Immediately, the intense, dark eyes remind Taehyung of how JungKook looked when he was about to engulf his soaking wet cock hiding in the pyjama bottoms with his mouth. He's thinking about that, Taehyung realises.

Without giving himself too much time to think, Taehyung wraps his lips around the fingers and sucks a little.

JungKook actually moans quietly, eyes rolling, his other hand flying to the side of Taehyung's neck for support.

Testing the feeling, Taehyung moves up and down a few times, tongue flitting between the wet, slippery fingers before he pulls away slowly, his wide, dark eyes staring at JungKook with poorly disguised want.

Suddenly, a tender thumb travels along Taehyung's jawline to circle around to his mouth and the small clouds of cream still there get slowly caressed and smothered into the lush lips and JungKook can't take it anymore, the temptation is too much.

"Taehyung... fuck. You're absolutely killing me..." He breathes heavily.

All hell breaks loose and in a second JungKook's mouth is on Taehyung's. Hard and demanding.

Strawberries and cream scatter all over the floor when JungKook slams against the Angel and shoves him harshly against the kitchen units, slender waist bending over the worktop when hips push against hips.

Taehyung moans into their mouths and gives JungKook a complete surprise when he gives as good as he gets, his long fingers twisting into JungKook's hair, yanking, demanding more, fingers fisting into the t-shirt, nails clawing at the back of his neck.

There's so much JungKook wants to touch that he doesn't know where to start, his fingers are itching to get to every curve of the Angel's body and just make him weep.

Before he even has the chance to sneak his fingers underneath Taehyung's top, demanding fingers yank at his own and Taehyung blurts, as if drunk "Off! Offoff!"

Taehyung tries to breathe while JungKook yanks the t-shirt over his head, revealing an expanse of toned, tattooed flesh. There is a significant lack of air in Taehyung's lungs when he thinks that this could be it -that he could be getting what he has been wanting to have since the moment he had his first taste of carnal pleasures.

Tension gathers inside Taehyung's whole body until he's wound up so tight that it can't stop moving, pushing, pulling, rocking, rubbing. Taehyung just wants.

Warm hands cup Taehyung's face gently, thumbs running along his messy lips and JungKook's dark, sparkly eyes, like black pools in the moonlight, stare at him in awe, the mouth below them gaping with a distinct lack of words.

"Taehyung... Taehyung, Taehyung." The word is like a caress the way it travels up and down Taehyung's skin, burning where their bodies join at the hip, hardness against hardness.

Taehyung's hands splay over the delicious pecs in front of him, tentatively running over the soft skin, admiring, discovering, driving JungKook mad with want. JungKook needs more, he needs to claim all the real estate there is to claim on Taehyung -all of it has to belong to him and no one else.

He yanks harshly to get Taehyung's mouth back on his, pushing his tongue deep into the wet hum while he claws at the lush ass, his greedy hands stealing grabs of flesh by sneaking inside Taehyung's sweats.

As soon as the fingers touch skin, the whole of Taehyung arches and he moans so loudly, his hips desperately grinding against the hardness, a leg lifting up to JungKook's hip.

"Ohh... P-please." Taehyung whines.

"Please what?"

JungKook is so turned on that he's panting, breathing against the lush mouth, lips just brushing against the smooth flesh between syllables while he grinds against Taehyung. His whole body is burning and heaving as if he'd just been running, just from touching and kissing the Angel.

"I need more. Touch me..." Taehyung opens his eyes for a moment long enough to meet the dark gaze, long enough for JungKook to no longer hesitate, all the doubts over whether this is the right course of action vanishing in the face of all the need burning in the chocolate eyes.

Not wasting a moment longer, JungKook turns Taehyung around with rough hands, bending him over the countertop, immediately running his hands along the spine under the soft fabric. Impatient and eager to see skin, he yanks the top off and does the same to the slacks and underwear, leaving the delectable Angel standing buck naked in the middle of the messy kitchen.

Standing right behind Taehyung, their bodies touching, JungKook speaks with his lips against the tender flesh of Taehyung's neck.

"I want to eat you. All of you. I want to taste you and see if you taste as good as you smell... because fuck! You smell so damn good I don't ever want to stop smelling you..." JungKook mumbles, almost incoherent, against the silky skin while his hands grip Taehyung's hips, his swollen cock nudging back and forth in the naked groove, only hindered by the fabric of his slacks.

Taehyung leans back against him, eyes closed, already so into it that JungKook is not even sure if he's heard what he said... until Taehyung slides a hand between them and squeezes JungKook's hard cock through the thin fabric.

"I want you..."

It's all he says. That's all JungKook needs to hear.

JungKook is greedy, he wants it all, he wants to touch and taste, knead and yank, the want in him is so desperate that his cock is leaking into his pants, desperately throbbing and demanding attention.

