Taehyung was lying in his bed with his eyes glued to the door and his unease soaring more and more within him. No matter the consuming sleepiness dragging his eyelids down, his brain couldn’t stop its overthinking.

It had been two hours since Jay bolted out of the room. He had already checked the storage room and the private bathroom, but both doors were locked.

He didn’t know how much more time rolled by until the cheerful beep of the door unlocking rippled across the room. He jolted out of his seat and hurried to climb down from his bed. He approached him, worried eyes scanning his masked face. “Where were you?”

Jungkook glimpsed at him and lowered his head. “Don’t ask.”

Taehyung analyzed his form and his gaze got stuck on his right hand. “Is that... blood?” He reached out and brought the bloody hand closer.

Jungkook wrenched his arm away with a fling. “Just ignore me.” He took off towards the closet, grabbed clean clothes, and walked back to the exit.

Taehyung clawed at his forearm. “Jay. Can we talk?”

“It’s late and I’m tired.”

“Please.” Taehyung slipped in front of him and smoothed his palm up his arm until it rested on his nape.

“I thought now that you got a cock, you would leave me alone.”

The scathing remark spiked Taehyung’s chest harsher than he thought, and his attempt to conceal it was futile. “I lied. I didn’t find a guy.”

Jungkook fixed his eyes on him with a notion of surprise. “You didn’t?”

Taehyung shook his head slowly, a perpetual pout pulling his lips down. “I couldn’t do it.”

Jungkook suppressed his need to ask why and discarded any fraction of hesitation from his gaze. “And what do you want, Taehyung?”

“You,” he stated with an aching determination. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m really going insane here. Let me see you.” He set his other hand on Jungkook’s chest over his heart. “Let me see the realest side of you. Let me know you. I will take your secrets to my grave. Stop holding back. Stop pushing me away. Whatever the reason is I don’t care. Just stop holding yourself back from wanting me.”

The words seeped into Jungkook’s head like a sirenic lullaby that gripped at his heart. His fingers drew up his arm and tangled into his hair. There was a gloomy sheen cloaking his gaze that was merged with his and a constant pressure on his chest that banged the floodgates of his immense yearning for him.

Everything inside him felt messed up, and nothing made sense. The more he denied his longing for Taehyung, the more it grew. The weight became unbearable as he peered into his desperate, chocolate eyes. And it crushed his restraints entirely.

Jungkook pulled his mask to his chin and let his mouth ghost over his ear. “If you want a good fuck, I’ll be in the private shower. That’s the only thing you’ll get from me. Because that’s the only thing I can give you.”

The whispering offer imposed a stillness on Taehyung and sent his heart into a gallop, making it writhe against his ribcage. Jungkook’s body slithered out of his hold, and he only realized it when the click of the door closing pierced through the mist of his trance.

It wasn’t about just sleeping with him. He wasn’t looking for pleasure anymore — he craved the closeness with Jungkook. He craved to connect with him in a way no one else had. He knew what that feeling was. Even if Jungkook couldn’t return it, he needed to feel him close again. His heart needed it the most.

As if spellbound, Taehyung edged towards the exit, but staggered to a stop a few steps later. Clothes. And a towel. Focus, Taehyung. With the internal scolding, he pattered to his closet. He reached for his second pair of pajamas, even though he had already taken a shower earlier, clean boxers and a towel.

He scuttled out of the room and headed to the private bathroom at the same quick pace. He crept into the room and locked the door with the key that was in the keyhole, then shuffled closer to the shower.

He stood there with the sound of the running water ringing in his ears and his eyes fastened on the blurred outline of Jungkook’s body. He undressed and hung his clothes and towel on the second hook beside Jungkook’s clothes.

His hand drew nearer to the handle of the folding door. After a moment’s wavering, he slid it aside enough for him to enter and shut it behind him.

He marveled at Jungkook’s stout, wet back, soaking in the long scar that marked his right shoulder blade to his spine. His eyes then sloped to his right arm and delved into his beautiful tattoos. He was so mesmerized by them he wanted to draw them right then and there, but there was something else he longed to do more.

He inched closer to Jungkook, who was at a standstill, and laid his hands on his shoulders where the cool water trickled down. “That’s not the only thing you can give me.”

Jungkook closed his eyes at the delicate caresses down his biceps, an instant warmth exploding right in the center of his chest. “What?”

“A good fuck,” Taehyung whispered. His hands came to trace the muscles of his back as he followed the movement with his eyes. “That’s not the only thing you can give me. But I’ll take just that for now. You know why?”

Jungkook felt the other’s body press against his, along with his already hard cock. “Why?”

Taehyung peppered feathery kisses on the slope of his neck as he looped his arms around his form. “Because I want to choke on your cock again. Been thinking about it nonstop since the first time.”

Jungkook slapped a hand against the wall to steady himself at the rush of pure want that slashed across his stomach.

“I want to have your cock in the deepest parts of me. Feel it wreck me.” He slid his hands down his thighs and dragged them up again, his fingers grazing his balls. “I want you to pin me to the wall, wrap your fingers around my neck, and fuck me like I haven’t been fucked before.”

A moan bubbled in Jungkook’s throat as he tilted his head to the side to give more access to Taehyung’s sloppy kisses. His hands traveled all over his abs, fingertips brushing against his bloated cock as if he wanted to tease him — rile him up to his limits.

“I want to kiss you hard when you cum inside me and keep kissing you while your cum drips down my thighs.”

