Fuck it.

The ravenette pulled back and stared Jungkook in the eyes, not saying anything, he held his gaze, mouth slightly parted. Only when Jungkook went to speak did Taehyung press his lips against his.

.........

Heavy breathing was heard as both men came down from their high. Jungkook was hovering over Taehyung, bangs sweaty from the hours of exhilaration, pink lips streaked red from bites and sucking. His neck littered with bite marks, long scratches laid across his shoulders and down his back, each one glowing an angry red.

Resting his head against the table, Taehyung ran a hand through his bangs. His face and body were flushed, large hickeys on his throat and his chest.

So, how did they go from supposedly having dinner to being sprawled out across the top of the dinner table, completely naked?

Let's back up.

...( 2 hours ago)...

Only when Jungkook went to speak did Taehyung press his lips against his. As soon as their lips molded together, Jungkook's hands found Taehyung's ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh under the jeans. The ravenette moaned into his mouth, loving the way Jungkook's lips tasted, and Taehyung swore he could just get drunk off of those lips alone.

Who needed alcohol when you had Jeon Jungkook?

The kisses were sloppy, at first, teeth knocking together. However, they went from clumsy to sensual when Jungkook held the nape of Taehyung's neck and forced his tongue inside his mouth, loving the way the ravenette would moan, the vibrations from the sound making Jungkook's lips tingle. He slid his fingers into Taehyung's permed hair, enjoying the feeling of the curls around and silkiness around his fingers.

He had always loved Taehyung's hair. So thick and beautiful, just like his body. The older male's body was perfectly imperfect. The dips and curves were firm yet soft, and Jungkook always loved the way it felt against his. They fit together like puzzle pieces, their bodies writhing and twisting against the other.

It was a dance of lust.

"God..." Taehyung moaned when Jungkook bit down on his bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth. Jungkook's dark eyes watched Taeyung's expressions, loving the small wrinkle above his nose when his brow would crease from pleasure. The way his cheeks tinted like they were lightly coated in makeup, and his voice was heavenly.

You never would think someone with a voice as deep as Taehyung's could hit a high note, but it could, and Jungkook was the only one that was able to pull it out of him.

The kisses continued, both men ignoring the tiny dog staring at them from the doorway of the kitchen. Yeontan sniffed around the floor before his ears perked up at the sound of a low rumble. Looking up, he saw Tae break the kiss, pressing his face against Jungkook's neck to hide his giggles as his stomach let out another growl.

"Taehyung, please eat so you can tame that beast." Jungkook giggled.

The older nodded, face still one of pure happiness when he went to stand, but he was snatched back down, a light peck placed against his slightly swollen lips.

"We'll finish this later, baby." The younger whispered eyes heavy with lust. Taehyung tried to hide his face, embarrassed. A smack on his bottom caused him to yelp as he went back to fixing the table. After the meal was finally set, Jungkook helped Taehyung, which led to another heated make-out session. After that, the two men were finally sitting down and eating.

Jungkook watched as Taehyung chewed at the meat, the way his mouth would fold over it and suck it in. He wished it was something else, but he needed to let Taehyung eat before the baby tore the roof off of the apartment. The older of the two quickly helped himself to some vegetables and rice, never slowing down as he shoveled the food inside his mouth.

Jungkook was eating a bit slower, he was hungry for something else, but since Taehyung went through so much trouble, he would enjoy the food.

"How many weeks are you?" He found himself asking, and Taehyung paused in his eating.

Wiping at his mouth, he pulled the folder over and looked inside.

"The doctor won't know for sure until the ultrasound, but he thinks I'm at least six weeks."

Nodding as he chewed on a piece of lamb, Jungkook sat back and took in Taehyung's appearance.

Many years ago, he would try to picture what the older male would look like pregnant, and it was a fetish he developed—doing his best to beg Taehyung to go off of his pills so they could have a baby. It was funny because he never cared to have kids; of course, he had the same thoughts as most young people, how many, and the genders he wished to have, but after the break-up, children were the furthest thing from his mind.

If he didn't have babies with the man he wanted a future with, then he didn't plan on trying with anybody else. Taehyung still held his heart, and during their Saturday meeting, he would agree he took it too far, being jealous and allowing his anger to get the better of him.

Taehyung deserved the truth, and the only person that could deliver that truth was Jungkook.

