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And I just can't take myself away
Under a spell I can't break
I just can't stop

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All that stood between Jungkook and Taehyung was a door. Taehyung's apartment door, to be precise.

Time dragged while Jungkook worked at the construction site, the hours passing slower than usual. Every time he checked the clock, it seemed like only ten or so minutes had gone by. He was restless for the day to be done so he could wash up and go meet Taehyung.

The moment Namjoon dismissed him, Jungkook bolted to the university gym's locker room in order to shower. He made sure to use a nice smelling soap and even spent a little extra time styling his hair. When he saw Taehyung again, he wanted to show up presentable. Not that he was embarrassed about his line of work, but he thought it'd be better to not reek of sweat.

Really, he just wanted to impress Taehyung.

Now, standing at the door, he knocked three efficient rapts. His heart began to pound as he heard footsteps approaching, and he nervously ran his hands over his shirt.

"Hi," he breathed when Taehyung opened the door, raking his eyes over the elder. He choked on a laugh. "You have smudges all over your face."

Taehyung's hands went to his cheeks, trying to rub away the charcoal marks. "Are they gone?"

Jungkook shook his head, walking into the apartment when the elder stepped aside. "You made them worse."

"Well, fix it."

With his shoes kicked off and set neatly to the side, he turned to face Taehyung. "Is that an order, Mr. Demanding?"

A smile danced on Taehyung's lips, but he didn't give his signature toothy grin just yet. 

"Come here," the younger said, breath hitching as Taehyung neared him.

Tentatively, he raised his hand to Taehyung's cheek, thumb rubbing over the gray streaks. The action spread the mess even more, but that didn't stop Jungkook from bringing his other hand up to cup the elder's face.

"Better?" Taehyung asked, voice low and rough. His gaze was intense as he stared back through his lashes.

Both of Jungkook's thumbs were tracing over Taehyung's cheekbones, savoring the feel of his smooth skin. Holding him like this - reverently - made something in his chest tighten. And all he wanted to do was the one thing he'd been longing to do since yesterday.

So he did.

He pressed his lips against Taehyung's, still cradling his face in between his hands. Taehyung gasped against his mouth, but didn't step back. Instead, his own hands went up to hold Jungkook's face, his touch light and delicate.

Jungkook pulled away before he was tempted to do anything more. Sure, the elder admitted he was attracted to him. But that didn't mean Jungkook would take advantage of that fact and come on too strong.

A frown tugged at Taehyung's pink lips and he looked down at his charcoal streaked hands. "Now you have marks all over your face."

"Fix it," the younger replied with a smirk, using Taehyung's words from before.

"Who's Mr. Demanding, now?" Taehyung quipped, bringing his hands back up to Jungkook's face.

Judging by the way the elder was smearing his hands across Jungkook's cheeks, it was evident that Taehyung was purposefully making a bigger mess.

A laugh ripped from Jungkook and he hastily took hold of Taehyung's wrists. "Alright, alright. I think you've covered my entire face now."

"Almost," the elder grinned, giving him that toothy smile Jungkook yearned for. Taehyung captured his lips in a swift kiss, not lingering long, before leaning back. "There."

Jungkook was a smiling mess as Taehyung led them to the dimly lit art room. He never knew that simple kisses could have such a big effect on him, that they could make his heart both stop and beat insanely fast at the same time. Everything just felt different this time.

When it came to Taehyung, everything was simply . . . more.

After they quickly cleaned off the smudges on themselves, Jungkook helped the elder pull out the chairs and supplies. As they set up, Jungkook noticed something amusing - Taehyung was stalling. His movements were slow and often repetitive. The boy must have rearranged his pencils five times by now.

To test his theory - and to try his hand at having game - he gripped the edges of his shirt and pulled up.

"Whoa!" Taehyung exclaimed, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. "You have to give me warning before you do that."

Jungkook tossed his shirt into the corner and faced the elder head on. "Why? Do you find this distracting?"

"Yeah?" Taehyung said, cheeks red as he turned away.

"You can't draw me if you don't look at me, Tae."

Seeing Taehyung so flustered around him gave his ego a small boost, but it also made the elder all the more sweet in his eyes.

Taehyung sat behind his easel, picking up a pencil and twirling it in between his fingers. "Is it weird that I feel bad for looking at you?"

"You're literally paying me to look," Jungkook chuckled as he sat down on his own chair. "And besides, I'm giving you permission. So look at my body and draw me, Tae."

