along with his underwear, shoes, and socks. In just one tug. Then, took off his own.

Jungkook swallowed down his laughter when the cold air hit his throbbing cock; his head rolled back as his hips rolled up. And then Taehyung's tongue was licking from the base of his dick, all the way up to the tip, and Jungkook's mouth opened wide in a gasp.

The moment he managed to lift up his head enough to look down, it was to see his dick disappearing inside Taehyung's mouth. Jungkook's eyebrows pulled up in the middle when the wave of pleasure hit him, and his head fell back again with a moan. It was so warm and wet and, when he swallowed around him, oh... it was so tight. His legs shook as Taehyung's head lifted, and they were both able to breathe again. But only one cold breeze hit his dick before Taehyung was taking all of him again, like a prodigy. Jungkook's back arched and his hands balled into fists over the covers but aside from being conscious enough to not scream, he couldn't even open his eyes nor stop his hips from meeting Taehyung's lips every time he went back down and swallowed him whole. He could hear him breathing hard, feel his hands grabbing him and touching him so harshly that he knew he'd have nail marks later, but the pleasure was insane and he just wanted to cum...

But only one high-pitch moan was enough for Taehyung to let go of his dick.

Jungkook shook a little as he tried to regain his breath, and felt Taehyung crawling up to meet his panting lips. He left one chaste kiss on his bottom lip, looked him deeply in the eyes, and then caressed the skin of his cheek with his lips as he moved down past his jaw and onto the base of his neck. Taehyung kissed and licked as if his skin was the sweetest candy, making Jungkook pull back his head to let him eat him all up.

And then a giggle escaped Jungkook's lips.

- You're such a good deceiver. - He purred.

Taehyung's lips slowly lifted from his neck as he lifted his head just enough to whisper back, right against his mouth.

- What do you mean? - His voice was low and raspy.

Jungkook swallowed as he grinned and looked at him with half-closed eyes.

- You say you're a bad liar, but not even I could've guessed so much desire laid beneath your skin. - His arms and legs slowly went around him as he continued. - You want me like a starving man... don't you? - He asked coyly.

Taehyung grinned wide, looking drunk with love as a chuckle escaped him and he kissed him once on the lips before answering.

- Of course, my Angel. - He purred back and then kissed him again. - I want you... - Another kiss. - I need you... - He kissed him one more time, but this time it was deep and hard, possessive and needy, eliciting a moan from Jungkook before letting go. He took a deep breath and then said again. - I need you... -

Jungkook bit his lip hard and trailed his hands up and down his back; feeling the muscles as Taehyung's lips took hold of his neck again, but this time harsher. Aiming to mark. Jungkook felt as he swiftly slid his arms around his waist and then pressed them tightly against each other, making him arch his back slightly off the bed. Their dicks were pressed just as tightly and Taehyung started thrusting as he sucked the skin at the base of his neck. Jungkook could only moan in such a tight hold as each thrust reminded him of the night before and just how much of them he could feel inside of him, ricocheting all over his body over and over again.

- Tae... Tae... -

He wanted to tell him to fuck him now and do it hard, but he couldn't even speak. The words would get stuck on the way to his mouth and turn into moans. He whined, trying to move his hips away from such delicious torture but it was no use. Taehyung's low voice was right beside his ear, dizzying him and scrambling his thoughts. All he could do was feel as his mounting pleasure passed a point of no return and his legs started shaking as his hands dug into the skin of Taehyung's back.

Like lightning striking his body, he broke. His head tilted back as he moaned and trembled. Taehyung put his hand over his mouth, pulled back just enough to slide his other hand down his body until he grabbed his sensitive dick covered in newly-spluttered cum, and started stroking him fast and hard. Jungkook grabbed the sheets in one fist and tried to pull Taehyung's hand away from his mouth to tell him to stop, but he was shaking so much. He's never felt something as explosive as this, it was as if his orgasm was being prolonged to unbearable limits. His dick felt so utterly sensitive that each stroke was starting to send shock waves of pleasure. He was moaning, whining, laughing, arching his back, and hitting the bed with his fist; it was mind-wrecking.

When he started sobbing was when Taehyung let go. He kissed his temple, his cheek, and, when he let go of his mouth, he kissed it too. But Jungkook couldn't do anything more than lay there and tremble slightly. He's never felt this level of sensitivity, even the sheets beneath him felt like too much on his skin.

- My Love... - Taehyung whispered in his ear.

Even that sent tremors down his body.

- Yes... - He breathed out, trying to straighten up his scrambled thoughts. But his mind was still numb.

