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The obsession that Taehyung developed towards his new neighbor became more obvious as time passed by. His work was postponed as his writer's block continued to bother him. He was tensed, worried and above all, horny as fuck.

-''Taehyung I need the next three chapters of the book. It needs to be sent for a process. It takes too long.'' – Hoseok said calmly over the phone.

Taehyung closed his eyes and took a deep breath. -''Shit, I know Hyung, I'm sorry, it's just...''

But Hoseok interrupted voice still calm and knowing. -''I understand what writer's block is, but do send me what you wrote so far, let me see if I can help you break it.''

-''But, it's not finished, I'm not sure if I'm gonna stay on that path or will I change it. I'm not satisfied with it.''

-''That's fine Taehyung, but we have no time anymore. The promotions and marketing for your upcoming book are on, people expecting this sequel for almost two years.'

Taehyung whined. The pressure as a writer was grand when you try your best to keep the quality level from the first book, if not to raise it a bit while following the publisher's schedule. It's their job to promote your work in the best way possible, Taehyung knew that.

-''I know, trust me, I know. I'm under huge pressure and my mind is in a swirl and I'm... I'm bad Hyung. I... I don't feel very well. And no, no, I don't want the session.'' – Taehyung said before Hoseok inhaled the air to ask. – ''I could deal with this, just... fuck...''

Taehyung met Hoseok when he was in his final year in college. They met at the party and hooked up. Pretty soon they discovered that they share some kinks, one of them proved to be the most successful against the anxiety of the finals period. And ever since then, whenever Taehyung felt overwhelmed and anxious, he would go to Hoseok and submit to him completely. They called it sessions.

-''Send me what you wrote so far Taehyung.'' – Hoseok's voice was serious now, the tone non-negotiable.

-''But...Hyung...'' – Taehyung began but was cut short.

-''Send everything, I will read it and then we will meet and discuss it. We can have a brainstorming session, maybe some fresh point of view or option. You don't have to hold everything in your head. Consult, share, listen and adapt. It's your story, but it's the bigger crowd you are trying to reach. I might not be a writer, but I'm a damn good publisher. I know business and trends and I love reading as well. I promise as your publisher and your friend that I will not send or decide anything without your consent, just send me. Let me help you.''

Taehyung let go of a long breath that he was holding during this entire monolog. Hoseok was right, he needed help with this, he is in trouble. It's like being stuck deep in the mud and you can't reach the branch to hoist yourself up no matter how hard you stretch up. And then someone offers a long stick for you to grab and slowly slid your way out of the earth mass. That someone, right now, was Hoseok, and Taehyung would be stupid if he refused, so he said. – ''Alright. I will send you tonight.''

-''Excellent.'' – Hoseok's voice sounded lighter. – ''I will start reading during the night and think it through. Once I'm done I'll call you. Does that sound good to you?'' – He asked.

-''Sounds great Hyung.'' – Taehyung answered.

-''Good, I'll talk to you later.''

The call ended and Taehyung groaned in frustration, the heel of his palms pressing on his eyelids to ease up the tension behind his eyes.

Later that day Taehyung checked all of his book pages so far, even allowed a few frustrated tears to slip through his composure, standing up and pacing the room several times, prolonging the ''send'' button as long as he could. He had an internal argument in his head about prons and cons of it, ending it up with the best constructive solution in a given situation. He finally did it. He sent Hoseok everything as agreed and buried his face in the pillow to muffle his screams of frustration.

Completely beat, he made himself a cup of tea to ease his nerves, splashing his face in the kitchen sink while waiting for water in the kettle to almost boil. With a cup in his hand, he went to the window. It was sunny again and Taehyung missed it. It was raining for the entire last week. He leaned on his elbows, blowing on a steaming cup of tea before taking a sip. He winced when the hot liquid burned his tongue, but that didn't stop him from sipping it slowly. He closed his eyes, he tilted his head up, feeling the rays on his skin. A small puff of wind brushed at his hair and Taehyung took a deep calming breath. He forced himself to calm down, to find his zen. He stayed like that for several minutes, breathing deep and slow, inhaling the fresh air and tea aroma, feeling the warmth on his skin. He loved those moments.

He doesn't know what prompts him to open his eyes slightly only to see a person on the other side silently watching. Jungkook's eyes roamed his face, soaking in the sight in front of him. Taehyung didn't know what he saw, but he was aware of his looks and how glowy his honey skin gets in the Sun. He felt the surge of smugness when he noticed that Jungkook was biting his lower lip before licking it. Taehyung, still pretending he is unaware of the other man's gaze on him, tilted his head and opened his eyes looking on the side, somewhere far in the threes, showing his perfect profile. He held the cup delicately with his long fingers, bringing it towards his mouth, brushing gently on the porcelain before cupping the edge with his lips and taking the sip.

