[ Sensation ]

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Heart attack for Taehyung. His breath was cut short. Jungkook's orbs were too teasing. Too telling of what was going on and what was going to happen between them. Did the hazel haired want it ? Yes. It was clear. Although he knew that Jungkook was basically his tormentor, that he wasn't just a nice guy. However that was the way Taehyung saw him now. A handsome boy, young, mysterious and interesting. He saw him as a killer too, of course. In everyway. That, Taehyung realized it. The black haired's words echoed through the hazel haired, his heart pounding and panicking.

« Do you want me to make you come ? » Whispered Jungkook.

The literature teacher's eyes were lost. He couldn't. He couldn't stay indifferent. Indifferent to Jungkook's undeniable charm, his irresistible side.

« Jungkook... » Muttered Taehyung. 

« Tell me what you desire. » The black haired whispered.

Taehyung was hot. Taehyung was getting excited. Taehyung could barely control himself. His desires were taking over. It has been so long, since someone had touched him. So long, since he had slept with someone. Four months. The hazel haired was breaking. Jungkook pleasuring him, it was a enticing sight, he had to admit. Shy despite it all, he dared to slightly nod.

« Make me cum. » He had whispered on the tip of his lips.

But Jungkook had perfectly heard it. He didn't miss a word. Taehyung gave his approval. The killer let himself be invaded by this desire he was trying to hold back since quite a long time now. Desire about Taehyung. He desired him.

« I'm gonna make you cum, Taehyung. » He muttered.

On this two seater sofa, Jungkook prefered to keep the hazel haired on top of him. It was pleasant. It was hot, and that's what the black haired wanted. While having the teacher sitting on him, he went to rest his lips against Taehyung's neck. Several kisses, several sweet presses. At the same time he grabbed the hazel haired's long black coat, to make it fall from his shoulder. The cloth fell on the floor. Taehyung wrapped his arms around Jungkook's shoulders, he was now simply wearing a turtleneck, and the killer kept his finger on it to have a free and entire access to his neck.

And Jungkook started the first real fire. Hip thrust againt Taehyung. They were both dressed, Jungkook wearing black jeans as usual as the older was wearing this straight cut pants. He felt the black haired's pelvis brush against his. Immediately Taehyung closed his eyes. He had missed this sensation of feeling wanted. This knot in his tummy, this adrenaline rushing through his veins. Harshly envious. Jungkook was still kissing his throat, and he gave another thrust. At the same time, he pushed his right hand under Taehyung's sweater. His big hand reste on the hazel haired's tummy. As it was cold, the older shivered.

New desire. New movements. Jungkook started hip thrusting against Taehyung's pelvis. Landing right on his manhood. Already stimulated by all this tension, his member was hardening a bit more at each thrust. While the hazel haired was already hard. Too much desire inside him. He couldn't control his body anymore. Jungkook didn't take much time to join him in this excitation state. His manhood was also hard, though they were both trapped under the layer of clothes. The black haired lifted his head towards the teacher. Their eyes met, their hips thrusted against each other. With strength, with will.

« You're already so hard. » Whispered Jungkook.

Cheeks on fire, face on fire, lips parted, Taehyung was breathless. Just by simulating the act, while still being dressed. He was way too frustrated, there was no doubt about it. His arms tightened around the killer's neck, he looked down where their hips met. Without much surprise, he found the younger's manhood quite hard too. The black haired's lips ran over his jaw, warming up a bit more his sensitive skin.

Jungkook didn't stop his hip thrusts on Taehyung. He put more intensity, more fervor. His hard member trapped under two layer of clothes was brushing against the hazel haired's. And the older couldn't resist moving his hips against Jungkook. Tight around the black haired's neck, the teacher's arms kept the killer against him. As he was a bit more elevated than Jungkook, the younger's face was nested against Taehyung's neck. His teeth nibbled the tanned, honey scented skin, and Jungkook kept thrusting against him. Leaving the older more and more out of breath.

« Jungkook... » The hazel haired breathed out.

