His Mandatis

Following Orders

Taehyung grabbed him securely and hoisted them up. Jungkook wrapped his arms around his neck and his legs around his hips while he walked straight towards the bedroom. No nerves, no shyness, only electrifying excitement. He had a little smile on his lips as he felt Taehyung's growing bulge rub against him with every step they took until they were beside the bed and Taehyung stopped.

- How would you feel if I tossed you onto the bed? - His low voice a purr in Jungkook's ear as his hands grabbed his waist tighter.

Jungkook's eyes closed with a breathless giggle.

- Do it. - He answered, and the next second Taehyung made him fly, literally. His back hit the bed making him bounce and he laughed, delighted. Once he opened his eyes again, he caught Taehyung smiling greatly at him before turning around and going to turn off the light.

Jungkook closed his eyes and stretched on the wide bed with a smile on his face and a boner in his pants, for then to turn around, chest to the covers. He felt so intoxicated already, his hands flat over the bed covers before closing in fists. He was so turned on, he needed...

Slowly, with his eyes still closed, he felt Taehyung standing at the foot of the bed, staring at him. His grin went wider, and, mischievously, he slid one knee upwards ever so slightly, daringly making himself seem... inviting. He heard a deep intake of breath and then felt the bed moving when Taehyung started to crawl his way up between his legs. Jungkook's breath hitched and he opened his eyes, lifting his head to look in front of him at the pillows illuminated by the moonlight, his heart going a mile an hour as he felt Taehyung's body making its way slowly over his back without touching him. He turned his head to look over his shoulder, and Taehyung was there, looking slowly up his body until their eyes met, and he swallowed. Jungkook bit his lip inside his mouth and folded the other leg as well, opening the way for him. And Taehyung lost his breath as he watched that leg folding itself more open before taking the final step.

His hands were between Jungkook's folded ones, arms straight next to his shoulders, knees touching the back of Jungkook's thighs, and he neared his slightly parted lips to Jungkook's, eyes glued to them. But before he could come in contact with him, Jungkook was a man of his word, and he said he would make him lose it, so he let go of his bottom lip and, with a grin, lowered his own head very slowly, making Taehyung follow him, making him get closer and closer to his body, making him bend his arms. Jungkook went lower and lower until the other side of his face was against the bed, and Taehyung's whole body was against his.

Taehyung sighed, closing his eyes, just a breath away from his lips. Jungkook could feel his clothed, hard boner against his ass. This was the first time they had ever been like this, the first time Jungkook was so open against him, and that brought a feeling in the base of his throat, it was a strangled moan that wanted to get out. ...

How new.

The feeling of him so close, so hard against him, it was teasing, he'd had no idea just how badly he wanted to take him until they were right here, their jeans and underwear in the bloody way. It was driving him nuts, the realization that he wanted him; he wanted him inside.

Uncontrollably, he moved his hips ever so slightly to rub against him, to make him rub against his ass. Taehyung took a sharp intake of breath, and neared his lips to his ear, trailing it downwards until he was breathing against his neck, and then he moved his own hips down, against him. Jungkook's eyes closed, his hands letting go of the bed cover only to grab them hard again, lip between his teeth.

Jungkook knows they won't be able to go all out yet, only because they didn't have the necessary, and that was making him see red because the feeling and sound of Taehyung's hard breathing along with the feeling of his hips moving ever so slightly against him was driving him crazy and he wanted it all.

The next time Jungkook felt Taehyung about to move down again, he moved up with him, pushing them harder against each other.

- Ah... - Taehyung moaned against his neck, right below his ear. - Jungkook... you know we can't... without... -

- I know. - He said slowly, forehead against the bed while a hand of his slid down until his arm was folded by his waist, and he pushed himself harder against Taehyung, undulating his body in a way he never thought possible.

- Oh, God. How can you move like that... - He panted against his neck, and then his hand grabbed his shoulder.

Jungkook shuddered as he slid his other hand up over his own head.

- Animal instinct. - Jungkook said breathlessly, every time he moved his hips, he wasn't only rubbing against Taehyung, he was also rubbing himself against the bed, so he was under double the pleasure and straining to remember his own purpose for tonight. He shuddered again when he heard Taehyung chuckling very near his ear.

- Do it again. - Jungkook grinned, swallowed, and... undulated his hips. - Ohhhh... - Jungkook put his mouth against the bed and moaned low. The irony of the situation: He was losing it. - Again. - Taehyung panted, the hand on his shoulder moving down his back. Jungkook's eyes closed and he used his hands and knees to undulate upwards against him, and then down against the bed.

- Mmm... - He moaned against the bed again, his dick hurting in the restrain of the pants and somehow increasing his pleasure.

Taehyung's hand went lower until he reached the hem of his shirt, at the end of his back, and grabbed it in a fist for then to pull it up. Slowly, as he took his shirt up, Jungkook also slid his hands up over his head on the bed so he could take his shirt off, and then toss it to the floor.

Taehyung grabbed his wrists right where they were over his head, so Jungkook left them there while Taehyung's hands went down his arms, down his biceps, and to his shoulders where he squeezed. Jungkook lifted himself by his elbows slightly, his forehead against the bed leaving the nape of his neck more exposed. Taehyung leaned in and kissed it, and, as he kissed slowly, his hand went up to his hair where he tangled his fingers thru for then to grab a fist full by the roots and pull. That felt so good that Jungkook felt no pain whatsoever as he lifted his head slowly, only pleasure rushing through him. The kisses made their way to the side of his neck as his head was pulled towards the other side gently.

