"I told you I wasn't in the mood." He choked out, his nose still burning.

"I'm not talking about sex. If the meathead sees me here, he'll know you're done with him for good."

Taehyung pursed his lips. Jungkook had a point. Whenever Tae and Ibiki fight, Taehyung always returns to the dorm alone. The following day, Ibiki knocked on the door, and when Taehyung opened it, you could see relief in his eyes.

It would make him lose his confidence in Taehyung and bother someone else if he believed Taehyung slept with Jungkook. Locking eyes with Jungkook, Taehyung nodded.

"No sex?" he asked.

Jungkook laughed.

"No sex."

......

The room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of the desk lamp casting gentle shadows on the walls. A faint scent of sandalwood lingered in the air, mingling with the remnants of their colognes and the subtle hint of vodka. The quiet hum of the city outside was barely audible, creating a cocoon of intimacy around them.

It wasn't awkward.

Not in the least.

The dorm bed wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either. Taehyung wondered how he ended up against the wall, covers clutched to his chest. He watched Jungkook drift off to sleep. He couldn't help but admire how peaceful the other looked. He couldn't help but feel envy. He wanted to be that peaceful, too.

The ravenette was only in his boxers, throwing his sweaty and perfume-scented clothing onto the computer chair. After sliding into bed, Jungkook rested his head on the end of the pillow. He had one arm behind his head, the other on his chest, and the rest of his sculpted body covered in a thin sheet. Huffing, Taehyung blushed when he noticed Jungkook's abdomen rise and fall.

They finished the vodka bottle, so Taehyung had a comfortable buzz. His whole body was warm, and he felt relaxed. He could feel his heart beating faster, and he took a deep breath.

'I want you to let go and cum for me.' A surge of pleasure radiated through his body straight to his loins. Taehyung bit his lip, pressing his thighs together as he recalled what Jungkook had said earlier that night.

"Let me have you for one night. I could make your toes curl and your knees weak. Let me fuck you right, baby. I'll have you screaming my name." Taehyung shivered as Jungkook's lips gently pressed against his earrings.

The blonde sighed, his body tingling, remembering what it felt like having Jungkook stretch him. He was breathless, running his hand over his chest and neck, recalling how soft Jungkook's lips felt as they caressed his tan skin. Taehyunug swallowed. He was in deep trouble. His brown eyes focused back on Jungkook. While he stared at the ravenette, his face warmed up, his eyes darting over the dark lines of tattoos stretching across Jungkook's shoulders. The tattoos disappeared in the shadows of the night. Then, he noticed the silver ring curving through Jungkook's bottom lip.

He had been so focused on the tongue ring that he didn't notice how the lip rings felt. He wanted to taste them and feel them against his heated skin. Were they made of the same metal as the tongue piercing, or were they different? How would they feel against his nipples and possibly lower?

Taehyung gasped softly, his heart hammering against his ribs. He told Jungkook no sex. But here he was, lying next to the object of his desires and imagining how it would feel to be held down and pounded into the sheets. Taehyung stared at Jungkook's lips, his wide eyes focusing on the silver rings in the corner of his lips. The warm buzz he had earlier seemed like an inferno. His body started to sweat. Beads appeared on his forehead and dripped down his neck.

Alcohol fueled his movements as he inched closer. His face was dusted scarlet, his eyes hazy as they tried to focus on the lip rings as he approached the sleeping Jungkook. He took a deep breath and pursed his lips, only a few centimeters away from those perfectly sculpted lips. Taehyung closed his eyes and leaned down, ready to risk it all for one taste of Jungkook's lips. He also wanted to feel the metal decorating his mouth.

"I thought you were tired, hmm?"

Taehyung was startled when Jungkook's voice broke through the silence. Taehyung froze, his eyes snapping open as his breath hitched in his throat. His heart pounded fiercely in his chest, and he felt a sudden rush of adrenaline course through his veins. A shiver ran down his spine as he tried to steady his breathing; he clenched his hand against his chest.

His cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, and he quickly pulled away, stammering, "I, um, I...you had something on your face."

His heart pounded even harder. Jungkook's proximity and sudden alertness made his head spin. Taehyung lay on the bed, in his usual position, back against the wall with the sheet against his chest. His face was tomato red as he tried to think of anything other than being caught hovering over Jungkook like some lunatic.

He'll blame vodka.

