Taehyung had enough time to go home get ready before returning back to the café. Leaving his dark chocolate hair natural and fluffy, he opted for a simple, sexy look of tight, ripped jeans, loose white t-shirt that showed off his collarbones, topped with a denim jacket. He felt good, sexy.

He hadn't been this nervous since... well, ever and he had no idea why -it's not like he was inexperienced... but Taehyung didn't really do random hook-ups and even though it had occurred to him that this thing -whatever it was- was most likely to be just that, he went into it with his somewhat rose-tint-spectacled eyes wide open, perhaps his shy, swelling heart secretly hoping for something more.

Since it was nearly closing time, the café was nearly empty when he walked in.

After nodding his hello at the handsomeness by the coffee machines, braving a little shy smile, Taehyung positioned himself at one of the twirling bar stools at a high island near the counter -where he had the best view of JungKook.

His eyes never left the trim form, instead Taehyung admired the way he moved about, preparing drinks and taking payments, cleaning up with such fluid ease. Taehyung wouldn't have been able to look away had he tried -there was way too much muscle flexing under all that fitted fabric...

When JungKook finally came to Taehyung, only a single couple remained in the very far corner of the café.

Instantly, Taehyung felt his heart stutter, his breath become light and airless until he felt like he might float away.

"Hey." JungKook spoke quietly and swirled the stool so Taehyung faced him fully. Then in a very easy and smooth way he just pushed in between Taehyung's legs and leaned closer, close enough that Taehyung leaned further back until his back pressed against the tabletop. Suddenly he was trapped between the sharp edge digging into his spine and the threatening closeness of the hard body -and positively unable to breathe.

Taehyung felt very hot and bothered, damp heat gathering in the groove of his back, and nothing had even happened yet. He bit down on his lip to try and contain his urge to do something irresponsible, only to attract JungKook's attention with the small action.

JungKook wanted nothing more than to kiss the lush mouth in front of him, he wanted to claim it, hell, claim the man that came with it. Right here, right now. Fuck him standing up, no matter who was looking. Pants pooling around ankles, ripped clothes hanging off naked shoulders, messy hair from too much yanking... bite marks along shoulder blades... Hmmm... he saw it all so clearly with his mind's eye that he felt his cock stir in his pants.

Taehyung gasped audibly when a firm hand right over his tail bone pulled him closer to the strong body, spreading his thighs even further apart until he was so close to JungKook's crotch that he didn't know what to do or where to look.

"You're going to have to stop looking at me like that or I'll be forced to bend you over and fuck you silly out the back... Taehyung." The quiet words were hot and moist at his ear, making him quiver like a leaf.

Oh.

He felt the red rise to his cheeks like a heat wave.

This was entirely unexpected. The confidence. The directness. The familiarity.

Taehyung's response to it was also completely unexpected -the way he purred at the confidence, felt a swelling in his pants at the directness while revelling in the sudden ease and familiarity between them. He felt none of the shyness that sometimes plagued him in the presence of strangers.

JungKook was so close that his delicious clean cotton smell mixed with chocolate and coffee wafted around Taehyung and he breathed it in as if it held the power to replenished him.

Unable to stifle the vivid imagery stirred by JungKook's lewd words, Taehyung squirmed and hummed, still nibbling at his wet lip while gazing up at the intense, black eyes burning holes into his skin.

Finding oodles of nerve Taehyung didn't think he had in him, he snuck his fingers in the open gap at the top of JungKook's shirt, tugging at it until their lips were virtually touching, their breaths blending.

"Why don't you then...?" He whispered back with a dare. A sideways glance at the couple still in the café revealed no eyes on them so Taehyung went for it, gently licking into the lush line of JungKook's mouth while moaning gently at the feel of the heated softness. Everything tightened within him.

JungKook hissed, his fingers suddenly grasping at the tufts of hair at Taehyung's nape, a firm tug tilting his head, opening his throat.

