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It had been a week or two since their last meeting. Taehyung was leaning against his sleek black car, seeing the chauffer hurriedly carry the suitcase towards the trunk of the car. Taehyung was dressed casually, which was quite rare for the man. Black trousers, a tight beige shirt clung to his firm chest, a leather jacket on, and black sunglasses on his face. He had a delighted smirk on his face as he blew smoke out of his lips.

"Bit sloppy today, are you Jackson?" Taehyung asked his chauffeur, who put the suitcase into the boot of the car. The sun was hot today, subduing the cold in the earth. His chauffeur, Jackson, gulped.

"Sorry, sir." He nodded quickly, and Taehyung chuckled. He loved seeing how intimidated people got of him. It made him ecstatic.

"Taehyung," Veronica's voice emerged, and Taehyung's eyes drifted to the front door of their house, seeing Veronica standing there in a sheer black nightgown. He saw her breasts pressed against the loose fabric and chewed on the inside of his mouth, standing up properly and walking down the gravel path and onto the steps leading to the front of the house.

"What is it, dear?" Taehyung asked, and Veronica walked down the steps, barefoot.

"You didn't tell me you were leaving," Veronica said, sounding a little bothered by this fact. Taehyung scoffed.

"Didn't think I had to tell you anything. You never seem to do the same." Taehyung said, and Veronica looked away.

"Are you going to France? To the lake house in Provence?" Veronica asked, and Taehyung hummed, taking a smoke while looking to the other side of the road, waiting for Jeongguk's arrival.

Taehyung had called him the night before and curtly told him to pack his things for tomorrow, as they'd be leaving at noon. Jeongguk had stammered a quiet response over the phone, but the excitement was more than visible.

"Yes. I already told you this, Ronnie. Why're you looking so at sea?" Taehyung asked, and Veronica leaned forward and put her hands on Taehyung's shirt.

"I didn't know you were... leaving. I thought you were going later." Veronica mumbled, eyes darting to his dark ones. "I don't like being alone."

"You do act like it," Taehyung said, and then took another drag of the cigarette, but before he could let it out, Veronica reached up to press their lips together. Taehyung tensed, blowing the smoke into her lips and putting one hand on her waist.

"Don't act this way. You told me last week you were happy I'd be gone." Taehyung muttered, and Veronica looked up at him.

"I didn't mean it," Veronica said, hushed. "You know I never mean it."

"Then why do you always say it?" Taehyung said, sharply. Veronica looked tensed and let go of his shirt. Taehyung sighed and leaned down to kiss her cheek. "I'm sorry. I'll be back soon."

"I-I don't need you to be back soon," Veronica said, and Taehyung turned around. "There's the wife I married." Taehyung sighed to himself and then walked down the steps of the house and towards the car.

Taehyung felt a smile reach his lips upon seeing Jeongguk looking around innocently, eyeing the luxurious car. Jeongguk saw the chauffeur step out and jumped back a little, mumbling out a quick apology.

"I-I thought it was someone else's car. Sorry!" Jeongguk said, and then turned and saw Taehyung walking up to him. Jeongguk's breath hitched at the man's beauty, it always did.

"It is my car, Jeongguk. Ah, you're adorable. Jackson- keep his things at the back." Taehyung ordered, and the driver nodded and took the suitcase from Jeongguk's grasp- which Jeongguk let go of shyly, not wanting to make someone else do work for him.

"You said goodbye to Rosie, didn't you?" Taehyung asked, and Jeongguk chuckled. "Of course I did. I'm not as bad of a husband as you."

Taehyung rose his eyebrow, and Jeongguk bit his lip, looking down. "Sorry. Didn't mean to sound so rude."

"I'm sure Rosie would be elated to find out her husband's taken bigger cock than she has," Taehyung said, quite loud. Jeongguk's eyes widened and he smacked Taehyung on the chest harshly, noticing how the chauffeur heard that and looked up.

