It's hard to stop himself from just ramming into Taehyung but it's even harder to try stay in control of his need and his human camouflage at the same time. He's still sane enough to worry about Taehyung seeing him for who he truly is -because he cannot imagine the repercussions of being discovered.

JungKook doesn't even think to consider what will inevitably happen at the end of the seven days, he doesn't think about how Taehyung will react once the revelation comes, he doesn't wonder about how he, himself, will feel about it.

The only thing he can focus on is here and now and the flustered, desperate creature below him, begging.

His worry over his increasingly fragile camouflage makes JungKook consider his choices carefully. No matter how much he wants to see Taehyung and his angelic face while he crumbles under him, his worry about the Angel possibly seeing him crumble determines his choice of action.

Reluctantly, JungKook shuffles away to take off his pants before settling at the head of the bed, leaning against it with his legs spread widely.

He beckons the Angel and says: "Shuffle in here, I want your ass like this." He grabs the air above his crotch -where his impressive cock lounges against his stomach, raging red and soaking wet- and says "But facing that way..." he points towards his toes.

Taehyung lifts his eyebrows, equally suspicious and confused.

"I want to see my dick going into you." He whispers darkly and hopes it's enough of a reason to explain his bizarre choice of positions just so that he can cover himself lest his real person starts leaking through.

"Don't worry, we can do more than one position..." he reassures Taehyung, smiling, when he sees the hint of disappointment flash on the beautiful face.

When a bright, happy smile lights Taehyung's face, the Incubus feels slightly better.

When Taehyung turns around and starts reversing toward JungKook, to position himself between the legs, JungKook pretty much loses the ability to breathe.

In all his life has he ever seen an ass like Taehyung's and he wonders if he will ever get tired of seeing it.

"Hang on, let me touch you..." JungKook whispers, reverent.

He slides his hands around the buttocks, slapping gently, kneading, spreading the cheeks before running his fingers down the sopping wet crack.

Taehyung moans, his back arching beautifully.

Wanting to check Taehyung is ready enough, JungKook pushes in three fingers and the view of the hole stretching over them is enough to make him moan and his soaking wet cock bob between his legs, so eager to get a piece of the action.

Just when JungKook thinks his fingers sinking into Taehyung's tight hole has to be the hottest thing he has ever seen, Taehyung starts to slowly fuck into the fingers, pushing his ass against them, over them -that's when JungKook changes his mind.

This is by far the hottest thing he has ever seen.

It's so fucking hot, JungKook can't take it anymore.

He pulls Taehyung closer by the lush hips.

"Put your feet under my thighs so you can get close enough." His voice is so deep and so rough it's starting to resemble the voice he has in Hell, his real voice and when Taehyung's ass is finally aligned with his cock, he groans loudly, his fingers, like claws gripping on Taehyung's hips.

"Fuck your ass looks so good..." he purrs, his eyes licking at the vision in front of him.

"Hurry up already." Taehyung whines and JungKook wants to smack his ass for the impudence.

"Are you ready?" JungKook asks, one last time, while he stands up his fat, curving cock for Taehyung to sit on. It looks way too big to ever fit inside the Angel.

He reaches for the lube and adds more, even though there is plenty, spreading it all over Taehyung's hole, up and down his shaft and then, it's time.

"OK baby. Ready when you are..." Taehyung nods, completely unable to speak because this is it. Really it. Nothing will ever be the same after this and Taehyung is doubting he will ever want it to...

He takes a big breath.

"Go slowly, it's going to be a big stretch, don't want you to hurt yourself. OK?"

Rather than answer, Taehyung starts to lower himself on the thick cock.

The pressure on his hole feels amazing and when the spread starts, so does Taehyung's whining.

"Fuckfuck. It's not going to fit, no way." He sobs yet, stubborn, he carries on pushing, slowly but surely.

"Breathe Angel, relax. Take your time."

Gentle hand strokes Taehyung's back and the touch relaxes him.

"You have no idea how fucking good this looks. My fat cock spreading your tight-as-fuck hole, Taehyung. Go on, take it." His voice is a low growl and the obvious lust in it spurs Taehyung on.