The latter discreetly smiled. His tongue slid on Taehyung's skin, letting his breath hit the hazel haired's neck, his lips gliding on it. Jungkook could perfectly feel the grip the older had on his hair. Everytime the teacher received a thrust, he pulled on the black hair. The younger kissed his jaw, as Taehyung continued to move his hips against the other's. Now, Jungkook was really hard. Hard as it could be, his manhood was suffocating. The black haired slid his hands down on the hazel haired's ass before grabbing them between his big hands.

« You wanted sex that bad ? » The younger whispered.

He gave the older another destructive roll of hips. Their bulges constantly met. Under their speeding breath, their hips were colliding, had this intimate and incomprehensible contact. The two men didn't try to understand why they were doing that. On the moment, it was all about adrenaline, lust, sexual desire growing, and clear physical attraction. The hazel haired bored his eyes into Jungkook's dark ones, a pleading look lined his face.

« Don't a-ask me this kind of question... » He mumbled.

The killer wasn't really pleasant with this answer. His hands grasped Taehyung's ass, that he enjoyed kneading between his fingers. Immediately, the older dived his face against Jungkook's left cheek. He couldn't face his stare as piercing as a royal eagle.

« Mmh, please... » He muttered.

« What ? » The younger was teasing.

« Keep going... » He said, breathless.

Not sure of what he had heard, the black haired stopped his movements. He stopped his thrusts and his hands. Their chests lifted heavily, their eyes were shining, their lips were dying to devour each other in a wild kiss.

« You were saying ? » A faint smile appeared on Jungkook's smile.

Taehyung hid his head a bit more against the black haired's neck, and from his own initiative, he thrusted his hips towards the younger.

« Please, do me good. » He asked again.

Despite the heat of the action, the two men were still dressed. Jungkook even still had his leather jacket. So he grabbed once again the older's ass, slowly kneading his moons, longly, to enjoy each gesture. He slid his fingers on the curves, without averting his eyes from Taehyung. Because yes, the two men were gauging each other.

« I love your ass. » Jungkook whispered, only sincerity in his voice.

And Taehyung moaned. The black haired was too sexy. He was mishandling him physically, morally. His dark eyes were so intriguing. So captive of will. Jungkook brought his lips to Taehyung's and from the tip of his lips, kissed the hazel haired.  His hands held the teacher before laying him on the couch. They were both animated by a deep desire. Did it really mean something between them ? They didn't know. They didn't want to know. However they understood one thing, they wanted each other.

« We'll have to do quick, it's not my house unfortunately. » Jungkook whispered while getting closer to the hazel haired.

Curious, Taehyung dared to let his hands slid under the black haired's top. He discovered these rock hard abs, muscled sides, this abdomen pleasing to touch. Really good. Oh yes, the hazel haired liked this feeling, on the tip of his fingers.

« Make us both cum. He moaned. At least that. »

An enigmatic smile appeared on Jungkook's lips. Proud maybe, playful, too. But because he was taking too much time, Taehyung wrapped his arms around the black haired's waist to bring him closer to his body, and to feel his manhood against his own. He felt a tongue on his bottom lip but despite his closed eyes, he brought his own out. To feel even more warmth. Even more taste. Taehyung was on the edge. He had no trouble recognizing Jungkook's hands on his black pants. His turtleneck was making him hot, but the two men couldn't forget Jooha, they couldn't stay here too long.

« F-Fuck. » The hazel haired let out, when the killer's palm had pressed against his covered erection.

The professional assassin was enjoying it. The excitation he felt, was coming from his biggest interrogations, and his biggest doubts he had to enlighten but which he didn't have answers for. Just the will. To feel this warmth. To feel Taehyung's body under his. He had barely lowered the teacher's pants on his thighs, to see his white underwear. Stained. Proof of Taehyung's obvious excitation.

« It's already leaking, your dick really need to be taken care of. » While he whispered, his fingers grabbed his manhood. 

Taehyung couldn't handle it anymore. He had let his head fall backwards. The fact that they were dressed sent him uncontrollable shivers. He felt like he was defying a ban. On the day of his twenty-four, the hazel haired was letting himself be touched by Jungkook, initially, his tormentor. Charming young man who was too nice to be hated. This scene happening now, Taehyung had had this desire deep inside his guts.

« You make me languish too much. » The older sighed.

