💝   True Lovers' Knot   💝

For a moment, Taehyung just drifted, cheeks wet with tears that had stopped running, unable to get his head around what all that just happened meant. Were they still OK? Should he find Jeong Gyu? Should he let him be? But the loudest thought that ran around and around Taehyung's head was what the fuck are you doing, Taehyung?

In amongst all the noise, cacophony of dark accusations, arguments, shouting, pleading and white noise in his head, there was a single, glowing ball of warmth that was a guiding light for Taehyung. The anchor point he had already recognised and clearly needed before he'd drift off to sea, never to be found again.

He had to see Jungkook. He had to be with him. Right now.

In hurried movements, Taehyung wiped his face on his sleeve and practically ran out, looking for him.

The group of people and the man that Jungkook had been speaking to had disappeared, Jeong Gyu presumably with them. Jungkook was nowhere to be seen.

Sniffling, trying to appear normal, Taehyung hurried downstairs to see if he'd returned to the show.

He was there, not at their seats, but standing by the entrance, as if on guard, keeping an eye out.

"Taehyung! There you are. Are you OK?" Immediately, Jungkook picked up on the red and puffy eyes, the sniffling nose and knew who Taehyung had seen. Shit!

"Hey, let's go upstairs. Come."

He practically walked Taehyung to the lift and took him into the Play Room.

They sat down on the big couch at the back, in front of the fireplace. Jungkook sat leaning back comfortably, Taehyung immediately nuzzling into his chest without a word, clinging onto whichever bit he could hang onto.

"Hey...." He whispered, gently sweeping silver curls away from Taehyung's face. "You OK? What happened?"

No words came out, just heavy tears that fell on Jungkook's shirt in loud plops.

"Oh Tae... Angel. Come here." He pulled Taehyung's chin up gently and brought their lips together in a gentle kiss.

"You don't have to tell me what's wrong, but I want you to know that you can... whatever it is." Jungkook said, taking in the previously so strong a form now reduced to fragility and feeling an incredible need to protect him from all harm. Even when he knew Taehyung was perfectly capable of looking after himself, he wanted to be there for him in any way he could.

"Here." He shifted Taehyung gently off him and got up. "You lie down a minute while I start the fire."

He grabbed a soft, fluffy blanket and threw it on top of Taehyung, tucking him in playfully, like he was a small child, managing to get a little smile out of the teary-eyed, red-nosed Taehyung.

The ambience in the room was calm and surprisingly gentle. Subtle lighting at floor level lit up the rustic walls in a soft, warm glow which was further softened by large plants in big ceramic pots dotting the available space along the walls.

The large couch was so big that even though Taehyung was lying down on it, there was still enough room for another person to sit down. The black material it was made out of felt soft and comforting around Taehyung, he could so easily fall asleep here. All the noise in Taehyung's head was starting to muffle a little, he could breathe a bit more. He felt safe here.

Jungkook worked in a quiet and methodical way. He was on the floor kneeling in front of the fireplace, getting everything ready to start the fire.

Taehyung thought the way Jungkook's hands touched the wood, the kindling, the matches, was the same way he seemed to touch everything -in an unusual mix of precision and gentleness, purpose even. Like he always knew -whatever it was- he knew exactly what to do with it and did it without hesitation. Perhaps this was the reason he evoked such a sense of trust in Taehyung.

It felt strange to him to be looked after because Taehyung had always been the one who had taken care of everything, taken the responsibility for everything.

Taehyung had never really had the chance to just think of himself, he had always put himself and his needs last. This was the only reason Taehyung could think of that might come even close to explaining why he had so thoughtlessly offered the very thing that meant the most to him to his brother... the horrific thought of Jeong Gyu actually going for it ripped Taehyung's insides to shreds.

He would never have let Jungkook go -ever- despite his casually appearing words in the heat of the moment, Taehyung was sure of that now. There was nothing that was ever going to come between him and Jungkook -if he could help it.

"It smells so nice." He whispered to Jungkook -just to say something, anything, to take his mind off the pain that surfaced when his troubled brother entered his mind. Jungkook turned around to smile at him in agreement before putting some more wood on the fire that was starting to take on.

Taehyung got off the sofa and crawled to Jungkook over the carpet that was fluffy enough to feel like a cloud, a big hairy cloud.

He sat down on his heels and waited for Jungkook to finish prepping the fire.