Jungkook rolled onto his side, clearly amused by what had just transpired, and couldn't hide the grin on his face. Jungkook's eyes sparkled with mischief as he propped himself up on one elbow, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. He heard the slur in Taehyung's voice and noticed the heightened sensitivity. It was easy to see through the thin shirt and shorts the blonde wore, but he didn't find it any less amusing.

"You know," he teased, his voice a low murmur, "if you wanted another kiss, you just had to ask."

His gaze never left Taehyung's. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from Taehyung's forehead, his touch sending shivers down Taehyung's spine. Jungkook smirked; he could have sworn he heard Taehyung moan at the simple touch.

"I have no idea what happened. I'm so tired, and the alcohol has me acting out." Taehyung lied.

Jungkook sighed. He could tell the blonde was lying. Taehyung didn't look sleepy, but he looked worn down and done with the world. Taehyung spoke of tiredness in his heart and soul. When they argued earlier, it showed earlier on the beautiful blonde's face. He was hurting inside, fed up with being mistreated and cast aside like a used object.

Jungkook reached over and placed a hand against Taehyung's heated face, gently stroking the soft flesh. Taehyung closed his eyes and leaned against the hand. Jungkook's heart melted, and he could feel Taehyung's sadness.

"You can be honest with me, Tae," Jungkook whispered, inching closer to the honey-haired man. Taehyung's eyes were heavy. They could hardly focus on anything but found Jungkook's mocha orbs. Taehyung's mind raced, torn between the urge to spill his heart and the fear of vulnerability. His emotions were a tangled mess, a storm of longing, confusion, and the weight of unspoken words. Every fiber of his being wanted to trust Jungkook, yet the walls he'd built around his heart were insurmountable.

Taehyung noticed the distance between them closing and remained still, patiently waiting for their bodies to connect. Jungkook grabbed his waist and pulled him flush against his chest. Taehyung's breath hitched as he felt the warmth of Jungkook's chest against his, a rush of conflicting emotions flooding his senses. His body instinctively relaxed into the embrace, but his mind was still a battlefield, grappling with the fear of letting his guard down. He wanted to melt into Jungkook's embrace to find solace in his touch, but his insecurities kept his heart shackled.

Jungkook was careful with his movements, but the wrong move and Taehyung would retreat like a scared animal. It was way beyond Ibiki, but Jungkook needed to know who. He only knew that some things in Taehyung's past created a distrusting, self-sabotaging robot stuck on survival. Jungkook admitted to himself that he cared more than he should, but that was something he would have to sort out later.

His body was warm, from Taehyung's body and from sharing the bottle with Taehyung earlier while they laughed and trashed Ibiki's stuff. It had more of an effect on Taehyung than on him. However, he still felt that slight buzz and warmth spread through every inch of his body. He tried to control the heat pooling in his stomach, causing his thighs to tingle.

There was one thing he had been meaning to ask the blonde for a while now. However, he had never been alone with him until tonight. So he figured. Why not?

"Are we ever going to talk about it, Taehyung?" Jungkook whispered to the blonde. Taehyung furrowed his brows, frowning.

"About?"

"What happened between us..." Jungkook trailed off, his chocolate orbs staring into Taehyung's.

Taehyung gulped as Jungkook's words hung in the air. He could feel himself getting redder and redder, and his heart fluttered as Jungkook's gaze lingered on him. He knew this would come up eventually. But the blonde thought he would ask all the questions, not Jungkook. He fidgeted, gasping when his legs brushed Jungkook's. Their eyes briefly met again before he turned away, unsure of how he felt.

"I figured you wouldn't want to. It would ruin your reputation." Taehyung's voice wavered. Jungkook's eyes shifted, the dark brown focusing on Taehyung's face, his arm tightening on Taehyung's waist. The latter gasped quietly but quickly covered it with a cough.

"I don't give a damn about my reputation. People only like me for my looks or for that stupid fucking rumor about me being a sex god. What do you think of me?" While speaking, Jungkook grabbed Taehyung's hand and placed it against his chest, over his heart. Taehyung was taken aback, but the shock quickly disappeared as his fingers curled, the pads of the digits gently grazing Jungkook's heated skin.

He inhaled, nostrils flaring as he remembered being in Jungkook's dorm all those months ago.

Ibiki had been a cheating asshole like always, and Taehyung was throwing a pity party since he was dumb enough to continue the toxic one-sided relationship. He hung out with Jimin and their mutual friends. Jungkook was at the same bar, throwing his own pity party. They met, and both heard of each other from friends. After a few more drinks, their world became a giant blur. Neither man remembers how they ended up in Jungkook's dorm room. Luckily, the ravenette didn't have a roommate, so Taehyung was able to sneak out without being seen. And no one knew of their secret one-night stand. Not even Jimin.