Taehyung had no idea what possessed him to act this way, but he desired him, he wanted his eyes on himself. His attention, his hunger. Ever since he saw him that night it was all Taehyung could think about. He raised his fingers to touch his lips, brushing the drop of herbal liquid, and then licking it with his tongue, sucking at his fingertip shortly. It was enough. Jungkook slid his tongue in the inside corner of his cheek, eyes hungry.

Taehyungs eyes suddenly found Jungkook's. He looked like a deer caught in front of the headlights, but not for long. Suddenly, his mouth spread into a cute smile, teeth showing and eyes crinkling. He wants to kill me, my heart will not survive this. He thought, feeling his pulse thumping in his chest. He smiled back warmly, raising his two long fingers to the right side of his forehead in a silent salute before pulling in the house. Taehyung had no idea that he just started a very teasing game.

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Hoseok called a few days later and they arranged the meeting in Taehyung's home. Hoseok came in looking like a snack. Dark chestnut hair separated in the middle, forehead visible, sunglasses on his handsome face, high cheekbones held a shine of his honey skin. His tight body looked great in a simple white shirt unbuttoned at the top so the light necklace on the toned chest was slightly seen, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, with a golden watch adorning his wrist. His legs were dressed up in ripped tight blue jeans and fashionable slippers on his feet. He held a small black handbag, smelling wonderful, his aura was bright and warm and Taehyung felt like the Sun came in with him.

Hoseok hugged him tightly like he always did and Taehyung allowed himself to relax. This is going to be fine. He thought and hugged back.

-''You look skinny, have you eaten? Let us order some food, I brought wine.'' – To emphasize his words he raised his hand with the bottle of Pinot noir.

-''Wow, Hyung, that must have cost a lot.'' – Taehyung raised his eyebrows while he observed the name of the wine. This one was not cheap.

-''A good brainstorming needs a good wine. Order us some Italian, I'm up for carbonara.'' – Hoseok said, patting Taehyung's arm and went to the kitchen. –''You still keep the glasses on the same place, yes?''

Taehyung confirmed and reached for his phone to get the food.

He had trouble to admit that he needed this, he needed Hoseok's reassuring words and energetic nature. He needed good food and wine in his belly. They spent several hours talking and discussing his book and life itself, and he felt relaxed and slightly intoxicated. He trusts Hoseok to keep him safe and grounded and the man knew that.

-''From all three options you just presented to me I like second the most, but you can still add the bit of third if you change that part with the underground. It could be avoided, people might get confused. I mean it's brilliant, but over the top for such a connecting scene, leave it for something else. Change that and add that new suspect, the hot tattooed guy.'' – Taehyung blushed at that since he wrote that character after his new neighbor moved in. If Hoseok noticed the rosiness of his cheeks he didn't mention it. -''He seems like a charmer who can manipulate people easily, you can use him to switch the minds from the real killer, make it more complicated and then use the third option, but change it as the ending. It will leave readers wanting more and, plus, you can always bring the new guy back if you ever decide to make the book a trilogy.''

-''Dammit Hyung, let me first finish the second, don't plan the third.'' – Taehyung said smiling relaxingly. Hoseok laughed loudly.

-''It's just an idea Taehyungie, just a thought. Cheers.'' – He clinked Taehyung's glass with his own and took a sip. – ''How are you feeling Taehyungie?'' – He asked, eyes shining a bit dimly, the voice deepening several octaves. Taehyung felt the change of the atmosphere and room suddenly became very hot. The brainstorming was over. He gulped, refusing to look at Hoseok, but instead kept his eyes on the wine swirling in his glass.

-''I'm good now, relaxed.'' – He whispered.

Hoseok hummed, tilting his head on the side to observe him better. –''You still seem a bit tense Taehyungie. Your mind is relaxed now, yes, but your body...'' – Taehyung saw him placing the glass down and shifting closer to him. He swallowed again and gasped slightly. His body was tingling with anticipation, he knew this Hoseok. The predator, and him his prey.

Hoseok's fingers wrapped themselves on the nape of his neck, kneading the muscles there. Taehyung whimpered quietly, closing his eyes.

-''Hyung.'' – He said weekly. He always felt that way in Hosoek's presence, when he turns his hunter vibe on him. Hand sliding on his shoulder, squeezing the tense muscle. – ''So tensed.'' – He hummed. Taehyung felt his warm breath on the side of his neck.