He leaned down and soft, smooth lips spoke against Taehyung's jugular, sending waves of goosebumps, like hail falling on his sensitive skin, tingling up and down his limbs.

"You have no idea how much I need to be inside you right now, Taehyung." A firm hand snuck a squeeze around Taehyung's buttock, making him gasp loud enough to look over at their potential spectators.

Suddenly, JungKook dropped everything and turned away as if he'd not been affected one bit by their little private moment, leaving Taehyung a dribbling wreck perched on the high stool, trying to cover up his raging hard-on. Fuck!

Taehyung swelled with need that made all but the thought of JungKook's naked body on top of him, disappear.

JungKook's fingers were shaking when he tried to count the money in the register after everyone had gone, the door locked behind them.

He avoided looking at the now black eyes staring at him, brimming with want, because he was sure if he did, he would not finish doing what he desperate needed to do before he could leave.

JungKook had been so focused on his task that he hadn't noticed Taehyung shuffling closer until he was right next to him. His soft vanilla scent alerted JungKook but there was a warm, delicate hand on his arm before he even had the chance to gather his scattered thoughts.

He threw the last few coins back into the till and locked it away after writing some numbers down. He then reached for the bunch of keys hanging on the wall before switching most of the lights off.

"Let's g-"

Taehyung's lush lips landed on JungKook's surprised, slightly agape mouth. Soft and hot, the kiss, although shallow, had JungKook utterly in pieces because the tension within him had already been building all day and he was literally at a breaking point.

Every moment since lunch time, his thoughts had been filled with Taehyung, his growing anticipation exploding to a significant thing inside him at the sight of his return -knowing that Taehyung was here to see him and only him.

Now, having felt Taehyung's loaded, hot gaze travelling all over his body while he worked, JungKook's need for him was like white noise blaring loudly inside his head, the volume of it tuned up to the max with that daring lick across his mouth.

So when Taehyung so eagerly pushed JungKook against the counter and wrapped arms around his shoulders, hands sliding up to the neck, fingers twisting into the hair, it was absolutely impossible to resist, just as much as it was damned unreasonable to be expected to stay calm.

A deep rumble echoed inside JungKook's chest while he desperately tried to grasp at the dregs of self-control barely left in him -and failing- his grip quickly tightening around Taehyung as if he were afraid to let him go... then, he all but devoured the delicious treat in front of him.

As soon as his tongue pushed into Taehyung's mouth, he felt the slender shape in his hands shudder and melt, soften into him with his rich moan diffusing into their mix of tongues -suddenly neither of them able to get deep enough, go hard enough, taste enough.

Growling, JungKook pushed Taehyung off him, practically slamming him against the wall, fingers automatically wrapping around the slender throat, splaying over the jawline, to gently hold him in place in the half-darkness while his other hand grasped the slim waist firmly.

"Fuck I want you so fucking bad, Taehyung. Don't start what you can't finish, seriously." His voice was low and uneven, almost grumbling, spoken against the swollen lips tempting him, flitting across the lushness at every word. His hips were pushing against Taehyung, nudging against sensitive parts until Taehyung moaned, panting.

The only thing he uttered in reply was: "I'm not stopping..."

And just like that, JungKook was on fire, blinded by the urgency to have this willing, ethereal being tightly in his grasp -and once he'd have that, he was not letting go.

Groaning, with such a primal need to claim, JungKook grabbed Taehyung, shoving his face against the dark, tiled wall, his ruthless fingers twisting into the soft hair, a knee pushing between the legs, a thigh thrusting up to nudge against the luscious ass.

In a perfect counterbalance to JungKook, Taehyung moaned at the manhandling because he loved the feeling of helplessness that came with it, he loved the fact that JungKook wanted to push him around, to run the show. Taehyung wanted to be entirely at his mercy, vulnerable in his arms. He wanted to be able to let go and be taken care of, he wanted to be filled, urgently, he wanted to be fucking owned.