Taehyung sighed. He didn't know what he thought of Jungkook. If he was honest, the raven-haired beauty hadn't crossed his mind in months. He figured they had already moved on and wouldn't consider the past. But it seems like it has tortured Jungkook.

Tonight, Taehyung planned to return to the dorm room alone and beat himself up for being stupid. He didn't expect Jungkook to tag along and hound him about his past experiences. As Taehyung held Jungkook's gaze, he couldn't help but think about it.

Remember that lava cake he talked about? Well, it just so happens that he tasted it, and it was far better than vanilla. But that cake was off-limits.

"We were drunk and stupid." The blonde mumbled. Jungkook's eyes darkened with hurt and frustration, his grip on Taehyung's waist tightening before he took a shaky breath.

"You begged me to stay with you. You were heartbroken and didn't want to be alone." Jungkook retorted, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling. His hand fell from Taehyung's waist, making a quiet thud on the bed. Taehyung's hand still rested on Jungkook's chest, and he could feel the ravenette's heart thudding wildly.

"How do you remember that? I barely remember that night?"

"It was one of the best nights I ever had. I don't remember most of it, but I remember helping you to my dorm. I wanted to sleep on the couch, but you begged me to stay with you. You beat yourself up for allowing someone like Ibiki to have you in your feelings." As he spoke, Jungkook stared upward, reflecting on how Taehyung stared lovingly into his eyes that night.

The blonde pursed his lips and started to recall the events of that night, but he could only recollect bits and pieces. The one thing he remembered for sure was strong arms cradling him, hands gently caressing his body, eliciting soft moans from Taehyung's throat. Then, he recalled how Jungkook kissed his neck, lips trailing over the blonde's collarbone and causing goosebumps. Those emotions flooded back in, and Taehyung closed his eyes, inhaling a deep breath and trying to calm himself. His body was already heated from the thoughts of Jungkook and the slight touches; he couldn't imagine what smelling him and touching him would do to his already lust-crazed mind.

"I should do it again. You would think that after dealing with this for almost a year, I would be fucking over it." Taehyung whispered, drawing a circle on the sheet with his finger. Jungkook sighed again and rolled back onto his side, catching Taehyung's brown eyes. He seized Taehyung by the arms and pulled the blonde on top of him without warning. To make Taehyung comfortable, he placed each knee on each side of his hips.

"Jungkook, what are you--" Taehyung questioned but was silenced when Jungkook sat straight up, his nose millimeters away from Taehyung's. He smiled wide and leaned in closer, kissing tenderly. He melted into Jungkook's embrace, unable to resist, as Jungkook's lips moved against his in a slow and sensual rhythm. Taehyung felt consumed by the moment. His world narrowed down to just the two of them. The blonde furrowed his brows, feeling arousal pump through his veins as Jungkook gripped his back. Without warning, Taehyung rolled his hips, grinding down against Jungkook's crotch.

The ravenette placed his hands on Taehyung's thighs, his fingers slowly inching upward and underneath the fabric of the blonde's boxers to gently scratch the soft skin. Jungkook had promised he wouldn't try anything, but the way Taehyung grinds against him suggested that the blonde had changed his mind. While Jungkook was lost in his thoughts, Taehyung deepened the kiss, running his hands over Jungkook's shoulders. He nipped at the lip rings, his tongue carefully spinning them and tasting the metal.

Jungkook opened his mouth and allowed Taehyung to dive inside, mapping out his mouth. The ravenette was caught off guard. The blonde was adamant about them not having sexual intercourse, but Jungkook could feel the older man's fully erect cock through his sleep shorts. There was no denying the attraction between them. Considering what Taehyung put himself through dealing with Ibiki, it was about time he had someone show him what it was like to be loved instead of fucked.

Jungkook smiled and happily kissed back. However, he broke it, licking his lips as Taehyung stared at him hungrily.

"Down, boy." The tattooed man laughed when Taehyung tried to kiss him again. "You want to do something. Are you sure this is what you want?"

Taehyung stared at him in silence, his mind reeling from the kisses. His eyes focused back on Jungkook's lip rings, which glittered in the dim light of the fairy lights.