- Can I... - He sounded tentative but also desperate. Gently, the hand that wasn't holding him up, held Jungkook's waist. - Can I...? -

Jungkook had no idea what he wanted. He couldn't even lift his arms.

- What? - He whispered back, opening his eyes enough to see him biting his lip. A giggle escaped him and Taehyung looked up. - Now you're shy? Taehyung... - He shook his head in disbelief and looked as Taehyung grinned before connecting their foreheads.

- You're so mean. - He said with a cute pout.

- Come on... - He purred, regaining enough common sense to figure out what he wanted at last. - Say it. -

- Can we... make love again? -

Jungkook chuckled.

- You're so cute. - Taehyung chuckled as well and then tilted his chin down to kiss him softly, gently, just lips on lips. And when he pulled back, Jungkook whispered, - Do it. -

Taehyung kissed him one last time before straightening up. Jungkook only had one second to admire that beautiful body of his and how the light from the windows made his skin shine before Taehyung crawled back to the edge of the bed and stood up. Lazily, Jungkook turned to lie on his stomach, realizing after he did it that he had just stained the bed covers with his cum, but not caring that much. His dick was still so sensitive that he tried not to breathe too deeply so it wouldn't rub against the bed, and gently folded his arms in front of him to rest his head. Only once he did, did he realize Taehyung was looking at him intently, his dick twitching.

Jungkook grinned and folded one knee, bearing himself. Taehyung visibly swallowed and turned back to the nightstand to finally open it.

If people go up here to clean, do they look through the drawers? What would they think of a married man who had lube and condoms on his nightstand? A very malicious part of Jungkook found it funny, but another part of him felt so bad at the idea that he simply stopped thinking again.

The only thing that mattered was the now and how Taehyung was crawling back to him with what they needed on his hand. In all honesty, Jungkook was tired enough to fall asleep, but he didn't want to skip on the opportunity to feel him again.

Taehyung knelt between his legs as Jungkook folded his other knee. The latter heard him catching a breath before one of his hands held his waist. His palm was so warm that Jungkook sighed, relaxing his body as much as he could now that the excitement tried to tense his body. Taehyung leaned forward to kiss him on the temple before trailing kisses down his shoulder blades and the middle of his spine, and Jungkook had one of those otherworldly milliseconds that had him catching his breath for a moment.

The feeling that Taehyung has done this before, went way beyond the week they've met. And, for a moment, Jungkook had the strangest sensation, as if a warning came from somewhere in his mind; a warning against being one with Taehyung again.

But he wasn't able to think deeper into that strange warning because Taehyung had trailed his kisses back up and was now pressing his forehead against his temple. Jungkook heard his breathing, right there against his ear, felt his hot body over his; he could even feel his heart beating against his shoulder blade. Any other thought had vanished him completely again.

And then cold, lubed-covered fingers were stroking the sensitive rim of his entrance.

Jungkook shuddered and closed his eyes, focusing on relaxing his body. The feeling of those fingers stroking and massaging reminded him of Taehyung's tongue and he shuddered again. He might be feeling sensitive still, but, incredibly enough, it wasn't unbearable. He liked it. He felt himself getting aroused quicker than before and soon he was grinding back against those fingers.

Taehyung let out a low moan just by watching him and Jungkook grinned. But then a finger pushed inside and his hips halted. It didn't hurt, but it felt strange enough for him to have to concentrate again on relaxing. He felt the first knuckle of the finger go in, and then it was pushed back just a slowly. Taehyung kissed his temple and then the finger went in again, this time until the second knuckle. Jungkook gasped softly, but then he felt it curling inside him and gasped louder, feeling that glorious spot being teased very slightly.

- Oh, please, more. - He bit his lip in anticipation as his brows pulled in by the middle.

Taehyung let out a low, sensual laugh against his ear as he pulled back the finger... and then pushed it inside until it couldn't go anymore. Jungkook moaned high and bared his nails against the covers, and when he felt that finger curling, his arms stretched over his head and he had to moan against the sheets. It was just a tease, a torturous and mind wrecking tease.

- More! - He demanded with his mouth against the bed and heard Taehyung laugh over his head as he held himself up on his other elbow.

- Whatever my Angel wants. - He purred with a grin. - Even if I might be spoiling him too much.

Jungkook lifted his head as he felt that finger leaving him once more and said with a grin,

- You're not spoiling me enough. -

Taehyung leaned his head down to kiss his neck as two fingers stroked his entrance. Teasing him.

