warning: explicit content. extremely long chapter. (for me anyway lmao) also, it's my 1 yr anniversary this month uwu, this long ass chapter represents my undying love for my followers ilysm guys you inspire me ❤️

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THREE DAYS EARLIER

Taehyung thought that everything was fine.

Really, things seemed to be well under control. Despite how difficult this was, he'd managed to suppress his undeniable obsession with the younger boy. As dangerous as his relationship with Jeongguk seemed to be, and the more it flourished as his bond with his girlfriend progressively deteriorated, Taehyung couldn't help but wonder what the future held in store for them all. What it would bring. Nothing good, he knew that for sure; fate was never on his side, the odds were never in his favour.

But he knew.
He was walking on thin ice, burning like he was addicted to a new found opiate, hung upon desire and lust.

That's what he did to him, Jeongguk was a drug. Jeongguk was a drug and Taehyung was addicted.

He remained conflicted with his roaring thoughts for a solid fortnight, still, he deemed this such little time to sort himself out. And he failed to do exactly that. Before he knew it, he was thinking about him again.

Everything about him.

The afternoon of Lisa's dinner party was about to get out of hand. He was convinced that he'd let Jeongguk do his thing, give him what he wanted; he'd really reassured himself that there'd be no harm- that everything would be okay and nothing would come of it. Every kiss felt like pure bliss. Craving his warmth, starving for the feeling of his small body straddling his own, he needed him to fuel the fire raging in his heart.

If Taehyung hadn't shoved the younger off him in time, he probably would have done some things that he would have instantly regretted.

Jeongguk didn't seem to care, nothing seemed to be hurting his ego lately.

But he'd placed some boundaries in his head. He wouldn't stray over the line. He wouldn't do anything to the teen in return or he knew that he wouldn't be able to forgive himself- it didn't matter if he asked or not. He wouldn't do it. He wouldn't give into temptation.

As hard as it was.

On the Friday evening that things went to shit, Taehyung was busy typing away on his laptop with immense speed, sat in the warm comfort of his office room. He was working late through the night, there being a bunch of paperwork and reports for him to write.

He did not want to be distributed.

But at that very second, his phone began to buzz on the table, the caller ID of 'Lisa.' illuminated his dull, fatigued face as he leaned over to reluctantly pick it up. Just the sight of her name made him internally groan.

"Yeah?" Her asked lowly, his voice echoing in the silence of the room.

"Hey, I know it's late but I need you to pick Jeongguk up from this party. He said he'd be home by one o'clock but it's nearly three so I'm pretty sure he passed out on his friend's couch again, and I need to go to bed, I have to wake up early tomorrow- Mum and Dad are going to kill me-"

"Lisa, I'm busy, this project is going live later tonight and I have so many contracts to sign and I told you not to schedule anything for-" Taehyung tired get hard to defend himself. There was no way that she could spring something like this on her. Especially after she'd given her more than a few weeks notice.

"Oh for fucks sake, Taehyung, you never do anything I ask." She spat down the line. Her patience, again, was extremely short lived and here he was, dealing with her bullshit.

He scoffed."Are you really trying to guilt trip me?" He asked incredulously.

"No, I'm just stating facts."

Taehyung leaned back in his office chair, absently listening to his girlfriend rant at him as she viscously screamed down the phone. He held it at a safe distance from his ear, gaze flickering to the clock on the wall- he didn't want to lose his hearing just yet.

It was more of a one sided argument. More of Lisa being pissed off and Taehyung just sort of listening to her and wondering what he'd done that was so utterly unfair. It was frustrating to the extent that he wanted to scream back, to tell her to just shut up but she wouldn't have that. She'd make him feel like shit about it, one way or another.

He had no choice but to comply.

