He has never wanted anything more than he wants this. He wants to kiss JungKook.

Even when he has no idea how to do it or what it might feel like, his whole existence, his entire physical being is so drawn to JungKook that it must know something Taehyung doesn't.

But angels are not supposed to want -because it's a sin to engage in carnal acts, to enjoy things, to want things.

His body doesn't care, it just burns, so, so bright.

In his final act of futility, he tries to resist. Desperately.

The words are there, almost hanging off his lips but he can't make them come out because the soft lips and the tongue, oh the tongue is right there, licking and the mouth is kissing and sucking on his neck and it feels so good, too good, all Taehyung can do is bite his lip to stop the moans from flying out of his mouth at the touch... -it feels so much better than anything he has ever felt in his hundreds and hundreds of years of existence.

But when JungKook starts moving further down, Taehyung panics, trying to yank his wrists free to no avail.

"N-n-n-no, no, what are you doing?! Please.... I-I.." he pants, still blindly attempting to deny himself the thing he wants the most, his voice in direct contrast to his words. He might as well be begging for it the way he sings with need.

The husky pleads are replaced by a loud shameless scream when JungKook bites gently at a nipple through the thin fabric.

Taehyung's hips stutter, his whole body bending, writhing, his head flinging back in a complete loss of bodily co-ordination from the lashings of heat that crack inside him, slicing through muscle and vein in bright white so intense that for a brief moment Taehyung wonders if he might have died and transcended somewhere beyond Heaven.

When the Incubus tugs at the nub on the other side with his teeth, a sound so low and animalistic it surely shouldn't be coming out of an angel, rips out of Taehyung and hits JungKook right in his twitching cock.

"Oh my...." he grins and Taehyung whines. It's right then that JungKook knows he has already won.

The Angel's cock strains under the already soaking wet, thin fabric and JungKook decides this is his moment, he can't stop now.

Moving further down, instead of releasing the wrists, JungKook drags them with him until they are along Taehyung's hips. Positioning himself strategically, he is able to hold the whole of the Angel down by pinning the wrists and settling over the thighs, leaving his face conveniently aligned with the damp, twitching mound.

He blows gently over the naked midriff where the t shirt has ridden up and feels the Angel tremble under him, so needy, so desperate.

He doesn't even touch, just breathes over the rock-hard rod, the hot air easily breaching the wet fabric and that's all it takes for Taehyung to whine loudly, his head flicking from side to side, eyes closed.

"Should I stop...?" JungKook says, stalling, teasing.

"Yes...hmgh what?...ng... sss-s- stop?" Taehyung sobs virtually incoherent with need, his hips trying to grind against JungKook despite his indecisive words. A small word escapes.

"Please." The Angel's cheeks are bright red, the tint reaching all the way down his throat and chest and JungKook has never seen anything more delectable.

"Please what, baby?" He blows over the honey skin again, causing a cascade of visible chills to travel over the rapidly rising and falling belly and Taehyung moans, his fingers gripping the bedsheets with urgency.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Taehyung shakes his head desperately, whining under his breath, every single muscle of his body straining, his forehead glimmering with tiny beads of moisture.

"I need you to say it, Taehyung." 

JungKook almost (emphasis on almost) feels bad for reducing the Angel into such a needy mess but he can't bring himself to regret it because he has never seen anything as delicious as the desperately writhing man underneath him.

He can't imagine what Taehyung will be like when he actually has his wicked way with him if this is how he is when he hasn't even touched him. The anticipation tightens everything inside him.

"P-p-please..." Taehyung whispers, clearly embarrassed, while JungKook waits patiently for the confirmation that he knows is forthcoming.

"T-t-touch me. Please." When Taehyung finally says it, his entire body slumps, relaxing, giving into the temptation of sin.

It was always going to happen, Taehyung knows that now. The attraction, the pull or whatever it is, it was simply too strong to resist, Taehyung too weak for anything else.

But at least he admits to himself that he has never been happier to fail.

He doesn't know what to expect. He's incredibly scared and excited and filled with need all at the same time and the soup of it just swirls inside him, pressing on his chest, making Taehyung fight for every breath as if it were his last.

The harsh fingers wrapping around his wrists are like shackles, unforgiving and hard and Taehyung is still in denial over how good it feels to be held down, to be made to... submit.

He braves a glance down toward JungKook who is hovering over his... parts and when the man lifts his entirely black eyes, like shiny beads of haematite, to meet his they stare right into Taehyung's soul. The darkness doesn't let go of Taehyung's gaze when the mouth lowers, closer and closer to the bobbing cock trying to poke its way through the damp fabric.