"Okay, first, I am not begging for anything. If you say no, I'll drop it and never bother you again. But you deserve a night of passion." As he spoke, Jungkook's hands rested on Taehyung's hips, his hand still under the boxers' calloused fingers, gently stroking the skin. Taehyung bit his lip. He promised he heard everything the dark-haired man said, but his eyes were fixated on one thing and one thing only. Every time Jungkook moved his mouth, Taehyung watched the lip ring shift, catching on to Jungkook's teeth or whenever the ravenette tugged on it with his teeth or licked it when he was done.

Jungkook shifted, rolling his hips in the process, making sure Taehyung felt the rock-hard erection hiding in his boxers. Taehyung shivered, his breath stuck in his throat. His mouth watered as his eyes followed Jungkook's lips. He let out a moan, no longer able to contain himself. He placed a hand on Jungkook's jaw, slowly sliding his hand down over his throat, collarbone, and chest; he licked his lips at every inch of skin his hand covered. Jungkook inhaled, his cock twitching at the touch.

"Ibiki is a giant asshole," Jungkook's warm breath fanned Taehyung's heated skin.

The blonde rested his hands on Jungkook's naked shoulders. Electricity shot through his nervous system once his palms touched the cream-colored skin. It took everything in him not to lean forward and capture Jungkook's lips in a kiss again. They were flawless; their shade was light pink, the bottom lip thicker than the top with a mole resting underneath, right above the chin.

"I hate that you allowed him to treat you that way. Let me satisfy you, make your toes curl, and suck out your soul. Your body is neglected. Let me love you." Jungkook's dark eyes were filled with intensity and desperation. His grip on Taehyung's hips tightened slightly, a silent plea for permission, while his breath came in shallow, eager puffs. The ravenette's jaw clenched and unclenched, his lip ring catching the dim light as he waited for Taehyung's response. Every muscle in his body coiled like a spring, ready to be unleashed.

Everything Jungkook mentioned, he wanted. As he said before, he was sick of that dumb, blonde jock that was nothing more than a paperweight for his sheets. The blonde inhaled when Jungkook's hands left his hips and slowly rose upward, the fingers lining his waist and trailing up his back. But, of course, Taehyung had to play coy.

"You said n-no sex," He stuttered, not realizing his hands had gotten tangled in Jungkook's hair. Jungkook smiled and opened his mouth. The ball of the barbell on his tongue glistened inside his mouth.

"I know, baby, I'm sorry. But if you say no, I'll respect that and never bother you again. If you say yes, though," A whimper slipped from Taehyung's lips as Jungkook kissed his collarbone, his tongue piercing grazing against his warm skin. The ravenette licked a stripe up his chin, and Taehyung closed his eyes and bore his throat. Jungkook peppered Taehyung's neck with hot kisses, each hotter than the last. The blonde sighed in satisfaction, panting as his arousal became painful. Everything Jungkook did was excellent: his lips, kisses, how he spoke, smelled, EVERYTHING.

Taehyung couldn't contain himself. He gazed back at the ink-haired man, his brown eyes shimmering in the dim light. Jungkook hovered over Taehyung's lips and carefully placed a kiss under Taehyung's bottom lip.

"What do you say, baby? Yes or no?"

Taehyung stared at Jungkook, his eyes partially closed and heavily coated in lust.

Tonight, he planned on returning to his dorm alone, sad and possibly depressed, especially after learning that his piece of shit boyfriend had slept with his cousins. But instead of lying here alone or camping out in Jimin's dorm, Taehyung had someone who wanted him.

Jungkook was sensual and loving. His gentle touch alone almost sent the honey-haired blonde over the edge. And if he was being honest with himself, Taehyung didn't know what it was like to make love. The closest thing he had was one night with Jungkook months ago when they were drunk, and he barely remembered it. He thought once he escaped from his home life, something would improve, but it was the same, minus the abuse.

Back home, all he had were quickies or one-night stands. They were all the same: dull, quick, and rough sex with no lasting satisfaction.

Taehyung closed his eyes and exhaled, his nostrils flaring as he opened them to stare into Jungkook's obsidian eyes. The older man's long fingers tightened in his raven-colored hair.

"Yes."

Jungkook rushed forward and attacked Taehyung's lips in a desperate kiss. Taehyung's eyes fluttered closed, and he returned the kiss with equal passion. His hands cupped Jungkook's face and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. Jungkook groaned as he lost himself in the feeling of Taehyung's lips against his.

The blonde fell back onto the bed with Jungkook on top, their mouths stuck together, tongues battling for dominance. Taehyung arched his back, and Jungkook took the hint, slipping his fingers into the waistband of the blonde's shorts. He snatched them and the underwear and slung them across the room.