- You're driving me crazy. - Taehyung muttered against his neck, their hips moving against each other.

Jungkook chuckled breathlessly, his eyes closed as he felt Taehyung's other hand slide around him and up towards his neck.

- Really? I've been crazy this whole time. - Taehyung chuckled, his lips against his neck as the hand on his hair let go and was placed on the bed, while the other grabbed his neck, bringing him closer. - Tell me, - He turned his head to one side and Taehyung leaned up, their lips brushing. - do you feel yourself losing it? -

Taehyung's hips stopped.

- Yes. - He growled and then kissed him fiercely.

Taehyung went all out, his hand grabbing Jungkook's neck as he devoured his mouth and his hips went harder against him. Jungkook moaned and whimpered in the kiss as his own groin rubbed against the bed as hard as Taehyung was rubbing against him. He had to remember what he wanted to do, but, in this situation where Taehyung was completely over him, imprisoning him on the bed and rendering him powerless the more he pleasured him, Jungkook was wrestling with himself, going back and forth between just letting him do whatever he wanted, and taking over the control. His mind went back and forth just like his hips, so that not only his body was under pleasure, his mind was as well.

But the vision of Taehyung powerless under him was too invigorating to ignore.

He took a hold of Taehyung's hand on his neck and pulled it, placing it on the bed as he disconnected their lips and looked forward towards the pillows. With half-closed eyes, gasping for air and grinning mischievously as he heard Taehyung trying to regain his own breath, he slowly pulled up, straightening his arms and taking Taehyung with him until they were both seated on the heels of their feet while still being connected by their hips.

Taehyung took a hold of his waist and Jungkook took his hands. He was looking forward, only focusing on the feeling as he bit his bottom lip, and slowly moved Taehyung's hands, sliding them over his own skin, over his abs, until one was against the middle of his chest and the other was on his lower abdomen. He loved the feeling of Taehyung's hands on himself, it made him feel much more than arousal, it made him feel beautiful, desirable, irresistible, it made him feel sexy.

He turned his head to the side and heard Taehyung panting before he got nearer to him again, trying to kiss, but Jungkook stopped him by ever so slightly moving his head away, and, once he was put, Jungkook neared his lips again and spoke low.

- Will you do everything I say? -

Taehyung lost his breath and his hands pushed them tighter together.

- Yes. - His husky voice was low, arousing to the ear.

Jungkook took a deep breath and then told him.

- Take all your clothes off. And then lay down. - He purred, completely aroused at what he had planned. Taehyung exhaled hard and kissed his shoulder.

- What about yours? -

- Mh? - Jungkook inquired with an incredulous eyebrow raised and a grin. - You just said you would do everything I said. - He reminded him, still purring. Looking over his shoulder like this felt really good actually, really powerful. Taehyung chuckled breathlessly.

- Yes, yes, sorry. - He whispered hastily. - It's just... - He broke off but otherwise wouldn't move to do what he told him to, so Jungkook clicked his tongue.

- You'll do whatever you want once I'm done with you, alright? - He felt Taehyung grinning against his shoulder.

- Alright. - And right after that agreement, he gently detached himself from Jungkook and then stood up.

Jungkook looked unseeingly at the pillows again, his ears focused on the sound of clothes being pulled off and tossed to the floor while his own fingertips traced his collarbones. He was completely submerged in desire, and he felt so sensual, it was a delicious feeling that made him feel more than good in his own body, it made him feel perfect.

Taehyung, completely naked, crawled his way beside Jungkook and then laid himself down, staring at him.

Perfect. Taehyung was completely perfect, not a single flaw, every line, every mole, every tiny little scar, the color and texture of his skin, his scent, perfection, he was pure perfection, and it was all to Jungkook and Jungkook alone, only for his hands, eyes, tongue, it was all for him. Bon appetit.

Jungkook made his way over to him and placed his hands and knees at either side of his hips, no contact yet. And he leaned his head down, closer to his face to stare at his desirous eyes very closely

- I got rules for you. - Taehyung grinned and nodded. - First, hands off. You can't touch me. - His grin disappeared just as fast as it came and Jungkook giggled. - And second, - For this one he leaned down to his ear and whispered. - you can't cum until I tell you to. -

- Mh... - His head tilted back against the bed, half-closed eyes never leaving his. - Oh, no. - He looked down at himself for a moment and Jungkook followed his gaze.

He was so hard it almost looked painful, veins popping out, head all red, a drop of precum glistening on the tip. Jungkook swallowed, his hands almost balling into fists against the bed, and then he felt Taehyung's head falling back against the bed so he looked back up at him. He was biting his lip with his eyebrows up in the middle, begging.

- "Everything I say" Tae. - He reminded him as his index finger got closer and traced his collarbone.

Taehyung took a sharp intake of breath and, with his hands at either side of his head, balled them into fists grabbing the covers.

- Alright. - He said, dreading, with a little smile on his lips.

Jungkook's index went slowly down the middle of his chest along with his eyes, watching how the strong chest of his lover moved up and down, trying to regain his breath while losing it at the prospect of what would happen next. He felt so powerful having this strong tall man at his mercy, it was exhilarating. And, while his index traced his abs, he asked.