Another moan jumped out of Jungkook as he grabbed his one teasing hand. “I can do all that.” He guided it to his cock and forced his fingers to fold around it. “Right now. As many times as you want. As long as you want.”

Taehyung dug his teeth into the side of his neck, moaning at the feel of his big cock underneath his touch. He bobbed his hand slowly to savor every moment and often stroked the wet head with his thumb. “Then fuck me. Fuck me every time I ask you to. And fall for me. Like I have fallen for you.”

Jungkook’s eyes split open as each one of his muscles went rigid with shocked anxiousness. Taehyung’s hand continued toying with his erection, preventing his mind from processing his words clearly. “You don’t know anything about me. And you won’t like what you’ll see.”

“I saw your tattoos,” Taehyung uttered, sending a spine-tingling vibration across his neck. “They’re hot like you. I saw your scars. Probably you’re doing a dangerous job. You’re staying in a hostel, hiding your face from everyone. Someone’s looking for you. You’re here to hide.” He put more pressure on his cock as he pumped him, and a light smirk carved its shape against his tender skin at the twitch it gave.

“You haven’t told me anything. Not even your name. I’ve guessed all these things. You’re the complete opposite of me. You’re dangerous. But even though I know all this, here I am asking for your cock. Confessing my feelings. And asking you to let me get close to you. Closer than anyone else.”

Jungkook’s breath shuddered out of him faster than normal as his pulse quickened. He laced his fingers around his wrist and forcefully removed his hand. “Leave.” His voice spilled from him in a quivery breath, fluttering just like his heart. He couldn’t have anyone falling for him. And especially an angel like Taehyung.

Taehyung tugged his hand in his efforts to free it from his grip, but the other’s strength was effortlessly greater. “I won’t let you push me away again.”

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. So leave while you have the chance. If you’re expecting love from me, you won’t be getting any. And stop being delusional. I’m not a guy you, out of all people, should fall in love with.”

Taehyung gave up on freeing himself and instead sneaked in front of his frame. At the electrifying meeting of their eyes, the grasp around his wrist loosened and his heart lunged into a full-out sprint. “I did everything right my whole life. I never had my heart broken. The two relationships I had were boring as fuck.”

“So you want me because you know you shouldn’t have me.”

Taehyung settled two tender palms on each side of his neck and delicately ushered him towards him, fusing their bodies. “If I just wanted to rebel, I would have picked any random guy from the bar to fuck me. I couldn’t do that. Because I kept thinking about you. I want you because I can’t not want you. Whether you’re a mistake or not, whether you’ll break my heart or not, whether you’ll fall for me or not. I want you regardless.” He decreased the gap between their mouths and halted just an inch away. “Be a mistake. Break my heart. Don’t fall for me. I’ll still want you.”

Every fragment of defense crumbled, and Jungkook found himself pushing that astonishing man against the wall, trapping him. “Let me fuck you for now, then. We’ll figure out the rest later.”

The tip of Taehyung’s lips slanted in a faint smirk. “I told you the moment I walked into the shower. That’s why I’m here. Remember? To choke on your cock. Have it in the deepest parts of me. So just give me what I want. And the rest will come on their own.”

Jungkook buried his hand into his hair and pressed him harder against the wall. The rest are already here. Fuck. With this terrifying realization, he captured his mouth with his own and let himself burn in the flames of their yearning for each other.

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His hand instantly cruised Taehyung’s body, unsure about what he wanted to touch first. It smoothed down his side, clutched his waist to squeeze him against him, skimmed his pointy bud, trailed his tight stomach, and toyed with his erection. Again and again until he could inscribe the feel of his sinful body in his head and learn every inch of it.

Gruff moans burred in Taehyung’s throat at the zestful exploration his frame received and the hot tongue in his mouth that kept rolling against his own. His hips bucked each time Jungkook brushed the sensitive skin of his reddened cock, his knees close to caving in.

Strained breaths and choked whimpers flooded the narrow space, along with the pouring water behind them and the sucking noises of their demanding mouths. The feel of their wet bodies grinding together amplified the lust that enveloped them and rushed their excitation to the limits.

Jungkook nibbled on his lower lip and allowed his eyes to open in a sudden need to see him. He sucked harder as he pulled back and allotted a few moments to observe him. His wet, caramel locks were stuck on his hunger-filled face, his swollen lips that were shiny with spit hung open in deep pants, and his hooded eyes betrayed the entrancement of his mind.

“Why did you stop?”

Only at the breathy question Jungkook perceived he had gawked at his perfection longer than he should. “Sorry. You’re just so pretty.”

Taehyung cracked a smirk, tangling his fingers into his damp hair. “Thanks. But I’m also hard. And you need to do something about it right now.”

“You were the one asking to choke on my cock,” he purred and mouthed at the crook of his neck, leaving playful bites. “I still don’t see you on your knees.”

A pathetic whine spewed from Taehyung’s throat only at the thought, saliva pooling in his mouth for another taste of him. “You’ll still fuck me, right?”

Jungkook nosed around his cheek and traced his jawline with his lips until he reached his mouth. “I’ll fuck you like you haven’t been fucked before. That’s what you asked for. I’ll give you anything you ask for tonight.”

Each word pulsed through Taehyung’s body, brimming him with blazing, eager emotions that made his cock jolt. He locked their mouths in an eruptive kiss, tongues clashing immediately, searching, desperate to feel more. His urge to finally have his cock down his throat spurred him to end the kiss soon and sink onto his knees, letting his palms grope his well-formed abs.