- You're right. - He breathed out. And when those two fingers made their way slowly inside and Jungkook's head fell forward again, he muttered, - Let me spoil you as I should. -

Jungkook let out a high moan as those fingers went in, curled, went out, and in again. The pace was even, the harshness was mild, and Jungkook could've started sobbing at just how much more he wanted. He wanted to be filled, he wanted his walls to be stretched, and that heavenly spot to be rammed against over and over. Will he have to say it out loud for it to happen once and for all?

- Tae... - He whined.

And that was all it took.

Taehyung took his fingers out and straightened away from him. Jungkook breathed and heard him ripping open a condom. And again, that warning sounded in the back of his head.

But he calmed down when he remembered that nothing wrong had happened because of what they did the night before. If something had, he would've known, wouldn't he? Of course, there was nothing to be worried about.

He felt him leaning over him again, felt him kissing the back of his head, and then felt the tip of his dick slowly making its way inside. Jungkook's eyes rolled back and his breath caught. It hurt now, but there was also pleasure in knowing it was him, and of what was to come. Taehyung stopped with only the tip inside and let out a trembling, low moan. The sound reverberated through Jungkook, loosening up every muscle in his body. His head fell forward until his forehead rested against the bed, and, when he felt Taehyung moving again, he took a deep breath. Jungkook tried to stay loose, but his body slowly started to tense up again until he was gritting his teeth. He let out a strangled moan that sounded more like a sob and Taehyung stopped immediately.

- Does it hurt? - He was breathless, his voice deep with pleasure.

Jungkook unclenched his mouth and took deep breaths.

- No... No, let me just–... - He had completely forgotten about the pain in his rush to feel the pleasure. But now, it felt like his skin would be ripped if he breathed too deeply.

- Ok... - Taehyung breathed out and tried to be as still as possible as the hand that wasn't holding him up, trailed up Jungkook's back. He was still breathing harshly as he brushed Jungkook's hair with his fingers and then gently caressed his way down his spine with his nails; soothing him with soft caresses.

Jungkook could feel his own hands loosening their hold, his yaw as well, the inside of his knees weren't pressing hard against the bed, and, before he could say anything, Taehyung whispered.

- I feel you calmer. - He said it with slight surprise and a bit of wonder.

Jungkook smiled softly against the covers and nodded, resting his head to the side. But Taehyung was still waiting for his word.

His smile widened.

- Go on. - He breathed out.

Taehyung did as he said, moving as slowly as he could, and Jungkook could feel him so deeply, feel him filling him up so much, it made him want to grunt with pleasure. Once he was fully inside, Taehyung moaned, and his forehead fell over Jungkook's shoulder, trying to take a breath. Jungkook couldn't even begin to imagine what he must be feeling, but judging how his body felt over his, it must be leg-shakingly good. He grinned and tentatively rolled his hips back against him. Taehyung gasped and grabbed his hip with one hand right as Jungkook rolled his hips once more, but this time, not so shily. Taehyung moaned shakily and he trembled. His hand held him harder. And Jungkook moaned too; a clear, soft, sensual sound he had no idea he could make.

This new position brought with it a whole new set of sensations. The feeling of Taehyung gripping him, caging him with his arms and body, moaning in his ear, those were top-tier turn-ons but they weren't new. It was the pressure against that sweet spot inside of him that made him moan like that. It seemed like this position angled Taehyung in a way that made him push against that spot way harder than the night before. And maybe that was what had Taehyung on the edge as well; because every time he pushed against that spot, Jungkook would instinctively tighten.

The next time he rolled his hips, Taehyung met him halfway, making his voice shoot up an octave higher against the sheets. His body was so numb as bolts of pleasure burned again thru his veins, his dick rubbed against the bed but it wasn't as sensitive as before, and his mind was so overly saturated with the feeling of Taehyung that he couldn't think or do nothing more than to enjoy. There was not a single lick of pain in his body anymore.

Taehyung pulled back slowly and then thrust mildly hard against him.

- Oh fuck... - He grunted as Jungkook moaned. Then, he did it again but harder. - You like it? - He asked breathlessly against his ear and Jungkook grinned with his eyes closed, knowing Taehyung loved to hear him saying it out loud.

He turned his head towards him so his mouth was free from the covers.

- I love it. - He managed to breathe out before another thrust made him gasp quickly and then moan. Just like the night before, his thrusts were getting more confident with each one he made.

- Ah, you love it? - He trusted again, so deep and hard that Jungkook didn't get time to answer an honest yes before he placed both forearms at each side of his head and thrust so hard that Jungkook's head hit backward, his dick rubbing hard against the covers.

