Dominant JungKook plays with his delectable submissive Taehyung.

"So which do you prefer, fingers now or cock later? Blink for cock, Angel." JungKook asks, already knowing the answer. Taehyung's furious blinking releases more tears onto the already damp cheeks, his dark chocolate eyes burn hot with need.

*

The sight of Taehyung is almost more of a turn on for JungKook than what they are actually doing. The heated, shiny cheeks, the swollen pink lips wrapped around the ball of the gag that makes rivulets of spit run down his chin.

*

The Japanese shibari rope tied neatly all around Taehyung makes his golden skin tint with pink, glow with warmth and the neat bundles of binds disable him beautifully, making him just a hole for JungKook to use purely for his own pleasure.

*

That's what Taehyung wants -to be used, claimed, owned -these needs balancing perfectly with the needs of JungKook who wants nothing more than to claim, own and give pleasure -if the need happens to include being used, he's happy to provide it. Anything to make Taehyung happy.

*

"If you come without permission, you'll get nothing." JungKook's words are stern and they make Taehyung squirm on the hard floor where his thighs are aching from being tied to his shins, his legs wide open leaving his naked crotch vulnerable to the elements.

*

All of Taehyung already quivers in desperate need because his ass cheeks are burning from the firm spanking, the pink glow of it still warming his insides, his limbs still loose from the pure, unadulterated ecstasy of it.

*

When JungKook increases the level of the vibrations of the massager pressing on sensitive nerves inside Taehyung a notch, not even the gag is able to block the noise being ripped out of his throat at the intensity of the sensations within him.

*

JungKook thinks it a bit cruel but he reaches down to slide his fingers across Taehyung's thoroughly soaked cock, spreading the juices, polishing the head until Taehyung is sobbing, his cock nodding to the same soundless rhythm as his heaving chest.

*

"Do you want to come, Baby?" His voice is gentle this time when he sweeps the sweaty curls away from the pleading face. Feeling generous, he undoes the gag and pulls it out of Taehyung's mouth gently.

"Pleaseplease, I beg you." Taehyung sobs, so, so needy. "I need you...."

*

There's only affection on his face when he says: "You've been so good for me, Angel, I'll reward you. Here." He pulls his cock out, plopping it on Taehyung's wet cheek. Immediately Taehyung smears his lips over the substantial shaft before sucking kisses along the stem of it.

*

JungKook weaves his fingers into the curls and pulls gently until Taehyung opens his mouth, gazing up with such need it twists JungKook's insides with scolding fire.

"Let's see how you take my cock then, Precious."

*

When JungKook pushes into the heated wetness, he can immediately feel Taehyung relax his muscles -in a move that is so familiar and eager, as always. By now, they know each other's needs, wants and limits -there hardly even seems the need to speak, unless it is to play with words.

*

JungKook pushes all the way in until his cock nudges against Taehyung's relaxed throat, when a deep rumble shakes the flesh hugging around his cock, inviting him to use and abuse the eager hole.

Taehyung loves his throat fucked. A lot.

*

The room is filled only by the sounds of Taehyung's squelching throat, buzzing in his ass and the debauched sounds of his muffled moaning blanketing JungKook's cock -and JungKook's panting because of it.

It doesn't take long with Taehyung being so close already.

*

"Look at me, Angel." JK whispers, to get Taehyung to return to him a little more, to not slip quite so deep into his pleasure. "I want to see you come while I fuck your mouth, Baby. You think you can do that for me, Beautiful?" Taehyung's eyes shine when he nods.

*

JungKook picks up the pace til Taehyung moans, body and throat tightening, his skin glistening with sweat, a glorious gold. His eyes are the darkest starry sky when he stares up, pushing onto the cock, ever harder with such desperation that JungKook's not surprised when he comes.

*

It's always like this with them...a bond deeper than the ocean, a true connection between souls if there ever was one. The way Tae gives his all will always squeeze JungKook's heart because there's nothing like the trust when giving yourself so unconditionally, fiercely, fearlessly.

*

Taehyung's whole body convulses -as much as it's able under the restraints- the scream straining over JungKook's cock while his hot come spills all over the floor... the intense sucks of Taehyung's mouth turn into gentle suckles of comfort instead, while he hums, satiated.

