JungKook fingers gripped Taehyung's hips while he aligned himself, ready to enter. The hands felt good, as if made to hold Taehyung.

Taehyung lowered himself even more, dropping his face onto the bed, stretching his waist, rolling his hips, presenting himself to JungKook to have, to own, to claim.

So JungKook groaned and pushed in, opening Taehyung up so good he cried out in pleasure.

Taehyung's fingers twisted into the crumpled sheets at the invasion. Everything felt so much tighter, deeper, fiercer this way, JungKook was able to pound faster, slamming against Taehyung so hard he jolted forward at every thrust, his panting moans high pitched and in sync with his movements.

JungKook's hard fingers pulled Taehyung back, stopping him slipping away while he pounded, relentlessly, until Taehyung could think of nothing else except the heat swelling within his body, rising like a tide with every crashing wave -suddenly turning into a tsunami with the tight grip at his hair.

Yanking with harsh fingers, JungKook pulled Taehyung's hair, riding hard and deep while Taehyung whined, helplessly.

"Look at you taking my cock, Angel, fuck... made to be fucked by me, aren't you? Perfect, just for me ..." he groaned, losing himself in the pleasure, head tilting back in absolute stupor over Taehyung.

Taehyung could feel his whole body tighten like a spring, tighter and tighter by the thrust and the heated fluidity inside him threatened to spill when he spread his legs even further, opening himself up even more, nearly splitting in half but so desperately wanting JungKook to get deeper, go harder. He tried to fuck back against JungKook, but struggling against the relentless pounding.

"Shit..." Suddenly JungKook slowed, catching his breath. Taehyung could feel his cock throb inside him, close to coming. He almost stilled, loosening his fingers in Taehyung's hair.

"I'm sorry did I pull too hard?" He asked, coming back to himself for a moment, realising how uncomfortable Taehyung looked, bending backwards on all fours, having his hair yanked like that.

"Ohgod no. I loved it.. please don't stop JungKookie, I need.... You so bad."

Taehyung pushed against JungKook, fucking himself onto his cock, releasing a loud gasp from JungKook.

"Hmmm. Fuckyes. Carry on."

Eager to please, Taehyung looked over his shoulder while he pushed himself onto the rock-solid shaft, sheathing it, every slow push so clear and detailed, he could almost feel every vein and bulge of JungKook's cock. He whined.

"Ohsogood, so good...." Doing it himself felt different to JungKook doing it. Although he was going frustratingly slowly and too shallow, his movements made everything touch exactly where it felt the best, his body moving more fluidly, wrapping more closely around JungKook's shaft.

Desperate for more, he started pushing faster and faster, leveraging best he could on twisted sheets, opening himself up, trying to get just a little bit deeper, frantic for more.

"Hmmm...." A deep groan rose from JungKook when he looked down at his thick cock sinking into Taehyung's tiny, tight hole. "Fuck it looks so good, wish you could see it..." JungKook whispered.

"Tell me..." Taehyung gasped, a little flustered talking about it.... but finding himself heating up at the exchange. He blushed and things twitched.

"You're so tight... stretching over my cock, everything's so wet it's shiny. You suck my cock in, so fucking eager for it. Shit." JungKook rocked forward a little, couldn't help it, and pulled back, hissing at the delicious view.

"I-I-I, holyshit, I feel like I'm gonna come..." Taehyung stuttered, surprised at being so close when he had hardly been moving.

"Let's do this baby." JungKook grabbed a hold of Taehyung's hips again and shoved his thick cock in so hard and so fast, exactly where Taehyung felt it the loudest, that Taehyung found himself screaming, his whole body convulsing, shaking, jittering.

JungKook slammed into Taehyung over and over and over, until he lost himself into the pure white, bright pleasure, his whole mind melting, body loosening into an orgasm, embracing oblivion, Taehyung tightly gripping and pulsing around his cock.

They fell into a heap on the bed, JungKook still inside Taehyung, lying on top.

"Holyfuckingshit..." Taehyung spoke against the sheets, trying to catch his breath.

JungKook was breathing heavily into the damp hairs at Taehyung's nape before kissing over the expanse of his shoulders. He rolled over, slowly pulling out of Taehyung -who was not happy about it, shuddering at the cold hair abusing his damp skin now that JungKook was no longer warming it.

