The slippery fingers are cool and so smooth with the gloves on that Taehyung barely feels them when they first touch down against the most tender part of his flesh. Then the pleasure hits him, all at once, and he is left whining at the circling fingertips – bunched together, they are like a nimble tongue, soft and slippery, tantalising his every nerve until he feels like he's going to lose it.

"So, what is it that you do in those long afternoon showers you have started taking?" Jungkook asks, casually.

Heat tickles at the tips of Taehyung's ears. Has Jungkook heard him? Was he being too noisy? Fingers push into his hole and Taehyung's eyes roll at the sweet stretch – so close to what he wants the most.

"...Because you felt ready, without any prep whatsoever?" Jungkook continues. A note of raw need rasps in his voice, Taehyung really likes that, because he wants Jungkook to be fucking desperate for him – as desperate as he is for Jungkook.

"I-I just have a wash," he stutters, embarrassed to be found out again. The fingers keep pushing in and out, slowly, and with every slide in, Taehyung's mind disintegrates a little more. It's becoming difficult to have a conversation, want is overpowering everything.

"I think it was a little more than that, Taehyung."

The tone is so tantalisingly soft, Taehyung feels hypnotised by it. All he can think about is how much he needs to be fucked senseless and all this delaying is driving him crazy. His cock throbs and aches so badly between his thighs.

"Ah-I used my fingers," he confesses when it occurs to him that nothing is going to happen until he gives a satisfactory answer.

Jungkook's heated breath suddenly tickles at his ear, "I want to know what you were thinking about."

Taehyung is too far gone to care where this will end. He can no longer worry about the future, not when all he can think about is Jungkook having his wicked way with him – for real, right here, right now.

"I imagined you fucking my brains out... bending me over and railing me until I screamed, over and over..." he gasps, the words come out like a desperate plead, a whine, punctuated by a wriggle of hips against the fingers.

Jungkook pulls out. "Is that so?" he hums, almost disinterested.

Taehyung's field of view is limited from where his cheek sinks into the headrest. He hears Jungkook take a few steps, then the familiar tick of the foot pedal. The chair lowers with a quiet whir until it reaches the bottom setting with a click and a nudge. The gloves come off. Jungkook unzips his pants and steps behind Taehyung. Finally!

When the deliciously hot and smooth cock slides over the wet hole and still dares to delay, wordless complaint whines off Taehyung's lips.

"That desperate for this, are you?" Jungkook teases darkly, tapping the slab of meat against the soppy hole like he's got all the time in the world.

"P-please stop teasing already... Please..." Taehyung cries.

Pleasure infuses the whole of Taehyung's existence when the hips thrust and finally, his daydreams become reality when the thick cock slides all the way inside him.

Just like he already imagined it countless times, Jungkook doesn't go slow or gentle, he goes hard, slamming against his ass with such force it wobbles like jelly. The chair creaks dangerously underneath them, but the hard grip over the hips and the straps over the shoulders and wrists hold onto Taehyung while Jungkook slams into him ruthlessly, over and over.

He can't be quiet, he moans, so, so loudly.

"Ahh... Look at you, what are you going to do now, Taehyung? Hm? Got what you wanted?" Jungkook grunts, hips working hard.

Yes! Ohyesohyes...! Taehyung wants to say but his answer is lost to another moan when a hand comes down to spank his ass, hard.

"Ohh!" The angry sting burns hot and sharp, again and again until his ass feels hot red, his whole body all fluid from the onslaught of pleasure.

Suddenly, the tight straps come off and Taehyung is free again.

Harsh hands pull him back until he's up on his knees, back tightly against Jungkook. The hips continue to grind while hands travel all over Taehyung's body, sliding continuously, like they are simply incapable of stopping.

"What else do we do in these fantasies of yours?" Jungkook whispers, hips thrusting slowly. "Where do we fuck?"

"Everywhere..." Taehyung groans at the thought, "On the worktops, against the walls, in the bathroom, kitchen..."

"How very inspired..." Jungkook mutters against Taehyung's neck.

"...the car, outdoors... Bed. Ah!" Taehyung pants.

"There is a bed on the list. I'm relieved to hear it –" Jungkook chuckles, "– because I'm worried we're going to break this chair!" he chuckles, pulling away. He stands up and brings Taehyung up too, by the arm.

Standing in the middle of the treatment room, they finally face each other, staring eye-to-eye. Taehyung suddenly feels shy in his nakedness next to Jungkook, who is still fully dressed. The weirdness of his fantasies and reality colliding hits him and he doesn't know where to look.

"Hey, don't hide from me," Jungkook says, bringing Taehyung's face up. "Everything's fine. Don't worry. You always worry..."

As soon as Jungkook's soft lips land on Taehyung's mouth, he sighs, relaxing in the strong hold.

"I'm not worried... Not anymore," he mutters, pulling Jungkook closer by the shirt.

"Good." Jungkook smiles. "Let's go home. I need you in my bed."

Taehyung nods, smiling softly.