When he turned to Taehyung with a silent question in his eyes, all Taehyung said was:

"I'm cold." He opened his arms, reaching out to Jungkook with little grabby hands, wordlessly demanding an embrace.

The only thing that seemed to silence all the nasty thoughts in Taehyung's mind was the man in front of him and all he wanted was just to be with him and forget the world. Escape it. Leave it behind.

Their eyes locked and Taehyung could feel the connection, the unspoken feelings there and he wanted them, selfishly, he wanted them all.

"I just want you... nothing else, just me and you." His voice wavered, the need in it clear.

Taehyung had never before allowed himself to feel vulnerable with anyone, Jungkook was the only person he trusted enough to do that with -so he did it, even when he was scared to death of it.

The need in Taehyung's voice and the pleading in his damp eyes, were as clear as day and they told Jungkook how much Taehyung needed to be loved right this moment, how broken he felt. How desperately needy and vulnerable he was.

All Jungkook wanted to do was to give him whatever he wanted...because he wanted to protect Taehyung, to love him, to cherish him.

Jungkook reached around Taehyung's hips and pulled him to, sliding him across the rug to sit in between his folded legs -almost exactly how Gestalta and Aleks had started their beautiful performance.

Taehyung was gently wrapped into an embrace of arms over his and pulled softly against the hard body behind him. A cool nose breathed warmly into the small curls at the back of his neck.

No words were exchanged, just warmth and closeness.

A gentle kiss at the nape of Taehyung's neck felt good and it felt like it released something.

He twisted and reached behind Jungkook's neck to bring him into an unhurried, sweet kiss charged with all the love he could muster.

In the brief quiet moment, with only the heat and crackling of the fire around them, Taehyung felt himself sink into his love and his heart open up, fearlessly.

It was too late to deny that his heart belonged to anyone other than Jungkook -he'd had it from the very first kiss -if Taehyung were entirely honest with himself.

In a dance of limbs which was smooth enough to have been choreographed, Taehyung turned around and sat on Jungkook's crossed legs, wrapping his legs around him.

In this sweet tangle of limbs, Taehyung melted against him, not wanting a single inch of their bodies apart. He pressed against Jungkook, gazing into his eyes for a moment that seemed to last an eternity before falling, falling, falling until their lips brushed for an instant.

The moment felt so profound that Taehyung felt the words, the three sweet words he had hardly ever whispered to anyone, he felt them dance on his lips and he wanted to say them more than anything.

Tears were easy tonight after everything and he felt them well again.

In a way that had already become so familiar, Jungkook seemed to know what to do.

He brushed the back of his hand on Taehyung's cheek and leaned over to kiss the side of his neck gently.

The strategically placed tiny kiss was enough to stir something in Taehyung, to make him want more.

He leaned his head to the side to invite more kisses and Jungkook happily did as requested but not before he had smiled at Taehyung affectionately and kissed the corner of his mouth.

When the wet mouth explored Taehyung's neck, strong arms wrapped tightly around his body, squeezing him close -as if to say this was the only place he ever needed to be at.

Taehyung didn't want to be anywhere else, ever. He wanted this, every day, all the time. He wanted to wake up with Jungkook and do silly things like watch funny movies and throw popcorn at each other. He wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything.

Taehyung's arms wrapped around the broad shoulders and he whimpered gently when fingers wrapped into the place he most liked them at, at the back of his head, firmly and steadily holding him in place -like he couldn't escape even if he wanted to.

"Jungkook... you've got me." It sounded more like a question than a statement and the only pledge he was capable of making right now.

Jungkook pulled up and looked at Taehyung for a long moment with those wide, starry eyes of his and whispered.

"Always." And that felt like a promise.

Even though they had shared many kisses thus far, from gentle pecks to sexy, deep, leisurely kisses, this one felt different. This one felt like it meant a lot more -promises, hopes and dreams were shared in it and Taehyung was holding onto to it for dear life, worried that once it stopped, everything would end.

He knew that at least while he was here, while he was kissing Jungkook, everything was alright and nothing could ever hurt him.

Taehyung's obvious vulnerability ignited Jungkook's need to protect him. It further warmed his kisses, softened his fingers, it smoothed his touch, it made everything softer, it gave everything more...

The hands that travelled over Taehyung's body were doing so with tender love. Jungkook touched with care and affection, appreciating every curve, angle and mound as if they were the last terrain his touch would ever travel.