"Fine. Text me the address." He grumbled, cutting her off mid-sentence as he abruptly ended their extremely short call. She'd said something along the lines of 'What use are you?' and 'Forget it, it was a mistake calling you anyway.' and 'Wait- stop being a twat and just take him home for the love of Christ!' he scoffed as he chucked his phone back onto his table and ran his hands through his hair.

Jesus, he was so busy. He last thing he wanted to so was go to some tacky teenage party and get drunk on cheap booze. (though that did sound rather appealing with all the stress he was currently under.)

There were other reasons of course, maybe Taehyung was too much of a coward. Maybe that's why he'd initially said no.

But the most important reason.

If, by chance he did happen to get drunk.

He wouldn't be able to control himself.

He was afraid of hurting someone.

That someone being... Jeongguk.

Taehyung stood from his chair and turned on his heel to face the wall of glass behind him, gazing out at the world beneath that whirred by in a blur of colour, he watched as the cars raced down the roads, flooded by the dull amber glow of the city street lamps and flickering lights of the skyscrapers, stirring from their deep slumber.

His life was so perfect.

Why did he feel so lost?

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His sat nav brought him to a house that he wasn't familiar with yet not surprised at. A large, modern building, bustling with people, spilling with teenagers in every shape and size. It would be a mess trying to find him here. He parked his car and climbed out, reaching the front doorstep with great caution, stepping over the half-dead bodies and the signature red cups that were scattered across the lawn. Someone was throwing up to his left and a couple were making out on his right.

Typical.

The music coursed through his veins before he even opened the door, an overly amplified thump that Taehyung had grown unaccustomed to over the years. The sound hit him like a truck, resonating through him as soon as he stepped inside. He was guaranteed to get a promising headache in the morning, he thought to himself for a few moments as he took in the sight of the party. No one seemed to notice his arrival, he used this to his advantage, slipping in and out of the shadows. How they hadn't noticed a man in a suit, he had no idea. They were probably too drunk.

Taehyung missed those days.

"Taehyung, right?" A high pitched voice called out from behind him. Who the fuck-

He turned on his foot to face the person that held the voice. A short boy with bright orange hair and crescent eyes smiled up at him. "I'm Jimin!" He piped, handing him a beer- well more so forcing it into his hand that had Taehyung accepting it helplessly.

"I-"

"Jeongguk talks about you all the time!" He sang. Oh dear, why did that make Taehyung's heart pick up it's pace? "All good things, don't worry haha- he's upstairs sulking by the way, probably having one of his moods again, anyway, enjoy the rest of the party Taehyung." Jimin patted his shoulder and turned his hand to walk away somewhere, leaving Taehyung dumbfounded with a beer bottle in his hand.

Dear Lord... how many other of Jeongguk's friends knew his name? And why did it make him smile on the inside to know that the younger wasn't as dismissive as he gave he impression of being.

He made his way past sweaty, grinding bodies and up the stairs to the bedroom nearest to him.

There was a couple fucking on the bed and Taehyung paused for a second with the door open, wondering why they hadn't closed it before the girl screamed and threw a pillow at him and he shut it with the force of two elephants. They probably thought he was a perv (he really wasn't.) The next two rooms were empty and the one at the end of the corridor was locked. There were only two doors to his right.

One was the bathroom.

And the other stood slightly ajar, dark and supposedly empty.

But it wasn't.

There, lying helplessly like a starfish on the bed, a bottle in one hand and gaze transfixed to the ceiling... was Jeongguk Jeon.

"I'm not coming home with you so you can fuck right off, thank you." He said, tone dismissive and bored.

But there was something else there that Taehyung couldn't quite put his finger on. Something in his voice that said 'I'm just saying his because I'm an angsty teen and it's my obligation but please don't leave me the fuck alone or I might cry.'

So Taehyung shut the door behind him and walked towards the other end of the bed, collapsing next to him with a huff. He paused in contemplation before he took an extra long swing from him beer and sighed, staring with Jeongguk.