"It's just . . . Now that I know I'm attracted to you, all I can think about is you. Your body. Touching you and -"

"Touching me?" Jungkook interrupted, trying to remain confident but his voice faltering.

Taehyung met his gaze. "What? I never said that."

"Yes, you did. Just now."

They each were silent, waiting for the other to say something to clear the suddenly tense room. Jungkook didn't want to rush anything, but now all he could think about was Taehyung's hands on him. Hands sliding down his back, nails digging into his skin, mouth tasting his -

"Fuck," he whispered, his blood boiling. He needed to get that visualization out of his mind.

"I've never touched anyone before," Taehyung admitted quietly, words so low that Jungkook almost missed them.

He studied the elder intently, waiting to hear what else he had to say. But Taehyung remained quiet.

Should he press? Was that too much? Was it too soon? These questions were eating him alive as the silence continued.

So he resolved on testing the waters and letting Taehyung rebuke him if need be.

Jungkook stood up and found his shirt, wanting to make Taehyung more comfortable in this moment. He approached the elder and knelt down besides his chair.

"You say you've never touched anyone?"

Taehyung swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, before shaking his head.

"Well, I hate to break it to you, but you actually have." He smiled gingerly, trying to put Taehyung at ease. "You hugged me. You kissed me. That qualifies as touching, Tae."

A responding smile began to twist Taehyung's mouth upwards. "Yeah, that's true. But when I'm drawing you, when I'm looking at your abs and your arms and your . . . I can't help but wonder what you feel like."

Taehyung said it so innocently and wasn't trying to be alluring in the least, but fuck was Jungkook starting to get aroused.

"You can touch me if you want," he murmured huskily. Fuck, fuck, fuck. His voice wasn't supposed to be husky. "Whatever you're comfortable with, I'm allowing you to do."

A noticeable inhale sounded from the elder at that. "Are you sure?"

Jungkook nodded, physically unable to produce words.

"Okay," Taehyung decided, rubbing his hands over his thighs. "Just . . . I don't know if this sounds unfair, but . . .  I can't have you touch me."

A little bit of disappointment went through him at that, but he didn't even think of arguing. "I won't."

That seemed to take the elder aback as he incredulously asked, "Aren't you wondering why I don't want you to touch me?"

Jungkook thought back to that bruise and was reminded that there were still many things he didn't know about Taehyung. But again, he wasn't going to push or demand answers.

"Of course, Tae. But you'll tell me when you're ready."

"God, I really like you," Taehyung let out, seemingly on accident as he looked down into his lap.

And if his heart wasn't racing already, it sure was now. "Good, because I really like you, too. Now come feel me up or something."

Jungkook rose to his full height, offering his hand to the elder politely. Taehyung took it and let himself be pulled up.

"Do you want me to take my shirt off?" The younger asked, again letting Taehyung call the shots.

"Please," Taehyung bit out, his tongue darting out to swipe at his bottom lip.

With ease, the shirt was removed and flung somewhere in the room. Now they stood there, eye to eye, one of them dressed and the other half-naked. This whole thing was sexy as hell to Jungkook and he hadn't even felt Taehyung's hands on his bare skin yet.

Taehyung's hands rose, relaxed and slightly curled, before they glided over Jungkook's bare shoulders. The touch started gently - almost like the elder was gauging Jungkook's reaction - as fingers danced over the skin of his arms. Everything was light and barely there, causing goosebumps to prick up on the younger's skin.

Then Taehyung's hands gripped tighter, shifting to his biceps and becoming less cautionary. His thumbs dipped to Jungkook's triceps, rubbing the sensitive inner area. The touch slightly tickled, but the younger didn't dare laugh. He didn't want to disrupt whatever was happening here.

After Jungkook's arms were thoroughly caressed, Taehyung froze right before his hands descended down Jungkook's chest.

"Is this okay?" His voice was gravelly, eyes dark.

"Anything you want, Tae." Jungkook certainly wasn't complaining.

Taehyung bit his lower lip as he roamed down the expanse of the younger's chest. And despite his best attempts to remain quiet, Jungkook failed. He groaned low in his throat.

The sound seemed to trigger something within the elder and he stilled his movements. "Are you alright?"

Jungkook smiled at him encouragingly. "It feels really nice. You're doing a good job, Tae."