The gentle glow inside Taehyung heated up into a flame so easily, like a kindling igniting at the first sight of a match. Taehyung felt the fever inside rise and take over his body, weighting it with a ripeness that tasted sweet on his tongue. The need to be picked and tasted ran deep within him.

Responding to the rich glow inside him, Taehyung nibbled Jungkook's lips, nipping at the sensitive skin with his teeth and sucking the flesh into his mouth gently, exploring the taste. Experimenting with the flavours he licked along the soft cushions, his hot breath falling onto Jungkook's mouth.

A gentle rumble rose from deep within Jungkook's chest and Taehyung couldn't help but to smile. "So easy to rile up...." He teased and rolled his hips against Jungkook's groin, the need making everything swell.

The rumble turned into something more akin to a quiet growl of need when fingers sunk into Taehyung's soft form. They followed the luscious curve of Taehyung's ass over the jeans and wrapped around the generous lobes, gently lifting so Jungkook could get Taehyung even closer.

The grip, gentle as it was, pinched Taehyung's somewhat tenderised skin deliciously, sending a vibration to his limbs and he moaned a little, cheeks reddening delightfully.

"Hmmm..." Jungkook hummed, deeply, obviously knowing why Taehyung had reacted that way to his touch.

"I seriously need to see your lush ass, Angel." To emphasise his point, his fingers travelled over the seam between the two lobes and immediately, Taehyung rubbed further against him in need.

"mm- please." He whined loudly. Unusually embarrassed by his eagerness, he looked away, eyes downcast.

Immediately Jungkook grabbed a firm hold of his jaw, twisting him back to face him. His black eyes were firm on Taehyung, making him squirm.

"Don't ever feel embarrassed about telling me what you want... I so, so love hearing you needy, Taehyung, it turns me on so, so much...." He whispered hotly into Taehyung's ear and the heat of it travelled all around his skin, somewhere along the lines changing into expectant goosebumps, demanding to be touched, everywhere.

"I want you." Taehyung whispered against Jungkook's lips.

At that Jungkook pushed him over onto the soft rug.

"I want to see you naked on this rug, lit by the fire." He whispered, getting up.

His face stretched into a cheeky smile when he said: "I'm going to get the lube."

Immediately, Taehyung started undressing in a hurry, his every move a picture of urgency, his clothes falling off him like water. He then lay on his side facing the heat, resting his head on his palm, elbow on the floor. Gazing leisurely at the fire, in all his naked glory, he turned to Jungkook when he heard him return. Reaction on his face was worth all the hurrying.

Upon seeing what was waiting for him, Jungkook stopped, just taking everything in.

As if Taehyung weren't beautiful enough, the fire lit all his contours with gold, his honeyed skin practically glowing under the warmth. The fire reflected off the soft eyes that looked at him with such fondness, he no longer had any doubts that Taehyung shared his feelings.

Unable to wait a moment longer, he yanked his top off and sat down close to Taehyung's ankles.

He started from the feet and traced the lush outline of Taehyung's shape, from the little bump of the ankle bone, over the strong calves, the soft thighs, the even softer hips until he reached the beautiful dip of his waist where his fingers wrapped around possessively.

"You look like an angel on a cloud. I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful..." he whispered, in awe.

"I never would have taken you for such a romantic, Mr. Big Mean Dom." Taehyung teased softly and Jungkook blushed, having been caught out.

A hand reached over and ran across Jungkook's torso, gently caressing around the hard lines, over the collarbone, around the shoulder and down his arm, tracing the lines of the tattoos, until the fingers met his, resting on Taehyung's waist.

"I could quite easily say the same thing, Jungkook." His voice was low and rich and Jungkook felt it in his spine. He realised that the contrast with Taehyung's apparent fragility and his inner strength was still there, even if he'd faltered a little.

He leaned over and automatically, Taehyung fell back into the soft fuzziness of the rug under him. Their eyes locked, unwavering, the connection between them phenomenally strong considering the short time they had known each other.

Taehyung's surrender to Jungkook was sweet and complete and this time it was absolute, without a single ounce of hesitation. Jungkook relished it, truly appreciating how lucky he was that Taehyung had chosen him.

The hand that landed on the side of Taehyung's neck and wrapped gently around his throat was possessive. It felt good and Taehyung's body reacted even before he had registered why.