They lay there for what seemed like an eternity. Neither of them spoke a word. They just graced eachother with their presence and sighed a long sigh. The room was stuffy enough, their warm breath fanned out before them. Jeongguk lay still next to him, a living corpse. He wondered what he was thinking. What went on in his head.

"Are you alright-"

"No."

"Okay." Taehyung managed. He didn't know how to convince a boy with such stagnant perceptions but he'd try his best. He was good at these things, Taehyung was acquainted to consolation and grief management. If only he'd let him speak.

"Nothing you say will make things better." Jeongguk turned to face him, tilting his head.

Taehyung realised that he'd never seen someone so beautiful in his life.

His eyes twinkled softly in the artificial light, frown small and cute. Hair, sleek and dark against his forehead and Taehyung was itching to shift it form his face. He wanted to reach out to touch his cheek, to stroke the soft blush that blossomed like a wildflower beneath his golden skin. To trace his finger down the gentle bridge of his nose, down to his cupid's bow and past his thin red lips. Lipgloss adorned them and they suddenly looked so, so kissable.

"It doesn't matter," he whispered, capturing his gaze. "Perhaps you're right, perhaps I'd be no help whatsoever. But you can talk to me, Jeongguk."

"I don't want you to remember anything I tell you." The boy said stoically, bringing his bottle to his lips again. In fact, the entire room stank of beer, like someone had spilled one across the carpet. It wasn't the carpet though, it was Jeongguk. He was well past wasted.

"Well, what do you want me to-"

"Drink with me." He demanded quietly, looking down at his bottle as he traced his finger over the rim of the glass.

"Jeongguk we have to drive home-"

"I told you, I'm not going home. Not to that shithole." He was fully turned on his back now, arm propping himself up.

"Jeongguk-"

"Please," he cried out feebly. He sounded so desperate. Oh lord, who was Taehyung to say no?

"Jeongguk, I'm a whole other person when I'm drunk this isn't good-"

"Then get high with me." He breathed.

What?

"What?"

Before her knew it, Jeongguk had abruptly sat up and was hastily reaching for the bottom draw of the dressing table beside the bed. From it, he pulled out a small tin box that he pried open carefully with his small fingers. God, he was so dead by the end of this.

Taehyung watched as he took two pre- prepared rolls of parchment between his nimble fingers and the lighter. Why wasn't he saying anything? He should open his mouth and say something but nothing would come out, not that he'd listen anyway but it was his duty to do so as a responsible adult.

He only found himself staring as Jeongguk placed the joint between his thin lips and ignited the tip till it glowed with a soft inferno. He only watched as Jeongguk took a sharp inhale and stared at him dead in the eye.

"Say something, you're scaring me." Jeongguk spoke softly, small tendrils of smoke rising up like dark clouds.

Taehyung watched him carefully. Jeongguk had done this so many times before, so used to things that shouldn't have been exploited in all his youth, shouldn't be talked about let alone doing. Yet here he was, barely seventeen and killing off his life with that joint between his teeth.

He couldn't help but smile.

"I see myself in you." He admitted- he did. He saw himself in Jeongguk as much as he didn't want to. As much as he wanted to shut down his past and carry on, the drunk, wild teenager he had been previously flashed before his eyes.

Before he knew it, he was grabbing the other joint from his hands. Shit, what was he doing?

Jeongguk watched with big doe eyes as Taehyung sat up along with him, as he stared and stared at it before he reluctantly put it between his teeth.

God- he hadn't smoked for years now.

"Tell me off Taehyung," Jeongguk whispered. "Why aren't you telling me off, isn't that what you're supposed to do this is the part that you tell me off and start shouting at me because I'm drunk and getting high and I'm ruining my life-"

Taehyung didn't let him finish the sentence. He simply grabbed Jeongguk's hand that held the lighter and ignited the end of the joint. Jeongguk watched hopelessly as his hand was yanked forward.