-''Taehyung, where is that aromatic oil I brought you, hmm?'' – His voice vibrating, making Taehyung shiver. He opened his eyes, mouth going completely dry when he met Hoseok's gaze. He felt his heart hammering in his throat and he tried to swallow it down. He gulped the rest of the wine from the glass before croaking. – ''It's...it's in the bathroom.''

Hoseok smiled smugly, taking the glass from him, simply saying. – ''Go and get it, Angel.''

It was like the brain left Taehyung at that moment. Free from any thought, Taehyung stood up and went to bring what was asked. He saw himself in the mirror, his eyes were wide, excited, while his hands shook anxiously.

When he came back he saw that the cover from the couch was sprawled on the soft rug in front of the opened balcony door. The thin white curtains were half on, the warm wind only slightly moving them. The light was dimmed, only three lamps were lit in various corners of the room. Hoseok stood next to the shelf, lightning up a scent stick that Taehyung always loved. It was calming, only some music was missing.

-''Take off your clothes and lie down on your stomach, I will give you a relaxing massage.'' – He said taking the small bottle from Taehyung's hands and went to type something on his phone. Soon the room was filled with some calming meditational music.

Taehyung smiled. – ''You think of everything Hyung.'' – He took his shirt off, tossing it on the couch and went to unbutton his pants when Hoseok approached, hands sliding on the naked chest, then behind his back pulling him close. His mouth went on the elegant slope of his neck.

-''You are gorgeous, Angel. I will make you feel good.'' – He whispered, kissing the skin. Taehyung gasped, tilting his neck, pressing Hoseok's head closer. Hoseok's hands slid down, under Taehyung's pants, pushing them over the perky ass and down the legs until they were crumpled on the floor. Taehyung stepped out of them. He was completely naked.

Hoseok groaned. -''Oh, I love when you go all commando for me.''

The two men met in a kiss, hands sliding around each other. One was naked, skin glistening in the dim light, while the other was fully dressed, his aura commanding and alluring. They kissed slowly, tongues dancing together as they moved toward the rug. Hoseok was the one breaking the kiss, provoking a protesting whine from Taehyung's lips.

-''Lie down baby.''

Taehyung obeyed, falling on his knees and then his belly instantly. He spread his legs a bit and placed his head on the small pillow, waiting.

There was a shuffling behind, Taehyung didn't see, but maybe a minute later Hoseok knelt next to him. He shuddered when the oil started dripping down across his spine, between his asscheeks. He arched his ass up when he felt drops on his hole.

-''So gorgeous Angel.'' – Hoseok spoke quietly, collecting the oil that slid to Taehyung's balls, up to his rim with his finger. Taehyung moaned ass arching in the air, sliding his hands in his locks, gripping at the strands. Hoseok chuckled, fingers sliding up to Taehyung's back.

-''Oh, no, no, not yet. First, we need to relax a bit.'' – He said, both of his palms now pressing down gently across Taehyung's back. He started slow, kneading the muscles, digging his fingers on the knots, smoothing the skin. Sometimes he would press hard and then soft. He worked Taehyung's shoulders and neck, down to his shoulder blades, circling with his thumbs and then his knuckles in a circulating motion. He went down, checking Taehyung's spine, making sure that all of the vertebras were in the correct place.

-''Hyung, where did you learn this? This...this is heaven.'' – Taehyung spoke sleepily, feeling his body became a pool of mush. Hoseok smiled.

-''My grandfather was a chiropractor and my mother was very good at cuddling. She used to put me to sleep by caressing my face and my hair when I was little. And I saw my grandfather fixing joints on people so many times, so something stuck with me I guess. Plus, I was a dancer before, in my teen years, so I had plenty of dislocated joints in my youth.''

He continued to knead the muscles in his hands, now giving attention to Taehyung's arms. Both wrists, each finger, Hoseok gave it his utmost attention. Taehyung wasn't sure how long he was pampered like this, it seems like hours, and he enjoyed every moment of it. Then the legs and thighs had its turns and finally his glutes. The sleepiness was instantly gone and was replaced with anticipation. Taehyung took a deep breath.

Hoseok poured more oil and went on squeezing his globes with both of his hands. Taehyung's nerves twitched with every caress, muscles protesting on the lack of real pressure. The movement stopped and the pressure disappear from Taehyung's skin. Then, light fingertips rake down Taehyung's skin, from the nape of his neck, down his spine until they reached the slope of his ass, sliding across it. His back arched, hips rising from the ground and he moaned loudly when he felt the thumb brushing his rim. He was sensitive there. Fuck. He was really sensitive there.

Fingers continued to tease his body, sliding lightly across his skin, tickling in one moment and hot in the next. Taehyung was panting, legs spread wider, ass in the air chasing the pressure of Hoseok's finger, wishing it will slip inside, while he held his head down.