"Come on. Get in the car." Taehyung said, giving Jeongguk's waist a push. The driver rushed hurriedly to open the car door for Jeongguk, and Jeongguk thanked him bashfully and sat inside the car.

Taehyung was going to leave but then heard his name being called. The man turned around and saw Veronica again. "What is it?" Taehyung asked sharply.

"Is it so painful for you to say goodbye?" Veronica said sarcastically, and Taehyung looked at her irately. Veronica leaned her hands forward to fix Taehyung's shirt, mumbling "You're never in order, always in a mess in situations like these-" but Taehyung grabbed her wrists before she could.

"I'm not a child, Veronica. Stop treating me like one." Taehyung irked, pulling himself back. Veronica looked at him in annoyance as well.

"It's because I love you," Veronica said, and Taehyung snickered, turning around to walk to the other side of the car and sit inside. Jeongguk watched from inside the car with big eyes, having seen the whole thing. He looked at Veronica, who saw Jeongguk and felt herself grow angrier. Jeongguk looked away quickly.

"Goodbye," Veronica called out, and Taehyung hummed and then sat inside the car, closing the door sharply. "Drive," Taehyung instructed, and the chauffeur began driving quite speedily, which Taehyung was pleased with.

"You didn't bid farewell to your wife?" Jeongguk asked in a small voice, and Taehyung looked at him. He looked at Jeongguk for a few seconds and then smirked, looking ahead. "She's in the car with me,"

Jeongguk frowned. "I'm not your wife, mister. How impolite." Jeongguk hummed, and Taehyung slid his hand onto Jeongguk's thigh. Jeongguk saw wearily as the chauffeur kept giving the two confused looks from the rearview mirror.

"Are we taking a train to France?" Jeongguk asked to break the silence. Taehyung chuckled. "No, baby. We're taking a flight."

"A-a flight?" Jeongguk squeaked suddenly, hand going to his lips as he looked at Taehyung with widened eyes. "As- as in on- o-on an airplane?"

"Yes, love. It'll take 2 hours or so." Taehyung responded casually, and Jeongguk still had wide eyes.

"B-but-! That- that must be awfully expensive, Taehyung! You- you mustn't spend so much... h-how will I pay you back?" Jeongguk asked.

"You don't have to pay me back, Jeongguk. Your presence is enough." Taehyung said sultrily, and Jeongguk tensed up. "Besides, I think I'll receive a little... payment when we reach the lakehouse, don't you?"

Jeongguk blushed, biting his lip while looking at the older man. Taehyung leaned in, his face an inch away from Jeongguk's. Jeongguk shook his head. "T-the.. the chauffeur-"

"He won't care," Taehyung said loud enough for him to hear. "I'm the one paying him after all, aren't I?" Taehyung said, turning around to see the driver's eyes shift to the side. Jeongguk bit his lip, watching Taehyung lean forward and press their lips together.

Jeongguk gripped onto the seat, humming into his mouth. The driver's eyes widened, and he tried focusing on the road, but his eyes stood fixated on the two from the mirror in front. Jeongguk kissed Taehyung back gently, not wanting to overdo it. Taehyung reached his hand up Jeongguk's thigh, and the younger moaned gingerly into his lips.

Taehyung pulled away finally, and Jeongguk looked away in an instant, feeling humiliation and guilt filling his insides upon doing this. Letting someone else watch. Watch their wrongdoings. "Don't fret it, love. He's seen me do worse with numerous ladies," Taehyung chuckled.

Jeongguk shook his head. "I-it's not the same." He whispered, and Taehyung saw how nervous he looked, how he refused to meet Taehyung's eyes. He was embarrassed to let someone else see how easily he gave into Taehyung's lips.

"Don't be ashamed." Taehyung leaned in to whisper into his ear. Jeongguk shivered. "It's hard not to be," Jeongguk mumbled.

They reached the airport, and Jeongguk forgot of the earlier endeavors and rushed out of the car to look around in excitement. He felt a little underdressed, in only a simple black jacket, blue trousers, and redshirt. Everyone looked rich, exuding wealth. Of course they did. Only the wealthy could afford flights to places.