Over this white underwear, Jungkook's hand massaged this stimulated manhood. But his own was hurting. It was too tense, too compacted. So he pulled his black jeans down on his thighs, his grey underwear was literally distorted. And with a way too innocent expression, he flushed his hips against Taehyung's. Naughty friction. Teasing slide. Feline moan. Deep groan.

« A-Ah Jungkook... » Had moaned Taehyung.

Jungkook brought his face over the hazel haired's. His arms framed the older, his hips flushed against the teacher's.

« Already ? » His voice sounded so deep.

« No... Again. » The eager ordered.

Just underwear against underwear, their erections were touching, in a controlled collision, making the literature teacher let out pleasure complaints. His own hands went up Jungkook's back over this thick sweater. He wanted to feel his skin under his fingers. But no, they were dressed. New hips ripple, Taehyung let himself go. For so long, he had not been the source of attraction. The killer's breathing hit his face red with emotion. As his right hand rester on the black haired's nape. Taehyung was also thrusting his hips upwards, as their covered erections met through the layer. 

« Without underwear, now ? » The killer's voice caressed Taehyung's neck.

« Fuck... Oh y-yes, do it again. » He moaned without holding back.

The black haired's lips went up on the hazel haired's face, the fire in the chimney was heating a lot and the room's temperature was now way too high. Their burning bodies didn't help.

« It's good to hear you moan, Taehyung. » He whispered on his lips parted in pleasure.

Jungkook gave another hip thrust, then he went to cross the last step with his right hand. His forefinger slid against Taehyung's flesh column, over the material. When he reached the elastic band, he pushed his finger on the other side. Against the hazel haired's honey skin. And he slid the underwear down. Slowly. In order to see Taehyung's manhood spread in all its carnal splendor. It immediately hit the older's lower abdomen. However, Jungkook didn't pull the entire underwear down. He didn't forget to let go of it against the teacher's balls. He did the same with him, his grey underwear falling on half of his butt.

Carefully, he touched the hazel haired's member with his own. A groan left him, Taehyung bit his lower lip so hard he wasn't far from tearing it. One of the black haired's hand had slid under the teacher's top, the other was resting on the hazel haired's jaw. And he simulated the act. This act of pleasure. This act that was pushing them to touch each other now, to discover each other, to feel each other. Forward then backward, his hips were leading. Manhood against manhood, touching, voice louder. Jungkook's hips were playing a major part in this. He was really going at it, his member touching Taehyung's. This carnal act simulation was making them lose their mind. Sweating, deep in this sensation both sweet and wild. They had the will to look for more.

« Just a simple contact mmh- but i'm hard, fuck. » The black haired whispered to the literature teacher between two groans of pleasure.

« Oh yes, you're so hard... I love it. » He moaned in joy.

Jungkook looked for more. His thrusts were hard, powerful and didn't let any possibility to rest. The positive point, was that Taehyung loved it and he said it himself. So the black haired continued his movements, his hips thrusts, just contact between their two erections. He sped up. Taehyung was only getting louder. Eyes closed, messy hair, he had trouble resisting.

« I-I'm coming, faster... » He demanded.

The black haired obeyed. On this couch, in this house made of woods and lost in the snowy forests, Jungkook provoked the minimum of emotion in Taehyung. Before the hazel haired came, the black haired had had the reflex to pull his sweater up to his pecs. So his cloth won't be stained. About thirty seconds later, it was Jungkook who climaxed. Taehyung's hoarse voice had let go, the killer had bitten the hazel haired's neck to hold back his sounds. He came on the hazel haired's tummy as he had raised his hips a little, his semen mixing with the teacher's. Breathless and disoriented, the two men were waiting to come back to earth. Jungkook had fallen on top of him, their abdomens were touching despite their freshly appeared liquids. The black haired had also thought of pulling his sweater up. Their eyes met, during a dozen of seconds, they were staring.

« Did we fuck up ? » Whispered Taehyung.

Eyes in eyes, the two men assumed their act. Primary passion. Rushed desire. Common agreement and less thinking. The warmth of their abdomens was homogenized, as Jungkook's partially naked thighs were flushed to Taehyung's clothed ones.

« Maybe. » He muttered.