Now clutching his muscular thighs, he swirled his tongue around the sensitive tip and lapped at the drops of the heady, bittersweet precum. The hissing sounds that floated around his senses and the instant grip on his hair prodded him to slide his mouth down the thick cock in a pleasurable suction.

Jungkook thrust his hips lazily, his eyes fixated on his cock disappearing into his voluptuous heat. “Your mouth feels like heaven, fuck.” His brows knitted together in flaring delectation as the subtle vibrations that rang from Taehyung only added to his high.

The bob of Taehyung’s head intensified at the praise in need to hear more. He loved how his cock stretched his mouth so much his jaw ached, and he couldn’t constrain his moans at the feel of it gliding over his tongue. His own erection throbbed, waves of heat pulsing through it that accumulated more and more precum on the head until it dripped down.

Jungkook’s shallow breaths erupted harsher from him as the pleasure built like a pool of lava in his stomach. The flaming slide tingled his skin and the velvety suction drew such dumb moans from his throat he never thought he could produce.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” he murmured — his voice left him in a desperate tone that even surprised himself, but he was too drunk on the rousing sensations to care. “I want to cum in your mouth as well, though. Watch you drink everything. Would you like that, baby?”

A sonorous moan broke out of Taehyung, followed by a series of voracious whines. His eyelids were wet with tears of ecstasy, his forgotten cock between his legs twitching and leaking a puddle beneath him. He paused with the throbbing erection deep in his mouth, breathing heavily through his nose, and dipped the cock further into his heat, larynx contracting around it.

“Fuck, fuck.” Jungkook’s whole body jolted at the heavenly feeling, back arching in bliss. “I love seeing you drool around my cock.” He tightened the grasp on his hair and ground his hips just barely, wanting him to swallow around him again, and he fucking whimpered when Taehyung did. “Fuck, I’m cumming.”

Taehyung bounced his head at once, moaning all the while, and kept sucking the delicious length as Jungkook’s pants of relish peaked. Ropes of hot cum shot into his mouth seconds later, and he swallowed on repeat to drink everything just as Jungkook requested.

Jungkook grunted throughout his release, regarding that dream-like man taking everything he had to give him. Chest burning by his speedy breath, he slowly sneaked his cock out. It was so messy; his erection was dripping with drool and cum, strings of that mixture connecting it with Taehyung’s crimson lips.

Taehyung sucked gently on the tip, guzzling the last beads of his orgasm. Now that his need to pleasure him died down, his painful erection conquered his senses. He wiped his wet jaw and brought his hand to his cock, a whine exploding out of him at the first touch.

“You want to cum on your own?” Jungkook asked, the drawl in his voice almost taunting. He held his chin between his knuckles and lifted his head, forcing their eyes to meet. He could espy Taehyung’s desperation to cum easily, and he reveled in it. “I could do so much to you to make you cum, though.”

Taehyung hurried to push himself to his feet, muted whines falling from his pouty lips. He stumbled by the numbing feel in his legs, but Jungkook was fast enough to fasten a secure arm around his waist. “Wanna cum please.”

Jungkook offered him a rather fond smile as he brushed his wet hair back. “Of course, angel. Just tell me how.”

“Mouth. I’ll cum too fast, anyway.”

“It’s okay. I’ll make you cum again. And again. And again,” he whispered against his mouth and kissed him delicately. He pulled on his lower lip with his teeth and lowered himself to his knees without delay.

Taehyung whimpered pathetically as his lips enclosed the cockhead snugly, and he jerked his head back at the brisk speed Jungkook set right off the start. He was so hard it truly took less than a minute for the pent-up stimulation in his belly to erupt.

Jungkook guzzled each spurt of cum, hands running up and down his thighs. His own cock stirred into hardness again at the obscene sounds Taehyung’s mouth released, and it amazed him, really, how eager he was to continue. To feel more of him, make him cum again, drill him with his cock. Fuck, he couldn’t wait.

Jungkook painted light kisses along the shuddering muscle of his thigh as he fondled the other. His sun-kissed skin felt utterly silky underneath his lips, and he was unable to resist sucking on it. “Could kiss your thighs forever,” escaped his mouth glibly from his punch-drunk mind.

Taehyung sensed the words creep up his form and clasp his heart. Sure, the context of his remark had a lewd hue, but the word ‘forever’ sounded so pleasant to his ears. Was it too soon to dream about ‘forever’ with him? Yes, obviously. He didn’t even know his real name yet. But did he care? No, not at all.

“Want to feel you, Jay, please.”

Jungkook rose to his full height, palms trailing the outline of his body until they cradled his cheeks. “Me too,” he uttered, and joined their lips in a short, avid kiss. “So bad.” He tilted his head into another merging of their mouths, deeper and even more passionate, tongues clashing like the waves of the sea.

He pushed his fingers into his hair and tugged it as their hungry mouths feasted on each other, delving harsher in need to feel as much as possible. His other hand slithered down his figure to wrap around his cock, and he relished the hardness he encountered already. Taehyung mewled and flinched at the unexpected touch, though Jungkook only kissed him harder, refusing to let him go.

Was kissing always that stimulating? Was it always so addicting? It really made Jungkook wonder as he explored his mouth with his thirsty tongue, puckered lips rolling roughly together.

The devout hankering that emitted from Jungkook in every single thing he did was blinding and messed with Taehyung’s heart in ways he hadn’t experienced before. He craved to feel more of it. He needed it.