Taehyung got out of the car and then waited for Jackson to open the boot and take out the luggage. Taehyung saw the driver look hesitant, and then look at Taehyung with a weary look. "I-it's wrong, sir. What you do."

"I don't quite remember asking," Taehyung chuckled dryly, and Jackson gulped down his weariness. "But- b-but- a man with- with another? Aren't you- aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid of what?"

"The consequences?"

Taehyung stilled. He looked at him for a few seconds, and then hummed. "Give me the bags," Taehyung said, and Jackson handed over the suitcases, which Taehyung picked up with ease. "Take the car back to the house. And don't speak of this, Jackson. I do assume you like the security of a job, don't you?" Taehyung said lowly, and Jackson nodded hurriedly.

Taehyung walked over to where Jeongguk was, looking around the rather mundane looking white building with big eyes. Taehyung saw two men, smoking and chatting while walking ahead- and saw one of them bump into Jeongguk. "Watch it!" One of them commented, dressed in their thick rich brown coats.

Jeongguk nodded shyly, backing away. "S-sorry." Jeongguk trailed, and then turned and saw Taehyung, and sighed in relief. He rushed up to Taehyung and took his bag from the older's hands, smiling. "Let's go!"

It took a bit of time for both to check in, Jeongguk looking nervous while Taehyung chatted up with the woman giving them their tickets. Jeongguk watched her blush and giggle at him. They then walked to security, where Taehyung somehow managed to make the young man checking him blush. They then walked to the airplane and reached in time.

"Nervous?" Taehyung asked as the walked up the steel stairs to the airplane. Jeongguk walked in front of him, looking astounded. He felt excited. It was all so luxurious. Jeongguk felt a pat to his ass, and put his hands on it protectively, hearing a laugh from the older.

Jeongguk looked into the airplane and gasped out a vowel. He saw the circular windows on the sides, the cabin was small, but the seats were big and plush as if extending to become small beds. Jeongguk saw older men, poise ladies, a child, looking snooty and annoyed- probably being sent off to boarding school.

"Your seats are here," An air hostess chirped, pointing at two seats at the end of the plane. Jeongguk trotted ahead excitedly, but then let out a small sound of disappointment when he noticed his seat was the aisle.

"Want the window?" Taehyung asked with a small smile. Jeongguk looked at him tentatively and nodded. Taehyung hummed. "Too bad it's mine, huh?"

Jeongguk bit his lip and watched as Taehyung looked at him closely. Jeongguk shied down, reaching forward and poking Taehyung's chest. "Please Taehyungie?" Jeongguk said airily, and Taehyung breathed out a sigh.

"Fine." Taehyung dramatically stated, and Jeongguk giggled and scooted in to sit down beside the window. He sat down and looked outside the circular glass restlessly. Taehyung sat down beside him, looking rather bored already.

The flight took off soon, Jeongguk watching as Taehyung beckoned the air hostess over, and then asked for two glasses of red wine. The air hostess nodded and returned with two glasses and a bottle. While pouring them the drinks, Taehyung smiled charmingly. "Why, don't you have lovely eyes. Green, are they?"

The woman blushed, eyes growing big. "Y-yes. Sometimes blue, actually."

"Both suit you, darling." Taehyung smiled, and the woman blushed deeper and giggled out a thank you, before rushing away with her fingers grasped tightly around the neck of the bottle.

Jeongguk looked at Taehyung and pouted a little, feeling slightly jealous of the attention Taehyung was giving to these women. Jeongguk knew if it wasn't for, well, everything- he'd hold Taehyung's hand tightly and kiss him where everyone could see them.

Of course, he couldn't. The thought itself was ludicrous.

They reached the south of France quite quickly. They exited the planes and once they'd finished checking out of the airport, took a car awaiting them to the lake house.

"The house belongs to my father. He'd gifted it to Veronica and me for our wedding." Taehyung explained. Jeongguk tilted his head.

"I thought you two eloped?"

