Taehyung was determined.

He would keep his distance from the younger; slowly and steadily, he would grow apart from him. It happened with people's relationships all the time, anyway. It was a well-prepared plan.

But everything crumbled the next day when he spotted Jeongguk skipping towards his car.

"Hey! Were you ready to leave without me?"

"Um, no, no."

"Well, I wouldn't blame you. I mean, my wrist is okay now, so you don't really have to drive me home. But I wanted to ask if I can come to your house today."

Surprise crossed Taehyung's face, hardening his muscles. "Why?"

"To see how you decorated it. You told me yesterday that I can come over anytime."

Taehyung felt a spate of remorse hit him, waving through his bloodstream. He was too focused on keeping his distance he forgot he told the younger he could come over anytime. "Oh, right," he uttered. "Sure, you can come over." Okay, one last time, and I'm really keeping my distance after that.

"You seem quite happy," Taehyung stated after about ten minutes of silence.

He giggled as he glanced his way. "I am. I can finally draw again and play video games and dance so why wouldn't I be?"

"You're right. It's good seeing you like this," Taehyung spoke in a soft tone and sighed insensibly afterwards.

"It doesn't sound like you mean it."

"No, I do. I want you to be happy, anyway."

Jeongguk absorbed his profile at his hushed voice, his brows curved upwards in slight puzzlement, but he didn't comment anything about it.

With the rest of the ride engulfed by strange silence, they slid out of the car and headed to the entrance.

"You didn't change much," Jeongguk contemplated as his eyes wandered around the house.

"Of course I did," he argued. "I put my favorite painting right there." He pointed at the wall where the item was located. "I arranged my books and put them on the bookshelf. I put these beautiful purple drapes over the couches. I thought you were observant."

Jeongguk couldn't help but giggle throughout his narration. "You're right, you're right. So, you like purple?" He seated himself on the couch and caressed the fabric of the drape; it was pleasantly feathery under his touch.

"Yes."

"I like purple too. And dark red." He tossed his head to the side where Taehyung was sitting, wanting to take a glimpse of his face, only to realize he was already staring at him.

The eye contact was galvanic and persistent — although Taehyung's eyes always captured him in full, he still wasn't used to his stare. It bewildered him, addled his senses, his feelings, his whole being. I can't understand why he's doing that. And why does he have to have so beautiful eyes? He dipped his head in haste as if someone called his name and squeezed his eyes shut in his effort to force out his thoughts.

"What did you think just now?"

"Nothing."

"Jeongguk, not this again."

"Exactly, not this again. Why do you care so much about what I'm thinking?"

"Because! Whenever I ask you about it you get all defensive and secretive."

"You really don't want to know what I'm thinking," he spat out through his clenched jaw.

"Try me," Taehyung challenged, decisive. "What are you thinking about?"

All the pent-up feelings climbed higher and higher in his chest, forcing their way through his throat and sitting heavy on his tongue. But they only rested there for a slight second because the next, all his immodest fantasies, suffocating, blazing feelings, and all-consuming thoughts erupted from his mouth like lava, melting everything in its passage.

"You! The only thing I can think about is kissing your stupid face, and my legs wrapped around your waist, and your hands grabbing my thighs, and you throwing me in the bed, and me kissing every inch of your body. The only thing I can think about is you making marks on me, and me moaning your name, breathless, needy, ruined. I want to pleasure you, make you moan, drive you crazy. I want to leave you gasping, asking for more. I don't even know how many times I've thought about all this, but I've been thinking about all this since the day I met you!"

Everything seemed to move in slow motion the moment his outburst abated. It was so impossibly silent Jeongguk could hear his heart rattling against his ribcage, hammering in his ears in a deafening roar. Where the hell did he find this boldness, this courage to formulate his unholy desires? And especially to spew them to him. Kim Taehyung. The man he craved from the very first moment his eyes landed on him. The man he couldn't dispel from his mind. The man he yearned to touch and be touched by him in ways he shouldn't.

It was as though he had consumed any grain of resilience, of the ability to speak, and only pure panic remained, twisting his stomach and searing his skin. He burst out of his seat and ran for his life — his legs felt wobbly, and he truly thought they wouldn't comply with his need to reach the door and vanish from there. But in some uncanny way, he was right in front of his deliverance, his hand hooked on the door handle, and he pulled. Hard.