He held his jaw in a firm hand and tore his mouth away from his. “Please fuck me. Now. Fuck me. Need to feel you,” he panted, almost on the verge of crying by the bottled-up titillation.

“Fuck, okay. I want that too. I need to prep you.” Jungkook glanced to his side at the shampoo rack and examined what he had in handy. “I only have baby oil.”

“Works just fine. I’m clean, by the way. I haven’t had sex since my last check-up.”

“I don’t have a condom, anyway. I’m clean too.” He pecked his lips, carding his fingers through his locks. “Turn around.”

Taehyung obeyed; he bent over, sticking his ass out, and pressed his palms against the wall.

Jungkook reached for the baby oil and fell to his knees once again. He clawed at his asscheeks and spread them to reveal his pink hole. He remembered how tight it felt around his single finger the last time, and he couldn’t wait to experience that tightness with his cock. “Can I eat you out?”

“Fuck, yes. Been keeping myself clean just for you since you took me to the storage room. In case you changed your mind. Just for this moment.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook smirked, bringing his face a breath away from his hole. “You want my tongue in you?” He intentionally let his lips graze the tight ring of muscles and planted a mild kiss there.

“Yes, yes, want everything,” Taehyung moaned as he propped his forearms on the wall for better support. A small kiss from Jungkook already had his bones melting in thrill. He didn’t think he was ready for what was awaiting him, but he longed for it like crazy.

Jungkook traced thick lines against his puckered entrance with his tongue, alternating between kneading and pulling on his asscheeks. The continuous whines that poured from Taehyung at the simple touch fueled the fire in his gut to fuck him stupid with his tongue, and he allowed it to consume him.

He drew circles along his hole and prodded it, the tip of his tongue barely fitting inside. “You’re so tight, baby. I’ll wreck your hole when I fuck you.” He squirted some oil over his rim and rubbed it with his fingers.

“Want it so bad,” Taehyung said between hushed gasps and throaty moans. His frame quaked at the slippery slide of Jungkook’s finger into him and his stomach fluttered and knotted in a mixture of pain and enjoyment.

Jungkook pumped the digit just thrice and replaced it with his tongue. He paved his way inside with forceful thrusts, feeling the tight walls squeeze the hot muscle. He wriggled his tongue as he sucked on his rim, then curled and flattened it against the velvety constriction skillfully enough to have Taehyung trembling for him.

“So good, Jay, fuck, more.”

Jungkook hummed with his tongue stuffed as deep as it could go inside him, transferring pulsations through his walls that short-circuited his brain. He drew two fingers closer and eased them into him as he resumed licking his rim. The resistance he encountered was great as he expected, and he pushed his fingers in and out in slow strokes to help him get used to the stretch.

“Fuck, I’m dripping,” Taehyung said and girdled the base of his cock with a hand, fighting with his immense urge to fuck into his fist and back at Jungkook’s fingers.

“You’ll cum again already?” Jungkook purred. He stilled his fingers and rubbed them tightly against the deepest parts of him, stretching and twisting them.

Taehyung choked on the next onslaught of stupid moans that bubbled in his throat. Every inch of his skin prickled with scorching excitation at the powerful nudges against his prostate, and the edge toppled over him like a tsunami. “Fuck me, please fuck me, wanna cum. Wanna cum for you again.”

Jungkook grunted at that filthy mouth of his and heeded to his wish; he drilled him with his fingers roughly, his hand slamming against his ass in each shove. “Two fingers are enough to make you cum, hmm? Cum on my fingers then, baby. Cum for me.”

Taehyung’s whines increased in pitch with the ferocious jabs of his hand, and he fucked himself back onto his slender fingers, thrusting into his fist at the same time. Jolts of ultimate pleasure struck him as he finally exploded, cum splattering all over the wall in front of him.

Jungkook slowed the movement of his fingers to gentle caresses as he witnessed the convulsions of his frame, probably in oversensitivity. “I want to feel you writhe like that against me when you cum.” He retracted his fingers and kissed his reddened rim delicately, feeling it flutter at its emptiness. “To see you break apart,” he uttered between tender pecks. “To hear you cry out my name against my lips.”

Mind still buzzing by his overwhelming orgasm, Taehyung grappled for air as he drove his hand onto the wall at the sudden weakness that surrounded his form. “I can’t cry out your name because I don’t know it.”

Jungkook engulfed his hole with his mouth, his tongue already seeking its warmth again. He pulled back at the sharp hiss that spilled from Taehyung and instead fondled his asscheeks. “Sensitive?”

“Yeah, but fuck, don’t stop.”

The corner of Jungkook’s lips tipped up with a notion of fondness, and he dove back in to pepper kisses over his rim. “It’s Jungkook, by the way. Been wanting to tell you since the moment I kissed you.”

Taehyung’s shudder persisted as that silky mouth sucked on the somewhat stretched ring of his hole, but Jungkook’s confession kept him sober enough. “Jungkook...” he whispered and twisted his head in his need to see him, though he knew he couldn’t. “I like it.”

“You only get to call me that tonight, okay?”

“Okay. But why... did you tell me?”

“Because I want to hear it from your mouth when you cum on my cock.” Jungkook used a bit more oil and stroked his entrance with three fingers. “But I have to stretch you more for that. Your tight hole can’t handle my cock yet.”

“I enjoy it better with a little pain, so don’t worry.”

“Still. I don’t want to hurt you.” He left small bites on his plush asscheek as he trailed his hole with a digit. “Are you okay with continuing? I’ll want to cum if I keep eating your pretty hole.”

