Shaking himself out of the depths of his thoughts, JungKook pulls his fingers out of Taehyung's mouth and weaves them into the dark locks instead, yanking back firmly. He rolls onto his back and brings Taehyung with him to sprawl over his chest, facing the heavens.

He yanks the final remaining item of clothing, the t-shirt, fully up above Taehyung's nipples without finesse.

"Fuck. Look at you, Angel. You are such a mess... just for me..." JungKook whispers the filthy words directly into Taehyung's ear while holding him in place by the tight grip in his hair, making sure not a word is missed.

Taehyung is exactly where he wants to be, so eager to discover everything there is to discover that he rejoices when the change in position frees his hands to touch JungKook, even if it is a bit awkward from where he is.

He reaches behind to do just that but all he receives is a tut and a shake of the head against his temple.

Confused, Taehyung tries to look at JungKook, only to realise he can't move his head because of the tight grip that holds it.

"Don't touch me. Touch yourself." JungKook voice is deep and rough, so, so obviously turned on.

"Myself? You want me to touch myself?" Taehyung's voice wavers -he doesn't have a clue what to do.

"Yes, Angel. I want to watch you touch yourself... ..." JungKook purrs at Taehyung's ear.

"I-I-I don't know what..." Suddenly he feels stupid because he's only just remembered who he is supposed to be. Maybe this is how the person he is supposed to be plays with his husband. Taehyung is in way over his head. The words die on his tongue even though at this point it really wouldn't matter if he revealed his identity since he has failed on a more significant point: actually being an upstanding angel.

"You can do it, don't be shy now." JungKook says, calmly, as if he didn't have a fist full of someone's hair in his hand, or his stiff dick pressing against the very man's behind.

When JungKook gives him a little bit more leeway in his grip, Taehyung lifts his head and looks down.

Embarrassment tints his cheeks when he sees the deeply flushing, wet rod stretching out of its dark nest, pointing at him, angrily demanding attention.

"Touch your nipples for me, Angel."

Taehyung is so over his guilt by now, he really doesn't care anymore, he just wants everything there is to be had and he willingly accepts the consequences because he cannot live without knowing...

The fact that JungKook is whispering at his ear like the devil himself when Taehyung is the innocent, unspoilt angel... well it just gives everything a different vibe altogether.

Every word of temptation dripping from the sinful lips merely serves to sink Taehyung deeper and deeper into his desire and the fact that JungKook keeps calling Taehyung by the name that actually describes him makes everything even more sinful than it already is.

It continually highlights the depth of his ruin which, of course, makes everything ten times as hot just by the fact that it's so forbidden.

Taehyung's fingers shake hard enough that he's worried JungKook is going to notice but he is too invested to stop now. He needs to know... everything. He wants to know everything there is to know about himself, about his body, about his innermost feelings.

And he wants JungKook to show him.

Obeying the gentle command, Taehyung closes his eyes and relaxes against JungKook, preparing mentally. His hesitant hands hover over the nipples until he finally takes the plunge and touches the heated flesh.

He's not sure which makes him jump more, the feeling of touching his own nipples or JungKook's rough voice in his ear telling him not to close his eyes.

"Look at yourself, baby."

Taehyung breathes deeply and looks down, biting his lip.

The little firm nubs feel so warm, soft, textured -something that anyone would surely like to touch and keep on touching, given the opportunity. Taehyung rubs the tips of his fingers over the dark circles and just feels his heart beat, faster and faster by the rub.

Briefly, JungKook leans away to reach for something but just when Taehyung's chest starts heaving from his gentle fingers still sliding over his nipples, a hand lands on his thigh, gently stroking up and down, sending gusts of goosebumps up and down his limbs.

Slowly, agonisingly slowly, the hand moves and caresses over the soft flesh of the silky thigh, further and further around and upwards, closer to all things sensitive, and Taehyung can hardly breathe for how fast his heart is beating.

"P-please, JungKookie..."

There it is again -that small, desperate, powerless word. Taehyung decides he quite likes saying it because it seems to him that not only does he like being told what to do but he also likes being made to wait, the powerlessness of it appeals to him not just because he knows JungKook will look after him but also because pleading makes the eventual reward ever-sweeter.

JungKook chuckles gently and slips from under Taehyung, getting up onto his elbow. He hovers over the Angel, staring deeply and quietly, as if his eyes would say everything he wants to say.

"What is it, Precious? Tell me what you want..." he whispers, leaning down to almost speak against the lush lips.

Taehyung reaches up and throws his arms around JungKook's neck and pulls him down for a kiss.

A desperate, heated, wet kiss.

Long fingers travel, grabbing and scratching at JungKook's back, pulling him close with obvious desperation.

"Heyheyhey, Taehyung. Calm down, I'm not going anywhere." His voice smiles.