As he moaned against his neck, Taehyung pressed down against him and slid both arms beneath Jungkook's so he could grab him by the shoulders and thrust even deeper. One, two, three, each thrust made the underside of Jungkook's dick rub against the covers while that deliciously sensitive spot inside him was mercilessly rammed. Jungkook was so high up in the clouds that he could barely breathe, his body was taut and loose all at once. Every touch of the bed covers, every sound of Taehyung's and his own, and every hard thrust against his body was sending waves upon waves of mind-numbing pleasure, making him forget everything else.

- Jungkook... - Taehyung moaned against his neck as if in a plea, sending him even closer to that second edge. - Jungkook... - He moaned again, higher than before. Jungkook's legs started shaking, he could feel himself getting tighter just as Taehyung's hips stuttered in their movement.

- Tae... - Jungkook breathed out while on the very edge, bawling the sheets into fists.

Taehyung slowed down for a second, drawing a whine out of him, and then reached one hand down Jungkook's front until he was grabbing his dick. Jungkook gasped once... and Taehyung began thrusting hard and fast at the same rhythm as his fist on his cock. Jungkook trembled and arched his back, moaned high, and groaned against the sheets. It was too much, way too much, but he couldn't cum, his body wouldn't give in even if the pleasure was getting unbearable, it was starting to be too much for him. He moaned and sobbed a little against the covers as he heard Taehyung's beautiful voice getting higher as he got nearer. Desperately, Jungkook tried to move his hips so he could cum once and for all, but Taehyung was pressing him down with his whole body, making it impossible. He felt him shuddering, felt his hand trembling, heard his voice stopping, and then,

- Ah! - He came hard in a deep thrust and then, as he shuddered and grunted, he bit the base of his neck gently but hard enough to make Jungkook moan.

Jungkook hadn't been able to cum, he was still on that edge, still trembling and in desperate need to release.

Taehyung kissed where he bit and slowly pulled out. Jungkook whined in protest as he felt him kissing up his neck and jaw until he was kissing his temple, and then he tried to whisper,

- I didn't–... -

But Taehyung kissed his lips, cutting his words before leaning back enough to answer in a husky voice,

- I know. -

But before Jungkook could say or think anything else, Taehyung was sitting back on his heels, making him tremble at the sudden cold of his absence, and then took one of his knees to turn him over swiftly. Jungkook saw him leaning back down over him while his own hands were still over his head and then, surprising him, he dried away his tears with his thumb. Jungkook hadn't realized he had actually shed tears of pleasure. Taehyung leaned down and kissed each of his cheeks before kissing his lips, his breathing still ragged. And then, without further adieu, his lips went from being against Jungkook's mouth to being against his dick.

Jungkook's head hit back against the bed with his mouth open as he felt him swiftly swallowing him whole and he had to put a hand over his lips to muffle his moans when he felt two fingers entering and curling inside of him. With Taehyung's mouth sucking him, one hand ramming solely against that spot inside, and the other trailing up his torso to then drag his nails down his chest and abs, Jungkook saw stars.

He came so hard that Taehyung had to hold his hips down with one hand while he sucked him dry. His abs contracted, making the upper part of his body curl inwards and lift off the bed for a moment before falling back down and arching his back.

Too much, it was too damn much. He tried to close his legs, trying to tell him without words that it was enough because he couldn't get a hold of his own voice, but Taehyung merely took hold of both knees and kept them wide open as he sucked and sucked.

It wasn't until he was trembling worse than ever that Jungkook had absolutely enough.

- ¡Stop! -

He said it way louder than intended which was exactly why he had tried to close his legs in the first place, and he immediately felt sorry for it when Taehyung not only let go of his dick but let go of him entirely and jumped back off the bed and onto his feet. Jungkook let go of his mouth again to try and tell him to come back but his body had given out completely, he couldn't even lift his eyelids anymore, much less a finger or a hand. He was trembling still, jolting from time to time; feeling his dick so utterly sensitive as if it had been rubbed raw.

After a moment or two, he felt the bed moving and felt his hot body close to his by his side. But he didn't touch him.

- I'm sorry. - Taehyung said tentatively.

This was exactly what he feared.

- No, no... - Jungkook tried to speak but his voice dragged a little and his mind was just as tired as his body, so, using every drop of energy he had left, he opened his eyes a little to look at him, rolled himself to the side until he was snuggling in his chest and kissed his neck before muttering. - I loved it... - And he succumbed to the utter relaxation of his whole body, falling asleep without any worry in his mind.

Taehyung looked down at him and gently hugged his sleeping form with both arms; one around his waist, the other around his shoulders. And he frowned slightly.