*

JungKook moves and leans down to peck gently on the swollen, gasping mouth before reaching down for the massager, gently pulling it out, quietly apologising for the shudders he ignites by doing so.

*

He wants to get closer, so JungKook kneels with Taehyung, stroking his cheeks gently, wiping the tears away and leans in for a leisurely kiss. He releases the thighs, admiring the rope tracks on the smooth honeyed skin. Taehyung smiles, dreamily.

*

Once they stand, one wobblier than the other, JungKook releases Taehyung's arms from behind his back and rubs them gently to ease the discomfort. One never to waste an opportunity, Taehyung wraps his arms around the strong shoulders, still humming, his voice soft and melodic.

*

Unable to resist a kiss, Taehyung steals one and firm hands grip around his ass, cupping a cheek in each hand. The kneading lights up the pink and immediately, Taehyung is back in play, cock twitching.

*

"Are you ready for my cock then, Angel?"

*
Taehyung has never been so ready for cock in his whole life. Every surface of him, inside and out is burning to be filled -he's no longer sure if he's made up of a solid or a liquid, perhaps he's only a flame at this point, practically suffocated by his want.
*

Hardly even aware, he shudders and whines for more when JungKook pushes him over the table. "Please... fill me up..." his breath mists the low, glossy surface cooling his skin, giving temporary respite from his fever. Is it finally time, can he have what he's waited for so patiently?
*

"Alright, Angel, it's coming..." JungKook speaks gently, almost in direct contrast to his lewd, exploring fingers prodding and poking, demanding access and spreading the damp tightness so heated while caressing Taehyung's back in long, tender strokes.
*

Taehyung has finally sunk in as deep as he can go without losing himself in it entirely. His body feels almost transparent, but like cotton wool, soft and warm. Only the essence of him remains, with the desire swirling within him darkly like a brewing storm.
*

The fingers feel so good, thick, rough, strong, unforgiving. 3 or 4? Insistently shoving in harder and faster until they can't go any further. Taehyung's moans ride on the same wave, getting louder and deeper at every shove, squelching of his wet ass the perfect accompaniment.
*
It's just not deep enough, not hard enough, just not damned sore enough. "Please...." slips out even though he knows it won't make a difference, he will get it -if he will get it- when JungKook decides and no sooner. But to JungKook there is no sweeter sound than Taehyung's pleads.
*

Taehyung still feels the sweet ache in his jaws and the echo of rope pinch singing on his skin, adding to the sweeps and gentle kisses on his back, they all mix into a boiling soup of want and need, more incoherent by the second until JungKook sees Taehyung is close to his limit.
*

"Do you want my cock, Angel? How much do you want it?" JungKook asks, his voice dark and coaxing with a hint of predatory tease -just the way Taehyung loves it.
"Yes, Sir. So ready.... M'please....Sir." JungKook hums, pleased with the title, Taehyung always knows how to rile him up.
*

The ache half out of JungKook's trousers is positively intolerable since he is yet to come. Even his steely resolve starts crumbling with the vision of heated ass cheeks shining with damp, the absolutely soggy valley in between currently sucking his fingers into the dark pit.
*

Taehyung's back muscles ripple and tighten when he tries to stay still against the grinds and rolls of desire in his wanton body -he's never one to consciously break an order given, no matter how trivial. The angle of his slender neck is enticing, curve of his waist so beautiful.
*

"I think I've teased you enough, baby. You've been so good, I think it's time I gave you what you really want... Spread yourself for me...nice and wide" he instructs Taehyung, expecting full compliance immediately -and what JungKook wants, JungKook gets.
*

"I want to see my cock split you open... how well you take it." His hum is guttural while his fingers dance on the curve of Taehyung's hip.
*

Taehyung whines at The Voice, feeling it somewhere between his spine and his heart, where it's dark and hot -as if he could resist JungKook when he uses it.
Reaching around the lush lobes he reveals his most vulnerable parts, offering his all for JungKook to abuse at his will.
*

"Fuck, Angel. So keen for my fat cock, eh?"
Finally there is something thick, warm and smooth at his hole, sliding across the dewiness. JungKook aims without entering, just nudging on the edge of the abyss, preparing for the leap into the darkness, stretching, gently pressuring.
*