Taehyung chuckled sweetly. “Maybe you should, because if you cum too fast when you fuck me, you’ll have to fuck me again.”

A smirk peeped out on Jungkook’s features as he probed his hole with three fingers. “Trust me. You’ll be too sore for a second round. You’ll be barely able to walk when I’m done with you.”

“Hmm, can’t wait, Jungkook.” He clamped his teeth on his lower lip as his breath came faster and faster at the slow intrusion of his fingers. The fullness he instantly felt burned and clenched his stomach, fingertips digging into the wall.

Jungkook sensed the tension that flooded him and swept a tender palm across the back of his thigh. “When was the last time you played with yourself?”

Taehyung breathed through the pain, telling himself it would ease in a bit. The unexpected question drew his focus away from the burning sensation and forced it to think of an answer. “Um, I’m not sure. Six months ago? I usually just jerk off. It’s not the same when I do it. And I’ve only used two fingers the few times I fingered myself.”

Jungkook hummed in response as he lightly curled his fingers and spread them. “How come you didn’t find someone to fuck for so long? You seem like you love sex. You’re so needy.”

“I didn’t have the chance. And I was too focused on my job. And the thought of having sex with a complete stranger scared me a bit, to be honest.”

“Yeah, I remember what you said. You don’t know the things I like, but here you are, bent over with my three fingers inside you.”

Taehyung huffed a laugh, which drowned into a hiss as Jungkook dragged his fingers back. “You’re not a random guy from the bar, though.”

“Yeah.” Jungkook brushed his quivery walls with his fingers slowly, eyes trained on the movement. “I’m worse.”

“Everyone has s-secrets, fuck.” Taehyung’s forehead plopped against the wall at the steady rhythm he fucked him, each plunge dragging and firm.

“Do you?”

“Well, no. I’m boring, remember?”

A muted snort tugged at his lips. “Your life might have been boring until now, but you certainly aren’t boring, Taehyung.” His speed soared then, fingers fiercely pounding into him, and he lunged to lick at the stretch of his rim.

A boost of heat stampeded to Taehyung’s core that flamed brightly, his cock already rock hard again and twitching between his legs. He had no time to process the other’s remark, and any trace of it was fucked out of him with the brutal smack that landed on his left asscheek, just like every conscious thought.

He reveled in Jungkook’s roughness — it exuded such hunger it frenzied him. It was truly so intense he could feel it suffuse his flesh, and he could only hope Jungkook felt his yearning for him as well.

Suddenly, Jungkook wrenched his fingers away, leaving him clenching into nothing and whimpering like a little kid who lost his lollipop. Before he could question him, he felt two rough hands force his legs closed and his slick cock glide between his thighs a moment later.

“Just the thought of my cock inside you makes me want to cum,” Jungkook said, a low growl coating his words, as he clutched his waist and fucked his lubricious thighs. “But your unchaste moans drive me fucking crazy.” The movement of his hips got erratic, and what urged him over the edge in seconds was another set of Taehyung’s sensuous sounds.

Jungkook rolled through the waves of his surprising second orgasm, feeling his thighs shake around his cock. What the hell was happening to him? He couldn’t control himself one bit. Wanting to cum so bad just by fucking someone with his fingers? Something was definitely wrong with him. But he didn’t bother figuring it out at that moment.

Taehyung straightened his posture once the other withdrew and twisted around. He slipped his arms over his shoulders, eyes immediately taking in his flushed, gorgeous face. “That was hot.”

Jungkook smiled weakly, ringing his waist with an arm. “You are hot.”

“And also,” he said, pressing his lower half against him, “I’m hard. So stretch me some more and fuck me finally.”

“I need a few minutes, anyway. Let’s stretch you real good.”

And Jungkook did. He pushed him against the wall and raised his leg to wrap it around his form. He guided his three fingers, that were still slippery enough, to his entrance and penetrated him at once. Their foreheads remained connected, just like their hooded, sparking eyes, as he speared him open, shoving his fingers so hard into him he almost lifted him from the floor in every plunge.

Jungkook was hard again before he knew it and it wasn’t by Taehyung’s sounds this time. It wasn’t by his fingers that scissored him. It wasn’t by the jolts of his body against his own. It was solely by that chocolate pair of eyes that stared at him so fixedly, as if he wanted to glimpse into his soul and unearth each one of his secrets, share their burden, and cradle them until they would disappear.

They held him captive, just like all his senses on him. They screamed so many things at him, but he couldn’t catch even one. They promised something... Something sweet and dreadful at the same time. Something he couldn’t decipher — something he hadn’t encountered before.

And no matter how terrified Jungkook was at that moment, he pitched to claim his mouth like a starving man.

He was so lost at the taste of his sweet mouth and the eruptive emotions it brought along he didn’t comprehend when Taehyung fastened a hand around his erection and pumped himself. He only decreased the brutal pace of his fingers when a hot, sticky liquid spurted on his stomach, and he cracked his eyes open as he broke the kiss, panting against his lips.

The sight he faced was so ethereal; his glossy, heavy-lidded eyes swam in lust and bliss, his swollen, scarlet lips hanging open in quick puffs. He could never get bored gazing at Taehyung’s prettiness, he thought.

Jungkook eased his fingers out of him and lowered his leg. “Again, huh?”

“Couldn’t hold it,” Taehyung murmured, nuzzling his face against his cheek. “Your kiss was too much.”