He wanted to wake him up and press him about it, about whether or not he enjoyed himself thoroughly. He had been left wondering and worried, not sure if he had been selfish or not. But Jungkook was sleeping right now, and it would be very selfish to wake him just so he could give him peace of mind. All he could do was hug him and feel all of his heightened feelings go south without Jungkook's words to reassure him.

He'd heard something about aftercare from his peers when he attended uni, but they'd talked about it as if only women needed it. Now, he could feel that wasn't the case.

It wasn't the first time Taehyung had gone a bit overboard with it and left Jungkook so tired that he fell asleep, but, even so, he needed to be reassured once they were done. He thoroughly hated feeling like he did something wrong to someone he loved so much.

He tried to relax a bit. But couldn't.

Maybe Jungkook did enjoy himself just now, but Taehyung knows he took him to extremes he's never been before, making him shed tears and tremble worse than ever. The last thing he wanted was to hurt him, but the power of choosing when and how Jungkook would cum could eventually do that and he was afraid of hearing him screaming at him to stop once more, this time with tears of pain. But he knew himself enough to understand that, even if he didn't want to lose himself to power like that again, he couldn't simply choose not to do it. This problem of his ran too deep.

Taehyung's jaw tightened and he reached out an arm to throw the covers over their naked bodies.

Ever since a crowd of his classmates nearly drowned him in alcohol and he was forced to do things he didn't want to, his right to choose or speak has been shackled, and so, any power he could've had was diminished. Everything that happened after, had been more than out of his control, he barely gets any chances to make decisions or to speak up his mind. He never chose where he lived, what he wore, where he worked, or even his wife. All those things were chosen by other people who had the power he never had; the power to rule over his life.

Daphne controls the house. Her parents control his life. The students control his attitude in class. And when he made the single selfish act of taking his kids outside from time to time, he was proven to have done wrong when he heard their screams thru the phone.

Hearing Jungkook screaming at him to stop had been like another bucket of ice water. He'd been so lost in the high feeling of control that he hadn't realized he could've been making the same exact mistake: Taking too much control.

Maybe now, at this age and time, it was a mistake to leave him with too much control or power. He'd been too long without it that he forgot how to wield it properly. He was no better than Daphne's dog, so how could he be the wolf he wanted to be with Jungkook?

He's been getting better at it, the more he's with him. But he needs to slow down his own pace before he makes a terrible mistake.

Taehyung tried moving a little bit lower so he could hug Jungkook closer and hide in his hair.

Maybe he's overreacting by worrying so much and his feelings are simply much more scrambled than this morning, but even so, he'll need Jungkook to look him in the eye and tell him there's nothing to worry about. The last thing he wants is for his problems to interfere between them, so... he'll tell him about it.

But later. Just now, it might really do him good to fall asleep. Maybe he'll wake up feeling lighter than this.

Taehyung made sure Jungkook was comfortable and that his body was covered, then tried to sit up as much as he could and saw that it wasn't even half-past twelve in the afternoon, and made a mental note to take a quick nap before taking a shower and heading off to bring up some lunch. Then... he snuggled close to Jungkook, needing him to embrace him as well.

Emily sighed as she sat down on the same table they used that morning and cringed as she laid her tray on the table. She had been too obvious.

- Wow, tell me about it. - Tom immediately chimed in, looking at her intently with his chin over the back of his hand. Jimin hadn't even finished with his food but he had pushed aside his own tray.

She gave him an apologetic little smile and began to cut her meat into tiny pieces.

- Just... Jungkook and Leo aren't here, that's all. - She muttered and took a bite.

- Ahhh... - He nodded, frowning slightly. - I wonder... - She looked up again. - Did you forget to mention Finn or you just don't like him? -

She nearly choked on her food by how rapidly she swallowed it down.

- No, no, no. - She said frantically as she shook her head. - Of course not, he's kind and a very good listener. It's just that Leo, Jungkook, and I have been friends for a very long time so... I don't like it when they're not here now that we can be together. - She looked away and dared take another bite, but the conversation was really uncomfortable. Mainly because Tom made her a bit uncomfortable.

- Yes, I see. - He muttered and went back to eating. So Emily took advantage of his silence and took out her phone from her bag, to call them. - What is it between you and Leo? -

Again, her eyes widened down at the table before she looked up at him. But he looked so utterly unbothered that she wasn't sure if he was trying to be funny or if he actually meant it.

If he meant it... what would it mean? What is he expecting to gain from this?

- Well... - She frowned a bit and figured that, if Tom was asking about her relationship status to see if he had a chance, then she should make it clear that he doesn't. - Well, Leo and I made a promise when we were eighteen that we would get married, so... -

Tom burst out laughing. He closed his eyes and lowered his head, trying to stifle it with a hand, but there's no denying that he was laughing at her.