When he inhaled, the smoke filled his head, every inch of his skull and he coughed lightly. He'd never been a stoner, he wasn't afraid to admit that but it had been a while and he realised why he hated it. Till he didn't. Till he loved it. Till the feeling began to take him over and he let go.

He let out a deep, low breath, gazing at the smoke that left his mouth in a warm, soothing mist. His mind relaxed, his body relaxed. Everything just... calmed.

He adored it.

"Taehyung?" Jeongguk came into view and Taehyung could have sworn that his lips were even more wet than before.

If Taehyung was a different person drunk, then he didn't know what he was when he was high.

But he let the feeling soak through him, let control him, let it direct him. His mind was empty, a blank space ready to be filled yet he couldn't. It scared him yet it felt like utter bliss.

"Taehyung." Jeongguk repeated.

"Hmm." He mumbled, eyes hooded, probably tearing up. He felt torn, and the thing between his fingers was patching him up.

"Do you ever just want everything to stop?" The younger asked quietly. Taehyung wasn't looking at him. He was looking at the mirror on the other side of the room, at them both, sat so close to eachother. Taehyung wanted to reach out to him, to hold him to take him in his arms and blame it on things that he shouldn't be blaming it on because he had complete control over it. Well, too late.

"All the time." He chuckled. He wasn't lying. He knew exactly what he meant. He meant for all his troubles to end, for someone to have mercy on him. Not necessarily wanting to end it. But for things to end for him.

"I feel so incomplete." Jeongguk sighed, taking another sharp inhale and tilting his head back to let the fog leave his sinful lips. Taehyung watched as it wafted into the air above, watched it disperse into oblivion, watched as the striking greys spread as whorls of colour and out, never to be seen again. Taehyung wished he could do that- wished he could disappear for a while.

Taehyung nodded. He knew that. He really did. Everyday he went on with his life, he was missing something. A missing puzzle piece to the puzzle that was his life. How could he feel this way, despite so privileged?

"I can never appreciate what I have." Taehyung admitted lowly. He didn't think he'd spend his Friday night like this. Spilling out his thoughts to a teenager.

But this boy seemed to understand him more than anyone else had managed. So he didn't stop.

"I just mess up so easily." Jeongguk traced a thin finger over the rip in his jeans, picking at the threads. It was the quietest that the older man had ever seen him.

"I don't do enough with my life." Taehyung replied.

"I don't treat others how I should be treating them." Jeongguk hung his head.

"I accept the love I think I deserve."

"I want something I can't have."

"I want someone I can't have." The older whispered.

They stared at eachother for infinity.

Jeongguk moved closer towards him, shuffling across the bed. He moved so close that his face was inches away from him, he could see every inch of his skin, his soft blushing cheeks, his dark brows, his heavy eyes, his pearl white teeth that he held the joint between.

He leaned closer still. Till their breath merged together and space had no known meaning.

Removing the joint from his lips, he brought his face to Taehyung's own and gently exhaled. Ashes rose is gentle whisps as they clouded his face, his vision, his mind- blurring Jeongguk out of sight till he was engulfed in nothing but dull waves of grey.

When it cleared, he was leaning down towards his neck. Taehyung felt a pair of gentle lips give him a soft, soft kiss.

Jeongguk took the joints from their hands and placed them in the ashtray on the nightstand.

When he came back, Taehyung knew that something was different. This wasn't the cocky, stuck up Jeongguk that he knew.

These were his true colours.

"Jeongguk..." He trailed off as his gaze flickered down. He found his hand coming up to rest on his chest. To feel the warmth of him beneath, his beating heart, in perfect sync with his own. His thoughts rushed through his head like a raging river, too fast to stop, rushing away. They left him with any reluctance that he still possessed.

Taehyung's thumb traced the younger's collarbone, bony beneath his warm skin. Jeongguk's eyes fluttered shut at the feeling as he worked his way up his neck, rubbing soft, soothing circles into him. His eyes darkened, ever so slightly, when Taehyung's hand crept up to gently clasp his neck in his palm. He was so small, so feeble and fragile. One wrong move and he'd shatter like porcelain.