Holding him down with hard hands, JungKook yanked the denim covering the top of Taehyung's back in an urgent jerk and sunk his eager, wet mouth on the sensitive curve between the neck and shoulder, claiming Taehyung as his.

"Fuck! JungKook, please...."

Taehyung mewled loudly, his breath misting the cool, shiny tiles against his heated cheek while his fingers clawed at them as if that would somehow help him touch what he actually wanted to touch but was unable to: JungKook.

Arching his back, Taehyung offered his neck, rubbing his ass back against the thigh, itching to ride it. He tried to tempt JungKook as much as possible, just to get him to give it all to him and to do it now before he would just collapse under the weight of the need that had already gathered within him.

The more he touched, the more JungKook wanted to touch -having Taehyung helpless in his firm hold was only making his need worse, not easing it.

He grabbed the back of Taehyung's neck as if he were a ragdoll and peeled him off the wall only to push him through the swing doors into the kitchen. His harsh hands virtually threw Taehyung over the first plane they came across, his face slamming flat onto the coolness of the steely, matt surface.

"Ohh...JungKookie... Please... I want to touch you." Taehyung panted, sliding his hands across the smooth, chilly surface, breathing heavily at the incessant swirl of needy emotions inside him.

JungKook hummed, his big hands suddenly a gentle caress around Taehyung's ribcage.

Slowly, he pushed the crumpled layer of denim with the soft white cotton of Taehyung's t-shirt up, revealing the gentle curve of the slim waist hiding underneath, an expanse of delicious, honeyed softness.

"Fuck." JungKook whispered, in awe.

He leaned down and gently nuzzled into the soft skin, smelling it, inhaling Taehyung's essence into him. "So beautiful...." He whispered and Taehyung whimpered, rolling his hips, desperate for more -for more words whispered in worship as well as claiming touches, because they both heated his insides.

JungKook kissed along Taehyung's spine, placing a peck for every bump as high up as he could get.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered, lips dancing across the smooth, silky warmth.

Tensing, Taehyung lifted his head off the metal, slowly turning to look over his shoulder.

"Why?" his voice was quiet, a little reserved because he was confused as to why JungKook was apologising just when he'd just been having the time of his life.

"I... I wanted to be really gentle with you... you know, treat you nicely, the way you deserve to be treated and not rip your clothes off and try to fuck you the first chance I get against a wall of a kitchen..." He reached over to run the back of his fingers over Taehyung's cheekbone.

The mere thought of JungKook having him against a wall made Taehyung blush and twitch in his pants. "I really don't think I'd mind if you did...do that." he spoke under his breath, but JungKook heard him anyway, his eyes glistening darkly at the words.

Taehyung pushed up and turned around, bringing JungKook fully against him by pulling at the pockets of his slacks.

"What are you on about? I was really enjoying myself just then." He pouted and just to prove a point he grabbed JungKook's hand and pushed it against his painful hardness bulging in the tight jeans. "This is your fault..." Taehyung whispered.

"Christ." JungKook's fingers automatically spread around the large mound and slid over it, squeezing. Taehyung's head fell back, a long moan dancing on his full lips while he rubbed himself against the pressure, impatient for more friction.

"I really want to see you?" JungKook whispered, leaning against Taehyung's side, lips right at his ear, fingers increasing their pressure over the fabric covering the very thing Taehyung wanted touched the most.

"Please, anything. You can do whatever you want with me, I'm yours, just please...." Taehyung bleated, hardly making sense of his own words, embarrassed at his own neediness, his desire reducing him into a mere bundle of whininess.

"Oh... how can I be so lucky... you're so perfect, Taehyung. Perfect." Taehyung smiled, beaming at the words.

With nimble fingers, JungKook undid the buttons and reached for the damp fabric covering the hardness in Taehyung's pants. Revealing it slowly and easing his fingers around it, he admired the thick member in his hands, appreciating the glistening moisture glazing the flushed tip.

Gently, he ran his fingers over the hard flesh, spreading the juices, sloppily spitting some more on until squelching sounds echoed against the hard surfaces in the dim room at every move of his fist.