A lump rose in her throat. Before, no one would have dared treat her like this once they saw Leo by her side. But he wasn't here to protect her and she had no idea what to do to stop Tom.

- What's so funny? - It was the only question she could come up with and her voice was just as thin as the walls around her heart. She thought he wanted to talk, not to make fun of her.

Tom took deep breaths, trying to calm down, while Jimin on the other side could've been sleeping on his chair and no one would notice with the hood covering half his face.

- May I ask where your "soon-to-be husband" is? -

He was absolutely mocking her and she had no idea why.

- I don't know... - She straightened up a little bit. - And I don't have to know. He can go wherever he pleases, I know he'll always come back to me. - She tried defending not only herself but Leo as she said the words her mother had once said about her own husband. Something she later came to know was something her father really appreciated. However, right now, it was only gaining her laughter. - Why are you being so mean all of a sudden? - She asked, bewildered, having had enough.

Just this morning, he'd been silently looking at Jungkook over and over again as if mocking him somehow, and now this?

What is going on?

- Because... - He straightened up his head and gave her a horrible, wide grin before saying, - I was only trying to see how long it would've taken to make you cry. Since I know that only a few words from Jungkook made you run from his room, I wanted to see for myself if you were as delicate as I thought. And I was right, wasn't I? -

The corners of her mouth moved unstoppably downwards as her lips trembled. She was just about to take her stuff and leave when Tom suddenly looked towards the stairs and sighed deeply.

- Well... guess the fun's over. - She looked as well and saw Leo and Finn finally coming their way. - Let's go, Jim. - They both stood up and Emily gaped at Jimin. He'd been awake and listening and let his friend treat her like that even after what she'd done for him? - It was very funny how easy it is to make you cry. Let's do this again, alright? - He laughed at her one last time, took a deep breath through his nose as if deeply satisfied, and left with his tray in one hand and his bag over his shoulder, just like Jimin.

There was such a horrible, burning feeling rising up within her that made her want to punch something. And that was the worse part.

She hated being or feeling violent. But he made her feel like that.

Once Finn and Leo got to the table and left their stuff, she didn't even answer Finn's greeting, she simply stood up and got to Leo's chest with her hands over her crying face.

- Em? - Leo muttered, utterly confused, his hand just having left his tray over the table. Then, tentatively and much slower than he had ever done it, he embraced her. - What is it? -

She frowned so deeply that she nearly stopped crying in her shock.

He'd never asked that. It has always been "Who did it?" so he could have someone to punch, never "What is it?". That was a question someone like her mother would ask because it was a question that entailed emotions, as in the emotions are the ones at fault and there was no one to punch but instead something she needed to let out.

Why was he asking something like that? Why was he hugging her so tensely? Why was he even speaking so low? Hadn't he seen Tom leaving the table just now?

The situation was so strange that she took a step away from him and quickly dried her tears to look up. And, as he slowly let his arms drop to his sides, she saw it.

The skin around his eyes was slightly red. As if... As if he'd been...

"What is it?"...

Leo rarely ever cries or speaks about feelings... What is happening?

- Emily. - She looked to the side and found Finn... with a half beaten-up face, openly worried about her. But, how... who had punched him? When did it happen? Why did it happen? - Did something happen in class today? -

Her worry cut short and her breathing quickened.

His mother could've asked that question with the same exact expression on her face. Finn had openly talked about how they should all speak about feelings in an emotional way, he'd proven to be gentle and thoughtful and not at all as a man should be. Not at all like Leo had always been. In fact... that even looked like a bruise Leo would leave with only one punch. And now Leo's acting unlike himself, very unlike himself, he even looks disorientated right now instead of focused, dominating the scene.

What is happening?

- Tom. - She blurted out, nearly desperately, holding her hands up to her chest as she looked worriedly up at Leo. - Tom made me cry. -

Finally, Leo looked angrily towards the stairs. But... Instead of running after him, he sighed very deeply as he muttered under his breath.

- Motherfucker. -

- Aren't you...? - She tried again. - Aren't you going to go after him...? -

To her further dismay, he frowned and looked down as he folded his arms over his chest. But not to puff up his muscles like he usually does.

- I bet that one left because he knew I was coming. I'll not be finding him anytime soon. And he'll go to Jungkook's anyway, I'll meet him then. - He looked so... tired. Way more tired than was physical; he wasn't even looking up at her.

- What are you–...? What do you mean you'll meet him then? - She muttered, her tears drying with the cold breeze. And when he looked up at her, he looked confused. - You never wait to punch someone later, you never think about it twice... - She shook her head up at him and he opened his eyes as if only now realizing it.