Clenching his jaw, Jungkook chugged some soju, resting his hands on the table, and gave Taehyung a serious stare. The older felt the eyes on him and set his utensils down, wondering why Jungkook would have such a stoic expression on his face when just minutes ago, it was a tender smile and loving eyes that held warmth.

"I...ugh...let me start with this. I know our relationship wasn't the best in that last year, and for that, I want to say I'm sorry. I should have explained to you what was going on with Yoo-Ra and...I should have catered to your feelings instead of getting defensive and shutting you out."

The younger's fingers interlocked as he spoke, and Taehyung nodded, staring down at his plate.

Jungkook continued.

"I honestly don't know why those women were texting you and commenting on our social media. I still don't know how they got your number, but I promise you, Taehyung, I've never cheated or slept with anyone else while we were together."

Taehyung didn't know what to say.

For the past year, all he could think about was how Jungkook cheated on him. About how Jungkook had been lying to him. But if the younger had been doing all of those things, why would he continuously try to make himself a part of Taehyung's life when he could easily move on?

He wanted to say it was because of the baby, but Jungkook started this behavior before becoming pregnant. Maybe he should have pushed more, made the younger sit down and talk to him instead of causing arguments and continuously accusing him of things. Perhaps, instead of it being Jungkook's fault, it was Taehyung's. He'd grown insecure, jealous, and spiteful. He hadn't cared about Jungkook's emotions at all. Instead, he was too busy trying to get even instead of giving his love.

"I'm sorry too. I should have been more understanding and trusting. I never doubted you before, and I...I was jealous."

At the confession, Jungkook stared with wide eyes. What did Taehyung have to be jealous of?

He was unique, beautiful, and talented; what on Earth would have the gorgeous male so insecure he would start doubting Jungkook so harshly?

So Jungkook had to ask.

"Of...of what?"

The look on Taehyung's face darkened, eyebrows drawing together and lips turning down into a frown. His hands slid off the table and started to rub at his stomach, and it housed their growing child, the tiny being whose life depended on Taehyung for safety and nutrition.

"I was jealous of Yoo-Ra. I thought she was trying to take you from me and succeeding...you never told me why she was there that night and it...it broke something." Taehyung's hands traveled from his stomach to his chest, clenching the white shirt over his heart. Jungkook bit his lip as he watched Taehyung try to fight off the tears pooling in his brown eyes.

"I was so scared that you wanted her instead of me. That she had what I didn't." The tears looked like crystals lining his cheeks, each drop sparkling under the kitchen light. His cheeks were now a beautiful baby pink, looking as if an angel crafted a blanket and gently rested it against Taehyung's golden skin. Black lashes were wet and started sticking together as Taehyung wiped at his eyes with his sweater's sleeves.

Jungkook watched as Taehyung tried to hold in his tears, but the more he wanted to force them back, they bubbled up and spilled forth like a great wave. Standing from his chair, Jungkook went and stood by Taehyung's side, shushing him and gently petting his dark hair. Kneeling next to the beautiful man, Jungkook continued shushing Taehyung, pressing soft kisses to his arm and holding his long fingers in his hands.

"Don't get upset. There is nothing to be upset about, baby."

"I know...it's the h-hormones. I cried over cereal this morning because it was so good." At that, Jungkook couldn't help but laugh. There was his Taehyung.

Gazing up at the older male with a gentle gaze, Jungkook felt as if the air was forced from his lungs as he took in the glow that had Taehyung looking radiant. Standing to his feet once again, Jungkook cupped Taehyung's face between his hands and connected their lips.

Taehyung could taste the soju on the tip of his tongue. It mixed with the flavor of the lamb skewers and something else that was uniquely Jungkook. Allowing hands to grip at his waist, Taehyung moaned when Jungkook threw the dishes to the floor, neither of them caring about the mess that was made. The ravenette was sat on the table, legs pushed open, and Jungkook was in between them, sucking and licking at Taehyung's neck while his hands unbuttoned the white jeans.

Turning his head to the side, Taehyung threw his sweater to the floor. His shirt and Jungkook's shirt soon followed. Their lips molded together, tongues fighting a battle where Jungkook allowed Taehyung to win. Back pressed to the table, Taehyung hissed and arched at the coldness, but his hiss soon turned into a whimper as Jungkook started leaving a trail of hot kisses from his jugular down to his belly button. Planting a gentle kiss against the belly that housed his child, Jungkook dipped his tongue inside and quickly pulled Taehyung's jeans off with one quick tug.