"Jungkook-ah." Taehyung mewled.

Jungkook's breath hitched at the sound, and his pupils dilated with desire. The ravenette's hands trembled as they roamed over Taehyung's exposed skin, savoring every inch. His lips trailed down Taehyung's neck, leaving a path of burning kisses, each one eliciting more moans that only fueled his passion. Taehyung opened his legs, his erection throbbing as Jungkook sucked and kissed his neck. It twitched with every beat of his heart, and he rolled his hips, hoping for friction.

A smirk formed on Jungkook's lips; he caressed Taehyung's inner thighs and trailed his hands up his hips. Taehyung gasped, arching his back, praying Jungkook's hands would go lower. Instead, he removed his hands and moved his lips, kissing and sucking on Taehyung's chest. He then came back up and captured Taehyung's lips in another kiss. Jungkook was holding back. His body was burning and aching just as much as Taehyung's, but he promised the other man a night of pleasure.

His erection was straining against his boxers, the front becoming increasingly wet as he devoured Taehyung's tan skin. He left bites and hickeys, marking every inch of the soft skin as his own. Taehyung clenched his teeth, growing impatient, and grabbed Jungkook by the throat, not realizing that the action almost caused the ravenette to cum in his underwear. The tattooed man smirked and licked his lips, moaning as Taehyung pulled him down into a heated kiss.

'Fuck. The way he gripped me by my throat. He's lucky I can't get his ass pregnant.' Jungkook thought as he rolled his hips against Taehyung's, laughing at the low whine the latter released. Taehyung was still in his shirt, and Jungkook practically ripped it in two, trying to remove it. Once it was stretched and thrown across the room, the two attached again, rolling around the bed, their lips never disconnecting.

Jungkook broke the kiss, his round eyes glittering with arousal. Taehyung panted, his chest heaving up and down, his nose and lips red from the heated make-out session. He watched as Jungkook removed his black boxers, his manhood springing free. Taehyung's mouth watered, remembering how it felt inside him earlier. He moaned in anticipation, his body trembling with anticipation. He spread his knees, offering himself up to Jungkook, who smirked.

"Shit. One second." The ravenette walked over and grabbed his jeans, searching through the pockets. He cursed under his breath, pushing his bangs out of his face as he searched all the pockets for the plastic wrappers. He sighed when he found one, placing it between his teeth as he hunted for another.

While he searched, Taehyung's eyes devoured his body. His breath quickened, his eyes following Jungkook's every move with impatience and desire. His fingers twitched, itching to reach out and pull Jungkook back to bed, but he held back. Jungkook's body was muscular but lean. You could see his muscles ripple and move with every movement he made. His chest was broad, his abs tight and defined. His legs were long and toned, his buttocks firm and round. Taehyung's heart skipped a beat as he stared in awe at Jungkook's beauty.

A sudden memory of Taehyung sobbing from pleasure, arms wrapped tightly around Jungkook's shoulders, flooded the honey blonde's mind. He had been in Jungkook's lap, his legs encircling the younger man's waist and his head resting on the ravenette's shoulder. Jungkook's arms were wrapped around him, holding him tenderly as he pumped in and out of Taehyung, kissing him tenderly and praising him.

'That's my baby. Such a good boy for me. That's it.'

'J-Jung-Jung-'

'Shhhh...'

Taehyung blushed as his eyes widened at the memory. That night, it took everything in him not to fall in love with Jungkook. How he took the time to care for and be gentle with him was so rare. The memory caused the blonde's manhood to twitch, more pre-cum oozing from the slit. He sighed, his loins aching. He knew that once Jungkook was inside him, he would come quickly. There was no denying it.

Trying to distract himself, Taehyung turned back to stare at Jungkook, his brown eyes locked on Jungkook's tattoos.

"Is that new? Or...did you have it the last time we---"

Jungkook blinked, running a hand through his bangs, not noticing Taehyung's distress.

"Yeah. I got it a few months ago. I wanted something different." The ravenette said, ripping the condom corner.

Taehyung scanned his eyes over Jungkook's naked body. A few months ago, Taehyung remembered Jungkook had one or two tattoos. However, his shoulders and back were now covered in intricate drawings, all fully colored and shaded.