Jungkook scooped up the cum from his stomach with two fingers and led them close to Taehyung’s mouth. He watched with sheer amazement how that ravishing man dipped his head to engulf his fingers into his heat, and a guttural moan vibrated in his throat as he felt his tongue lick them clean, maintaining eye contact all the while. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

Taehyung hummed around his fingers and suctioned his mouth as he drew back, releasing them with a wet pop. Wordlessly, he squatted and dragged the flat of his tongue over his abs, eating up the rest of his cum with swipes and sucks. The bloated head of his cock collided with his chin when he slid a bit more downwards, and he smirked against his skin.

He suckled at the tip, tasting the bitter precum, and sank his mouth down on his cock until it reached his throat. He swallowed easily around him and withdrew, loving the choked groan he evoked from Jungkook. He stood straighter as he let his hands roam all over him. “Give me your cock now.”

“You just came.”

“I don’t care. I’ll be hard in seconds again. You turn me on that much.”

Jungkook ran a delicate hand through his hair and gripped it, squeezing their bodies together. “I can’t wait to make you cum on my cock.” He strung their mouths together in a deep kiss and nibbled his lower lip before he pulled back. “Turn around.”

Taehyung stole another lewd kiss before he assumed his previous position; ass sticking out and forearms pressing against the wall. His anticipation built inside him like a consistent brewing that kept festering at the wait.

Jungkook made his firm cock slick with oil and rubbed the remains around his ass and over his stretched hole. He pressed the thick head onto his hole, and despite the abundant lubricant, he had to give a mild push of his hips to nest it inside.

Taehyung convulsed at the impossible extension of his sensitive hole and screwed his eyes shut, jaw set tight and growling whines buzzing in his throat. Fuck, he was big — he knew it — but just the head inside him felt like it tore him apart. He said he wanted to feel his cock wreck him. At that moment, with his hole flaming in pain, he kind of regretted it.

Jungkook’s eyes rolled to the back of his head at the extreme, pleasant tightness around his cock. He massaged palliative caresses over his lower back and round asscheeks, hoping to pacify a fraction of his pain. “Too much?”

“Yeah, fuck.” Taehyung blinked the wetness from his vision, his clenched fists pressing against the wall.

“You can handle it,” Jungkook uttered as his gaze stroked the curves of his form, tracking the soothing brushes of his palms. “You wanted this so much. You were begging for it. I know you can take it.”

“I can, I can,” Taehyung chanted in a whiny murmuring. His words embraced the aching in his ass and quietened it little by little until he dared to slide his body back, sheathing himself onto his cock completely.

A breathy moan rolled off Jungkook at the warmth that enveloped him, and his torso pitched forward in surprise as he grasped his waist to leash his itching urge to fuck into him.

Taehyung’s hole felt as if it were on fire, so sensitive and sore. His guts trembled at the fullness, a blazing trance threatening to overrule his mind. “You’re so fucking big,” he babbled as he dropped and arched his head in turn in his effort to endure the stark stretch.

Jungkook breathed a light chuckle. “You’ll get used to it. You’re so good for me. The best boy. Taking my cock so well, hmm? Wish I could kiss you right now.”

He often imagined getting praised by Jungkook like this, but actually hearing him praise him was another level of bliss he didn’t know it existed. “Me too. Give me a minute to get used to it and I’ll turn around.”

“Of course, angel. I’ll wait.”

Taehyung’s lips formed a smile with the same joyful fondness that sparked into his core. “I love it when you call me this.”

Jungkook resumed the exploration of his body with his hands in slow strokes as a similar smile broke out on his face. “Well, you are an angel. So pure and fragile.”

“Pure with your cock balls-deep in my ass? I don’t think so.”

Jungkook’s chest fluttered with the subdued laugh that escaped him. “Not in that way. Pure as in a good man with a decent life and job. The complete opposite of me.”

“Let’s talk about that later because I’m ready to have your cock wrecking me now.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

“Okay.” He anchored his hands on his waist and edged away a bit, then rolled his hips forward. “Fuck, fuck,” he spat out, breathy groans dripping from his open mouth at the hot slide of his cock through his tender walls.

“Oh God.” Taehyung could feel every inch of his length dig into him and nudge at the deepest parts of him just like he so much craved. Scalding heat wove in patterns all around his skin and electricity shot up his spine at each unhurried, deep plunge. The pain was lost somewhere between the all-consuming pleasure that preponderated his existence, and all he cared about was to get torn apart on his cock.

“You good?” Jungkook managed through his ecstatic moans, pulling his asscheeks apart to watch his cock penetrate his reddened hole.

“Yes, harder. Need it rough, Jungkook. Please, Jungkook.”

He gave a fierce slap on his right cheek and grasped it again. His thrusts notched up until his balls smacked against his ass rhythmically by the speed, the sound of skin on skin tangling with their labored breaths and moans.

But after a few seconds of Jungkook fucking him with the desired speed and roughness, he slowed his movements again until he ceased. Dumb whines in baffled expostulation jumped from Taehyung’s throat, and he glanced above his shoulder, though he couldn’t meet his eyes. “Why did you stop?”

“Fuck yourself on my cock,” Jungkook said, voice deep and demanding around the edges. “You were begging for it. Now show me how much you want this.”

The enkindling words spiraled through the lust in the narrow space that only fired it up even more. He lifted his torso enough to rivet his palms on the wall and began rocking back to Jungkook’s firmly still body. “I’ll show you, Jungkook.” His voice came out broken by the relentless pounding of their bodies. “Need this so fucking bad. Love your cock. Want to feel it forever.”