- I'm curious about something. - He looked up and a second later so did Taehyung. He was panting. - Can men keep it in? I mean like, even if I keep going... - He looked down then, at his finger tracing up and down below his stomach beside his erect shaft. - Even if I don't let go of you, would you be able to not cum? - Honest curiosity.

Taehyung swallowed, his eyes closing for a moment as his head tilted back.

- It's... It's hard but–... Yes, I can, but–... -

- You can? - He grinned, and then his fingertip touched the tip of Taehyung's dick and traced slowly down, feeling how it twitched, feeling its heat, watching Taehyung close his eyes, unable to exhale as his head was tilted back.

- Ahhh.... - He breathed again then. - Yes I can but... but it'll be painful. Couldn't I...? I mean, you do know I can cum more than once, right? And... And you know I like that better so... I.... Please? Ah! -

Jungkook grabbed his dick by the base. It was palpitating, heartbeat going a mile an hour, and from the head fell a little drop.

He bit his lip before answering.

- Let me have my fun, and then you'll have yours, ok? - His fist moved up torturously slow.

Taehyung's body jolted, his legs twitched, his fist moved the bed covers, and his mouth opened in a strangled moan. Then, Jungkook let go. The second that happened, it was like a string was cut off and Taehyung's body relaxed as he gasped for air and his arms went over his eyes, and, while he regained his breath for a second, Jungkook's hand caressed his way up his torso and to his chest. But it stopped right when he heard Taehyung chuckling. Slowly, Taehyung lowered his arms and let them fall at either side of him again, he was indeed grinning malevolently, making Jungkook feel like delicious prey.

- Fine, have fun. As you said, I'm gonna have my turn later. -

Jungkook didn't know whether to laugh or not.

- Oh no. - He chuckled a little hysterically and out of breath at the prospect.

- Go ahead, then. Do your worst. -

Jungkook couldn't resist it then. With a grin, he leaned down and kissed him hard. Taehyung tried to grab his face but Jungkook was faster and pinned his hands against the bed again. Then, slowly kissed down his chin to his neck, hearing him panting. Continuing to kiss down his collarbone, he moved down his chest, his knees positioned in between Taehyung's legs to go lower as his hands let go of his wrists to hold himself up with one hand and trace down his torso with the other. And he kissed down his abs until he reached the tip of his dick.

Jungkook swallowed as he saw it so near, and then, without waiting any longer, he placed his lips over it and made his way down, kissing the shaft. His hands held Taehyung's hips against the bed while his ears were blessed by the sound of his voice drowning in pleasure. He kissed and licked and loved it, he absolutely loved it. He licked down his balls and sucked them, hearing how Taehyung must've put something over his mouth to muffle his moans and feeling the bed moving as he twitched. Jungkook let go and kissed his way up the shaft again, letting him breathe for a moment before he swallowed him whole.

- ¡Ah--Mmmm... - His back arched and his legs shook, managing to muffle his moan just in time.

Jungkook opened his eyes to look up as his head bobbed up and down, up and down, feeling him in and out, watching him lose it, and he saw both of Taehyung's hands tight over his mouth.

What a sight, what an incredible, beautiful sight. Jungkook opened his own legs wider against the bed and rubbed himself against it. It was unbearable. He was so hard, it was painful. He wanted to whine with the need to touch himself, with the need to cum. Taehyung was driving him insane with need and he rubbed and rubbed hard against the bed but it wasn't enough in the slightest, so, in his frustration, he started sucking harder and going faster.

He grabbed the base of Taehyung's cock to keep it in place and then placed his lips right beneath the head where he started to suck and lick with the tip of his tongue. One of Taehyung's hands hit down hard on the bed in his own frustration because he couldn't cum without Jungkook's permission. But still, his hips moved on their own, trying to create more friction. His hand grabbed hard on the covers while the other was still tight over his mouth. And his stifled moans got higher as Jungkook's fist moved up and down fast while he sucked hard beneath the tip.

Taehyung was shaking with the exertion of keeping it in; shaking in agonizing, torturous pleasure.

Jungkook finally let go. He let go altogether, placing his hands over the bed at either side of Taehyung as he leaned up to witness. Taehyung's body was jolting, in and then out arching his back. His hands holding on for dear life, one over his mouth, the other holding the covers that now were ruffled. His legs were still shaking and his eyes were closed shut. His dick was red halfway, not only on the tip, and it was glistening all the way.

Jungkook wanted it inside, he wanted to see Taehyung losing his mind by the pleasure his body was giving him, he wanted to feel him closer, the closest there could be.

Right when Taehyung let go of his mouth, Jungkook placed his knees at either side of him again and leaned in to kiss him once, for then to hover right there over him.

Taehyung was shaking slightly, even his breathing shook.

- Please, please, let me cum, please, I need to cum, please... - He begged under his breath, just as shakily. His hands grabbed hard on the bed covers. Slowly, softly, Jungkook grabbed the head with three fingers, the thumb beneath the head, the index right on the tip, and the middle finger beneath that one. - Oh God... - Taehyung grew very still, his eyes closing, eyebrows pulling up in the middle.

And Jungkook wanted to cum badly.

This was as much torture for him as it was for Taehyung. Delicious torture.

His fingers started to move very softly over the tip. Taehyung lost every and any strength he had, he went limp over the bed, his body moving slightly and uncontrollably, back arching softly, head tilting back, legs folding and unfolding, breathing still shaky and sometimes jolting. Taehyung was under, completely, and utterly under. Jungkook saw this as an opportunity, as he saw him in utter pleasure, whining and moaning shakily with his eyes closed, so he neared his lips to his ear.