Just when the spread feels too much to take, the burn on the side of sore, the head pops in and Taehyung screams.

Immediately a tight grip on his waist helps him stay steady.

"Well done baby. Now slowly."

The ache is strange, the stretch so hot. Taehyung doesn't know if he wants to moan or cry, the sensation is so intense it takes over the whole of his insides, lighting it with a storm of flame and thunder so intense he doesn't really know what to make of it.

But not only does he want it, but he wants to do well, he wants to please JungKook, he wants to feel amazing -so he carries on, knowing he can take it.

He sinks onto the cock, slowly, until it's all the way inside him.

"Fuck. How the hell did that fit inside me?! I think I can feel you in my stomach." Taehyung spreads his fingers over his stomach and speaks in a mixture of wonder, panic and lust, completely unable to move a muscle.

"I nearly came just from watching that, jee-zus." JungKook pants, trying so hard not to move, so hard not to just fuck and fuck. "Just take your time darling, don't rush it."

JungKook reaches around Taehyung and wraps his fingers around the soaking wet, straining cock. He slides his fingers over the slippery top and feels how the wetness has leaked all the way down it and further... and he can feel everything inside Taehyung tense when he moans in response to the touch.

"Fuck. That feels so amazing." He says and Taehyung agrees with a nod.

Without hesitation, JungKook squeezes and starts pumping slowly, running his fingers in the wetness up and down the shaft.

"Ahh!" Taehyung keens, head flicking back, back arching in front of JungKook.

It doesn't take long and Taehyung starts rolling his hips until rather suddenly, he lifts and lands back down a little roughly.

"Fuckfuck. Feels so good...." Taehyung sobs under his breath and then there is no holding him back, he rides, rolling his hips like he's always been doing it.

All the while JungKook watches his thick cock sinking into the hole, impossibly stretching, the hole so eagerly receiving it.

Taehyung doesn't know what to do, where to be or how to feel. He is in a complete mess, his body on fire. JungKook is inside of him. Inside of him.

His body is a pulsing bundle of nerves without beginning or end, just getting brighter by the thrust and every single touch on Taehyung's body just pushes him further and further until a well-timed tweak on his nipple coupled with a squeeze of the tip of his cock and he doesn't even have the chance to say that he's going to come.

Of course JungKook doesn't need to be told, he knows exactly what's going on, his experience of manipulating human bodies is endless, centuries of sex with anything that walks means that he can make anyone have an orgasm... meaning poor Taehyung doesn't stand a chance, only a few strategically placed and timed actions sufficient for him to melt in the hands of the Incubus.

JungKook helps Taehyung off his cock and lies him on his front on the bed. Taehyung's chest is heaving, his neck red and ass shiny and JungKook can't help but to want more.

"You OK, Angel?" JungKook leans over and kisses Taehyung on the shoulder.

There is only a non-committal hum from the covers and JungKook chuckles.

As if he'd have any choice in the matter, JungKook's hands caress the silky curves under him, learning the landscape as he explores. His hands seem to fit on every mound and valley so perfectly it's as if they were made to touch Taehyung and Taehyung only.

JungKook wants to remember this moment -whatever happens- this is significant for him and he can only hope that this is not the last of it, that somehow they will find their way out of this mess they are in. ...

So he brushes his face against the soft back and runs his nose down the groove of the spine, smelling deeply, inhaling the Angel's scent so that he can remember it, whatever happens in the end.

"More." Taehyung mumbles from the depths of the bed.

He lifts his ass a little and wriggles it in the air to emphasise his words.

As if JungKook would do anything other than what Taehyung is asking, he climbs over Taehyung, straddles his hips and admires the glorious view under him.

"Fuck baby, you have no idea... your ass is divine." He rubs the skin, squeezing it gently and sighs in happiness when he sees the used hole between the cheeks.

"Help me, spread yourself for me, Angel."

Without moment's hesitation, the long fingers grab the cheeks and spread them apart until the hole between them winks a little.

JungKook literally dies.

He nudges his shiny, thick head over the hole, just teasing, thinking about entering but not really committing until Taehyung is an absolute whining mess, trying to catch the cock with his ass.

"You want it baby?"