Taehyung had to lean against the worktop for support because he couldn't stop his back arching, his head tipping back, his legs spreading while his mouth hung open, jaw slack in a soundless scream while his whole body winding tighter and tighter with need.

JungKook nosed into Taehyung's cheek and jaw while his fingers pumped in slow, casual movements, up and down.

"Your cock is beautiful -which is to be expected, really, from someone so beautiful..."

Taehyung gasped a little, feeling warmth spread over his body from the praise, he couldn't help it, he so loved hearing compliments.

He turned to JungKook and nibbled on his lips, licked into his mouth gently. His hand snuck to the front of JungKook's pants only to discover a matching hardness there, just waiting to be touched.

"Hmm... I want to see yours too?" It came out all breath, so quietly that Taehyung wasn't even sure if he'd been heard, not until JungKook deftly unbuttoned and unzipped his smart slacks to relieve the pressure on his hard load of flesh.

It was difficult for Taehyung to concentrate on anything other than JungKook's fingers running up and down his shaft but he slipped his fingers under the moist material, eager to discover the treasures laying underneath. JungKook breathed heavily into Taehyung's ear, his tongue coming out to lick it every so often.

The shaft that filled Taehyung's hand was delicious, heavy and girthy and all Taehyung could do was to moan when he thought how that would feel pounding into his ass, how it would fill him, stretch him. The thought made him twitch and JungKook felt it.

"Hmm... felt that. What were you thinking about just then, twitching so hard in my hand...?"

Panting, eyes fluttering, Taehyung whispered: "I want it in my ass... I need it. Please." It was JungKook's turn to gasp when Taehyung ran his fingers up and down the velvety textures, tracing the edges and the veins until JungKook was hissing.

Taehyung spat on his hand, an obscene amount, and spread the moisture over the whole of the shaft until it, too, shone. The slowly sliding touch of the gentle hand drove JungKook wild with need.

"Shhhhh...shit. You are in serious risk of having your ass railed right this minute, sweetheart." JungKook's voice was so deep and rough.

Lips mumbled against lips: "Hmmmm... please... About fucking time..." Taehyung's voice matched JungKook's in depth but its timbre was much richer and warmer, a whole melody in itself -a sensual serenade, just for JungKook.

"Filthy mouth..." Slowly, JungKook slid two fingers into the offending orifice, tentatively circling them over wet tongue. Taehyung, eager, sucked them in, gazing directly into JungKook's eyes, fluttering his eyelashes in a wordless tease.

"I will do that, most definitely. Just not here, precious." JungKook voice was breathless and tight with restraint while his hips rolled into Taehyung's hand, rapidly verging closer toward complete loss of control.

"Plllleeeeeeease." Taehyung sobbed, pouting, unable to control his urges anymore. "I can't... I need...." His hips stuttered against JungKook's hold in desperate search for release.

"Alright... anything for you, Angel..., but then I want to take you home to enjoy you properly, OK? I don't want... I think you deserve more than just a quick fuck somewhere like this..."

Taehyung's look when he nodded at JungKook was positively debauched: all hooded, unfocused eyes and crimson lips, both so full of promises that JungKook was scared to look away lest they disappeared from his grasp forever. He was sinking deeper into his own body and the loud lust in it that seemed to be roused only by Taehyung.

He could see desperation glinting in Taehyung's eyes and he wanted to ease his pain a little before getting him where he wanted him, no, needed him: underneath him, naked and moaning his name.

So easing to the side of him, JungKook gripped the nape of Taehyung's neck, squeezing firmly, just to remind him who was in charge and immediately Taehyung responded, his body so pliable and needy, so ready to submit that it made the need inside JungKook burn brighter.

The way Taehyung's body responded to the demanding touch was new and unexpectedly intense -it stirred mixes of colours inside him he had not known even existed, creating a whole new view, a completely different landscape dotted with pits and mounds of need, desire and lust, with rivers of want flowing through them.