JungKook lingers on purpose, delaying to tease, taking his sweet time to torture and the closer he gets, the more horrified the look on the Angel's face becomes until his eyes finally flick up to the skies as if he were praying for help or perhaps even for forgiveness.

But the second the hot mouth lands, the soft lips smearing over the wetly covered stiffness, Taehyung convulses, his head flinging back, spine arching, waist lifting off the bed, his wrists pulling hard against their fleshy restraints.

And he moans, he moans and JungKook can feel it throb in his cock.

The ruthless grip doesn't give an inch, it holds tight, the Incubus weighing the Angel down while his hot mouth wraps over the whole tip of Taehyung's cock through the fabric.

The sob is loud, melding with a moan so filthy that it seems incredible to think that the Angel hasn't done this before, that his body knows none of this.

The thought pulses stronger and stronger inside JungKook. The knowledge that he is the only person ever to have touched the delight under him, the only person to have heard those moans and sobs fall from those lush lips. It's a heady realisation and it makes JungKook want to claim the Angel for himself all the more.

There is a growl tickling at the back of his throat and he wants to let it out, he wants to unleash himself and rip the Angel to pieces with his lust. He wants to make him cry with joy, weep with ecstasy, beg with such desperation he'd wish he were back in Heaven.

JungKook decides that yes, the Angel will not know what hit him by the time he's done with him.

JungKook starts to move his mouth with more determination over the leaking muscle. He can already tell that it is not going to take a lot to make the Angel come, he is so sensitive and turned on that it would probably be enough just to snap his fingers and he'd be putty.

So he mouths over the wet fabric, lapping and nibbling, circling his tongue over the straining cock, along the edge, down the stem, taking as much of the head in as he is able to and suckling it through the fabric.

Then the whole of Taehyung tenses. JungKook can feel it begin at the feet, toes curling, muscles tensing, his hips trying desperately to lift, the arms fighting JungKook's tight hold, long neck stretching to tilt the head back. The sound that comes out of Taehyung's mouth is like a low purr before he screams and all tension leaves his body.

The room sounds almost eerily quiet after the noises of only a moment before.

Slowly, JungKook releases Taehyung's wrists, a little ashamed to notice that they are bruised from his unforgiving grip. In a very uncharacteristic bout of regret, JungKook lifts the wrists to his mouth and kisses them gently, as if apologising to the skin.

He climbs up to Taehyung who is entirely motionless, his glistening eyes staring at the ceiling. There are tears running down from the corners of his eyes and just for the briefest of moments, JungKook feels regret somewhere deep in the recesses of his black heart.

Lying down next to the suddenly very fragile being, JungKook says:

"Hey, you OK?" there's a previously unheard softness in his voice.

The lush lips wobble and a torrent of new tears stream down Taehyung's temples when he shakes his head and turns to JungKook.

Without even looking up at him, Taehyung buries his face into the crook of JungKook's neck and sobs into it, the smooth, warm skin of the Incubus soaking up the tears.

"Did I hurt you?" JungKook asks, actually concerned.

Furious shake of Taehyung's head is the only answer to JungKook's question.

Taehyung is overwhelmed. Entirely, completely, utterly overwhelmed -his tears a testament to that.

When he was an angel he didn't even know he could cry (or why anyone would want to) and now, the emotions that are hacking his insides to pieces tell him everything he didn't know he needed to know.

This single act of momentary pleasure that he asked -begged- for, has destroyed everything Taehyung has worked for, dedicated his life to for decades.

Everything he is and has been up to this moment has been made null and void by his inability to resist temptation...

... and he couldn't care less.

This is because for the first time in his whole life he feels free -he's done something because he wanted to do it. He chose to do it. He didn't do it because it was expected of him, because it was a task, another hoop to jump through...

No, this, here, happened because he wanted it to happen, he made it happen, just for himself.

The realisation is... profound. Overwhelming.

He never asked to be an angel. He never thought there were alternatives. He didn't know what he was missing by being an angel -he only ever thought being an angel was the biggest honour there was.

The epitome of existence, to be close to God.

"I-I'm fine." Taehyung nuzzles against the pulsing vein on JungKook's neck and wants to kiss it. "I'm fine. I'm sorry, I'm not quite sure what happened there, I'm sorry if I worried you."

Still not quite able to look JungKook in the eye, Taehyung pulls away a little, suddenly very aware of the mess in his pants.

"I-I need to go for a wash." He whispers and turns away without looking at JungKook, face wet with tears.

JungKook moves to go with him but Taehyung just puts a hand up to stop him.