Choked grunts slipped through Jungkook’s clenched jaw as he marveled at his ardent movements with creases of ultimate rapture on his forehead. His hands carried on clutching his waist, though he didn’t guide him; he let him pleasure himself on his cock, and Taehyung did so fucking fervently it enamored him.

Taehyung kept thrusting back, loving the occasional smacks he earned on his already sore ass, and felt the bulgy cockhead jab his prostate in every slam of his bodies. Utter pleasure slopped through him, turning his mind into a vacant mess that only knew Jungkook and his thick cock splitting him open.

“You’re doing so well. So well for me, angel.”

Despite finally taking his cock however he wanted, something was missing, and Taehyung didn’t have to think about it too long to realize what it was. He needed to feel his body against his own and his mouth to suck all the air from his lungs. And that necessity rose so suddenly and so high within him it stung his eyes with tears. “Want to kiss you. Please, Jungkook. Please.”

Jungkook instructed him to slow down and sneaked his cock out. He swiveled him delicately and cupped his sweaty face as he caught a tear trickling down. “What’s wrong?”

Taehyung claimed his mouth, whimpering softly, as his arms ringed his waist. “Everything is just... too much. And I needed to kiss you.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No,” he rushed to say. “I love this. Wish you could fuck me all night.”

Jungkook smiled against his lips and planted a tender kiss on them. “I’ll break you if I do that.”

“I don’t mind. Fuck me again, please.”

Jungkook sensed his leg creep up to wrap around him and grabbed it to help him. “Such a good boy. Always saying please,” he uttered, his smirk evident in his voice, as he reached for his cock and aligned it to his hole.

He glided into him and set a rapid rhythm right away, one hand clawing at his thigh and the other at his waist. The penetration wasn’t that deep as in their previous position, but what both sought at that very moment was the closeness of their bodies, and they savored it to the hilt.

Taehyung, clasping his torso for dear life and nails digging into his skin, leaned to kiss him. He released his jerky moans into his mouth as the delicious cock struck into him hard enough to convulse his whole frame. Each sizzling clash of their tongues pummeled him deeper and deeper into the fog of intoxication that wafted through his mind, making the pool of heat in his stomach leap and thrash about.

Jungkook slammed into him harsher, groans buzzing in his throat. The friction of their chests combined with the heat of his velvety hole around his cock and that addicting mouth devouring him frenzied him — shredded every scintilla of his lucidity.

He wished for this moment to never end. For the first time in his life, he wished he could keep kissing and fucking someone forever, or at least do it every day. And as he shoved into him over and over again, molding his hole to the shape of his cock and with their mouths brushing harshly together, a tomorrow without Taehyung seemed so, so gruesome and cruel.

He ended the kiss with this realization and panted in shallow breaths against his mouth. His hand crawled up his figure and tenderly wrapped around his neck. He applied light pressure, peering into his eyes. The inebriation of Taehyung’s mind was well defined in his hazy gaze, along with the tremendous pleasure he experienced at that moment.

Seeing Taehyung so deeply immersed in contentment brought a strange, newfound tautness in his stomach and unexampled jolts of warmth in his chest. No matter how much these new sensations horrified him, he couldn’t ward them off. And maybe, maybe he didn’t want to.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Taehyung,” rolled off his mouth in a broken whisper, fingers still squeezing his neck barely, as he drove his cock into him in sharp, brisk dives. “And so good for me. Tell me how much you love this. I can see it in your eyes. But I want to hear it from you.”

Taehyung felt a high he had never experienced before; his prostate was being ravished so heavenly, and Jungkook’s long fingers were wrapped around his neck, keeping him in place, as he dominated him body and soul. “I love this so much. Love your cock, Jungkook. You fuck me so good.” A new dampness beaded along the lower layer of his lids at the devouring feelings that rampaged inside him as he maintained his eyes locked on him.

“And I love your hole, baby. So tight and warm. I want to see how wrecked it’ll be when I’m done with you.” The rutting of Jungkook’s hips grew rougher, just like his grip on the underside of his thigh, and they juddered together with each pounding of his cock against his ass.

“Fuck, don’t stop. Please, please.” Taehyung drove the back of his head harder against the wall, fighting to keep his eyes open so he wouldn’t miss any of Jungkook’s pleasure-filled expressions.

“Cum for me while you cry out my name. The name of the man who fucked you like you haven’t been fucked before. Who fucking ruined you.”

And Taehyung could only mewl pathetically and obey. He was already struggling to hinder his orgasm because he didn’t want this to end, but Jungkook’s words surged him towards that wondrous high. A mantel of dreaminess cradled his writhing frame as he came with Jungkook’s name leaking out of his mouth in a drunk chant.

The heat in Jungkook’s body boiled over at the stupefying sight of that angel-like man cumming with the prettiest moans coiled around his name. He impaled him on his cock speedily as the grunts in his throat got rougher, and goosebumps erupted all over his form at the first spurt of cum that spilled into his hole.

He crushed their mouths together and rolled against him, riding out his release with a current of muffled groans. The glide of their lips was fierce and the brush of their tongues slow and strong, still hungry to take and feel and relish every single second.

Jungkook lowered his probably sore leg, his scarlet cock slipping out of him. He buried a hand in his hair and clutched him against his body with the other as he tilted his head to kiss him deeper.