Taehyung's head lolled back in obvious surrender and his hips pushed against Jungkook's, his hardness already there rubbing against the rough fabric of the jeans.

"Hmmm... I do love the way you react to my touch, Angel, it's so delicious, so free..." he hummed.

Taehyung merely sighed in response.

Jungkook whispered: "mine," at the same time as he gently squeezed around Taehyung's throat in clear ownership and all Taehyung could do was to agree with a deep moan because he was rapidly losing the ability to communicate in any other way.

There was nothing Taehyung more than to be Jungkook's.

Jungkook's hand travelled down in a firm slide, cupping around Taehyung's ribcage, his fingers sliding between the grooves of the ribs. He felt the urgent rise and fall of Taehyung's chest, the sharp intake of breath when his mouth fell on a nipple, when he licked it, flicked it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth fist gently, then harder, making Taehyung whimper and arch his waist.

It was not possible for Jungkook to fully describe in words the way Taehyung felt in his hands.

The impossibly irresistible combination of softness and hardness, fluidity and firmness, lust and innocence... The way he moulded into his touch, bent like a willow branch into his will, yet ready to spring back any moment with a sharp twang like a ruthless whip.

There wasn't just temptation in Taehyung, there was also danger and unpredictability which attracted Jungkook immensely.

He was certain there was never going to be a time when he'd bore of Taehyung.

Jungkook carried further down, mouthing a trail of soft kisses past Taehyung's belly button, finding his way to the soft flesh that slid toward his groin. He breathed in the groove of his thigh. Teasing, Jungkook ran his tongue along it, seeing the swollen, thick, wet cock on Taehyung's stomach twitch. A little whine rose from Taehyung's pliant form and he lifted his head to see, locking eyes with Jungkook.

"Please...." He pleaded with his blackened eyes and his eyebrows knitted, his teeth gripping onto the plush lower lip. His hips rolled as if trying to tempt Jungkook into action, tease him into devouring Taehyung in the way he wished to be devoured.

Ignoring the pleads, Jungkook kissed the mound of Taehyung's hipbone, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh around it. His mouth carried on nibbling its way to the inner thigh and the further around Jungkook got, the louder Taehyung was whining. Automatically the soft thighs opened for Jungkook and he moved in between them.

He spoke against the soft skin of Taehyung's thigh, letting his hot breath brush along it.

"I love it when you're so needy, Taehyung. Just love it."

Jungkook nuzzled a line with his nose and lips along the inside of the thigh to the top and wanting to tease a little more, he grazed all the tender parts with his lips, circling closer and closer to the hard shaft. Taehyung was going crazy, his hips lifting.

"Tell me. What do you want Angel?"

Not thinking about it for even a second, Taehyung answered: "C'mere." Impatient hands tapping at Jungkook's shoulders.

He climbed up from between Taehyung's legs until they were face to face. Before he realised what was going on, Taehyung had undone his jeans and had his hand in his pants.

"Argh!" Jungkook's eyes rolled to the back of his head when the slender fingers wrapped firmly around his cock over the soft fabric.

Taehyung rolled his thumb right at the tip, feeling the moisture seep through the fabric.

He hummed. "Fuck that's so hot... who's needy now?" He chuckled, teasing, his voice so low.

In a flash, a fierce grip on Taehyung's wrist yanked his hand out of the pants and slammed it down above his head into the soft rug. The other wrist followed immediately after and just like that, Taehyung was completely pinned to the floor with his legs spread wide open by Jungkook's strong hips.

Slowly, Jungkook ground his cock against Taehyung's length and they both moaned in need, Jungkook hissing through his teeth:

"You so like taking liberties Angel, don't you, I sometimes wonder if you're doing it just to rile me up... just so I'll take you in hand."

"Maybe..." Taehyung grinned, his smile bright enough to light the sky.

"I knew it..." Jungkook spoke gently into the crook of Taehyung's neck, quietly panting.

Hovering over Taehyung's face, Jungkook looked at the chocolate eyed softness under him and felt himself melt with intense need to possess him. The urgency inside him was an unnameable tightness that was only going to be relieved once he'd sink inside Taehyung, balls deep, and make him weep with joy.

"I need you..." Jungkook emphasised his point by grinding his hips against Taehyung's hardness again. There was much more to the want in his eyes than just the desire for the physical.

"Please..." Was all Taehyung had to say, because his wanton body was speaking for him.