His eyes were glued to Jungkook's tattoo on the center of his back. It was a bear and a tiger, and in the center was a black rabbit, and they ran outward. Cherry blossoms branched out, weaving between the animals with petals randomly placed around them. It was beautiful. The detailed work was astounding. All the blonde wanted to do was rub his fingers over it, his nails gently tracing the lines as he lay under the ravenette.

Without turning around, Jungkook licked at his lips as he checked his other pant pocket for another condom.

"What about you?" He asked. Taehyung rolled onto his side, his legs dangling from the bedside.

"What about me?"

"New hair color?"

The older man blinked and touched his honey-colored locks. He'd forgotten that his hair was ebony when he and Jungkook were intimate the first time. As Jungkook said about his piercings and tattoos, Taehyung wanted something different. Too bad the only thing he changed was his hair.

"No condoms," Taehyung said from the bed. Jungook turned around, a plastic wrapper hanging from his teeth.

"Huh?" He responded, round eyes focusing on the naked blonde.

"Like, I know we're doing this for us, but you wanna piss off Ibiki too, right?"

The ravenette nodded. In all honesty, Jungkook forgot about Ibiki. All he cared about was pleasing the blonde. Taehyung smirked and pointed at the condom.

"He hates condoms, but I always make him wear one anyway because he refuses to get tested. Are you clean?"

The younger man nodded, placing the condom back inside his pants pocket. As much as everyone loved to assume he was the bad boy that slept around, he's cautious about who he beds with. Other than tonight, he hadn't had sex in five months. It wasn't that he couldn't. He didn't want to. He was bored of the generic, flirty, sexy girls of college and the supposedly 'different' guys who claim to change once they leave high school.

But with Taehyung, he had a spark. Jungkook wasn't sure if it was love, infatuation, or desire burning inside him. All he knew was that he wanted the chance to figure it out. And Taehyung felt the same, even though he denied it. Jungkook could see the flames burning in those deep chocolate eyes. The blonde wanted him just as much, if not more.

The ravenette spun around, preparing to return to the bed. However, Jungkook was caught off guard when his arms wrapped around his waist, and Taehyung attacked his lips. The blonde sucked and bit at his lips, hands tightening around Jungkook's waist as the ravenette fell backward against the desk. Jungkook wanted to comment on how needy Taehyung seemed but saved the teasing for later.

He wrapped one arm around Taehyung's shoulders, clenching thick wheat-colored hair into a fist. He furrowed his brow and angled his head, allowing the blonde to suck on his tongue and gently graze against the piercing. After a few minutes, Jungkook released Taehyung's hair and gripped his tiny waist tightly. The action made Taehyung moan, and Jungkook snatched him against him, their chests colliding. Taehyung's hands caressed the tattoos on Jungkook's back, his hands caressing the black lines and following them down to the crack of his ass.

When their erections made contact, Taehyung sighed happily, finally getting the friction he'd been wanting. He immediately grinded himself against Jungkook, moaning loudly. Jungkook released Taehyung's waist and grabbed his ass, kneading the soft flesh. Jungkook pulled back, saliva connecting their lips as they panted heavily.

"Any positions you want to do?" Jungkook gasped, his teeth nipping at Taehyung's bottom lip. Taehyung groaned, his hands on Jungkook's shoulder, tracing his other tattoos delicately.

"I don't care. Just...just--" Taehyung stuttered, unsure of what to say.

What were they doing? Making love?

The blonde's face was a pretty shade of scarlet and red, adorning his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. His body tingled—and it was the most satisfying kind.

It felt so perfect. So right.

His body lined up perfectly against Jungkook's. Taehyung could smell a hint of cologne rising from the ravenette's sweaty skin and couldn't help but close his eyes and inhale. Jungkook's scent was intoxicating. He was 10x better than the sweaty, sour smell that hovered around Ibiki like a cloud.

The ravenette smirked, his dark eyes on Taehyung's face. He squeezed Taehyung's ass gently. The blonde moaned, biting his bottom lip, and opened his eyes to meet Jungkook's.

Jungkook leaned in and whispered in his ear, "You like it when I touch you like this?"

The blonde nodded, his eyes still fixed on Jungkook. The latter kissed him gently on the lips, his hands still kneading his ass.

"Turn around for me, baby." Jungkook's hot breath ghosted over Taehyung's skin.

Without question, Taehyung turned around, his back toward Jungkook. The latter quickly attached his lips to Taehyung's neck, gently licking and biting the golden skin. One hand snaked around and gently cupped his pecs, massaging the muscle. His other hand slid down towards the thigh, fingers seamlessly weaving themselves in between to tease his testicles. Taehyung threw his head back, moaning, and spread his legs further apart so Jungkook could have easier access. Taehyung's body shivered in response, every nerve ending igniting with pleasure. His breaths came out in ragged gasps, and he could feel heat pooling in his lower abdomen.