"Ohyes want it so bad..."

JungKook leans forward and pushes until the tight muscle permits entry. "Fuckkkk....." So snug.

He pushes in, all the way, in one harsh thrust, so hard that Taehyung has to support himself against it by pushing against the bed.

No more questions, no more teasing, nothing other than just fucking.

He doesn't slow down, he doesn't go gentle, he rams and fucks in long, ruthless strokes, lifting up onto his arms to slam his hips down against Taehyung's ass so hard that the wet, slapping noises reverberate around the room -almost as loud as Taehyung's wanton screaming.

"Ohfuck...yes.yes.yes.yes.yes.yes.yes." Taehyung pants in the rhythm of the hard thrusts. He spreads his legs as much as he can, lifts his hips up just to get the delicious, heavy cock inside him as deep as it can possibly go.

The pace is bruising, ruthless and JungKook thinks he might come, he can feel his cock pulsing inside the Angel.

The problem is that he really wants to see Taehyung while he fucks him senseless, he really wants to see the mess he is right now, those lush lips, the hazy eyes, he wants to see how he has made that happen, how he is the one that is giving Taehyung so much pleasure that he is falling apart.

So, no longer worrying about the consequences, he rolls Taehyung over and grabs Taehyung's legs, bending at the knees, He pushes them up and over as far as they will go until Taehyung is almost doubled over, thighs along ribs while he holds them down behind the knees.

The view is... there are no words for it. Taehyung is as open as he can possible be, legs spread open and up, pink, swollen hole right there, winking at him. Begging to be filled.

Only then does he look at Taehyung and he is surprised he doesn't come on the spot because fuck the Angel's a mess. His beautiful dark locks are running amok, his cheeks red, lips swollen and shiny but his eyes... they are as dark as the night, completely blown as if darkness itself had taken over him, that's how full of lust they are.

No longer even able to say anything, JungKook climbs in between Taehyung's thighs, keeping them as stretched apart and open as possible before he reaches for him.

The kiss is desperate, like they are both trying to get inside each other, the need so intense that it's shredding their insides.

JungKook doesn't even have to guide his cock, it's so hard and wet and it seems to know the way.

The exact same moment as he enters Taehyung, their tongues push into each other's wet mouths, deep moans resonating and mixing against each other.

The angle of the position is ruthless, the tightness almost unbearable and JungKook is impressed that Taehyung can even take him like this, realising the amount of trust required to allow him to do this.

The thought squeezes something inside JungKook, that the Angel trusts him this much.

JungKook is already close when Taehyung starts whining in a way that the Incubus knows he doesn't have to wait long.

He slams harder, ruthlessly, until Taehyung screams. Kissing is impossible at this pace so Taehyung just holds JungKook's face, so close their rapid breaths mingle, their eyes linked together, lost in each other, body and soul.

Taehyung's fingers grip JungKook's hair when the time comes. Their silent mouths screaming into each other, eyelashes fluttering and just for a moment... something catches Taehyung's eye, even in the middle of the best feeling he has ever experienced.

JungKook's eyes.

For the briefest of moments, they turn red.

The Incubus slumps over the Angel, releasing the stiff legs, burying his face into the slender, sweet-smelling neck below him.

JungKook is overwhelmed. He is shaking, trembling. Strange feelings are swirling inside him and momentarily he really doesn't know what to do with himself. It isn't until he feels the wetness on his cheek that he realises something is wrong.

He lifts his head to see the Angel's wet eyes.

Reacting without thought he kisses the tears, he kisses the eyes, the cheeks, he touches his face with the backs of his fingers in a tender gesture.

The eyes are so full of everything, JungKook doesn't really know what to do or say so for a short moment, he just gently brushes over the bruised lips with his own.

"You OK?" he whispers.

The Angel shakes his head and JungKook can't understand why the beautiful man seems to cry after every time they have sex -at this rate it's going to ruin his hard earned self-esteem!

Wanting to take his weight off Taehyung, JungKook rolls over, easily bringing the slender shape with him.

The Taehyung lands on his chest, chin resting over a slender hand and dark, soft but suddenly very fragile eyes on JungKook.

The silence is rather suffocating.