But he returned, wrapping his arms around Taehyung -one worming under the neck, the other turning him to his side and pulling him close.

"Ah the mess is gonna go everywhere...." Taehyung whined, not really giving a shit.

"In a minute..." JungKook said, yanking the sheet from behind him to wrap them into a little wrap.

They spooned under the soft fabric, Taehyung burrowing as deep as possible into the embrace, JungKook surrounded by softness all around as Taehyung's silky skin was touching him head to toe on his front.

JungKook couldn't stop kissing Taehyung's neck, shoulder and the perfect spot in between. Embracing Taehyung tightly, JungKook ignored the damp gathering between them because he just wanted to touch, breathe, inhale him in, fearing he might not have another chance.

"Hmmm...." The hum was very sleepy.

"C'mon baby, let's go clean up, I need to change the sheets..." he said, before he realised he may be making assumptions here. "...if you want to stay?"

Taehyung twisted around and slid his fingers into JungKook's hair, eyes soft, face dreamy.

"You couldn't get rid of me if you wanted to." Soft lips caressed his cheek and he smiled. Beaming. "Although I may be physically attached to you for the rest of your life if we're not going to wash all this mess off...!" He giggled.

"I'm not sure if that's an incentive, you know?!" He teased, until he realised what he'd said.

Taehyung went a little shy but smiled, pecking a gentle kiss on JungKook's lips before getting up with way too much energy for post-coital movement.

"C'mon. Show me where your bathroom is...." When JungKook didn't move quick enough, Taehyung kept yanking JungKook's arm like a 3 year-old, whining in a very annoying voice, stomping his foot cutely.

JungKook couldn't hold the chuckles in anymore and burst out laughing.

"Ohmygod you are so cute! Such a baby!" he got up and ruffled Taehyung's hair to his annoyance.

"Oy, watch it, mister!" Taehyung squealed with fake irritation.

"Oh what? You gonna make me?" JungKook leaned until their noses were touching and suddenly Taehyung didn't feel like playing anymore (like that anyway).

"You need to come with me right now or we will never leave this bed and will be glued to it by come stains... C'mon." He grinned when he saw Taehyung actually contemplating the scenario.

They washed up and threw on some t shirts and crawled into bed, snuggling together in the darkness, until Taehyung found himself tucked in over JungKook's arm, half on top of him, arm across chest and a leg over hips.

"Do you mind? I like to hold things when I sleep?" His voice was small.

"No I quite like it...." Taehyung could hear the affectionate smile in his voice.

It really didn't take long to fall asleep in the dark, all warm and fuzzy with a gently breathing solid presence comforting Taehyung.

Taehyung woke up to a strange feeling. The bed wasn't his own, the place smelled different -when he recognised the coffee and chocolate cottony smell in the warmth next to him, he smiled even before he had opened his eyes.

He felt fingers swiping hairs off his forehead and a rough voice announce: "Good morning, beautiful." He nuzzled into Taehyung's forehead, smelling his hair.

The t shirt had disappeared off JungKook at some point during the night and Taehyung had his face against hot, smooth skin. He mouthed over the curve of it and hummed in pleasure, even before he had ever spoken a word.

JungKook cleared his throat as if for an announcement and a bit reserved, Taehyung opened his eyes to gaze upon the magnificent man with dark doe eyes and extremely cute bed hair.

"So... do you wanna go out for a coffee sometime, maybe?" JungKook said, suddenly more interested in counting his tattoos than looking at Taehyung. A slender finger turned his head until they were gazing at each other again and Taehyung said:

"You want me to go to work with you?" Teasing.

"No, erm.. what I meant was..." JungKook got a bit flustered, red tinting his cheeks and it was bloody adorable.
"You're so cute, of course I'll go... although I can't drink coffee -but lemon green tea or hot chocolate's fine... as long as I get a mint chocolate on the side..."

He winked and tweaked JungKook's cheek before pecking his mouth with his smile.

"...But right now...." Taehyung face was a picture of mischief when his fingers started dancing toward the edge of the sheet and under it... JungKook gasped when he felt a gentle grip around his cock and lips wrapping around his nipple, sucking gently.

"...right now I want something a little different...." The heat in his eyes was unmistakable.

JungKook's heart fluttered.