"Jungkoo--" The older male moaned.

In response, Jungkook licked a long strip from Taehyung's stomach and up to his collar bone.

The ravenette sighed and turned his head, face turning a dark red when he felt his underwear start to inch down his hips, past his manhood, and over thighs. As Taehyung revealed his skin, Jungkook licked and kissed, nibbling gently, causing goosebumps to appear on the older male's skin from the pleasure. Soon his boxers landed next to their shirts, Jungkook's black briefs and pants being kicked across the floor as well.

Yeontan took this opportunity to shuffle across the floor and make him a bed in the discarded clothes, loving the unique scent created by his two masters. Yawning, the small dog curled up and decided to nap, ears twitching back and forth at the erotic sounds that were making a symphony in the small kitchen.

.......

Pulling his ex back up to meet his gaze, Jungkook licked his lips and stared at Taehyung.

The Kim Taehyung that once broke his heart, the same Kim Taehyung that held his heart in his hand and gingerly crushed it like it was made of nothing but soft sand. The same Kim Taehyung, whose body was now bare, sun-kissed skin on display and glowing a delicate hue of red from the arousal pumping through his veins. Dark hair, the same shade of a corvid's wings, was curling, bangs falling into his hooded eyes that sparkled with need.

Jungkook's eyes soon found Taehyung's lips, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

They knew what they were doing. They knew where this would lead, but did they wish to reopen that door they thought to be closed?

Were they prepared to handle all of the explosive feelings that would come with it?

The questions went unanswered as Taehyung slid to the edge of the table, legs dangling back and forth as he gently glided his hands over Jungkook's collar bone, long fingers barely grazing the pale skin as they wound around his neck. The younger man took a deep breath, eyes fluttering when he felt hands slide through his hair, pulling at the shorter strands at the back.

"Jungkook..." His name rolled off of Taehyung's tongue like liquid gold, and before he could respond, knees locked around his waist, bare chests were pressed together, arms wound around his neck, and lips encased his. A moan escaped him as Taehyung fell back onto the table, Jungkook on top of him, their bodies firmly pressed together as they shared a passionate kiss.

Jungkook licked at Taehyung's lips and couldn't help but smile down at the man he never stopped loving. Taehyung returned the smile, mewling when Jungkook rolled his hips, hot puffs of air fanned his face with the broader male set a pace, moving his hips and grinding against Taehyung's need. With the extra hormones coursing through his body, Taehyung's senses were heightened, so every small motion of friction against his member was sending jolts of electricity through his body, causing him to moan loudly.

"Shit, Jungkook." The ravenette arched his back, and Jungkook smirked.

"What is it? Does it feel that good? You like it when I do this?" The younger gripped his manhood and placed the tip against Taehyung's leaking entrance. With just a slight push of his hips, Jungkook allowed the tip to press against Taehyung's hole, watching with satisfaction as the older male's knees quivered, manhood dripping with pre-cum.

The pregnant male gave a shuddering breath, grinding his hips down, so the tip started to slide past the tight ring of muscle slowly, but it was interrupted when Jungkook's phone started to ring.

Rolling his eyes, the younger regrettably pulled back, but not before kissing Taehyung hard on the lips, and he went to check his device to make sure there wasn't an emergency. Wrinkling his nose, he stared down at the name that appeared before he looked to Taehyung. The pregnant male was gazing at him with wide eyes, waiting to see what Jungkook would do.

"W-Who is it?"

It broke his heart to hear how nervous his lover sounded, and Jungkook looked back to the screen of the phone. A smirk came to his face, and he walked over and jumped up onto the table next to Taehyung. Ignoring the questions being thrown his way, Jungkook angled the phone, so you would be able to see their faces and chests only and pressed answer.

"Hi, Jungkook-ssi!"

Taehyung's mouth fell open when a woman's face popped up on the screen, a bright smile getting ready to welcome Jungkook, but the smile dropped when she realized who he was with.

Cheeks tinting pink, Yoo-Ra squeaked and turned away from the screen, shielding her eyes.

"You could have told me you were with Taehyung!"She hollered.

Huffing, Taehyung went to stand, a pout on his face, but he was snatched backward into Jungkook's chest. The older went to protest but paused when he saw the anger in Jungkook's round eyes, staring up at his ex with disdain for bothering to call him while he was in the middle of things.