- You want to cum? - He taunted him a little bit in a sensual voice. Taehyung shook worse than ever for a moment.

- Yes, yes, please... - He whispered under his breath, begging.

Jungkook bit his lip and his fingers traced down the shaft. Taehyung's body jolted, arching his back for a moment as he whimpered with clenched teeth.

- What would you like to do to me once I let you cum? - Taehyung moaned and slowly opened his eyes, but Jungkook shook his head. - No no, don't think about it, just fantasize. What would you like to do? - He asked again, his fingers moving up and down. Taehyung closed his eyes again and frowned, his hips moving up against his hand.

- I want... -

Jungkook got his ear closer to him.

- Yes? - He wanted to hear him say it, he wanted to hear him talking freely about everything he wanted. He wanted to hear him say it.

- I-I want... -

- Say it, Tae. Tell me what you want. -

Taehyung took some time to answer, some agonizing, shaky breaths that were pulling Jungkook closer and closer to the edge until finally, he spoke.

- I want to fuck you. - He said with clenched teeth. Jungkook's body jolted once at the electric current that hit him with those words, his hand holding Taehyung's cock suddenly, moving up and down just as slowly but not as softly anymore. - Ahh... -

- You want to fuck me? - He wanted to hear it again, it had sounded even better than he dreamed, hearing him talking like this was such a massive turn-on for him. - Say it again. Say it. -

Taehyung's hips moved against his fist as he moaned with clenched teeth.

- I want to fuck you... so hard. You have... no idea... -

Jungkook moaned, making Taehyung's head roll back, and then his fist moved a little faster. Taehyung's mouth opened in a shuddering gasp and then his hips started to move faster with it.

- You want me to sit on it, hm? -

- Yes... - Taehyung nearly begged, his eyebrows going up in the middle, his mouth opening wide with strangled moans and whimpers as his hands slid down at either side of his hips so he could pound harder against Jungkook's fist.

Jungkook moaned again.

- You want to hear how good you make me feel? -

- Oh, God, yeah, yeah... - Jungkook tightened his fist and heard delightfully how Taehyung moaned higher right against his ear. - Let me–... Let me–... Please... - Oh how hot it was to hear him like this, begging, shuddering, stifling his whines, screwing up his face with the painful need to cum, to release. Jungkook tightened his fist and moved it fast, up and down, faster than Taehyung's unstoppable hips, making Taehyung so mad with need that he placed his hands on Jungkook's back, nails bared. - Please... I need to cum. Please let me cum... please. - He begged with clenched teeth. Jungkook gave a kiss to his ear and placed his other hand over his mouth, thumb to his chin.

- Cum. - That was all it took.

Taehyung screamed in his hand, eyes closing tightly shut, neck straining, nails trailing down Jungkook's back as he cummed hard and aggressively, jolting and shaking all over. Jungkook kept on pumping up and down, slower each time but never ceasing. Until Taehyung, still shaking and not at all finished with his orgasm, took his wrists and pushed him back, seating them both up, Jungkook on his lap with his hands being tightly grabbed.

Jungkook only had one second to take a gasp in surprise when the next Taehyung was kissing him hard as he pinned his hands to his back, arms straight, wrists held with just one hand of his while the other grabbed his chin.

- My turn. - He growled.

- Yes, please. - Jungkook grinned breathlessly. He loved having full control and also loved when Taehyung had full control. He wins no matter what.

Taehyung chuckled darkly and grabbed his waist hard for then to toss him onto the bed beside him. Jungkook giggled.

- So bad you can't fuck me now, right? -

Taehyung growled as he took off his pants and underwear so hard even his socks slipped out. And, after he left them on the floor, he leaped over to him, knees at either side of him, and pinned him down by the wrists again.

- Once I can, you'll regret ever teasing me. - And, as if he were a puppet, Taehyung lifted his wrist over his head and made him turn his whole body around so his chest was against the bed. Jungkook moaned against the covers and then turned his head.

- I will never regret it. - He promised, honestly and breathlessly as his hands were grabbed over his head with one of Taehyung's. The latter growled as his other hand went down his back and then grabbed his ass tightly, making him arch his back and lift his ass to feel more of it, and he felt his thumb nearing his entrance only to open up the view a little better.

Jungkook's face heated up, but, just as fast, he was whimpering against the covers when he heard Taehyung growling so near his ear.

- I really want to fuck you so bad. To make love to you... - He muttered against his shoulder and then started kissing it. Jungkook held the covers tightly, and his breathing stopped when he felt Taehyung's hard member rubbing slightly against his ass. - But for now... I'll do something just as good. - Jungkook heard him mutter and then felt him letting go of his wrists. - Don't move them from there. -

Jungkook nodded, eyes glued to the covers but seeing nothing, only focused on Taehyung and how he trailed his kisses slowly down his back and placed his knees in between his legs. He had somewhat of an idea about what Taehyung wanted to do, and he was buzzing with curiosity but otherwise unmoving aside from his heaving chest.

He could feel Taehyung's hot breath in the middle of his back. Then, felt his hands trailing down, grabbing and squeezing his ass for a moment before continuing to the back of his thighs and pushing them open even more. His kisses went down and down, down the small of his back and to one of his ass cheeks until Jungkook's breathing stopped.