Taehyung luxuriated in the feel of his cum oozing out of his hole and dripping down the inside of his thighs in a hot trickle. He kissed him with equal fervor as his demanding hands insisted on pulling him closer and closer, as if wanting to enmesh their souls.

He did want that, actually. He wanted it more than anything. A tiny, buried part of him wished Jungkook would return his feelings. But even if he didn’t want that connection, Taehyung was already so in love with him. And he could do nothing about it.

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The torrid kiss broke in a joined decision. The euphoria of their orgasm remained, burning fiercely and cruising over their skin in muted tingles. They viewed each other through the same fondness, holding back mutually hidden feelings and confessions.

Jungkook passed his fingers through his hair in a delicate caress. “Let’s shower, hmm?”

Taehyung nodded slowly, a small, constant smile engraved on his lips. His eyes were at a standstill on him, absorbing every detail of his gorgeous face, as Jungkook mildly pulled him under the running water. “Have I told you how pretty you are?”

Jungkook’s lips stretched into a warm smile. “Hmm, no.”

“You are. So fucking gorgeous.”

Jungkook pressed a kiss on his mouth, letting it speak louder than any word. Once wet enough, he grabbed the shampoo from the rack and squirted a small amount on his palm before he passed it to him.

After rinsing off their hair, Taehyung wiped the water from his face, and his eyes zoned in on Jungkook’s surprisingly hard cock. “Why are you hard?”

Jungkook huffed a laugh. “Because you’re naked. And my dick won’t fall as long as I have this in front of me,” he said, smoothing his hands down his chest.

“Well, maybe you should fuck me until you can’t get hard anymore.”

“Should I?” Jungkook purred and pecked his lips. “You want it?”

“I want it, but I can’t. I’m too sore. And I haven’t had sex in a while, so I don’t think I can handle a second round right now.”

“It’s okay. Tomorrow then?”

Taehyung watched him intently and with a glimmer of disbelief mixed with amazement as he reached for the body wash. “How did we go from ‘we can’t fuck’ to you arranging our next fuck?”

Jungkook’s mouth twitched with the light snort that flew off him. He poured some body wash in his hand and gave it to Taehyung. “Things change.”

“What things?”

Jungkook stayed silent as he rubbed his body thoroughly. He couldn’t understand himself what really changed or how he felt after their intense moment, so how could he explain it to Taehyung? He chose to keep his convoluted emotions hidden and instead said whatever came to his head. “I just thought about it. You’ve already seen my face. So having a little fun won’t hurt.”

The movement of scrubbing his left arm slowed at the sound of his words by the tide of sullenness that tumbled over him. He forced his muscles to continue his task, though that vile feeling only festered the more he considered the matter. “That’s what it is for you? Just having a little fun?”

“What else can it be? You’re leaving in four days.”

Another wave of silence rolled by, longer and more fraught this time. “Right.”

Jungkook finished cleaning himself, glancing at the dark gloom that had engulfed Taehyung’s features. “I feel like you’re upset. I just don’t understand why.”

“Yeah, why would you...” Taehyung trailed off bitterly through pouty lips.

They took turns washing off the foam from their bodies in a fragile sort of tension, avoiding meeting each other’s eyes, although Jungkook didn’t seem able to stop peeking at him. Of course he knew the reason for his sulky mood. He wanted him to admit this wasn’t just having fun, but how could he? He would only give him false hopes because there wasn’t a way they could be something.

They didn’t have a future together. And it pained Jungkook a little more than he thought it would.

Jungkook turned off the water and focused his gaze on him. “What is it to you?”

Taehyung risked a glance, then dropped his head. “I don’t know. But it feels more than just having a little fun.”

Jungkook’s chest swelled with a shivery inhalation at the expected, terrifying answer he gave him. “It shouldn’t, Taehyung,” he breathed out. “I told you. That’s the only thing I can give you. A little fun.”

Taehyung’s lips attempted to pull up into a smile and barely succeeded. He ignored his heart that stung with a churning of nasty emotions and looped his arms around his body. “You’re right. And I said I’ll take just that. So we’re good.”

But they weren’t. Jungkook could detect so easily his exertion to prevent his features from getting dragged down by that drilling gloom. The falseness of his smile. The perpetual glow of his eyes that was concealed. His droopy stance, as if he wanted to curl into himself and disappear from there. They were definitely not okay. And Jungkook could only comply with what his oppressed heart screamed at him to do.

He cupped his nape with a delicate palm, fusing their wet bodies. Their lips hovered a breath away, as his eyes dropped to them. I don’t want you to leave. He connected their mouths softly to drown his urge to spill these words. It was such a tender kiss — just their lips slotting together and tongues merging sweetly.

Taehyung felt the change in the way he kissed him at once. It contained an undercurrent of such intimacy it knotted his stomach with a fluttering tautness. It felt like a promise meant to soothe him, although he was clueless about anything else.

What did it mean? What was he trying to soothe him about? What did Jungkook want to say that he kissed him so gently instead? So many questions and each one of them kept being swallowed by the mind-bending tenderness of his kiss and the hammering of their hearts.

Despite the tangled mayhem that was his mind, Taehyung focused on conveying his desperate feelings for him with the sweet rolling of their mouths, as the thought of getting rejected and having his heart broken by Jungkook seemed too agonizing to handle.

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It happened!!!!! This is one of my favorite chapters of this book. And a lot more of my favorites are coming 💞

Whoever made this edit is going to hell pt.2 🥲🥲🥲