Taehyung pleads wordlessly with a whine when a long thrust all the way in opens him up even past the fingers' reach. He sobs from pleasure when he is finally, bloody finally filled to the brim, everything inside him immediately coiling and screaming for more.
*

This is when JungKook feels at his most powerful, when he has lovingly crumbled every last bit of resistance, so all Taehyung can hear and feel and taste is JungKook and what he is doing with his hands, fingers, cock -the way he cherishes, appreciates and completely owns him.
*

Every time they "play", Taehyung's submission reaffirms their connection, their love. The trust that Taehyung places in JungKook -told with his submission- is equal to the trust JungKook places in him -the circle of needs is completely fulfilled by their honesty.
*

The jaw ache from the earlier violation, the sweet pinch on Taehyung's skin from the rope now released -they only add to his heat. His existence now consists of only JungKook and everything that he does -with such apparent ease-to make him feel things that are out of this world.
*

JungKook doesn't go slow, he doesn't go gentle. They are both past that, no longer able to tease or taunt, now only burning need driving their bodies. He rams into Taehyung so hard that even the sturdy table complains underneath when Taehyung's thighs hit it again and again.
*

JungKook's fingers grip soft hips ruthlessly, bound to leave bruises for days. The heat of their bodies escapes in perfectly symmetrical droplets of sweat running down the honeyed groove of Taehyung's back and across the delicious pink now across JungKook's collarbones.
*

The drops follow the valley of muscles on JungKook's chest, tracing the patterns of the tattoos revealed between sides of the ripped shirt.
"Gonna come for me again?" He whispers, his voice rough.
The frantic nod makes JungKook grin while he slides a hand softly across the waist.
*

JungKook lets Taehyung get away with the transgression, after all, even he's having trouble speaking, so close to coming.
"Up." He commands and Taehyung lifts off the table, ruthless fingers immediately attacking his already sensitised swollen nubs -squeezing, tugging, pinching.
*

Taehyung screams, his ass clutching at JungKook's pounding cock. "Fuck!" JungKook shouts, on the verge of coming, if the pulsing of his cock is anything to go by. "C'mon, baby. Give it to me..." He half whispers, voice so rough Taehyung can barely make out what he's saying.
*
The utterance is almost lost amongst all the squelching and slamming and moaning. It's messy, it's noisy, it's so damned sexy that Taehyung feels his seams giving up on him, light already leaking through the gaps between his stitches. Very soon, he would rip open.
*

"...ngh... I can't... it's too much..." his voice is a wail, pained and high. JungKook can feel Taehyung's thighs trembling against his own and he wants to tip him over more than anything, he wants to make Taehyung crack.
*

It seems like a bit of a cheat to JungKook but he grabs the bright red lobes from Taehyung's grip and squeezes them firmly, harshly. The immediate sharp pain seems enough for Taehyung to convulse, verging on his climax.
*

"That's in Angel, come on my cock." He grunts, thrusting so hard the cacophony of sounds echo around the room and he feels himself disappear for a moment, his whole body stuttering when as a final gift to Taehyung, he pulls his hair so hard, a surprised cry is ripped out of him.
*

It's all too much for Taehyung who- despite already having come once, is close to it again. So deliciously abused, opened up and violated, humming all over, his body is putty in JungKook's hands, no longer the property of Taehyung.
*

The yank of hair is the last straw. He can't take anymore but the thrusting carries on relentlessly, making his eyes roll to the back of his head until tears of pleasure are wrung out of him with the sound of his orgasm.
*

The wave hits Taehyung so hard he feels as if his body is turned inside out and back again until he is completely soft and pliant, floating in soft hues of happiness.
A soft kiss at his nape stirs him and JungKook says: "That better baby?" his voice an affectionate, gentle tease.
*

Feeling a loss in his emptiness, Taehyung pushes up, turning around and slides his arms around JungKook's neck, a small, satisfied hum escaping his smiling lips, looking like the cat that ate the canary.
*

This face will never bore JungKook -the hazy, dreamy, blushed cheeks and all the stars of the sky glittering in the dark depths of the wide eyes... no, this will never get old he thinks when their lips meet like butterfly wings.