Jungkook moved enough to roll Taehyung onto his front while he grabbed a cushion off the couch to place it under Taehyung's hips.

Taehyung's honey skin and red of his ass looked delightful against the white fluffiness of the rug, gently lit by the fire. He was the embodiment of temptation itself with his lush body, messy hair and hooded eyes peeking around his shoulder, a dusky pink colouring his cheeks.

Jungkook removed the rest of his clothes while he ran his eyes over the mountains and valleys of Taehyung's beautiful form waiting on the floor.

"Your ass is lush enough to start off with but with my handprints decorating it... I don't think there is anything sexier..." Dreamily, he stroked across the tender flesh, Taehyung moaning in response, hips rolling against the cushion, a needy whine at his lips.

The sudden wetness between Taehyung's lobes was not cold but hot, when Jungkook's wet tongue slid into the groove.

"Oh god..." Was all that Taehyung could say when Jungkook's fingers spread his tender cheeks further to sneak in for a better taste. Jungkook hummed in pleasure when the tip of his tongue tickled around the most sensitive flesh, teasing around the entrance, wetting it.

"Pleaseplease Jungkookie, please don't tease." Taehyung cried, so needy already.

Jungkook chuckled and said softly between licks:

"Why do you ever call me that when we're having sex?"

Momentarily confused as to what he was referring to, then realising it was the name he had accidentally called him by, Taehyung blushed, then replied, breathless from pleasure:

"Ahhhmmmm... I don't know. Maybe it's the only time I can't stop myself from calling you that." He panted.

"I like it, it's cute. Maybe you shouldn't stop yourself from saying it...?" He smiled before pushing his tongue into the tight hole.

Taehyung wailed, unable to answer when the intense pleasure made him grip the fluffy rug into his fists and his legs spread further on their own - his body wanted more, deeper, harder.

"M-more, please. Please." Taehyung whined, already writhing under Jungkook's experienced tongue.

Jungkook reached over for a moment, after which his coolly covered fingers slipped inside Taehyung. They felt incredible when they stretched open and filled Taehyung until he squealed with need. Soon, fingers were replaced by something much bigger, hotter and harder.

"Yesyesyes...." In his eagerness, Taehyung tried to meet Jungkook half way but was pushed down firmly by the back of his neck -in a very primal way- while painfully slowly, Jungkook owned him, inch by glorious inch until he was as deep as he could go.

Jungkook leaned down and placed small, wet kisses on the curve of Taehyung's neck, lovingly nuzzling all over the top of his back and smelling his hair.

Then, he moved.

Long, slow, almost tender strokes so frustrating that Taehyung started to whine in his desperation.

"Jungkookie, please. I beg you. Please fuck me."

Jungkook could feel how Taehyung's thighs were shaking, how the tension in his back was so obvious.

"Alright Angel, I've got you, remember?" His lips brushed past Taehyung's earlobe when Taehyung arched his head back after being released from the grip.

Both of Jungkook's hands flattened over Taehyung's shoulder blades and pushed down firmly, until Taehyung was flat on the floor, face in the rug. When Jungkook leaned on his arms, his weight shifted onto Taehyung until he moaned at the restriction of movement.

Jungkook increased his pace while holding Taehyung in place for leverage.

"You like that?" he whispered, his voice gruff.

"Hmmmeyah. I can't move. 'n you're fucking me. 'ckyeah." He could just about mumble out.

His hips rolled up, opening up to Jungkook, tempting Jungkook to move faster, deeper.

This time, Jungkook didn't delay.

He built up speed, ploughing into Taehyung ruthlessly, slamming into him.

Ecstatic, Taehyung's whines were a staccato of short and sharp exhales at every slam, magnified many-fold by Jungkook's heavy hands on his back.

"Fuck! Taehyung you are going to be the death of me, I swear. I. Just. Can't. Get. Enough. Of. You." He punctuated his speech with the shoves of his cock deep inside Taehyung's ass.

Leaning over, Jungkook placed an elbow on the rug, weaving his arm under Taehyung's arm to his throat, again wrapping his fingers gently around it. His body blanketed Taehyung while his thrusts slowed to give him a chance to catch his breath.

Desperate to connect, Taehyung's fingers wrapped around Jungkook's supporting arm. He felt so safe under Jungkook, so protected, enveloped by his body, hugged by his arm, held by his fingers.