Taehyung's ass cheeks are so soft, so pliable that JungKook doesn't want to stop squeezing them, patting them, kneading them, pulling them apart.

"I'm going to make you feel so good Taehyung, I promise."

Suddenly, JungKook kneels behind Taehyung, his fingers still at his buttocks.

"W-what are you doing?" Taehyung asks, not in a panic, just very curious and confused as to why JungKook might be on the cold floor on his knees.

He doesn't have to wait long to find out when the hot, wet tongue slides softly over his hole.

Taehyung had thought that JungKook's mouth over his cock was going to be the most amazing thing he'd ever feel but having the said mouth in his ass is so much better that Taehyung can actually feel tears burning behind his eyelids.

He sobs. "Oh my goodness, JungKook, what is.. why does it... s'good...hmm." Practically falling over the counter, he claws at the smooth worktop, trying to find something to hold on to because it feels like legs are going to give out.

The pleasure of the silky, wet heat rolling right over Taehyung's sensitive flesh has him going mad with want.

"You're delightful, Taehyung, positively edible..." JungKook mutters between little sucks and kisses on Taehyung's mouth-watering cheeks, every nip sending shoots of pleasure to every corner of Taehyung's body.

Even though he'd never able to remember that far back, JungKook tries to recall the first time he ever had sex. He tries to remember the revelation, the discovery of new facets to his body, the new awareness of the pleasure available to him from that moment on.

There is something between them that rejuvenates JungKook. It's like he feels young again -somehow refreshed out of his sexual apathy, released from the darkness for a moment to be in the light with the otherworldly being gasping above him.

He thinks how much he would give to feel that newness again.

He's almost jealous of Taehyung who is currently going through his profound awakening made even more intense than JungKook's ever was because Taehyung is an angel with no experience of the physical world. Yet, at the same time JungKook feels infinitely blessed to be the one to show him this new realm of pleasure.

He wants to be the one to give Taehyung this gift, to fulfil all his desires, to make him feel more than he ever could with anyone else, human or demon alike.

This moment here is going to be theirs and theirs alone and JungKook is going to be the very thing that no one else is ever going to be after him: Taehyung's first.

It suddenly occurs to JungKook that his reasons for wanting to ravish the Angel are infinitely removed from his original aim.

In a short time, Taehyung has him questioning not only his agenda but also his purpose in life. His desire to debase all things holy has morphed into a need to pleasure, to give -not take- and JungKook is afraid to think what that could mean.

After all, why would an incubus want to make an angel happy... especially when the two can never exist in the same realm.

Whatever plans JungKook may have had with regards to making Taehyung feel good, it suddenly becomes obvious that the supposedly docile Angel has plans of his own -ones that include things other than him just lying down and meekly receiving whatever JungKook gives him.

Taehyung turns and shoves JungKook onto the floor amongst the scattered strawberries and without invitation straddles over the Demon's patchy sweats in all his nude glory, his shiny blushing cock standing in full salute, a sight that would never be seen on someone in their pure angelic form -which makes the sight even more lewd for an angel. It's practically sacrilege.

The thought alone has JungKook nearly coming in his pants.

Leaning over JungKook, Taehyung grabs a strawberry from the box and brings it to the pink lips under him and allows a small bite before smearing the juices all over the slightly pouty lips. With his eyes shining, he leans over to lick the juices and to nibble at the wet flesh of the strawberry and JungKook's lips in turn. Briefly their tongues mingle in the sweet, red flavour of the strawberry, Taehyung's moans dripping into the depths of JungKook's mouth.

"I want to make you feel good too, JungKook." He whispers with a voice much rougher than before, much less angelic, and JungKook feels it on his skin like electricity.

JungKook is caught off guard when Taehyung suddenly grips his wrists and presses them firmly down on the floor above his head. JungKook tries to recall if he has ever allowed anyone do that and comes up with nothing.

Taehyung does a final flick of his tongue over the sweet, pink lips before he moves down, making a path of delicate kisses along JungKook's soft skin. He hesitates a little because he doesn't really know what he's doing but then decides to copy JungKook's actions from before -he knows how nice that feels. Taehyung has always been good at winging it, why should now be any different?

When JungKook moans and arches due to a simple kiss and a lick on his throat, it makes Taehyung realise how much power he holds and it runs straight to his head. He decides it's unlikely he will ever want to live without this.

Taehyung feels the covered hardness below him when he moves further down to lick and nibble on the small, perfect nubs perching on the firm meaty hillocks of JungKook's chest.

The man under him writhes and despite his physical stature he looks almost vulnerable with his hands above his head, his face pained with need, brows furrowing, mouth open in a moan. It's hot, so hot that Taehyung feels it deep in his gut. 

I did that, he thinks and purrs at the thought. He is falling apart because of me.

What a heady feeling.