His body went tense and his hands held onto the bed sheets even tighter. Quickly, he forced himself to relax, focusing on breathing and enjoying the moment; enjoying Taehyung's kisses and the feeling of his hands on him.

Quite abruptly, Taehyung licked his entrance and Jungkook jolted. His eyes widened, and his breathing stopped once more. And he licked again, and again, and again.

Jungkook gasped and shook, his eyes closing as his forehead fell onto the bed. It was even better than he thought, his legs shook slightly as wave after wave of pleasure took him even deeper, but nothing compared to when Taehyung really started to use his tongue.

- Oh, God, oh, ohhhh... - His back arched over and over again. He never thought that part of himself could be so utterly sensitive. It was almost as sensitive as the tip of his dick, and Taehyung was sucking and licking and grabbing his ass tightly to push himself ever closer. - Mhhh... mhhh... -

He was full-on moaning against the covers, he felt so stimulated he swore he could cum untouched. But he was not being left untouched, his dick was rubbing against the bed every time his body jolted or Taehyung pushed himself closer, moving them both. And it wasn't only the physical stimulation the one that was taking him closer to the edge, it was also the knowledge that Taehyung was completely enjoying himself with this, moaning against him, eating him up like he was his favorite meal.

Oh, how good it is to be desired.

His sensitive levels mounted and he started to whine against the covers, needing more. Slowly he slid a hand downwards and then grabbed his own dick, finally giving himself what he needed. What Taehyung was doing to him was really good, crazy good, but it always stayed there, on the edge, and he was desperate to cum, he just wanted to cum, this pleasure was painful.

But then, Taehyung stopped everything he was doing, grabbed him by the shoulders, and straightened him up, pushing his back hard against his chest and grabbing his wrists to then pin them against Jungkook's chest.

- What do you think you're doing? - Taehyung's husky voice sang right against his ear making a shiver run down his spine.

Jungkook let his head fall back against his shoulder to purr right against his ear.

- I want more. - Taehyung exhaled deeply, his lips connecting with Jungkook's shoulder. - I need more, Tae, please, give me more. - Taehyung moaned very low and his hips started to move against him, his dick rubbing against his ass, teasing his entrance. - Mhhh... Taehyung... - Jungkook moaned at the mental stimulation of such a moment and started to move against him as well.

- Mh? You want to cum, my Angel? - Taehyung muttered a little teasingly against his neck, and Jungkook whined.

- Yes. Please. - Taehyung chuckled darkly, grabbed his wrists right there against his chest with one hand, and lowered his other hand slowly over his torso, avoiding the healing bruise and down, making Jungkook shiver with his eyes closed.

- You can't cum just yet. - Taehyung whispered in his ear, and Jungkook whined again.

Next second, Taehyung had grabbed the base of his dick in a tight fist, making him gasp, and his hips buckled. Jungkook closed his eyes and tried to breathe evenly, but when Taehyung started to move his fist up, a moan interrupted his breathing. The fist went up very slowly, and oh it felt so good. His eyes rolled back a little as his eyebrows went up in the middle and his head rolled to the side so his forehead was against Taehyung's neck.

But Taehyung then let go too soon for Jungkook's liking and it made him whine a little. Taehyung grabbed his wrists and gently placed Jungkook's hands over his thighs. Jungkook left them there without complaint. And then Taehyung placed the palms of his hands over his chest and, as he exhaled deeply, his hands went south, touching most of Jungkook's torso, kissing his shoulder with teeth and tongue in a hungry sort of way, making Jungkook grab hard on his thighs as his skin heated up impossibly so. They were both starting to sweat a little, and that just made everything even more arousing.

Jungkook began to kiss Taehyung's neck, tasting him on his tongue, breathing him in, feeling him all over his skin, seeing nothing with his eyes closed, and then hearing his own voice being strangled as his whole body stopped moving.

Taehyung had grabbed his dick with both hands, so marvelously so that, without even moving once, Jungkook moaned with his lips against the skin right below Taheyung's ear, making the latter shudder for a moment.

Up his hands went, not so tight, not so loose, just perfectly. Jungkook straightened his head with a gasp, his eyes opening halfway to look down at what was been done to his body. And the sight was dizzying.

Down the hands went and Jungkook's body jolted inwards, his hips going forward making Taehyung's fists move faster down until his hands were completely engulfing his dick again. Jungkook moaned, eyes closing and body going weakly back against Taehyung's chest. That's when the fists started to move steadily up and down, up and down, making his dick feel like it was going in and out of someplace warm and slightly slippery, making his mind completely foggy and his eyes roll back along with his head.

- Do you like it? - Taehyung asked, voice filled with arousal, breathing stuttering as his hips moved against Jungkook's ass over and over again.

Jungkook's head rolled to the side to press his lips against his neck and moaned.

- Oh God, this feels so good... - Jungkook's hips moved as well, forwards against the fists and backward against Taehyung, a constant flow of never-ceasing pleasure. - More... - Jungkook panted, and Taehyung complied on his terms.

He let go of Jungkook, but he didn't even give him time to whine before he turned him around, making his back hit the ruffled bed covers with a surprised little gasp. Next second, Taehyung was between his legs over him and kissing him fiercely.

Jungkook took the back of his head and pulled at his hair while bringing him closer, then his hands went around him to his back and tried to push him down so that their chests could be tight against each other, but instead, Taehyung let go of his lips and kissed down his chest hurriedly, eagerly.