Without thinking, the black haired nested his heat against Taehyung's neck. He breathed the hazel haired's perfume in that he loved way too much. His lips pressed a chaste kiss. His hands were framing the older's head but Jungkook's head was hiding against the hazel haired's throat.

« A concrete answer would be nice. » Taehyung took care to specify.

Sweet and sensual, the killer's curved lips ran on Taehyung's jugular. He went up to his earlobe, his tongue sliding between his lips to lick this sensitive spot.

« I consider it's not a mistake. He breathed low. The way you came made me so hard, it was so exciting. »

The hazel haired's cheeks flushed red with shame. His hands clenched around the black haired's sweater between his still shaking fingers, he closed his eyes.

« Don't talk about it... It's going to get hard again. » He dared to mumble, embarrassed.

A discreet laugh left Jungkook, before he applied a weak pressure of his mouth behind Taehyung's ear. He ended up straightening up, sweater still pulled up on his chest as he still had his and the teacher's come on him. It was the same for the hazel haired. The black haired's jeans was half opened on his hips, leaving his grey underwear visible and his manhood still out above the elastic. It was really something quick. Jungkook ran his right hand in his ebony hair, as the older straightened up too. Both sat on the couch, they stayed in silence.

« I'm thirsty. » Whispered Taehyung.

Intrigued by this a bit too hoarse tone, Jungkook rested his eyes on the literature teacher. His eyes shone with a subtle glow. Quickly, the killer put his manhood back in his underwear so it was no longer revealed with no decency. Taehyung did the same thing. But their stained chest were still there. In a feline way, really obvious, the hazel haired approached Jungkook on all four.

« What are you doing ? » Mumbled the younger.

Taehyung didn't answer. He lowered his shoulders. Then his face. His eyes were now facing the sculpted abs, thanks to sport, of Jungkook. He briefly passed his tongue on his dried lips, and he dared. Lick this semen. With the tip of his rosy tongue. He traced the white liquid. Without wondering, just animated by the want to do that. This most exciting sight was not beneficial for Jungkook. All the more that feeling this pink tongue on his abdomen, gathering the last drops in a too teasing way, so provoking, was synonym of sexual awakening to the black haired. His hand slowly grabbed the latter's hair. He then lifted his head as a drop of semen was beading on the corner of his lip.

« Are you trying to make me hard again ? » His voice sounded threatening but attractive.

Jungkook then brought his hand to the older's tummy. His eyes never leaving this tanned skin, he slid his fingers on the remaining liquid. His forefinger and his middle finger were literally coated with it. Taehyung looked at him. Jungkook looked at him. Succulent eyes, and ardent desire. The hazel haired slightly parted his cherry lips. Then the black haired slid his two fingers on the two flesh crescents, then inside this wet and warm mouth. Without averting his eyes from the killer, the hazel haired licked his fingers. Until there wasn't anything left. Until this shared semen was swallowed by Taehyung. This had been only his own will. Animated by an irresistible need to entirely taste Jungkook.

The killer was so overwhelmed by the power of this action, that he grabbed Taehyung by his neck, bringing him closer. Really close. Then without resisting he kissed the hazel haired. A strong kiss, a rather significant kiss, a sharing kiss. The black haired was trying to make him understand something through this kiss. They didn't engage in a movemented union. It was just, kissing with power. A contact between their reddened lips. The sound of their mouths together, sign of commitement.

« Stop making me break Taehyung. His voice sounded honest. Stop looking at me like that. Stop making me cave in in front of you. » Jungkook was pleading.

Not understanding the meaning of those words, Taehyung mumbled.

« You're the one always charming me. »

« Darkness is consuming my soul, Taehyung. And you, you bring me this distant halo of light. He breathed out, serious. I'm only asking you one thing. Don't make me hope. Don't make me hope of teaching me what this is, the notion of humanism worthy of this name, nor the one of emotional weakness. Who would want a guy like me ? »

On a bitter tone, Jungkook had laughed at this sad reality.

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Chapter 30 ! 

Finally a little smut 😏👀

This smut was SO hard to translate honestly, I hope I did a good job though :( Tell me if there's any mistake or incoherence ♥

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