An assertive, robust hand slammed against his door-shaped deliverance, obstructing his coveted escape and lacerating his hopes of it. With zero time to assess and fathom what was happening, that same hand clawed at his shoulder, swiveled him, and nailed him onto the door.

Using his blazing body to keep him immobile, Taehyung grasped his head and smashed their lips together with a rough clash consisted of frenetic hunger, delirious need, and mind-expanding rapture.

And Jeongguk felt everything at once.

He shut his mind and allowed his body to rule over; it knew what to do best. Arms flew around him to bring him closer, fuse him with him, as he welcomed Taehyung's eager tongue in his mouth with relish.

He had been craving, waiting to taste him for so long, to have his tongue shoved in his mouth, devouring him, swallowing all of his oxygen, making him breathless. And the effect it had on his body, his mind, his heart was by far greater than it was in his fantasies. He melted, left all logic out, drifted away from reality, and floated on delicately rose-tinted clouds of lust, desperation, neediness.

Through his hazy mind and blinded senses, the feeling of arms looping around his thighs penetrated his turbidity, and he jumped by instinct, curling his legs around his waist. He pushed his fingers in his hair, tugging it, as their heated make-out resumed, their lips still demanding, harsh, but with traces of affection and care, their tongues fighting for dominance which Taehyung won with ease.

Taehyung headed to his bedroom, each step raging with overexcitment and quaky with all the new feelings overflowing him. He took short pauses from the kiss to see where he was going as Jeongguk ground against his cock in any way he could, moaning in his ear, squirming in his arms.

He kicked the door open with a grunt, his erection so hard it felt like it would explode just like his heart by the constant, untamed battering. He wanted to deliver on each of the wishes Jeongguk vocalized before, but with him attached to his body and rolling his hips on end, he leaned over the bed and laid him there instead of throwing him onto it.

Irritated by the layers of clothes between their bodies, Jeongguk gripped the other's sweater and yanked it upwards, but his movements were ceased.

"Are you sure?" Taehyung asked, his voice raspy, breathy, and sounding muffled to his ears by the buzz of adrenaline blended with excitation.

His only response was a fiery kiss and shameless moans as his hands worked on shedding his sweater, but he was once again stopped.

"I want to hear it, Jeongguk, I need to hear it. Are you sure?"

"Yes," he breathed out. "I want it. So bad. Want everything you have to give me." His mind was set on the thought that it was only a one-time thing, so he chose to simply savor it, let it wreck him, blow each one of his senses.

Finally flinging that damn sweater somewhere in the room, Taehyung helped him take off his own and dove to press his lips on his tantalizing collarbones that he was pining to guzzle. He licked and sucked and bit his skin under his collarbone, leading the younger to jerk his head back from the pleasurable feeling.

Jeongguk sank his teeth onto his neck hard, not caring about painting any marks, and flipped them over in a spurt of empowerment. A row of throaty moans infiltrated his ears, bringing him a sense of pride and indulgence by his capability to draw such delicious sounds out of him.

He dragged his tongue to his earlobe and sucked it in his mouth as his hands roamed on his bare upper body, fondling, squeezing, leaving them burning. His mouth drifted downwards, trailing its way to his chest with open-mouth, hungry kisses. He paused to suckle at his hardened bud, and the moment his lips just brushed against it, Taehyung's back arched with a violent jolt.

His eyes darted to his face, searching for any sign of discomfort, but he only found a hooded gaze concentrated fully on him and a face screwed in entrancement. He smiled, comforting and sweet, and wrapped his mouth around the bud as he set a hand on his chest, rubbing reassuring lines.

Taehyung's ragged breaths ramped up the lower Jeongguk went on his body, licking his abs and giving them tender nips that had him gasping out all of his desperate sounds. His eagerness and want for him had gone through the roof but faltered with the realization that he was about to receive a blowjob from a guy.

He wouldn't lie; it freaked him out, paralyzed him by the fear of the unknown.

Jeongguk discerned how his body clenched, froze up, as though he stopped functioning and halted his movements. "Am I going too fast?"

"No, it's just... it's gonna be my first... with a guy."