-''Hyung...please...'' – Taehyung moaned as Hoseok's fingers scratched around his cheeks.

-''I got you, baby. Calm down.''

He pushed Taehyung's hips down and took more oil. When the first finger slid in, Taehyung's entire body shook from the feeling. He urged himself to relax, to breathe.

-''That's it, Angel. Relax, good baby.'' – Taehyung mewled at the praise, his cock hard under him, still bearable, but only slightly.

Hoseok was sliding his finger in and out, twisting it, feeling the inner walls, searching for the sensitive nerves, while Taehyung twitched. Soon one finger was replaced by two, and then three, then four. Taehyung's hips were in the air again, but this time Hoseok didn't stop him. He kept massaging his prostate with his fingers while stroking his hard cock with his other hand. Taehyung kept twitching and moaning. He needed more, he wanted it deeper, faster.

-''Hoseokie Hyung, I need it... please...oh, fuck, please fuck me.''

Hoseok groaned, pressing harshly against Taehyung's back and kissing his spine.

-''I love when you ask so nicely, Angel.''

-''Please.''

Hoseok removed his fingers from his hole and Taehyung knew better than to protest. He knew that he would be rewarded and he was right. The press of Hoseok's cock weights heavily on his hole making Taehyung's body tight like a string, expecting. There's a sound of the plastic wrapper and Taehyung turned his head to see naked Hoseok pulling back to put on a condom on his very hard dick. He turned his face back quickly, face flushed, rising on all fours, knees spread wide, head down, ass up.

Hoseok growled when he saw him. – ''So ready for me.'' – He smacked the rim with his cock several times before burying himself inside in one go. Taehyung screamed in surprise, gasping for air. It wasn't that painful because he was thoroughly stretched a few moments before, but still...the grith and length were bigger than fingers. Hosoek stilled, waiting, while Taehyung gasped for air, body shaking. He ran his hands over Taehyung's back, caressing him and kneading, helping him relax.

-''Can I move, Angel?''

Taehyung nodded after several seconds and haven't stopped moaning ever since. Hoseok was ruthless, fucking deep, rolling his hips just right to catch several nerves in Taehyung's ass. The grip on his hips was harsh, but Taehyung loved it. He was babbling nonsense, drooling and twitching.

-''On your knees.'' – Hoseok said hurridly, balls pounding against the perineum with each thrust. Taehyung was barely moving, but he managed to raise himself weakly only to be pulled back by Hoseok's arm, holding him up across the chest. The other one, however, found her way around Taehyung's neck and squeezed.

-''You feel wonderful, baby. So warm and tight.'' – Hoseok kissed Taehyung's earlobe, now slamming directly on the prostate. Taehyung wanted to scream, but it was cut by the tight grip around his neck. His eyes rolled on the back of his head, neglected dick pulsating and bouncing up and down with the fast rhythm. He reached back with his hands to grab Hoseok's hair to pull slightly when he couldn't hold the breath anymore and Hoseok eased the grip. 

Taehyung gasped for air, the adrenalin rushed through his veins and he croaked. -''Again.'' 

The press was there once more, as well as Hoseok's grip on his dick, the speed never slowing down, and Taehyung got lost in the bliss of the sensation. This time Hoseok released his throat after 20 seconds, and Taehyung started cumming while gasping for air, seeing nothing but white in front of his eyes.

-''Yes, baby, let it go...yes...that's right...that's right...so beautiful.'' – Hoseok chanted, not slowing down, chasing his high now. He buried himself deep inside, spurting semen into a condom, biting at Taehyung's nape as he rode his orgasm.

Taehyung didn't know what happened in the next few minutes while he was out. He only became conscious when he felt a wet cloth cleaning him up. He was on his back, legs spread wide, cock spent and Hoseok brushing around it carefully.

-''How are you feeling baby?'' – He asked.

Taehyung whimpered. – ''Boneless.''

Hoseok chuckled. – ''Good, you will feel better when you have a good night's sleep. You can shower tomorrow.''

-''You didn't go hard on me like you usually do.'' – Taehyung slurred his words, eyes dropping.

-''I told you I will not, didn't I? We didn't need to go that deep. This was quite enough.''

Taehyung thanked him, rolling his head on the side towards the window. The curtains flew lazily, rising and falling from the light breeze and Taehyung could swear that he saw the movement on the other side. He didn't dwell much on it since Hoseok grabbed his attention again by carrying him in the bedroom to sleep.

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I told you this would be just shameless smut, so I hope you don't mind it. There is more to come. See you next week =)

Comments always welcomed =)