It's the first time Taehyung has ever been inside Jungkook's car and he's not even looking at anything other than the man himself, how he moves, how he looks without his white coat on, with his shirt unbuttoned down to the chest, how his hands look on the wheel of the car, on the gear stick.

Taehyung leans back into the seat and glances out into the darkness occasionally sliced white with the headlights of cars. It's surprisingly late.

"Regrets?" Jungkook asks in a quiet voice.

Taehyung glances at him. "No. Not one. You?"

"I'll tell you in the morning..." Jungkook says, lights dancing in his eyes and it's impossible not to read things into the small comment. "Unless you have somewhere else to be...?" he adds, polite as ever.

"Nowhere I'd rather be..." Taehyung says, cheeks heating.

They don't make it inside the apartment before the first kiss. Jungkook leans in to push Taehyung into the mirror of the lift and he lets him, fingers shyly curling under the open jacket and around the waist.

The way Jungkook kisses feels overwhelming, in the best possible way. The world melts away, shrinking entirely into the space between their lips. They almost miss their floor because they are too busy making out.

Taehyung is undoing Jungkook's pants on the corridor while he is digging out the key card for the apartment. "Hang on, there are cameras..." the words smile against the side of Taehyung's neck.

"Does that mean someone was watching us get it on in the lift...?" Taehyung nibbles on Jungkook's ear.

"Ah! Probably. You need to watch those teeth, Taehyung," Jungkook warns with a playful stab.

"Ah! Okay, new kink unlocked..." Taehyung mutters, thinking about someone potentially watching them make out.

"Got a lot of those, have you?" Jungkook teases, pulling the door open. He yanks Taehyung inside and they crash against a wall, kicking shoes off. Coats fall on the floor, but no one cares because their mouths are too busy chasing after each other. Hungry.

Taehyung giggles. "Only one way to find out..." He licks into Jungkook's mouth, hips grinding. He pushes off the wall and turns them around, hands freely exploring the delectable body hiding under Jungkook's clothes.

"I want to suck you off properly..." he mutters against the sharp jaw.

"Let's have a shower first..." Jungkook says.

Taehyung doesn't really take in the details of the small bathroom which is connected to the bedroom. He's too busy trying to pull off Jungkook's clothes to care if the tiles are rose or salmon pink or if the handles are gold or brass – the place is warm, lit softly and the rug under his feet is fluffy. Nothing is as warm or silky as Jungkook's chest, though, which Taehyung tastes with the determination to taste every inch of the man.

But his plans are foiled when Jungkook pulls him into the corner shower cubicle, under the steaming stream of water which feels like a kiss all over his body when it's accompanied by attentive hands travelling all over him.

Soft moisture billows out of the shower and it muffles the room, covering the shiny surfaces with its secrets. The bathroom becomes their private pleasure cave, there is no risk of being found out here.

Naked skin against skin feels glorious when wet, the bubbles between them make everything slide like a dream. Water drips and shines in the soft light. Taehyung pulls Jungkook closer, licking into the wet lips, gasping and panting into the mouth when he's pulled even closer.

"Wash me..." Jungkook mutters against Taehyung's cheek.

The dark gaze is focused only on Taehyung, like nothing else exists in the whole world. What can he do but obey? He grabs the shower gel and takes great care to wash over the glorious landscape at his disposal, every mountain, every valley – and especially the heavy member that keeps poking at him, already so full and eager again, demanding his attention.

The bubbles slide down the thick muscles full of inky art, washing away under the persistence of the flowing water. Jungkook grabs Taehyung by the wrist.

"My turn..." The delicious, depraved promise filling the words incites such devotion in Taehyung, he never wants to deny Jungkook, he is willing to do whatever the man chooses to do with him, because he wants to forever offer himself, freely.

The confident hands that no longer ask for permission, guide Taehyung to stand against the wall, hands flat on either side of his shoulders. The moment extends until time no longer has meaning while the shower hums next to them, warming the air. They are in a world of their own.

"Spread your legs," Jungkook says, "Wider." His rich hum echoes around the shower while fingers dance down Taehyung's spine. "Don't move."

He proceeds to wash Taehyung thoroughly, taking longer in some places than others, massaging out muscle kinks of tension along the way. No one has ever washed him like this, it's so incredibly intimate the way Jungkook cares for him.

"Lean your head back." Relaxing fingers massage his scalp until the shampoo froths. "Rinse." Taehyung leans back into the flow of water and the bubbles in his hair wash away.

As always, Jungkook moves slowly but with great precision, taking his time. The longer he carries on, the more impatient Taehyung gets – he just wants to push the man down on the floor so he can take what he wants. It's beginning to feel as if he's being wound up on purpose – again!

Annoyed, Taehyung turns around with a firm intention of kissing Jungkook again. He doesn't get far, a hand grabs him by the jaw and he's pushed against the tiles.

"Don't do it..." Jungkook threatens softly.

"Do what? Tease you endlessly?" The words are pointed, delivered with a pout.

Jungkook tries to supress a smile, not quite succeeding. "I was going to say think about it too much... But that works too..." he mutters, soft eyes dropping down to the pout.

Such a small movement is enough to demonstrate Taehyung's vulnerability in their dynamic: a simple settling of fingers over the throat and he's gone – all thought disappears. The only thing suddenly left in his consciousness is Jungkook.

For a moment it looks like Taehyung might get a kiss, but instead, he's pushed out of the shower. Diligent as ever, Jungkook wraps him in a towel and guides him out into the bedroom.

They stop at the foot of the large bed covered in white bedding, very much in line with the rest of the muted, neutral decor. For a moment, Jungkook looks a little awkward, reminiscent of his younger self. He hesitates before speaking.

"I like to do things in a very specific way... I don't know if you'll like it."

Taehyung frowns, drying his hair with a second towel Jungkook passes him out of one of the mirrored cupboards along the bed. "Specific?"

Jungkook paces around, then stops. "I like to be in control..." He pushes fingers through his wet hair, then quietly adds, "All the time."

Taehyung's hands stop, realisation tickling in his mind. "In the bedroom or...?"

Relief flashes on Jungkook's face at the words. "All the time in the bedroom, outside is... negotiable." He chuckles in a self-deprecating manner, as if aware of his own awkwardness.

An instant desire to reassure buds inside Taehyung. It feels like they used to be better at this – talking – but for some reason, at some point in their history, that changed. Why, exactly? He can't recall.

"Is it any different to what we've already done so far?" Taehyung asks softly, stepping closer.

"Not really. But... I'm not very good with vanilla. I don't think I can do it..." Jungkook wrings his hands.

Vanilla – Taehyung knows this word, it means "normal" sex. But he's not sure what's outside of that. He hesitates, then sees the wide eyes staring at him. It occurs to him that it must have been a big thing to confess that. If Jungkook trusts him enough to know that, he should do as well.

"I just want you..." Taehyung mutters, crossing the final distance between them. He cups the most familiar face he knows, and he smiles. "We'll figure it out..."

They kiss like they've always been kissing.