The sweet, red, fullness of Taehyung's desire was beginning to stretch his skin with warmth that had a sense of otherness about it. It was inviting him to want things he had been too scared to want before.

Taehyung was hooked.

Running his fingers all the way down Taehyung's back over the soft fabric, JungKook moved agonisingly slowly along the deep groove at the graceful bend of his waist before sliding over the seam of the jeans, between the generous cheeks and back up again, finding his way underneath the loosened waistband. He spread his fingers over the lush and heavy cheek and groaned.

"Fuck." JungKook breathed in heavily through his nose, completely blown away by the full roundness and softness of Taehyung's delectable ass.

Whispering close to Taehyung, JungKook's words were a hot breath at Taehyung's ear, like the devil tempting him:

"Your fucking ass is... sublime. Can't wait to eat it..."

His tongue ran along the shell of the ear, his wet mouth latching onto the lobe under it but it wasn't until the teeth nipped at it that Taehyung really whined, his whole body moving in a wave. At that, JungKook pushed the denim down to reveal the soft lobes completely, bringing two fingers to Taehyung's mouth.

"Make them wet for me, baby." He pushed the fingers into the keen, panting mouth, dousing them thoroughly then slipped them down between the lush cheeks, wetting the groove over the puckered hole. He felt Taehyung's fingers grip harder around his cock and they both moaned when he circled around the hole and dipped a finger in.

"Ohh shit." Taehyung gasped, head flicking back, eyes closing, he pushed against the touch, so eager to be filled, "Ohh god... more... please."

"Such a needy little thing, aren't you...? Well, if you're good, I'll give you what you want, just ask me nicely...." There was a teasing smile in his velvety voice that held hints of darkness.

Immediately Taehyung perked up, turning his already pleading eyes to JungKook.

"I'll be good, I promise. Whatever you need... I'll be good. Please." His slender fingers gripped JungKook's shirt.

Such eagerness to please coupled with such surprising softness and neediness in Taehyung really resonated with JungKook on a whole new level. The fact that they were practically made for each other -because JungKook wanted take, take, take and Taehyung, well, Taehyung wanted to give, give, give- made them like the missing halves of a whole.

JungKook realised that they were more compatible than he had probably ever been with anyone else and this egged him on because he wanted to see how much further he could go, how much more he could take before Taehyung would crumble into tiny sweet pieces in his hands.

Turning Taehyung toward the worktop again, JungKook whispered: "Bend over sweetcakes, I wanna see that ass of yours..." JungKook's voice had dropped at least an octave.

When Taehyung lay his face down on the metal worktop that was so cool against his heated cheek, JungKook ran his hands down from the arching narrow waist down over the generous curve of the ass, appreciating every bend and dip on Taehyung's delicious body.

In awe, his fingers squished the springy flesh, wiggling it gently... Taehyung whimpered, needy.

"Seriously, Tae, I've never seen an ass that's more perfect than yours ...I'm not lying." He exhaled almost like in pain, licking his lips.

"I want to spank you so hard right now." He almost wailed, tapping the cheeks until they jiggled in turn.

"Ohgodyes..." Taehyung managed to get out, arching his back even more to offer himself.

"If I spank you now, we'll never make it out of here." While he was speaking he stroked his fingers over Taehyung's twitching hole. He smeared his lips over the flesh close to the groove, nibbling gently with his teeth, so tempted to have a taste.

Instead he released a big glob of spit that slid down Taehyung's slit and spread it gently with his fingers, pushing two fingers into the hole, all the way in, in one smooth push.

"OHMYGOD!" The whole of Taehyung's body rolled with the breach, the pleasure spreading like wildfire over his skin in bright waves of heat, crackling at the tips of his fingers and the tips of his toes. The heavy liquid heat inside him glowed brighter, demanding more. Desperately, Taehyung squirmed just to open up further, just to take more in, silently wording "more, more, more" across his lips like he had already lost his wits.