Jungkook's hands went over his own head to grab a pillow in tight fists, both in arousal and as a precaution because he knew what was coming. And indeed it came to be, but even better: Taehyung had taken his dick in his mouth in just one movement of his head.

Jungkook's back arched as his legs folded and, as fast as he could, he placed the pillow over his face to moan. But, just as fast, Taehyung left his dick and straightened up to take the pillow off his face. Then, without another word, he went between his legs again and took him in one more time.

This time, Jungkook placed his hand over his mouth, understanding that Taehyung wanted to see his face. And Taehyung sucked hard and deep, one hand going up towards his nipple and the other holding down his pelvis.

Jungkook felt it coming, he felt the deep desire to cum growing and expanding all over his body, making him unable to control himself. He felt that tingling, numbing, sensation on his legs, he felt that weakness that came with unbelievable pleasure. He looked down at Taehyung, grabbed his hair, and looked at him, at those cat-like, dark, shining eyes as he saw him moving up to then release the tip of his dick and just lick under the head.

Jungkook cummed very hard, his body jolting when climax hit him like a wall, head going back and hitting the pillows, eyes rolling, legs twitching, it was a miracle that his hand was still over his mouth considering how the rest of his body had gone limp aside from the occasional jolting accompanied by a high moan muffled by said miraculous hand. The second Taehyung let go of his dick, his body tensed in a final jolt and finally, he went limp against the covers, his hand falling from his mouth beside his head, his eyes closed and he panted for air.

His head was swimming in a thick fog of nothing but pleasure and happiness. It was blissful and it felt so relaxing and tiring that he could fall asleep. But then Taehyung kissed him sweetly on the cheek, and his heart swelled to double the size, making him smile lazily and turn his head to kiss him just as sweetly on the lips.

He loved him so much, so much he could... he could... haaaa... he couldn't think right now. In his mind, there was only Taehyung, and Taehyung, and Taehyung...

He wrapped his heavy arms around his neck and felt him leaning back just enough.

- I love you... - They both whispered at the same time, and then chuckled, looking at the other's eyes like there could be no other wonder in this world as magnificent as the man they had in front.

Suddenly, Jungkook blinked, and it was like the haziness was ebbing away very slowly.

Taehyung realized, of course.

- What is it? - He asked silently, not wanting to disturb their little bubble.

Jungkook sighed.

- Nothing, just my senses reconnecting to my surroundings. - He whispered back as his hand started brushing Taehyung's hair. Taehyung blinked too, looked to the side as though he suddenly could hear again, and chuckled incredulously, shaking his head. And then he let himself fall beside Jungkook on the bed and looked at the ceiling with a silly little smile on his lips.

It started raining and neither had realized.

- You are... perfect. - He said just as honestly as if he was saying "I love you" or "thank you", and Jungkook -who had followed him with his eyes- giggled, his stomach fluttering, and he leaned in just enough so he could leave a kiss on Taehyung's shoulder.

- We're perfect for each other. -

- I won't argue with that. - Taehyung chuckled and turned his head to look at him. His eyes were shining... and slowly, his smile faded away. - I don't want to see the clock. - He said with a desperate air as he held his breath. Jungkook turned to the side and held his cheek with one hand.

He knew what was happening now, it was happening to himself as well. The unbelievably strong attachment stitched their hearts together and made it painful to walk away. He could feel it, he could sense the pain of it as he stared at Taehyung's soul through his eyes. He also didn't want to see the clock, to be reminded that he had to go out of here with a stern face even if he felt happy, to be reminded of the family he had or the friends he was currently lying to. He didn't want to go back... to his life. He wanted to stay here, with him. He could be in a room with one hundred people and it would be the same as being alone if Taehyung wasn't there.

- Let's remember that we'll see tomorrow. - Jungkook said softly, not only to Taehyung but to himself as well. Taehyung took a deep breath and turned to the side as well, with one hand he held Jungkook's, and with the other, he held his waist. - And also remember that you'll see your kids tomorrow. - Jungkook tried to cheer him up with an excited little smile, and it worked somewhat. He half grinned.

- I wished you could be there, to see them. - He sighed. - But there's a plan we must follow, isn't it? - He didn't say it in a bored tone, it was just... sad.

Jungkook got a little bit closer and took a deep breath to whisper as softly as a feather close to his tender lips.

- In a world of despair, there's little to bear, one ray of sun can burn you deeply while a drop of rain might catch you unaware, but hear this now, for this is my prayer, in this world of despair, there's nothing I want more than to see you smile, my dear. -

Taehyung took a deep breath as he closed his eyes and a little smile tugged at the corner of his lips, then he looked at Jungkook again with half-closed eyes filled with endearment, and leaned in just enough to brush the tips of their noses together.

- One million people could never outshine you, for your heart glows brighter than the stars, that's why I always orbit around you, you are my center, my life, my star. -

Jungkook smiled as well, his heart beating hard in his chest as a lump formed in the base of his throat. But he left it right there. There's no reason for tears, happy or otherwise.

He swallowed, and he was going to say something comforting to Taehyung, to make him feel a little better about their parting, to remind him how they'll be together the whole of tomorrow's afternoon, but then he suddenly remembered, like a cold rush of wind, how they will have to act distant as long as they were outside, no matter where, no matter how. Outside, they will have to maintain the proper distance between men, they couldn't hold hands, they couldn't stare at each other for too long, they couldn't smile endearingly because the other couldn't act sweetly, they couldn't be themselves, and they couldn't be together.