"What do you want, Yoo-Ra? I told you not to call me anymore."

Turning back to the phone, Yoo-Ra kept her eyes covered, " I was going to ask you if you wanted to hang out. I didn't know you were with Taehyung."

Scoffing, Jungkook shook his head, annoyed at the persistence of the older woman. Feeling Taehyung stiffen in his arms, Jungkook clenched his jaw, knowing what would be going through the older male's mind. They finally were able to talk, telling each other old feelings and finally getting somewhere, and then here she comes, finding ways to get in between them yet again. But this time, Jungkook wasn't going to shut Taehyung out.

"No. The answer is always no. You interrupted something by calling and asking something useless yet again."

"It's not useless! It was genuine curiosity! It's been so long since I saw you."

"I don't give a shit! Stop fucking calling me while I'm with Taehyung! How did you even know I was here?"

"Um...um..."

"You had that bitch hack my schedule again, didn't you!?"

Breaking away, Taehyung collected his clothes but was stopped when Jungkook gripped him by the arm. Fixing his mouth to smart off, Taehyung twisted around but froze at the gaze he received.

"Don't you dare walk away from me, Taehyung," Jungkook demanded.

Raising his brows, Taehyung winced when he realized how tight Jungkook was holding onto him, fingers digging into his flesh. The phone was in his hand, being held out to the side while Yoo-Ra continued to call for him, asking questions, and with each question, her voice went up an octave with a slight waver, doing her best to try and get Jungkook's attention.

But her pleas went unheard as the younger was focused on Taehyung, face stoic and eyes steely.

The pregnant male sighed, thinking of walking away from Jungkook once again to deal with Yoo-Ra. The confessions and kisses only a few moments earlier were lost to him as Yoo-Ra continued to screech at Jungkook, her voice becoming hoarse. She always tried to compete with him at gaining Jungkook's attention, but Taehyung was tired of fighting. The older man bit his lip, his eyes flickered to the phone before they dropped to the floor, and Jungkook squeezed the device in his fist.

In a matter of seconds, Jungkook's phone hit the wall with a loud crash, the device breaking into millions of pieces, and before Taehyung could react, he was scooped up into Jungkook's arms.

Opening his mouth to retort, Taehyung was silenced when his mouth was caught, and Jungkook's tongue shoved inside of his orifice. Being gently laid against the table, Taehyung moaned when Jungkook pulled back, the latter rubbing sensually against him.

"Why did you-"

"Fuck that bitch. You're the only one that matters."

"But your phone..."

Lips found his neck, and any protest Taehyung tried to muster disappeared as he gave in, giving over complete control of his body to Jungkook. Fingers found his most intimate places, eliciting lewd phrases and pants of pleasure from him, teeth found his shoulders and nipples, suckling and biting at each bud until they were slightly swollen and standing erect, begging for more attention.

Minutes passed, and Taehyung was whining like a bitch in heat. Jungkook on top of him, rocking back and forth, loving the feeling of the warmth around his cock.

"Right there. Please, right there!" Taehyung begged, loving the feeling of being filled and the way Jungkook stroked inside of him. The table was creaking under them, more plates and bowls clattering to the floor. Lifting Taehyung's legs over his shoulders, Jungkook crashed their mouths together as he continued with powerful thrusts, swallowing every moan, every gasp, and every call of his name Taehyung had to offer.

Nails clawed over his shoulders and collar bone; Jungkook could feel Taehyung tightening around him as he neared his climax.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck..." Jungkook grunted. His hands are digging into Taehyung's hips as he started to thrust savagely into the smaller male, feeling a familiar heat pool into his stomach. With one final thrust, he shot his load inside of Taehyung, the ravenette under him quivering as he released his seed, blushing when the older male felt his cum drip down his thigh as he clamped down around Jungkook's manhood.

Sharing another kiss, the two men lay panting against the table. Getting up, Jungkook went to remove himself from Taehyung, but his legs were locked tightly around his waist, preventing him from moving.

"Tae, what are--"

Jungkook was snatched back down, his and Taehyung's body still connected. Gasping when he felt Taehyung's erection, the younger man moaned when his mouth was forced open, Taehyung suckling at his tongue and running his fingers through Jungkook's dark hair, pulling at the dark hair with blonde tips.

It looks like he was crashing at Taehyung's place tonight.