Taehyung sighed. "Well, yes. Technically. We ran off one night and got married at the state house. I didn't really need to elope. My parents loved her. Thought she was feisty and a great woman for me." Taehyung said. "I just eloped because I felt like it."

"Felt like it?" Jeongguk laughed.

"Yes. I felt a strange sense of needing to do something horribly wrong when I reached my last month of being 18. I knew Veronica for a long time. I loved her. Still, do, but back then I really did love her. She was loud and knew what she wanted and didn't wish to hide it. She was adorable, really. So one night, after I found her crying because of something her father said, I suggested we get married." Taehyung said.

"T-that's... that's very romantic." Jeongguk said, and Taehyung tsked.

"Not really. I wish I never got married." Taehyung said off-handedly, and Jeongguk wanted to ask more. Taehyung turned to look at him. "How did you and Rosie meet?"

"We knew each other since we were children," Jeongguk explained. "We'd always been friends. I- I really loved her. As a friend." Jeongguk mumbled, picking at his trousers. "Her parents told my mother that they should marry us. I-I didn't really want to. I'd just gotten into King's for law. I thought I'd be free a-and alone."

Taehyung frowned, but Jeongguk continued. "Mum was good friends with Rosie's mum. She gave me a long talk about how I don't really know that I'm in love with Rosie." Jeongguk said, looking down. "I-I believed her because... I don't know why. I was confused. I didn't think I loved Rosie, but- b-but... I had no choice but to." Jeongguk said, voice wavering. "My mother said she wouldn't let me go to London if-if I didn't marry Rosie."

"That's awful." Taehyung scoffed. "Did they force you to wed her?"

"Sort of. I feel bad, Rosie's lovely, she really is. I'm a bad husband." Jeongguk said, and Taehyung sighed.

"My fault. I shouldn't have brought up our wives at a time like this. Cheer up, darling. We're almost here. Don't think of reality when we're here. It'll only bring you down." Taehyung said, and Jeongguk looked at him and then felt the car jerk to a stop.

Jeongguk walked out of the car and gasped in awe when he saw when he saw the big, lavish lake house. It lay touching the mouth of a large lake, which had a canoe on it. The house was of light brown wood, a dark green roof, and large glass windows with red curtains behind them. Jeongguk rushed to the front of the house, looking at the beauty of it, the richness.

Taehyung walked behind him, looking rather pleased, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Won't it be untidy?" Jeongguk asked.

"I'm sure the maid's cleaned it," Taehyung responded casually, and their difference made Jeongguk's stomach stutter. He nodded, seeing Taehyung reach ahead and open the door, not needing a key. The door opened, and Jeongguk peeked inside and let out an ohh.

The sofas were brown leather, floors decked with white fur carpet. The curtains were high and red, a dark oak dining table in the side, a large telly in another corner, a fireplace on another side. Jeongguk sighed out, enamored.

"Mister Kim!" A light strong French accent came, and Taehyung and Jeongguk turned and saw a woman, probably in her late 20's, rushing over to Taehyung. She probably took care of the house before Taehyung came for holiday.

"Ah, Anette. How lovely to see you." Taehyung smiled, and she rushed forward and hugged him tightly. Jeongguk was a bit taken aback, and saw Taehyung hug ber back, laughing. "You've been... erm- busy, no?" She asked, english a bit broken.

"Yes. I plan on staying for a week or two, Anette. You needn't help, you've already done enough." Taehyung smiled. Anette smiled brightly. "You know, I learned some french for you." Taehyung said softly.

"Really?" She asked, voice high. Taehyung hummed. "La vie est une fleur dont l'amour est le miel." Taehyung said softly, and then leaned down and kissed her cheek.

Anette giggled brightly. They talked for a bit more, and then Anette left, giving Jeongguk a smile too. Jeongguk watched the doors close as she left, and then sighed, looking at Taehyung, feeling bitter.

"Isn't this place lovely?" Taehyung asked, and Jeongguk followed the man as they walked down the hallways and into the bedroom. The bedroom was large, consisting of a vanity, a washroom, a big window with a large oak window still attached to it, and a king-sized bed. Jeongguk walked inside.