The teens craned his neck back as Taehyung ever-so-lightly tightened his grip. His eyes remained closed, A soft, lewd whimper leaving Jeongguk's mouth.

He removed his grip after a few seconds and replaced his hand on his cheeks, letting the boy regain his breath. The younger panted lightly, his eyes hazy and distant. They were both drunk upon lust. His palm cupped his soft, crimson cheek, the pad of his thumb reaching down to caress his lip, to trace slowly around his mouth. They glistened in the dull glow of the lamp above their lead, suddenly so kissable. Taehyung had the urge to take it between his teeth and bite down. Just to hear him, to watch him moan helplessly beneath him.

"Tae..." Jeongguk breathed.

Taehyung hummed in reply, shifting a stray strand of silky smooth hair out of his face.

"Taehyung.." he whined, his fists bawling up on the sheets. He was such a baby. "Tae-"

"Tell me what you want." Taehyung's gaze darkened as he uttered the words. He needed to know. To know for sure.

Jeongguk opened his mouth to speak but then he shut it again, as though embarrassment had gotten the better of him and the blush on his cheeks deepened still. When it came, it was barely a whisper. And it made Taehyung's heart stop.

"I want you."

His words repeated themselves in his head, he heard them over and over again, taking him more than a few seconds to process what he had said. The meaning behind those words. The way he asked him... begged him, even.

After that, it didn't take long for Taehyung to decide that he was more than willing to give him what he wanted.

"Come here." He growled.

Jeongguk obeyed.

He leaned in till his chest was inches away from the older man's, gaze fixated on his lips. Taehyung gripped his waist tightly and dragged him forward till he was forced to straddle him, till every inch of his skin was in contact with him. Till his cheeks burned from his intense, intimidating stare.

Their lips collided hurriedly, messily, hungrily- so damn sudden that the air in Jeongguk's breath had been knocked from him. His cheeks burned and burned as his mouth grew wet from the taste of Taehyung. The bitterness of the smoke on his tongue mixed with the mellow sweet smell of the alcohol. His heart soared as they moved together in a hasty, heated motion. Every thought was on this. This. What they were doing. And how it could be so perfect? How could Jeongguk be so perfect?

His tongue begged for entrance and Jeongguk complied,opening his mouth further for him, hands frantically weaving their way through his hair as their hot kiss deepened, want and need evident from the groans from them both, the groans that echoed from the depths of their throats.

The older grabbed a fistful of the smaller's hair and pulled him back, observing him and his glistening crimson lips, red and raw. Taehyung attached his lips to his neck, tongue flicking across his honey skin that had the younger shivering, tightening his grip on his shirt. His small fingers pathetically fiddled with his buttons as the older sucked away at him, teeth grazing his sweet spot before Jeongguk let out a low sigh of content and then a sudden yelp when Taehyung bit down on that exact spot.

"A-ah." He cried, craning his head to the side so he could have better access, arousal pooled in the pit of Taehyung's stomach at his soft pants. Taehyung continued marking blossoming purple hues into his skin, continued to ensure that people knew that he was his. All his.

"Pl-please-" Jeongguk whimpered, unable to withhold his self respect. It had long gone. "Please, please, please- oh God I want it so bad-"

Taehyung didn't give him time to finish. He yanked his own shirt over his head, brought his hands forward to rip Jeongguk's buttons open and pulled the younger's off with a jerk; it slipped down his back swiftly off his shoulders before he pushed him onto the bed and loomed over him like a dark shadow.

He was breathtaking.

Sculpted, golden abs, a strong neck, dusty brown nipples and a thin waist that led to his concealed navel. His trousers looked so tight on him.