And he couldn't be brave for him.

Jungkook hugged him tightly around the neck, making Taehyung place his back against the bed once more. And they hugged tightly, not a word being exchanged, and no need for it. They knew what the other was feeling, what the other might be thinking, and what the other desperately wanted right now. They both wanted to stay together, and they knew they couldn't.

They were in the kitchen now, the small of Jungkook's back was against the counter while Taehyung hugged him tightly around the waist and swayed them softly from side to side.

They had silently helped each other stand up from the bed and, without a word but always loving, holding, and sometimes kissing, they showered together and then organized the living room and the bed. Now, Jungkook was wearing his clean clothes from the day before and Taehyung was wearing his dark blue suit, but neither wanted to let go.

Jungkook sighed and leaned back to look at him.

- Could we be... happy? for a second? - The glowing clock on the oven behind Taehyung was maddening. Jungkook knew he had only fifteen minutes left, and he hated the reminder of it. Taehyung gave him a little smile.

- I am happy. I'm always happy with you. -

- However, you're concentrating on what's to come instead of what is, so you're not entirely happy, are you? -

Taehyung's smile wavered, and it became a sad little smile as he looked down, ashamed.

- Sorry. My feelings are all over the place these days, I... can't control them as much anymore. -

Jungkook frowned, saddened by that. This has taken a toll on them both, not only Jungkook was the one suffering from overwhelming feelings, but Taehyung had also been living ten years of darkness and suddenly there came the sun. Of course, it's blinding and scary to see colors that you've never seen before and feel the warmth over previously cold skin. It's too much to fake a straight face.

- Hey, - Jungkook lifted his face gently with two fingers under his chin. - Don't apologize. I understand. - Then he smiled softly.

Taehyung sighed, leaned in, and kissed him softly.

- Ok. - He leaned back as Jungkook folded his hands behind his neck. - So, let's be happy. - He then looked off, thinking. - Alright, well... Wait, will you come here or will we meet somewhere? - Tomorrow afternoon.

Jungkook thought as well.

- You said your car would arrive today, right? -

- Yes, that's partially why she called me this afternoon, it's already in the parking lot. - Jungkook had an idea then.

- Give me your phone number, that way we can–

- I don't think that's a good idea. - Taehyung cut him with a grimace, and Jungkook frowned, confused.

- Why not? -

- Because... - It seemed as though it pained him to say it, which only increased Jungkook's frown. - Because she can see everything that happens on my phone. - He averted his eyes, his hands letting go of Jungkook's waist to hold the counter on either side of him.

- Could you please elaborate on that? - Jungkook said very slowly, a little bit on edge. Taehyung closed his eyes for a moment, but, when he opened them, he still wouldn't look at Jungkook.

- She has two phones, one is hers, and the other is a copy of mine. Everything I do happens on that phone at the same time. It was so she knew my schedule and my meetings so she could... - He just trailed away, completely unpleased by what he was saying.

But not as unpleased, or angry, as Jungkook was. How... dare she.

- So, she knew where you were, who you talked to, and what you said to them at all times? - His voice had an edge to it, but he was really trying to suppress his loathing.

Taehyung grimaced.

- When she first came up with the idea, I didn't care at all, because I had nothing to hide, no place to go to, and no reasons to do anything out of the ordinary. And it just went on for ten years. I hated it sometimes when it felt like a leash, I couldn't change my plans out of a sudden, I always had to tell her first, and I couldn't just have a moment to myself and sit on a bench without her calling me to tell me I wasn't where I was supposed to be. - He exhaled deeply, closing his eyes and when he opened them again he looked at Jungkook with a deep frown. - You know, there are a lot of things that were normal for me one week ago, and now they aren't. Now I'm realizing how utterly insignificant I actually am in my own house, and I'm supposed to be a father and a husband as well as a Professor. I'm a joke. - He gave a weak, bitter laugh.

Jungkook leaped up to hug him tight around the neck.

- Shut up. - He pleaded. - You're not a joke, you're not insignificant, you're everything to me, you mean the world to your kids, you're an amazing teacher, and she's the one who's doing things the wrong way, not you. Do you hear me? Do you understand what I'm saying? Her actions don't define who you are, you do. - Jungkook felt Taehyung's breathing stopping for a second. Then, he was hugging back as tightly as he could.

When someone knocked on the door.

Jungkook got startled away from the hug, his arms going tight against his own chest, heartbeat galloping as he looked at the closed door with wide eyes.

At this hour? No one who wouldn't suspect Jungkook from still being there would've come here. Taehyung thought the same as he leaned back and looked between Jungkook and the door. Then, swiftly, he turned on the light of the dining room, and Jungkook grabbed his bag, putting it over his shoulders, getting ready for the worst.

Taehyung looked back at him to assess his state, and took one step closer just to give him one last kiss on the lips, and then his forehead, for then to walk towards the door while Jungkook rounded the kitchen counter towards the dining room to make it seem as though he had just left it when Taehyung opened the door.

- Taehyung, good evening. -

- Mr. O'Connor. - Taehyung said, relieved.

Jungkook smiled and walked closer to the door then.

- I just came to-- Oh, Jungkook, my boy, how are you? -

Jungkook got closer with a wide smile as Taehyung walked back to turn on the rest of the lights. His honestly worried gray eyes were a comfort to Jungkook.