Slavering more into it until the whole crack was an absolute messy pit and squelching loudly, JungKook fucked into Taehyung's hole with two fingers, slow and deep, while Taehyung was writhing on the worktop, fingers desperately trying to find some leverage somewhere.

JungKook added a finger, spitting some more, and pushed all three in, all the way to the knuckle and grabbed Taehyung's hair, harshly yanking back as if he were riding Taehyung and his hair was the reins. Deep moans rose from Taehyung's open mouth and he tried desperately to keep it together but found himself failing, rapidly melting, weightlessly falling into the sticky sweet pleasure of JungKook's firm hands on and in him.

The utter feeling of vulnerability was so heady for Taehyung, he really felt lost in it.

Through the haze, he felt JungKook's fabric-covered hardness nudging against his exposed hip and somehow that just added to the whole thing many-fold... to know how turned on JungKook was over his fingers disappearing into his ass, so sweetly violating his impatient hole.

When Taehyung thought how it would look, watching the tattooed fingers sink into him, his hole stretching over them, that was enough to start Taehyung's legs shaking.

Taehyung was already almost screeching by the time JungKook grabbed around for his dick. In a firm grip, JungKook started milking Taehyung's cock while shoving his fingers into his tight hole at a ruthless pace.

There was no way Taehyung could do anything other than come. Hard.

"Ohmyohmy... please I'm gonna...ngh... wait...ohhh!" his stuttering voice had barely registered when his whole body tensed and convulsed, white shooting out of his cock into the metal doors in front of him, dripping slowly down toward the floor upon impact.

"There we go, is that better...?" There was a smile in JungKook's voice when his lips brushed against Taehyung's temple before he went to lift Taehyung's jeans up from his ankles, his lips brushing across the softness of Taehyung's lobes.

Taehyung was still laying face down on the surface, trying to catch his breath when he felt gentle hands on him. Sliding up the curve of his ass, JungKook gripped his hips gently as if testing the fit of his hands on it then leaned over again, kissing the nape of Taehyung's neck.

Taehyung smiled, dreamily. "Wow." It was all he could say. "Needed that." He finally found his voice but it was as shaky as his legs.

JungKook helped him up and arranged his jeans best he could. Pulling Taehyung close, he took a moment to just take in the being in his hands and JungKook decided he was by far the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Once he was sorted out, JungKook grabbed around his waist, pulling him into a slow, lingering kiss and said: "I'm dying to have you, Taehyung. Will you go with me?"

Taehyung stroked JungKook's cheek, falling into the warm, unexpected mushiness of the moment.

"I'll go anywhere with you." Taehyung whispered in response to the soft gaze, his fingers tracing the gentle curve of JungKook's neck so close to him. It was supposed to be a light-hearted comment but it came out closer to what it really was -the truth, a confession of sorts. Taehyung believed it, he felt it, he just hadn't wanted to admit it yet. After all, who would confess to a thing like that before even really knowing someone?

It was too soon and based on too little, so much so that it seemed a bit crazy. But Taehyung liked him, he liked JungKook a lot -and not just for his body either- and he wanted to have him and not just for tonight.

Suddenly realising how naïve his comment really was, Taehyung blushed, worried he'd ruined all his chances with one little line so he hid his face, looking away.

"Hey, sweetheart. Look at me." Fingers lifted Taehyung's chin up until their eyes met.

When Taehyung's dark, sparkling eyes turned back to JungKook, they took his breath away. They were soft and so full of vulnerable, warm feelings that JungKook felt warmth pool heavy inside him because he, too, had been hoping that there was more to this than just fleeting moments of pleasure.

He cupped Taehyung's face in his hands and gave him a chaste kiss. "You are beautiful. So beautiful." Taehyung beamed, basking in the praise. "I want to take you home just to show you how beautiful I think you are... let's go."

JungKook pulled Taehyung's hand, squeezing gently and after they locked up the café, they were on their way without needing to speak, just content at holding each other's hands while they walked.