Jungkook pushed in as deep as he could go and stopped, murmuring in Taehyung's ear.

The hot breath made everything hum brighter.

"Taehyung. I hope you understand that you're mine now." While The Voice caressed Taehyung's ear, Jungkook's fingers squeezed gently over his throat, sliding over the jaw bone, claiming his possession.

"Y-yes-ss. All yours. Only yours." Taehyung answered with a shaking voice, his insides burning with a need so hot he was going to melt any moment.

A loud moan was ripped from Taehyung's throat when Jungkook suddenly started ramming into him.

"Ohgodohgodohgod...." Taehyung could feel the tightness gather inside, the heat pool and stretch across his tense limbs and just when he was about to climb over the highest peak, Jungkook stopped and Taehyung whined loudly when his orgasm was ripped right from his fingers. "No! Don't stop, please." He almost cried.

"Here. Turn around."

Jungkook helped Taehyung turn around, adjusting the cushion under him.

Taehyung's cheeks and chest were a delicious pink, his nipples a dark brown and his cock, a shining angry red, so damp with juices that Jungkook just had to touch.

He ran his fingers over the tip of Taehyung's cock and he reacted loudly, nearly screaming.

"Fuck! So sensitive.... I need to come so bad, please." Taehyung pleaded with his desperate, wet eyes.

Jungkook rubbed the moisture down the shaft, gently gripping it, then pushing his fist up and down, only adding to Taehyung's frustration.

The kiss that followed was a gentle, sweet kiss, not one that went with how Jungkook had just been pummelling into Taehyung at the force and precision of a steam engine, nor how his fist teased along Taehyung's shaft.

But Taehyung melted into it, nonetheless, moisture gathering in the corners of his eyes at the tenderness of it.

Jungkook pushed his cock in gently, while still kissing Taehyung, moving slowly. In a way everything felt even more sensitive this way, when Taehyung could feel his body accommodate the hardness, then almost seal up again when he withdrew, only to start the process again at every push.

He hummed, needy, into the kiss.

Jungkook lifted his head, looking down at Taehyung. He traced the shape and the planes of Taehyung's face, kissed the corner of his mouth, the corner of his eye and just looked at Taehyung for a long time.

Everything was still.

"I love you." He whispered to Taehyung's soft face.

Feeling emotions well inside him and tears threatening to spill over, Taehyung wrapped his arms around Jungkook's neck and his legs around his hips, bringing him even closer.

Taehyung kissed him gently, sliding along his lips and whispered, barely audibly against them:

"I love you too."

Hearing the three, sweet words fall off Taehyung's lips filled Jungkook with more joy than he thought possible. He lowered his whole weight on Taehyung, bending him into a deep kiss by wrapping his fingers at the back of the neck, the other hand worming under the waist to hold him tight.

Jungkook didn't even know who started it or when but their bodies were rocking gently in the embrace and there were hands travelling all over Jungkook's body.

Suddenly, Taehyung gripped Jungkook's buttock and said: "Mine."

Jungkook chuckled.

Taehyung grabbed the other one and said: "Mine." Lifting his chin proudly as if in a slight challenge, lips slightly pouting.

"Yes, yes. It's all yours. Body and soul." The last part, he whispered against Taehyung's lush lips.

"And the heart?" Taehyung demanded, pulling Jungkook deeper into him by his lush buttocks.

"Most of all the heart." He whispered before kissing Taehyung sweetly, a smile still lingering on his lips.

In a quick ninja move, Jungkook rolled over so that Taehyung ended up on top of him.

"Your turn, bossy boots." Jungkook grinned, blocking against the whack he knew was coming.

To his surprise, Taehyung -clearly too far gone to mess around- concentrated on the sensuous movement of his hips, rolling as if to make sure there couldn't possibly be a place anywhere deeper that Jungkook could sink into.

"Fuck!" Jungkook squealed with the harsh fingers pinching his nipples.

"That's for the disrespectful language, young man." Taehyung joked, fully aware that he was playing with fire.

"I'm gonna get you for that, just wait and see... in the meantime."

Jungkook gripped Taehyung's hips ruthlessly and started pummelling into him from below, so hard that all Taehyung could do was to lean on his chest and take it, his back arching, jaw hanging slack, eyes rolling back.