- I feel way better, thank you. - He stood right beside the open door, still inside the apartment, while Oliver stayed respectfully outside.

- Are you really? Don't keep it all bottled up inside, Jungkook. If you need anybody to talk to, you have us. - He motioned to Taehyung behind him and himself. - You also have Poppy, in the hospital wing. Anything you need, my boy. You're not alone. - He whispered the last part with a smile, almost like a little secret.

Jungkook chuckled and folded his arms around his middle.

- Thank you, Mr. O'Connor. - He would like to tell him much more than that, but he didn't really know how to talk to this wise grown man. Somewhere inside him, he fears saying the wrong thing.

- Oliver, Jungkook, you can call me Oliver. - Oliver reminded him.

- Yes, Oliver, sorry. - He bowed his head a little, slightly panicky, wanting to act the right way. He noticed he had stayed silent for a second and Jungkook looked back up, but Oliver wasn't looking at him, he was looking to his right, somewhere beyond the corridor, with a very stern look indeed. But right when Jungkook was about to ask what was wrong, Oliver spoke to whatever he was looking at.

- You'll do more bad than good, just keep walking. - At those words, Taehyung hastily rounded Jungkook to put himself in between the door and him and leaned outside to look who Oliver was frowning at.

- Oh, fuck off. - Taehyung immediately cussed, startling Jungkook a little in surprise, and fear, because he knew there could only be one person they would react this way towards.

- You know, I'm really starting to think you're not the best kind of person to teach respect. -

That voice... Why? Why why why why no, please, no. Jungkook's breathing stopped in his throat, and even if he tried to force himself, he couldn't. He feared making any loud noises. His body froze, it was a disgusting kind of stillness, he felt trapped inside his own body as he looked unseeingly at the floor and hugged himself tightly around his middle.

The open door was hiding him from view as well as Taehyung's frame now that he had placed himself in between.

- You know, I really don't think you're one to talk about who's the best kind of person to be teaching. - Taehyung answered, bitterly.

- Is the kid still here? - Asked that man in a drooling voice.

- He's no kid, Alexander. - Answered Oliver, a note of anger in his tone.

- And it is none of your business to know whether he is or isn't in my apartment. - Added Taehyung. But next time Evans talked, his voice had an edge to it.

- I think it's everyone's business because I noticed that this afternoon you went out of here to the meeting, but he never left. For the whole day, he stayed here, showered in comforts that no other student has, and taking advantage of a place we teachers have to work hard to attain and maintain. I'm sure he didn't even go to class, and he doesn't even seem to care just how worried his friends might be, considering how he stayed here till the last second. Don't you fools realize you're making a mistake? At this rate, he'll never grow up if he's just handed over everything he wants. -

Taehyung sighed, very deeply, and then started.

- I hope this is the last time I'll have to explain myself. Evans, I will never take any kind of advice from you, I do not trust you, I do not like you, and I most certainly do not share your point of view in regards to how a new generation must be molded. Now, in the matter of my student, he stayed here to regain full health that, if you'd forgotten, went back downhill when you suddenly showed up flanked by his friends that he didn't want to see in this state. -

- You showed up here again? Alexander... -

- Back off, Oliver. You both really want to see me as the villain, don't you? I'm only trying to help. He needs to get stronger or else the real world will destroy him. - He clicked his tongue in frustration when Taehyung sighed. - Jungkook, answer, can you hear me? -

- Hey! You can't just--

- ...yes. - Jungkook got startled by the sound of his own voice coming out of his mouth. He sounded as frightened as he was. But that voice...

- Alexander, stop it, you're not helping anybody by being aggressive. - Oliver said hurriedly.

- Mr. O'Connor, I know you're quite the pacifist, so I know you won't understand my motives. Jungkook--

- Say one more thing and I'll punch you in the fucking throat. - Taehyung talked through clenched teeth.

Jungkook was frozen, shaking all over, he could feel a chilling cold on the nape of his neck and a disgusting feeling clinging to his skin.

- ... Jungkook, stop him. - Immediately, right after Evans gave his command, Taehyung took a step toward him. But that was all he could do. Jungkook had grabbed his arm with a surprisingly tight hold.

Jungkook looked down at his own hands in bewilderment, he knew they were his hands but... he knew he had placed them there but... he knew he had moved to stop Taehyung but... Why?

The disgusting feeling on his skin was cold and clammy, unbearable and uncomfortable. Dirty, he felt dirty, he felt disgusting, he was disgusted with himself, he was confused with himself, he was... he was... it was too much, too many thoughts, or were they? Was he thinking? Was he breathing? Was he... Where was he?

- What is the meaning of this? - He could hear Taehyung's anxious voice, but distantly. He could only concentrate on his own hands and the exertion he was putting into grabbing him in place.

- Good to know he still follows orders. - His voice was clearer. Evans' was clearer to hear even if he was the farthest away.

- Alexander, tell me... have you met Jungkook before? - Oliver's voice was also distant, almost muffled. He could hear, but not really understand. A dull feeling was taking over, a numbness fueled by the desire to stop feeling disgusted.

- Of course, I have, he's my best friend's son. I went to his house countless times and spent time with all of them, including Jungkook. He's been horribly disrespectful since I can remember, and I knew him since he was born. - A silence followed this statement because Taehyung had grown very still in a matter of a millisecond.

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