Without any further warning, he undid Jeongguk's zipper and pulled down his trousers, the younger bucking his hips as they were pried from his thick, glorious thighs.

As Taehyung clambered off the bed and stripped off the rest of his clothes, he watched him hazily, fixed in a trance.

He looked so small.

So... easily broken, dainty. He was sat up with his arms between his bare legs, shyly looking up at him with those sparkling doe eyes of his, his lip bitten, nervous.

Oh Lord, the things Taehyung would do to have him sinfully moaning his name.

Jeongguk moved suddenly, his body craning over the opposite side of the bed, fumbling for something out of sight. He emerged with a small tube in his hand.

Taehyung knew exactly what he wanted.

The older leaned back for a kiss, his hands trailed down to his thighs to caress him, skin remaining warm and untouched, burning under the lingering brush of Taehyung's fingers.

The man sat against the headboard and Jeongguk crawled towards him, pausing momentarily. Taehyung patted his thigh for him, Jeongguk turned and sat between his legs, his back touching his hard chest.

Taehyung brought his hands around his body to cup Jeongguk's in his own, interlocking their fingers as he planted a soft kiss on the nape of his neck, relishing his sweet, heavenly scent. He kissed his cheek, his shoulder his hair. He kissed every inch of him. Worshipped him. Made him his own.

"What's gotten into you Ggukie?" He murmured into his hair. The younger rested his head on the man's shoulder, nuzzling his nose into his neck shyly.

"T-touch me," he begged.

Taehyung chuckled lightly, his deep laugh rumbling in his chest. "Needy aren't we, sweetheart?"

Jeongguk only whined in response. He began to guide Taehyung's hand down his body, past his rock hard abs, down, down, down, sliding closer towards his navel. He placed it on the bulge in his briefs.

"You're so good, you know that?" Taehyung praised him, looking down into his soft, lust-filled eyes. He felt the younger's breath hitch in his throat at the words, at the touch of his long fingers against him as they shifted to touch him. With his other hand, he swirled a gentle finger on his nipple. Jeongguk squirmed at the foreign touch, obviously craving more.

Taehyung gave it to him.

He slipped his fingers into his briefs, humming into his ear as Jeongguk stuttered at the sudden contact, the sudden friction from his cold fingers against his wet, hardened length. Taehyung was hard too, beyond thought.

"T-Taehyung-" he mumbled, voice soft and wavering as Taehyung's hands worked wonders.

"You're such a good boy." He growled down his ear. "Being so polite for me today?" His fingers stroked him gently, slipping slowly, up down, up down. His thumb flicked over his slit, smirking as he felt the precum wet his fingers. Jeongguk only whined, bucking his hips for more.

"Y-yes," he panted, shamelessly watching Taehyung touch him. Touch his pulsing cock that felt so damn hard in his big hand. "S-sir..." He whispered.

It slipped out. It just slipped out so suddenly and Taehyung had never been this hard in his life. He'd never craved something more. Never needed it.

"Slut." He sneered it down his ear, the younger shuddering as the word soaked in. The power it held.

"Only yours- Taehyung- please-"

"Listen to yourself, do you even hear how desperate you sound?" He growled again. His hand wandered to grip his thigh, squeezing tightly till he squirmed and whined, craving more and more.

His movements slowed to a stop.

"Because I want you- please I can't take this, please Sir, please." Jeongguk's eyes were lined in silver. He looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed, eyes glistening with tears. He'd done it. He'd ruined him.

"Alright, sweetheart." Taehyung reassured him. The younger's eyes lit up at them.

"Thank you. God, thank you," he let out a feeble sob, reaching for the bottle on the sheets with great haste.

Without any further delay, he returned to his position, taking his long fingers in his own hands and squirting a generous amount of lube onto them. He spread them about till three of his fingers were covered and closed it, throwing it to the side before he fully removed his boxers and his cock sprang free against his chest, throbbing and pulsating from hot arousal.