"Oh. Are you uncomfortable? Maybe I shouldn't suck you? Or maybe... do you want to stop?"

Taehyung tangled a hand in his hair, gazing at his round, innocent eyes. "I'm not uncomfortable. I want you to suck me. I don't want to stop. I want more. Please, give me more, Jeongguk."

Having him pleading for more just like he wished had his cock twitching in his pants, dripping more and more precum. "Fuck, I'll give you everything, Tae, everything," he spluttered as he rammed his pants down with his boxers, revealing his hard as rock erection.

The size made him gulp as he twined his fingers around the flushed, angry-looking cock, but he wasn't intimidated. He was thrilled. No, just thrilled was an underestimate. He was in a frenzy of thrill that goaded him to stuff it in his mouth deep enough to choke on it.

He pumped him a few times and licked a thick line from the base to the tip, twirling his tongue over it. He let it split his lips and perfuse through them, reaching his throat at once.

Taehyung broke out in groans at the spine-tingling warmth and bucked up his hips involuntarily, causing him to gag a bit, but he didn't allow it to stop him.

Jeongguk bobbed his head at a fast pace as his hands played with his balls, loving how Taehyung writhed and muttered curses between his moans. He sucked him harder, pressing his tongue against his dick in the process, as he held the part of his length that couldn't fit in his mouth firmly.

"Fuck, Jeongguk, stop," he tossed off and pulled his head away. "I can't hold it anymore," he explained upon noticing his frown.

"So fast?"

"I don't know why. Your mouth just... come here." He tugged him over him and connected their lips, tasting the bittersweet fragments of himself on his tongue.

He kneaded his ass, relishing how plump it was, and squeezed it in his eager palms, delivering a few spanks as well. He rolled him over so he could be on top and captured that desired mouth again, sucking his bottom lip, as his hands worked on his pants to pull them off.

"I don't have lube," Taehyung said quietly as he pumped him at a slow pace.

He didn't answer nor cared about it; he grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to his face, shoving two fingers in his mouth. Their lust-filled eyes remained locked during the obscene act as Jeongguk moaned around them, devouring them as if it was his first meal after hours of starving.

Once he felt them soaked enough, Taehyung took them out and teased his hole. Recalling the scenes from the gay porn videos he had seen, he pushed the digit in slowly and waited for the other to adjust to the size. He pressed his lips on his thigh, trying to relax him, and slid it in and out of his clenching hole.

Jeongguk mewled as he fisted the bedsheets and cursed when the second finger breached his entrance a while later.

Taehyung waited a bit longer this time, keeping his fingers deep inside him, but stretched and curled them against his walls in an attempt to help him get used to the feeling faster. Soon enough, he rolled them in and out as he gave soft bites and kisses on his thigh, noting how Jeongguk shivered with each kiss.

His pace notched up, the motion of his hand growing rougher once he perceived Jeongguk pushing against his fingers, taking them with vigor.

"No more. Want your cock, need it, Tae, now."

The peccant, whiny spoken words rendered Taehyung in a trance and caused him to suck in a breath as his erection throbbed.

"Fuck, your mouth... your fucking mouth," he uttered below his breath as he removed his fingers and dipped for another ferocious kiss, pulling, biting his lips and sucking his tongue.

He only detached himself from him to get a condom from the drawer, and he ripped the packet with slightly shaky hands to roll it on his cock. He settled down between his legs and aligned his length to his hole as he joined their lips together in a more unhurried, savory kiss. He pushed his hips forward as carefully as possible and grabbed a fistful of his hair as he bottomed out stepwise.

A deluge of stifled groans spilled from Jeongguk's wide-open mouth as he screwed his eyes shut at the stinging pain. "Breathe for me, Jeongguk." This whisper rang in his ears and tender kisses coated his neck just after, something that surprisingly mollified an enormous amount of his discomfort.

With chest-swelling breaths, Taehyung's hands traveling all around his body, and his sugary kisses, about three minutes flowed by, and the need to feel his big cock ruin him mounted so much it brought tears at the corners of his eyes.

"Move, p-please, please, Tae."

Taehyung caressed his head and drew a light kiss on his forehead as he dragged his hips back and pressed them forward again. All kinds of desperate noises broke out of both at the feeling — the stomach-flipping, flaming hot feeling that left them beseeching for more.