Tom's laughter reverberated through her head.

- I don't think he has to punch anybody. -

Emily blinked and saw Finn coming from behind Leo to stand a step before him. His bruised face, closer to her. He had rounded Leo just to be between them. And Emily had no idea what to say; his stance? his words? the conversation they were having in a crowded, public place? She felt bewildered.

- I think I understand where the surprise is coming from. - Finn talked to her openly and gently. - When someone used to hurt you, he would avenge you, wouldn't he? - Slowly, she nodded as her arms hugged her torso. - And now that he's not doing it at once, you think something's wrong. - She didn't nod. It wasn't a question. - I think it could be something Tom said that made you doubt many things and now you see this moment as if something's crumbling instead of realizing that... maybe Leo's just growing. And he realizes that he would be wasting his time and energy on running after someone that he'll inevitably meet later in the day. - Emily's frown disappeared. Her jaw slackened with her lips shut. Could he be right? - Let's eat. - He said with a soft, encouraging smile. - He'll tell you about what happened in class, you'll tell him what happened in yours, and we can all be reassured that Tom won't go unpunished for this, alright? -

She didn't whisper a reply right away but she nodded a little. Still confused and questioning whether Leo also had a bruise somewhere, aside from the one he had before. Finn just nodded back and turned to give a nod to Leo who had been looking at the floor until Finn turned to him.

As they all sat down before their trays, Emily looked from one to the other, thinking that... even if what Finn had said was right, she still could feel like something wasn't. She could feel it in her gut, that something was shifting as terribly as it was in the capital and the last thing she wanted was for blood to spill just like it had done over there. But the more she looked at them, the worse she felt, starting with the fact that Finn was sitting right next to him, but there was an empty seat between Leo and herself.

She swallowed down her food along with a tightening in her throat and took a deep breath before speaking as calmly as she could.

- Do you guys know where Jungkook is? -

Leo scoffed and looked away, displeased. Finn saw him and then turned his head to answer her when it appeared that Leo wouldn't.

- I guess he's with Taehyung if he's not in class. -

- He's "that teacher", don't give him a name. - Leo muttered angrily before taking another bite, looking down at his plate.

Finn frowned a little as he looked at him.

- I thought you'd accepted this friendship already. -

- Friendship my ass. - He muttered again and tossed around bits of lettuce with his fork as he rested his temple over his knuckles, his elbow on the table. - I've said it over and over but no one wants to believe me. That "friendship" is toxic as fuck. - He scoffed again. - And, let's not forget that he could be with that teacher or with that girl he won't tell us about. He could even be having another attack and we wouldn't even know it. -

Ending in a low, tired voice, it was easy to see that Leo was feeling left out by his own friend.

This grumpiness was normal enough that Emily nearly sighed with relief, trying to convince herself that the strangeness of before was due to this same topic and had nothing to do with Finn's unexpected bruise.

- Well then. - Emily tried to go back to her usual character with a deep breath. - Whatever he's doing, I hope he's alright. Whatever will be better than fighting people for no reason, right Leo? - She looked up with a hint of a smile, waiting for him to chuckle; to recognize the reference and find it amusing as always.

But he frowned down at his food and leaned back on his chair. Looking unusually as if he didn't want to eat anymore.

Her smile faded as her body stilled over, and she looked at him up and down, trying to figure out what could be wrong with him today of all days and refusing to think it had anything to do with Finn.

But that thought alone made her snap again. She dropped her fork onto her plate and pushed back her chair, catching his attention at last.

- What's wrong with you? - She muttered in distress.

And it was as if the air went still and the rain had stopped.

He looked at her, his eyes widened, his breathing stopped, his body tensed over, and he stood up, pushing his chair back, looking directly at her as if terrified. Looking at her like he would look at a scary movie when life had been much easier. And as the lump got heavier in her throat, she stood up as well and took her bag.

But before she could take more than three steps away, he stopped her by the elbow, pulling her harshly enough to turn her around.

- Let me take you to your room. - He muttered low but hurriedly, looking down at her as if imploringly.

He was still acting strange.

- Why? - She asked, forcing herself not to cry.

- To... take a nap. - He blurted out, grabbing her shoulders. - Like we usually did in the auditorium. Let's just go take a nap, we're both tired, it's been a... draining morning. - His breathing was still faster than usual, his eyes too pleading.

She was just about to refuse with a frown on her forehead, but then she saw Finn nearing them, ready to take hold of Leo's shoulder, and she blurted out,

- Yes! You're right. Let's go. - And she tugged at him.

But he didn't move.