Taehyung looked outside the windows, smiling. "I love it here. I usually come here during the summer, really. But it's just as pleasant in the winter. The lake does calm one, doesn't it?" Taehyung hummed, and then looked outside the window, onto the large lake.

Jeongguk hummed. Taehyung opened the window to let some fresh air in, took a deep breath, and then let it out and smiled. "Isn't it nice Jeongguk-" Taehyung began while turning, and then froze.

Jeongguk was naked.

Laying on his bed, on his front, his backside displayed to Taehyung- who's eyes went darker at the sight. Jeongguk kicked on leg up, looking at Taehyung with puckered lips, a sour look on his face.

"Why don't you go ask Anette?" Jeongguk muttered his clothes all on the bottom of the bed. Jeongguk rolled over, now on his back, legs still kicked up, careless. Taehyung walked closer to him, eyes wide, smirk playing on his lips.

Jeongguk looked at him, angry, leaning his elbows against the pillows, sitting up. "J'en ai ral le bol, monsieur," Jeongguk muttered, tilting his chin up, eyes giving him a coy look. "T'es un bâtard."

"Fuck." Taehyung rasped, climbing onto the bed and placing his hands on Jeongguk's calves. "You're so enticing when you speak French," Taehyung said, dipping down to press kisses to Jeongguk's thighs.

"Vouz voulez avoir des relations sexuelles avec moi, n'est-ce pas monsier?" Jeongguk said, tilting his head. Taehyung smirked.

"Alright, that's enough out of you my cherub," Taehyung said lowly, dipping down and pressing their lips together.

Jeongguk hummed feverishly into his mouth, cupping the man's jaw tightly. Taehyung ran his hands up Jeongguk's bare hips, squeezing the skin between his fingertips. Jeongguk traced his tongue across Taehyung's bottom lip, and Taehyung breathed against his lips, hot and wet, their mouths needily sucking on the other.

"No sex now, mon amour," Taehyung whispered, kissing Jeongguk's neck. "Let us wait till nighttime falls."

"Nngh- I-I need you now, Taehyung. Don't want to wait till later." Jeongguk whined soulfully, jutting his bottom lip out. Taehyung kissed his frown away, and then slapped Jeongguk's ass playfully, making Jeongguk jolt slightly and sit upright.

"I'd love to spank you sometimes." Taehyung bit his lip.

"Maybe when I've been bad," Jeongguk whispered, and Taehyung rose his eyebrows, smirking.

"Why, aren't you being rather brash today?"

"We're alone for once. Properly. I couldn't be happier." Jeongguk admitted, and Taehyung smiled at him.

"I'm feeling rather jovial too, Jeongguk," Taehyung said, and kissed Jeongguk's nose. "Now let us go make dinner."

After making a successful hot pie (which was slightly burnt, thanks to Taehyung) and drinking it down with two glasses of wine each, Jeongguk lay his head against Taehyung's shoulder, both watching the telly.

It was some movie, but both couldn't pay attention, really. Jeongguk's lips kept mouthing upon Taehyung's jaw, and Taehyung inched his fingers around Jeongguk's waist, going lower with every touch. Jeongguk heard the woman's voice from the tv, how she gasped out at her lover for some reason.

Taehyung moved one hand to Jeongguk's loose trousers and pulled them down without hesitance, making Jeongguk bite his lip, feeling dizzy. Jeongguk lay his head against Taehyung's chest, crawling onto his lap now. Taehyung pulled Jeongguk's underwear down his thighs, falling onto the floor.

Jeongguk faced the television, the crawl of humiliation and the pang of guilt he always received while doing such things with Taehyung filling him head to toe as usual. Jeongguk ignored it like always, letting his legs spread across Taehyung's lap.