Jeongguk's hands slapped onto his back, nails digging into his flesh as he squeezed him against his squirming body. His hips jerked up to match the delicious drag of his cock against his heat, rocking together and creating a steady, brisk rhythm.

"Fuck, you're so good. You're so good, Jeongguk, you take me so well." He clamped his teeth in his lower lip and tugged hard as their gazes locked on like magnets refusing to part.

"Tae—ah! Fuck—there, there." A slight shift of the angle of Taehyung's penetration stole his ability to articulate another coherent word as his sweet spot was being hammered on repeat, and he loved it.

Taehyung supported himself on his hands and rammed even harder inside him, sparking a blaze in his gut that spread through his limbs in scalding riffles. His neglected cock twitched and squirted more precum onto his belly, feeling oversensitive and impossibly hard.

The older carried on slamming his hips against him, skin slapping mixed with their uneven, guttural breaths echoing in the room, and fastened his hand around his erection, rubbing his thumb over the slit and pressing against it.

"Tae!" Overwhelmed by the intense stimulation his body was receiving, Jeongguk helplessly cried out his moans and mewls.

"I could hear you moaning and whimpering for my cock all day," Taehyung purred, his voice low and husky, his eyes shrouded by a fog of avidity as he spectated how wrecked the younger seemed beneath him.

"I need to—cum—fuck, I can't—" Jeongguk clenched around the hard dick abusing his hole so skilfully, heavenly, edging Taehyung closer and closer to his cut-off point.

"Cum, angel. Now." His thrusts grew quicker and sloppier as he pumped him, and it only took two seconds for Jeongguk to spill everything he had all over his stomach and Taehyung's hand.

Hearing his tantalizing whimpers and the cries of his name from that unchaste mouth, he struck into him again and again until the pressure erupted in fast-flowing bursts of cum.

His body spasmed as he rolled through the waves and collapsed onto him when he rode off his high. Both panted in shallow breaths, feeling exhausted but blissful, beads of sweat covering parts of their skin.

No words made it out of their dry mouths as everything that just happened was too much to digest so easily. Although neither of them would admit it, it felt incredible, mind-blowing for both.

With his heart reverting to its normal pulse, Taehyung slipped off him and sat on the edge of the bed. He took the condom off and trod to the bathroom to dispose of it, maybe have a little time for himself as well.

Jeongguk was left staring at the ceiling in a daze by the recent events. My teacher just fucked me. The fucking Mr. Daddy material just fucked me. I'm naked in his fucking bed. Wait, I'm naked! He shot up from the bed but winced and froze in his spot at the burning pain in his ass. Taehyung most certainly wasn't small, and having that big hard cock ramming inside him for so long, although it felt unbelievably good, it was rather painful too.

He crawled out of bed with whines falling from his lips and located his boxers soon enough.

Just then, Taehyung returned from the bathroom completely naked, of course, and Jeongguk couldn't take his eyes off his toned body. He felt it in every possible way a few minutes ago, but it was a whole other level of inebriation to gawk at it, drool over it. Oh, how much he wished he could engrave that image in his mind.

Taehyung, unaware of his hungry stare, drew on his boxers and sank down onto the bed. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"No, no, I'm good." Jeongguk searched for the rest of his clothes and got dressed in a hurry. The extreme feeling of pleasure lingered, but disquiet nestled against it with a sprinkling of foreboding.

"Jeongguk—"

"You don't have to say anything, I know, I'll just leave." Just as his heartbeat stabilized after those blustering emotions, it soared up again with the dread of hearing those words that he knew would rip out his heart.

It was a onetime thing, it didn't mean anything, it was a mistake, we should forget it — these were a few of the lines Jeongguk believed he would hear if he let him talk. And he wasn't ready.

"Wait—"

"No, it's okay, I get it." He waved a dismissive hand and bolted out of the room, ignoring any fraction of pain.

Taehyung charged right behind him, restless. "Jeongguk, can you—"

"I told you, you don't have to explain." He snatched his backpack from the couch without halting.

"But—" Was all Taehyung managed to say before the thunderous bang of the door closing boomed across the air, drowning his words.

And his heart.

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