"Ngh..." The blonde whimpered. His thighs quivered, his knees shaking.

Jungkook's hand wrapped around Taehyung's erection tightly, slowly stroking up and down, taking advantage of the pre-cum and using it as lubrication. His thumb would press against the tip, adding pressure to the slit before gently stroking the underside. Taehyung threw his head back against Jungkook's shoulder, his chest trembling as his toes curled into the carpet.

"Look at you, so hot for me," Jungkook whispered, his lips grazing Taehyung's ear. He was now suckling at the shoulder juncture. He left open-mouthed kisses up to Taehyung's pierced ear, where he gently traced the lobe with his tongue. Taehyung shuddered, arching his back to avoid moaning shamelessly like a whore in heat.

"And cheating on your boyfriend? I think you deserve punishment."

The blonde gulped, his knees shaking as Jungkook's fingers grazed over a nipple. Taehyung gasped when one of his nipples was pinched and twisted. Jungkook's other hand slapped the inside of his thigh, causing a high-pitched mew to slip past Taehyung's swollen lips. It continued for another ten minutes, Jungkook repeatedly slapping Taehyung's thighs, bright red hand-prints marking the golden skin.

"You're so beautiful." Jungkook purred into Taehyung's ear, earning another whimper from the older college student. The ravenette gently pushed Taehyung aside and sat on the bed. Before the blonde could question him, Jungkook patted his thighs and beckoned Taehyung to him. The older man nodded, knees weak and thighs burning as he walked forward and straddled the ravenette.

Jungkook's eyes softened, his intentions clear, as he reached out to wrap his arms around Taehyung's waist, pulling him closer. The younger man's lips met his, and Taehyung melted into him. Jungkook's hands cupped his face, and his thumbs gently caressed his cheeks. Their heated skin tingled with electricity. For months, this was all Jungkook could think about. He wanted Kim Taehyung at his mercy, wanted the blonde under him to beg for more and scream his name.

While Taehyung was distracted, Jungkook slipped a finger into his entrance, and Taehyung tensed and jolted upright.

"Jungkookie...what are you-- ah!" Taehyung gasped, his body tensing when he felt a cold gel slide in between his thighs and press against his entrance.

'When did he get the lube?'

"Hmmmm..." Taehyung groaned when he felt two fingers slide past the tight ring of muscle. Jungkook clenched his jaw, his fingers arched as he began to pump them in and out. Taehyung started grinding, sliding back and forth on Jungkook's thigh, begging and wanting more.

"That's it, baby. Let me finger you until you cum." Jungkook said, his dark eyes watching Taehyunug's face.

Taehyung's face burned. He wasn't sure if it was from arousal or embarrassment, but all he knew was that he was enjoying it. The way Jungkook would whisper into his ear, his lips gently grazing the lobe, sent shivers down his spine. He arched his back when Jungkook's fingers brushed his prostate. The blonde chewed on his bottom lip, trying to avoid crying out as he continued to grind on the younger's muscular thigh.

"Ahhhh... " Taehyung moaned. He wanted to speak and tell Jungkook how pleasant it felt, but he couldn't form words, much less a sentence. He gasped when teeth grazed his nipples. Then, he felt the smooth, silver barbell piercing Jungkook's tongue slide against the erect buds.

"Oh-oh, my..." Taehyung whined, rotating his hips. His nails dug into Jungkook's shoulder as he felt his orgasm build. It was too soon. He didn't want this to end.

As he opened his mouth, Jungkook bit down on Taehyung's left nipple. The other hand squeezes the right nipple while his fingers slide in and out at a rapid pace. Taehyung screamed as his orgasm crashed over him, his cock pulsing as thick globs of semen spilled out.

Before he could come down from his high, Jungkook gripped the back of his neck and smashed their lips together. Taehyung was still moaning as he rode out his orgasm. The ravenette quickly removed his fingers and covered his manhood in lube. He lifted Taehyung onto his knees and pushed his cock past the pink, slightly swollen entrance.

"Fuck. Fuck." Taehyung gasped, his nails digging into Jungkook's skin, leaving claw marks.