The dialogues from the film continued, and Jeongguk bit his lip, seeing Taehyung grabbing at a bottle of oil lubricant besides him. Jeongguk lolled his head back onto Taehyung's shoulder, the scratchy noises of the movie continuing. Taehyung wrapped his arm around Jeongguk's waist and reached his other hand between Jeongguk's legs.

"You should trust me, Jolie. I'll always love you." The man in the movie spoke, voice rough.

Jeongguk felt the first finger slide into his entrance and bit onto the sleeves of his sweater. Jeongguk felt Taehyung drag his finger inside, letting it slide in an out sloppily before curling it. Jeongguk whimpered, arching his back, covering his face with his hands.

"Oh, James! How could I ever forgive you!" The actress on the tv cried, hiding her face away. The movie was black and white, so the speckled white and black dots splaying across the tv made Jeongguk's vision hazy.

"T-Taehyu-nngh-" Jeongguk bit out, chewing around the fabric of his sweater paws. Taehyung pressed his second finger in fully, knuckle deep, feeling his insides out, reaching them deep inside and widening them. Jeongguk gasped, letting the sweater fall from between his lips.

"You're so beautiful, my angel," Taehyung whispered into his ear, sending tingles down his spine. Jeongguk let out a mewled cry when Taehyung fit a third finger inside of him. Jeongguk brought his hands up again and began mouthing on his fingers, inserting two into his mouth.

Taehyung watched as Jeongguk's legs were spread wide, one hand gripping Taehyung's arm, another inside his own mouth. Jeongguk was spread like a flower, his petals in glory, the pink hue on his cheeks brightening him. He was perfect, splayed like this.

"T-Taehyunf-" Jeongguk mouthed around three fingers, sucking on the digits. Drool fell from his lips, eyes wide and needy, cock flushed hard against his stomach, thighs quivering. He was perfect.

"Fuck." Taehyung let out and then pulled his fingers out of Jeongguk. Jeongguk fell onto the sofa on his stomach, bringing his wet fingers out of his mouth and whining. "Tae!" Jeongguk cried, and Taehyung brought his hands down Jeongguk's sides and then lifted his hips up until his ass was in the air, thick thighs spread wide, giving a perfect view to his entrance.

"God damn it, love. You're so fucking beautiful," Taehyung growled, lust driven. Jeongguk moved his face to the side so his cheek was pressed against the sofa, arms uselessly by his side. Jeongguk waited for Taehyung, waited compliantly, waiting for Taehyung to make the first move, first step.

Taehyung reached forward and saw the way Jeongguk's blue knitted sweater fell down his beck, showing the dimples at the small of his back. Jeongguk brought the sweater down to chew on the neck of the blue wool- and Taehyung hungrily licked his lips.

"I could orgasm just watching you stay like this, Jeongguk." Taehyung rasped out, and Jeongguk looked at him, pleadingly, lips wettening the wool stuck to his lips.

"Pleath-" Jeongguk stammered around the cloth, and Taehyung reached forward and brought his hardening cock out, slipping on a condom and overcoating it with lubricant. Jeongguk gasped out a breath when he felt Taehyung press the head of his cock into his entrance.

Jeongguk's pink entrance fluttered around Taehyung, and Taehyung watched with a grin as Jeongguk's hole pulled him inside, squeezing tightly around him, sensitive to every inch. Taehyung put his hands on Jeongguk's asscheeks and pulled them wider apart, watching his cock disappear inside of the boy.

"Fuck. Fuck- wow, god- you're so fucking gorgeous," Taehyung breathed out, seeing with fascination as Jeongguk clenched around him, hole mouthing hungrily for his cock to fill it. Taehyung put his hands on Jeongguk's hips and pushed in further.

"T-Tae-!" Jeongguk cried, tears in his eyes, fists clenched tightly above his head. Jeongguk felt the brush of Taehyung's length against his prostate and arched his back tighter, raising his ass higher up, face pressing against the sofa until only muffled moans left his lips.

"Pretty- pretty, so pretty," Taehyung said, biting his lips while beginning to fluently fuck him. Jeongguk's thighs trembled with every thrust into him- the boy mewling into the pillow pressed to his face with every slam.

