The hand that travels across Taehyung's skin is somehow possessive in the way it slows down over the pulse point, fingers absentmindedly gripping over the Adam's apple, as if testing their fit over the throat.

The vulnerability in the quiet question takes Taehyung by surprise, surely now is not the time to be talking about his "school boy crush" (aka soul-deep obsession) on Jungkook, it has gone on for way too long and he doesn't care to be found out – not when they could be doing so many other things right now. Helpless heat rises on Taehyung's cheeks. It would be too embarrassing if Jungkook knew the truth, he would look utterly pathetic.

"Since I saw you topless," he lies, eyes darting away nervously from the knowing eyes.

Jungkook chortles a little, clearly not believing a word. "Is that so?" he asks, adjusting his gloves almost casually.

The way Jungkook pushes the glasses up his nose makes something run up Taehyung's back. He nods with his best innocent face on. It makes sense, right? He can get away with this, for sure. He has to. This doesn't have to get complicated, Jungkook doesn't ever have to know about his embarrassing feelings...

Taehyung holds his breath until one of them moves and breaks the eye contact. But to his utter dismay, Jungkook goes to undo the strap down at his ankles. It makes panic flitter about him, has he said something wrong? Are they stopping? Has he ruined it?

"Why are you-" The question is interrupted by the gloved hands yanking off his shoes, socks and pants. Oh.

Instantly, Taehyung's legs curl when he is reminded of the predicament that he'd all but forgotten. The gloved hands slide slowly up and down his bent legs, treasuring, while Jungkook considers him over the rim of the glasses with a fresh air of hardness. The contrast between the soft, gentle hands and the hard gaze has Taehyung melting, every time.

"That's okay, I can ask again," Jungkook says, softly. It sounds like a sweet threat.

The way Jungkook moves feels somehow predatory. He gets another, shorter strap made of the same material as the chair binds and he brings Taehyung's knees together with it, attaching the legs onto the strap across the chest. All he needs to do is tighten everything and Taehyung is suddenly completely doubled over with his knees almost at his chin... and his naked ass hanging out.

Ohgod.

Without a word, Jungkook gets up and walks out of the treatment room, leaving Taehyung bundled up like meat ready for roasting. He returns a moment later with a tube of something in his blue hands.

Off comes the white coat and the tie. Jungkook sits down and takes a moment to roll his sleeves up, revealing the glorious, veiny and tattooed forearms. Taehyung drools over the sight, the thinner white fabric of the shirt licks the glorious contours of the muscles, a few buttons are undone at the collar, just far enough down that a wisp of a tattoo shows between the cushions of muscle in the middle of the chest.

The first, slippery touch on the sensitive skin between the legs makes Taehyung moan. Jungkook carries on teasing softly, like he's tracing figures on the flesh, tempting. But he avoids touching where Taehyung most wants him to.

"Please," he whines.

"I'm waiting for my answer," Jungkook says in that annoyingly casual tone of his. It sounds like he's determined to find out the truth behind Taehyung's lies and that, is scary.

"A-awhile..." he tries to be vague, the embarrassment is too much, even when want tickles at his pride... he needs Jungkook so badly that the temptation to blurt out the truth is dancing at the tip of his tongue.

A finger pushes inside, moving in and out in a leisurely pace.

"A short while or a long while?" Jungkook keeps pressing.

"Some time now..." Taehyung tries not to moan, but it's impossible to think straight. He can't move and Jungkook is... Second finger pushes in, he gasps. "Yes... Yesyesyes." Taehyung's eyes flutter, faster than the heart hammering in his chest.

The fingers push all the way in and stop there, knuckles pressing at Taehyung's rim. Jungkook leans closer and waits until their eyes lock. "Be specific. More than six months?"

Taehyung looks away, biting at his lip, he can't say it.

"Say it," Jungkook threatens, a hint of hardness creeping into his tone. The fingers are as deep as they'll go, yet he nudges. When no answer is forthcoming, in a calm move, he adds some lube and pushes in a third finger.

Taehyung's eyes roll. "Fuck," he gasps, head rolling from side to side. "I-I can't."

Jungkook goes for it, he fucks with the fingers, really finding Taehyung's sweet spots, like he's determined to break him and he carries on and on, endlessly in a mind-boggling rhythm. Just when Taehyung feels like he's about to come, the fingers pull all the way out, right at the edge of sweet relief.

"No!" he wails, his whole body tensing. The fingers return to rub over his hole, they slide around, like they know exactly what Taehyung wants but they refuse to give in to his desires. Such a ruthless tease.

The back of Jungkook's dry fingers stroke across Taehyung's cheek with tenderness, "It's alright..." he comforts, "I can go on as long as it takes, sweetheart." His tone is equally loving as it is somehow patronising – Taehyung has never heard Jungkook use a tone like that with him... And it does things to him, truly.

He feels so conflicted, he wants to fight the embarrassment of being found out as much as he wants to please Jungkook, he wants to confess, as much as he doesn't. The dark eyes are so close when Jungkook leans right over, until his breath tickles at Taehyung's ear.

"Just tell me... and I'll make you feel really good, it's okay... I just want you to be honest," Jungkook mutters.

A warm feeling of relief floods Taehyung when he remembers that Jungkook would never laugh at him, he's not like that. He's intense, he's hard at times, but he's never mean, ever.

"For-forever," The word puffs from Taehyung's lips while he stares into the starry eyes. Too much feeling stings at the back of his eyelids, he feels overwhelmed with it.

Not even a breath moves between them. Taehyung thinks he's ruined everything... then a soft smile comes to play on his partner's lips.

"There you go, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" Jungkook pulls out and stands up, pulling off his gloves.