"Kiss me," Jungkook muttered, dark eyes on the beautiful blonde. Taehyung didn't hesitate and wrapped his arms around the ravenette's shoulders and slid his tongue inside the other's mouth. As they continued to make out, Jungkook set the pace and helped Taehyung bounce on his dick. The younger man furrowed his brow, gripping tightly onto Taehyung's ass.

He could feel his orgasm building. A knot formed in his stomach, his balls tightening as he fell back on the bed, fingers digging into the caramel-colored cheeks of Taehyung's voluptuous bottom, spreading them apart as he thrust roughly into the blonde, angling his cock to stab the prostate of the other man. Without warning, Jungkook wrapped his arms around Taehyung's waist, locking him in place and thrusting upward. His pace is rough and sloppy.

"Ah...ngh...Ah! Fuck!" Taehyung howled as Jungkook fucked up into him, the tip of his dick stabbing his prostate. Tears fell from his cheeks as he felt another orgasm developing. His hands gripped Jungkook's shoulders, nails clawing and scratching at his shoulders, leaving bloodied marks on his ivory skin. Jungkook bit his lip, his brow furrowed as he chased after his orgasm, but it wasn't enough. He quickly pulled out, and before Taehyung could ask, he helped Taehyung onto his hands and knees and reentered him.

Jungkook propped one leg onto the bed, held Taehyung's shoulder, and fucked into him. The blonde gripped the sheets, arching his back as he cried out in pleasure. Jungkook's thrusts became harder and faster, and Taehyung felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He could feel himself trembling as he approached climax, and Jungkook's pace became erratic as he, too, neared his orgasm.

"Fuuuuuuck, baby. You feel so good." Jungkook moaned as he came inside Taehyung, his cock throbbing. Taehyung followed shortly after that, his orgasm sending him into ecstasy. He clenched around Jungkook's dick, milking it, and Jungkook shuddered, throwing his head back at the sensation. The blonde collapsed onto the bed, his knees feeling like jelly and his body exhausted. Jungkook slowly pulled out and sat beside Taehyung, rubbing his bangs out of his face as he stared at the older man.

"You okay?" He asked. Taehyung nodded.

"Just...well, that was something I'd never had before." The blonde admitted. Jungkook stared at Taehyung in shock. Jungkook's reaction took aback Taehyung. He lowered his gaze and looked away. Jungkook's face softened as he realized the blonde had been telling the truth. He raised a hand to brush away the hair covering the blonde's face.

He leaned in and whispered, "Well, I'm happy to be the first to give you such pleasure."

Taehyung blushed, ashamed. He quickly looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment. Jungkook watched, concern showing in his brown eyes. He reached up and cupped Taehyung's face, gently pulling him back to look at him.

He smiled and said, "You don't need to be embarrassed, baby. The people you know didn't care. Being with someone that cares can make you feel new things."

Taehyung searched Jungkook's face for a hint of ill intent or a lie. However, he couldn't get past those warm eyes and tender smile. He could feel himself being drawn in.

This was a different Jungkook than everyone else experienced. This Jungkook wasn't the whore on campus everyone gossiped about. He'd never heard of this person, and Taehyung wanted to know him. He wanted to know more about him and determine why Jungkook wore a mask for everyone else.

"Jungkook..." Taehyung whispered his name, and Jungkook raised his eyebrows. Taehyung took a deep breath and smiled. Jungkook's eyes widened as he stared at Taehyung. Taehyung placed his hand on Jungkook's cheek and leaned in.

"Babe?" Jungkook asked. He met Taehyung halfway and welcomed the chaste kiss. It was slow and gentle, nothing like the passionate, lust-filled kisses they shared earlier. The ravenette pulled Taehyung to him, wrapping his arms around his waist. Taehyung pulled back, gently tracing Jungkook's cheek scar.

'Don't fall for him, Taehyung. You don't even know him.' The blonde screamed inside his head.

"I don't know about you, but I would love a shower, something to eat, and then bed. What do you say?" The ravenette asked, a warm smile on his face. Taehyung stared at the tattooed man with curious eyes. Taehyung nodded in agreement and smiled back. He removed his hand from Jungkook's cheek, missed the ravenette's pouting expression, and pointed to the door beside his bed.

"Um...sure. The bathroom is right--hey!" Taehyung shouted. Jungkook lifted him off the bed, bridal style. The blonde wrapped his arms around Jungkook's neck, afraid of being dropped, and Jungkook chuckled. With Taehyung securely in his arms, the ravenette walked to the bathroom, kicking the door open and slamming the door shut with his foot.