She turned her head and noticed he was staring behind him at Finn who had managed to catch his shoulder.

They weren't speaking. Just looking at each other. Both frowning yet with different feelings in their stares. Until Leo turned his head, took a step towards her, and kept on walking by her side with his head bowed; bag on one arm, Emily holding on to the other.

A simple goodbye would've been much better than that.

Now Emily had to restrain herself from running away from him at the awful strangeness of knowing Finn had been looking at him as if knowing why Leo wanted to go with her and Leo looked back with nothing but sorrow in his frown. As if he was somehow forced to go napping with her. As if it hadn't been their everyday thing after lunch. As if he hadn't promised her that he will spend the rest of his life living happily with her.

But he'd been acting strangely for a while now.

She simply had to swallow down her sobs as she held on tightly to his arm. Somehow hoping that, by doing so, she was also keeping the Leo that she loved in the body of this... stranger.

Yoongi and Hoseok had been driving for more than an hour to a location that was two more hours away, with a heavy tension holding back their tongues.

They hadn't heard from Elliot or Rixon since they were told they'd made a mistake in not informing their superiors.

It wasn't only the blow to their energy cores that had them uneasily looking out the windows instead of using their powers, but also the blow to their egos. They were supposed to have everything under control just like they did at home. They were supposed to be the seconds in command to each of their Cores, but instead, they were making rookie mistakes by thinking they could fix the problem without ever having to tell their superiors. No, they had to have told them the moment Alex took him and then inform them what their plans were to retrieve him. But somehow their pride jumped out and they rushed to action without thinking of the consequences.

Hoseok took a deep breath, feeling like a weight had lifted from him and he could think critically again. However, he wasn't naive enough to believe it had anything to do with the lack of noise around them, but with the location. Since they weren't in the university anymore but far from it and The Rose, it was obvious enough what had been the cause of their mishaps.

And it was also worrying.

- Something changed. - He muttered low but loud enough to be heard over the wind coming through the open windows. He frowned as he looked at the extension of green lands with spots of farmhouses, and waited for Yoongi's answer.

It was a moment before he did.

- I also noticed it. My mind's clearer. - He sighed and leaned back while driving, looking utterly disappointed at himself.

Hoseok saw him and nodded, feeling just the same.

- So... Do you think Jungkook broke the promise? -

Both grimaced at the idea. At the small betrayal, yes, but also the consequences that would've brought. Or the consequences it already brought.

- It would make sense. - Yoongi propped an elbow on the door and scratched his forehead. - Last night, Garrett and I fought for the stupidest thing ever but it also felt like we both had pent-up anger in us. But the thing is... I don't. I have been angry at him for many reasons, yes, but I always grow out of it. Push it to the back of my head. And last night I felt just as angry as I used to when I was a teenager. Even this morning I still felt like that. Or even worse. - He sighed as if the memory of his demeanor repulsed him, and scratched his forehead again.

Hoseok wasn't so far off, having to fold his arms over his chest at the caving sensation in it; at the utter embarrassment.

- I was also acting like a teenager. Most of all with Garrett. - He sighed, disgusted with himself at the looks he had thrown his way or how he would touch him not only gently but as if to insinuate something more, and the night before with him on the bed... There were no words for Hoseok's shame.

Even Yoongi groaned as if he remembered.

- And Garrett had been so fucking nice since he got here. Not so much excited nor happy, but willing to learn and adjust; willing to help in every way he could even if it was by giving away the last bit of energy he had. - He gritted his teeth and grabbed the wheel with both fists. Remembering why Garrett always had so little energy left.

Hoseok placed his palms over his face and ran them up to the back of his head, completely tensed over.

- She's going to kill him, Yoongi. - His breathing quickened.

- We'll find him before she–... -

He couldn't even finish his sentence.

Hoseok groaned and closed his eyes.

- We should've taken what she was doing to him much more seriously from the start. What were we thinking? That Garrett was being stupid by staying with her? - He groaned louder and bent over, feeling acid burning in his stomach. - He had obviously been claimed, why had no one seen the signs? - He was beating himself up for every single tiny mistake, but this one, this, most important one, made him want to whip himself raw.

But just then, Yoongi jumped in his seat as if startled, frightening him enough to straighten and look, but he was looking ahead at something in the road, and, before Hoseok could see what it was, Yoongi was hitting the breaks so hard that, if it hadn't been for the seat belt, he would've hit the windshield.

- Draven and Macaria. - Yoongi muttered, frozenly still looking in the distance.

Hoseok frowned confusedly as he regained his breath, and looked up.

There were two dots getting nearer, running faster than wildcats on the grass on each side of the road.

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