"I love seeing you like this. Love- love the way you-" Taehyung gritted his teeth, sliding his cock out until the head was resting against the rim, and then shoving himself back in. Jeongguk screamed out at that, raising his head up and letting Taehyung hear his pretty moans.

"Louder. N-no one can hear you here, love. It's all you." Taehyung whispered, and Jeongguk's moans filled the crevice of the wooden house, shaking its contents. Jeongguk was vocal, sensitive, beautiful, voice like a harp's strum. His pleasured cries were only more enticing to Taehyung's ears.

"G-gonna cum-" Jeongguk mumbled out, hands reaching down to press against his face. Jeongguk whimpered into his hands, began moving his ass back to match the pace of Taehyung's thrusts. Jeongguk felt humiliated at this, felt disgustingly awe-struck by how badly his body, his mind, his heart, every part of him- how badly they wanted this.

"Fuck. M'not going to touch you-" Taehyung bit back a moan. "Cum for me, tittle angel."

"N-no! Tae- Tae I've never- never done that before- ah!" Jeongguk let out at the sudden jolt into his prostate. "A-ah-!" Jeongguk let outpitched, and Taehyung molded his hands onto the boy's asscheeks.

Jeongguk finally came, unknowingly rubbing his cock against his fist which was clad with the long sleeves of his sweater. Jeongguk spurted the cum and it hit his own chest and chin from how he was positioned. Jeongguk breathed heavily, looked fucked out, eyes hazy, cheeks red, chest heaving, hair damp and sticking to his forehead.

Jeongguk was suddenly turned around, facing Taehyung. Taehyung leaned down, equally as red. "You don't know how beautiful you are, do you?"

Jeongguk blushed brightly at the statement, brought his hands up to cradle Taehyung's jaw as the older looked into Jeongguk's honey brown eyes and fucked him. Jeongguk whimpered out, biting his lip and looked up at the man with widened eyes. Taehyung suddenly pulled out of him.

"N-no-" Jeongguk pleaded, and Taehyung hurriedly rolled the condom off his hard cock, letting it fall to the floor. Jeongguk was confused, but then Taehyung tapped Jeongguk's hand. "Pull me off," Taehyung said, and Jeongguk was a little confused but put his smaller hand around Taehyung's large cock and began moving his hand up and down.

Jeongguk had no rhythm, no pace, just quickly moved his hand, looked up at Taehyung with parted damp lips, seeing the man close to climax. "Fuck-" Taehyung bit out, and then gripped Jeongguk's thighs and pulled them up. Jeongguk let out a cry of confusion at the sudden doing, but then saw Taehyung lean forward and release all over Jeongguk's stomach.

Jeongguk felt a squeak leave his lips at that, and Taehyung's eyes glimmer at how Jeongguk's pale soft skin looked speckled with semen. Taehyung got off the sofa for a second, pulling his pants back on and picking the condom up with disgust to throw it into a dustbin. He turned around to turn the telly off, but when he turned around, he saw Jeongguk.

The cum which was earlier pooled on Jeongguk's stomach was no spread around his chest and up and a bit on his lips, and from how Jeongguk was sucking on his fingers, Taehyung could imagine a bit of his offspring was on the boy's tongue as well.

"Fuck." Taehyung cursed, and Jeongguk realized Taehyung was looking and brought his hand out, looking humiliated. "Like it that much, do you?"

Jeongguk nodded, shy. "L-love it. Thank you." Jeongguk said softly, and Taehyung reached forward to help the boy sit up. Taehyung gripped his hips, kissing the boy gently. Jeongguk preened, kissing him back and almost folding up, propping his legs around Taehyung's waist. Taehyung reached down and picked him up bridal style to not smear the cum which was painted so beautifully over his torso.

Jeongguk was carried into the washroom, where Taehyung sat him onto a counter and cleaned him up. Jeongguk giggled drowsily, and then felt Taehyung carry him back to the bedroom and lay him down onto the bed, where they both fell asleep quickly, content.

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