A matching smile spread across Taehyung's lips and Jungkook yearned to kiss him. He stared at the elder's mouth as fingers splayed over his pecs, thumbs unintentionally - or intentionally, hell, he didn't know - brushing over his taut nipples. His lips parted at that particular touch.

"Does that feel good, too?" Taehyung questioned earnestly, his words making the younger's stomach clench.

Jungkook sucked in a breath as the elder flicked his thumbs over the tight buds, teasing them once more before dragging lower. Hands now slipped over his ribs, slightly fingering his scar, then went lower to his abs. His muscles contracted and heat pooled right in his core.

Heat was beginning to grow somewhere else as well.

By this point, Jungkook was breathing heavily and tiny moans were filling the space between him and Taehyung.  His heart thudded forcefully and he felt dizzy, dizzy with desire and longing. And as much as he wanted to continue to be touched, he craved something more.

"Can I kiss you?" Jungkook begged, needing some sort of contact with the elder. "I don't have to touch you anywhere else, I promise. I just want to kiss you."

Taehyung's eyes met his and they were all dark and blown out. He took hold of the younger's hands and set them on his hips. "This . . . This is okay."

Jungkook anchored his hands to Taehyung's hips, his fingers curling into the elder’s loose pants. His hips were slim, but slightly rounded and sensual all the same.

"Kook . . ." Taehyung coaxed, calling out for his attention. When he had it, his lips tilted into a smile. "Kiss me."

No other words needed to be said. Jungkook kissed Taehyung with a passion he didn't even know he had. His lips trapped the elder's lower lip within his own, nipping and sucking at the plump flesh. Taehyung moaned and kissed him back hard, moving his mouth in rhythm with Jungkook's. The elder's hands had come up to knot in Jungkook's hair, bringing their chests flush against each other's.

Taehyung froze against him when their chests touched, lips breaking away from Jungkook. With their foreheads touching, they each panted, breaths mingling. The elder inhaled shakey puffs of air, his heart slamming hard against Jungkook's chest. After a moment, just as the younger was considering stepping away, Taehyung seemingly relaxed and leaned back in.

Their mouths opened together, and to the shock of Jungkook, Taehyung slipped his tongue inside. At first, his exploration was light and lingering, tracing Jungkook's tongue with his own. And then it turned molten and hungry, with their tongues swirling around the other's lustfully.

Taehyung pulled at Jungkook's hair, gasping as their hips came into contact. The younger's hands tightened on his body, holding him in place.

"Please don't move," Jungkook grit out against the elder's lips.

Taehyung's hands unknotted from his hair and trailed down to hold Jungkook's neck. His hips also pressed firmer against Jungkook's. "You're hard."

At those blunt - and very accurate - words, Jungkook buried his head in the crook of Taehyung's neck. "Yeah."

All the touches slowly built up Jungkook's arousal, getting him to this point now. He didn't mean for this to happen and he never even thought about this occurring tonight. All he thought was going to happen was a very innocent naked drawing session.

He placed a soft kiss against Taehyung's neck before pulling away. If he just had a few moments to breathe, he'd be okay. If he thought of strangely boring things - like algebra and ceiling fans - his arousal would calm down.

"I'm getting hard, too," Taehyung admitted, sounding almost surprised at the fact.

"Fuck," Jungkook let out, burying his face back against Taehyung's neck. "You can't just say things like that to me, Tae."

A small giggle escaped the elder's mouth, reverberating into Jungkook's ear. "I know, I know. It's just that . . . this sort of experience is new to me. I never wanted anything like this before and I feel like I'm only just discovering things I should've known about."

"There's no set timeline for any of this," Jungkook said, words muffled by Taehyung's skin. "We can go as slow as we need to."

Taehyung nodded, pressing a kiss into Jungkook's hair. "So what do we do now?"

Jungkook let go of Taehyung and gave him the brightest smile he could manage, despite his level of discomfort. "We go back to drawing. Maybe you'll be able to look at me now."

"But what about -?"

"We'll get there, Tae," he answered gently. "I'm not in any rush."

And even though they just disconnected their bodies, Taehyung rushed right back into his arms.

"Thank you, Kookie."

Jungkook lightly rested his arms around Taehyung's neck, taking care to keep their pelvises from touching. "I think you might just be able to draw me now."

"I think so," Taehyung agreed. "But, Kook?"

Jungkook hummed.

"Keep your pants on."

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》 V A L E N W R I T I N G 《

I can't wait to write steamy scenes again.

I'm just gonna leave it at that 😂