WARNING: Angry smut. If you're not into that,, im sorry :/

"T-taehyung—" Hoseok was cut off to the younger biting down on his neck harshly, a choked moan escaping his lips. "M-more..."

     Taehyung hummed, moving his hands up to tear at the hem of Hoseok's shirt, tearing it down the middle, causing the older to let out a tiny gasp. His lips moved down his bare chest, leaving large violet petal-shaped bruises down his chest and his torso.

     Taehyung felt himself slowly losing control. "Safe word?" He growled, his eyes darting up at Hoseok's, his eyes darkened with love and lust. The older's eyes flickered down to him, the same raw emotion mirrored back at him. 

"R-red" He whimpered, squirming greedily under Taehyung's touch. 

     Taehyung positioned himself lower, his eyes focused on Hoseok the whole time. He leaned over the bedside, grabbing the black box from beneath his bed—something he rarely used, but seemed to come in handy in this situation. Out of the box came long silk ropes, making his lover's eyes widen. Taehyung bent down to tie the ropes around his wrists—tight, but not too tight—and tied them to the bedposts, positioning Hoseok's arms above his head.

     Hoseok's soft pants and the slow, agonizing sound of his pants zipper being unzipped was all that was heard in the room, the silence overflowing with unspoken words, brewing with anticipation. Hoseok had never imagined the younger male to be this angry at him, but he was convinced that after this they would be able to talk it out, or at least, the unspoken words around them would be understood and they could go back to normal.

"A-ah~" Hoseok let out a moan, too lost in his thoughts to have realized that Taehyung had unzipped his pants and was palming at his briefs, looking up at him with eyes aflame. Precum stained a patch in his underwear, and Hoseok couldn't help but feel ashamed, his face red, that Taehyung had aroused him so much with doing so little. "M-More..."

"Ah, you're such a slut...a pretty slut for me, aren't you?" Taehyung squeezed his member harshly, earning a cry of pleasure and pain from Hoseok. "Such a pretty slut..."

     Tears pricked the corners of Hoseok's eyes—it wasn't that he didn't enjoy it—it was actually the complete opposite; he wanted more. Taehyung seemed to read his mind at that moment, because his body rocked with waves of pleasure as his shaft was stroked at an exceptionally fast pace, Taehyung's finger's dancing along making him see stars.

"T-Taehyungie~ I-I'm close..." He squeaked, bucking his hips. Taehyung had squeezed the base of his cock, making it to where he couldn't cum, even if he wanted to—instead, Taehyung had taken to rubbing his hands all over his shaft, making Hoseok squirm and whimper. "P-please let me cum...please!" 

"You've been a bad boy...but since you said please," Taehyung hummed, quickening his pace. He let go of the base of Hoseok's shaft, watching with a smirk as Hoseok came all over his hands that were still moving quickly along his member. Tears were streaming down the older's face, his hips shaking as he thrusted into Taehyung's hand, the overstimulation becoming too much to handle. 

"I-I want you..." Hoseok whined, grinding himself against Taehyung's clothed member. "Fuck me, please."

     Without hesitation, Taehyung pulled down his boxers, his member springing free and slapping against his stomach. Lining himself up with Hoseok's puckered hole, he harshly thrusted into him, earning a cry from Hoseok. He didn't move, knowing this was painful for the older, especially without much prep. Instead, he hovered over his body, sucking on his exposed jawline and leaving large purple hickeys.
     Taehyung pulled himself up to hover over him, thrusting into him harshly. Hoseok squirmed and moaned under him, bucking his hips.
"Gonna do that again, hm?" Taehyung growled into his ear, his thrusts strong and hard. "Gonna make me feel like I'm not your first choice? Gonna make me feel like I'm just a quick fuck?"
      Hoseok shook his head no, too busy moaning and panting to make out words. Taehyung's thrusts became more sloppy with how fast he was pounding into the older, his grunts mingling with Hoseok's moans.
"T-Tae, I'm close!" Hoseok arched his back, his cock red and twitching.
"Me too baby, me too...cum for me," Taehyung pulled out, stroking himself over Hoseok's tummy, white ribbons from them both decorating Hoseok.
    They laid there in silence for a moment, not a word spoken from either of them.
"You're hot when you're angry—"
"We still need to talk—"
     Taehyung and Hoseok chuckled.
"We'll talk in a few, though," Taehyung smiled. "Aftercare is important."
     Taehyung lifted Hoseok from the bed after using a towel from the side table to wipe him down, carrying him to the bathtub next door. Once he had filled it up, he laid Hoseok in the tub, then joined him, pulling him up onto his lap gently as he began to lather his hair.
"I like you a lot, Hoseok."
      Silence surrounded them again for a second, then Hoseok responded, "I like you too, Tae."