He returned to his position between Taehyung's knees, shyly opening his legs for the older man and guiding his hand towards his lower region, eyes boring into his. They held their eye contact till he jumped at the coolness of the liquid on his hands as it touched his inner thigh.

Taehyung teased him, fingers gliding up and down his skin, edging closer and closer to where Jeongguk wanted them to be but then returning to their original place. The younger grew frustrated beyond compare.

Taehyung saw this, he loved seeing him, all wrecked and needy, yearning for his attention. He wanted him like this forever.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the tip of Taehyung's thumb inched towards the apex of his thighs and wandered down, down, down. Till the pad fingered his puckering pink hole and Jeongguk whined, Taehyung smirking complacently.

"Taehyung please- oh" his voice broke as Taehyung gently pushed his long finger inside, chuckling as the boy gasped and gripped the sheets beneath him with immense force.

Another whimper left his small mouth as Taehyung drove it further inside him, past his silky soft walls, hot and tight around him. He took it half way, kissing at his neck as he watched the boy grow accustomed to it, waiting patiently before taking it out and ramming it back inside which had him gasping again.

Jesus, he was so tight. Taehyung's cock twitched.

He leaned forward to nibble at his ear lobe, listening to his breathing, heavy and laboured. He realised he was starving for this. Hungry for his body, every fucking inch of his skin, he'd devour it.

And like so, he set a rhythm, watching the younger bite his lip to stop the sinful moans escaping his mouth. He turned to capture his gaze, Taehyung saw how wrecked he looked. How utterly hot this was.

Jeongguk began to grind against his hand, pushing his body forward for more, more, more. As he came back, his ass rubbed against his cock that still remained tight in his briefs, he tried not to groan at the feeling.

If Jeongguk wanted more, who was he to say no?

He shoved another finger inside him.

Jeongguk let out a feeble cry as his head fell back onto Taehyung's shoulder, eyelashes fluttering shut as lewd pants escaped his lips. He was so ruined. His voice was so high pitched, so feminine and soft and fragile. Wavering at every thrust. His fingers slipped in and out of him, gently at first but as he began to quiet down, Taehyung increased his pace till he was fucking him animalistically with his fingers an he could barely breathe. Barely comprehend anything.

"F-fuck- Taehyung- S-sir please- oh God-" Jeongguk cried helplessly. "Sir, I'm close-" he whimpered against his neck.

Taehyung added yet another finger, stretching him out to the max, there was nothing else that he could do other than hold back his own moans. To breathe. But Jeongguk's continued squirming and hip thrusting put so much friction on his cock, he too was going to tip over the edge. Jeongguk yelled out his name as all three fingers slid inside him, there wasn't any room really, it was so, so damn right and hot and the humid room suffocated their sweaty bodies yet Taehyung continued moving his fingers, despite Jeongguk's weak cries.

"You gonna cum for me and show me how much of a good little whore you are, princess?" The man's voice rumbled down his neck. Deep and sultry. It only took those words to have Jeongguk's thighs trembling.

"Yes-fuck yes!" He screamed.

Loud sobs erupted from his chest as Taehyung gave his fingers one final thrust, tips grazing his prostate, groaning as the younger's eyes rolled to the back of his head and hot, thick pale liquid ejected from his cock, spraying all over his chest.

Taehyung came too, right in his briefs. He placed his head against the nape of Jeongguk's neck and rocked back and forth as pleasure shot down his spine, spreading everywhere across his burning body.

Bliss.

That's what this was.

Holding Jeongguk in his arms, watching him, pleasuring him... was bliss.

He couldn't ask for more.

They lay there for what seemed like forever, breathing ragged and laboured. He liked him so, so much.

"Taehyung?" Jeongguk asked, breath knocked from his lungs.

"Yes Ggukie?" Taehyung stroked his soft, sweaty hair from his glistening forehead, planting a gentle kiss to the area under his ear.

"You make me whole."

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