"Yes- ss- ss- ss..." Was all that came out of Taehyung's mouth. The build-up into pleasure too close to climax was quick after having already been so close to it before. "Ohm-my... I'm gonna..." as soon as he said it, Jungkook stopped. "You fucking.... Ass!! I was so close..." he cried. Jungkook chuckled, a glint in his eye.

"Fine. I'll let you come if you don't move a muscle..." Taehyung's eyes widened and Jungkook knew he had him eating right out of the palm of his hand.

"W-what?" Taehyung looked at Jungkook with genuine confusion.

"Just sit there and don't move a muscle. Like this." He pushed Taehyung back gently, until he was sitting straight up, the movement pushing him deeply onto Jungkook's cock. He gasped.

"Now. Don't move." He said it like it was the easiest thing in the world. No big deal.

Exasperated Taehyung rolled his eyes and gave into the game. How hard could it be, after all?

Obviously, much harder than Taehyung had thought.

Jungkook ran his fingers lightly from Taehyung's collarbones down to his cock. Then he smoothed his thumbs over the nipples, touching only gently, before carrying on touching Taehyung's needy body all over, in slight, smooth touches.

But it didn't really matter how gentle or light his touch was because it might as well have been a full-on lick or a smack since Taehyung's body was already heated up and close to an orgasm. Every single touch rang like a bell on the tip of his cock, making it leak slowly with nectar until it shone with it, dripping wet.

Squeezing his eyes shut to concentrate, Taehyung could feel his thighs burn from the effort it took to not push up and down on Jungkook's cock that was so deliciously holding his hole wide open. He stopped breathing because even the rhythm of his breath felt like it was rocking the boat, the waves only growing bigger until his hips would join in.

The whines started loud, having completely skipped the quiet, gentle bit -because there was nothing quiet nor gentle about the orgasm that was going to hit Taehyung sooner rather than later.

"That's it, baby. You can feel it, can't you? It's right there, waiting..." even Jungkook's deep, raspy voice sent Taehyung ever closer to the precipice.

His arms were stiff, every muscle tense, his finger twisting like they were cramping, snaking into his hair.

"Please...pleasepleasepleaseplease..." If Taehyung had to say it one more time, he'd cry.

He opened his eyes and pleaded. Jungkook stopped breathing at the darkness in them, how they were totally blown and unfocused. He was so far gone...

"OK baby, are you ready? Stay still." He whispered, eyes tight on Taehyung's. He nodded.

With a single finger, when Jungkook's traced the moisture up Taehyung's shaft, he felt the shaking begin. Taehyung started tightening further around Jungkook and the urge to fuck the living daylights out of him burned bitter on Jungkook's tongue.

"Ohgod Jungkookie..."

"That's it, baby, give it to me..." Jungkook almost growled.

Slowly, Jungkook wrapped his fingers around Taehyung's heavy, swollen cock and rubbed the wetness along the sweet spot right at the edge of the helmet. Unable to resist, he rolled his hips, moving slowly inside Taehyung and that was enough for him to completely crumble and scream, while his hips stuttered, his ass clamping like a vice on Jungkook's cock.

Jungkook rammed in a few sharp bursts of thrusts and that was enough for him to get off when Taehyung was still writhing on top of him.

Afterwards, when Taehyung kissed him sloppily, Jungkook wiped his wet cheeks, asking:

"You OK?"

"Fuck yeah." Was all he said -all he needed to say because Jungkook knew exactly what he meant.

Finally, when they lay, spent, on the fluffy rug with the dying embers of the fire still warming them, they just held each other tight without any need to speak, just soaking up the other's presence.

Once their skins had cooled, Jungkook said:

"Come, I'll draw you a bath." He got up and offered Taehyung his hand.

"Hmm... sounds amazing."

Jungkook lit up some candles and put some bubbles in the bath, adjusting the water nice and hot.

"Hop in, I have to pop out quickly to check that they've locked all the doors and all the staff have gone home. I won't be long, OK?"

Taehyung nodded, leaning into the bubbles.

"Don't fall asleep."

"I won't." Taehyung smiled when Jungkook leaned down to give him a gentle kiss.

Jungkook pulled his jeans and t-shirt on and slipped his feet into some sandals before he headed downstairs.

Most of the lights were off, just the ones behind the bar -that were always left on- were lighting the front of the club.

Jungkook double checked the bathrooms and on his way to check the doors, he heard a loud banging noise.

"What the fuck...?" Jungkook mumbled, heading to the front door.