He traces Taehyung's cheek with a look on his face that Taehyung has not seen before. So warm, affectionate... loving? Slowly, the fingers draw along Taehyung's contours from the face all the way down to the lush hip, when he says:

"I want to make you feel really good?" he whispers it as a question to give the Angel one last way out but he nods immediately. Before Taehyung has even finished nodding, the soft limbs move, spreading open, offering JungKook to do as he pleases.

JungKook cannot stop staring at the view in front of him.

The most stunning being he has ever seen staring up at him with open, expecting, needy eyes, the gorgeous, naked body all for him to touch and possess. He can't quite believe his luck.

Briefly, JungKook runs a thumb over the swollen pink lips wondering if he'll ever be able to kiss anyone else again. He leans down to kiss Taehyung's neck, which immediately opens up, wanting more and the sounds, the delightful sounds rising out of Taehyung's mouth have JungKook's cock leaking against the lush hip in front of him.

It simply isn't possible to delay any more, so JungKook continues his journey up Taehyung's thigh and when he reaches the very top, the softest skin right between Taehyung's soft thighs, he runs his fingers gently along it and Taehyung whines, his hips lifting.

"Stay still, Angel."

While JungKook explores the most private parts of Taehyung, the Angel's teeth squish his thick lip lower lip in concentration but even that can't stop the desperate whines when JungKook's fingers draw small circles on the tender flesh before tracing along the creases of the thighs and around the warm, delicate spheres. By the time the tattooed fingers wrap around the base of Taehyung's cock, the Angel's an absolute mess.

"P-please... stop teasing, I can't take it. Please." He sobs, pleading with wet, needy eyes.

"Alright, darling." JungKook hums under his breath, pleased.

He leans back and when his fingers return and land right on Taehyung's twitching hole, they are wet and cool and the sensation has Taehyung's eyes rolling.

"Ohh..."

"Spread your legs more. Are you ready?"

Taehyung has never been more ready in his whole life.

"Please." Impatient, long fingers wrap around JungKook's wrist and tug it toward the hole.

JungKook slides over and around the entrance, gently testing the tightness. He wonders how he's ever going to fit in it with his Incubus cock. The thought of trying has his spine quaking.

When he slips the first finger in, Taehyung practically cries, his waist arching off the bed.

"Fuck." Taehyung blushes immediately -more from using the lewd word than the finger up his ass. It feels strange on his tongue but saying it feels so liberating.

JungKook refrains from asking if the Angel is OK -after all, it's not supposed to be their first time. Instead, he takes longer to move around slowly, taking his time to observe Taehyung carefully.

Only bliss registers on his divine, flushed face.

Pushing deeper, JungKook leans over Taehyung again, to catch his unfocused eyes to stare right into him when he adds another finger. He sees the open mouth fixed in a silent scream, the furrowed brow, the gentle pink on the cheeks, so delectable.

"You like having my fingers inside you, don't you Angel?" He licks into the open mouth.

"L-love it... please." JungKook can hear the tremble in his voice.

Taehyung can't even bring himself to be embarrassed over losing his faculties like this -for allowing the lust to take over his body- because he has never felt anything like it before. It's positively overwhelming.

If he weren't so preoccupied by his body being on fire, he would feel angry over having been denied this, over being the only kind of being not allowed this. How could such a sublime feeling ever be considered bad, sinful?

Taehyung doesn't even think when he lifts his knees up and holds them, opening himself up completely for JungKook to fuck deeper with his fingers. There is such a need inside him, it's now the only remaining thing in Taehyung's mind.

"Fuck." It's JungKook's turn to swear when he moves lower -to position himself between Taehyung's legs with the feet fidgeting in the air- and sees the view of the pink hole just waiting to be claimed and abused.

"I can't wait to be inside you, Angel." He whispers.

He squirts enough lube to make everything shine with it and runs his fingers over all of the surfaces between Taehyung's thighs before circling a thumb around the fluttering hole.

"C'mon JungKookie, please, don't keep me waiting." Taehyung demands with surprising confidence.

Three fingers push in and the stretch is like a burn inside Taehyung and he squeals in that space right between pleasure and pain.

"You are so not ready, Taehyung, not for me." He carries on pushing and Taehyung just pants and whines, eyes, scrunched shut, head flicking side to side from the intensity of all the feelings swirling inside him. The need, the vulnerability, the warmth in his chest, the absolute trust he feels toward JungKook -which seems so utterly impossible after only a few days.

JungKook leans between the spread thighs to kiss Taehyung while he carries on fucking into the incredibly tight hole with his fingers, Taehyung whining to the rhythm of their rocking.

The Incubus can't help but to roll his hips -to join the dance of their bodies- as if his fingers were his cock, already inside the tight hotness that is Taehyung.

"More, please. Pleasepleaseplease." The wet, pleading eyes staring up at JungKook really are the last straw.

"OK but need to go slow and I think you need to be on top so you can be in control." This is the best, the safest choice, because JungKook feels his control slipping, badly, his whole person crumbling under the weight of his need for Taehyung.