Saltu Fidei

Leap of Faith

As what he implied sunk in on Taehyung, the latter hugged him tighter to himself. Like a little kid trying to hide away in the comfort of his teddy bear. Jungkook let him, of course; needing the feel of him as close as he could get to remain focused on who he was right now.

Slowly, Jungkook turned around in his hold until he was holding Taehying's face with his cold hands. The latter kept on hugging him tight by his waist and only looked up when Jungkook softly nudged him to do so. Yes... he was terribly tired. The outer corner of his eyes and mouth were looking downwards and the shadows of a restless night appeared to be deeper after all his energy had been drained in a matter of minutes.

But Jungkook had to ask him something.

He almost grimaced in guilt as he took a breath, but tried to ask him anyway.

- That... That man on the phone--

Taehyung turned his face to the side, averting his eyes and making Jungkook's hands let go of his face. This time, Jungkook did grimace a bit. But he placed his hands on each side of his neck and tried again.

- Did you feel like you knew him or--

- Why--... Why are you asking me about these people? - Taehyung closed his eyes as his hold on Jungkook turned tense.

- No, I just... - He swallowed. - I just want to know if you remembered a place like--

- !I--... - Jungkook jumped a bit, but Taheyung held him tighter, hiding away in his neck once more as he rapidly started muttering. - I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scream, I didn't mean to scare you. -

Slowly Jungkook wrapped his arms around his neck, still feeling the chill that had run down his spine at his sudden outburst. But Taehyung gave him a soft kiss on the neck and muttered again,

- Please, let's not talk about this. -

Jungkook would've let it drop if it hadn't been for the sound of another booming lightning hitting the ground not too far from them. So he opened his mouth as he pushed Taehyung back a little to see him better.

- I feel like we do need to talk about this. -

- I feel like we don't. -

- Why not? - Jungkook lifted his chin, a bit in defiance for some reason.

- Because the whole subject freaks me out. - Taehyung nodded as his eyebrows rose, trying to leave it clear. And Jungkook nodded too.

- Yes, it freaks me out too. And it feels like it's too far-fetched and made up and delusional, but whether we like it or not, it's still happening. - He raised his shoulders and then let them drop. But Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows.

- If you're so accepting of this, why did you look so scared when they got here? -

Jungkook bristled a bit.

- I wasn't scared of them, I was scared about what the sight of them and the news they brought would cause on you. I was planning on telling you about them tomorrow but then here they come, declaring that they know me and you have no idea... It was just all so--... It caught me off guard, that's all. -

Taehyung nodded as if he got it.

- You were afraid of me. -

Nope, he didn't get it.

- Jesus... - Jungkook rolled his eyes but he tried again. - I was scared of what their presence might do to you. -

- Did you just roll your eyes at me? -

Jungkook looked back up at him and found that the corner of his mouth was lifted in a grin.

He shook his head in disbelief.

- Tell me the truth, how do you feel right now? - He wasn't particularly worried by this quick change in attitude, he was more curious than anything. But there was also longing; he wanted to get rid of this heaviness that came with the lightning and simply laugh and love.

Taehyung took in a deep breath and, as he exhaled, he plunged in and hid in his neck, hugging him tightly. And answered.

- I'm angry that they got in and stopped what was supposed to be the best night of our lives, I'm angry about what happened the night before, I'm scared of how my kids are, I'm angry that Daphne wouldn't be staying with them, I'm scared of confronting her about it, I'm angry that I have to choose between you or them just like I had to choose between them or my family, I'm scared of your father, I'm angry at your father, I'm angry that he has people following me around, I'm angry that those people brought him good enough news for him to think we could be friends, I'm scared of what your family has done to you, I'm scared I might be so preoccupied with so many things that I'll do my job wrong and I'll have to leave you to go to another job, I'm angry that I didn't have a goodnight sleep, I'm angry that your father came here this morning, I'm still sad for not being able to tell my parents about what I cooked for you, I'm sad I'm not able to tell them about you, I'm sad I can't see my kids, I'm sad, I'm angry, I'm scared, I'm anxious, and I think I'm simply losing grasp by this point. I feel like I have to explode or else I might actually break. -

No tears were needed, only the fact that he had to regain his breath was enough to tell Jungkook he was indeed on the edge of breaking point.

Both of them needed a release, a break from all these problems and the seriousness surrounding them.

Jungkook hugged him just as tightly and left a kiss on his neck before whispering in his ear.

- Do you want to finish the wine with me? -

They've already drunk one glass each, which would be enough to get anyone a bit looser. They only need one more glass to get legally drunk and the bottle they have is made to serve five glasses which means they would drink quite a full glass each, fuller than was enough to get legally drunk.

Taehyung knew this, of course. Jungkook knew he knew this, he knew both had to wake up early the next day but he also knew they needed the release by doing a reckless thing. So, he swallowed the moment he heard Taehyung whispering against his ear,

- Alright. -

Softly, they let go of each other and walked with intertwined fingers around the bookshelf and onto the living room where Taehyung left Jungkook to sit on the sofa as he went to get what they needed. Jungkook, meanwhile, looked sideways out the window, scrutinizing the rain with his stare, blaming it for being the bringer of darkness into their night; into their lives. He used to like the night and the rain, but now he wasn't so sure after what Hoseok had told him. Yet he also found there was a difference between the atmosphere when Yoongi had turned on all the lights and right now, moments after Taehyung had turned them all off again.

It was less tense with the lights off.

Taehyung got back with the bottle and their two glasses which he then placed over the coffee table, so Jungkook pushed himself forwards until he was sitting down on the floor. Taehyung sat down next to him and passed him his full glass of wine right after he had served the both of them.

- A toast, - Jungkook lifted his glass a little bit as he spoke directly to him. Taehyung turned to look as he lifted his glass as well, a grin playing by the corners of his mouth. They hadn't said any words before, but he found they needed them now. - Today we celebrate a week of getting to know ourselves as we got to know each other, we celebrate having found self-love as we fell in love, and, most importantly, we celebrate the start of a union that will continue for the rest of our lives. -

Taehyung's grin gently turned into his usual loving smile as Jungkook reminded him of just the things that they should always remember.

As they stared deeply into each other's eyes, they clicked their glasses and drank the first sip of it. For a moment, Taehyung looked down at the dark liquid and Jungkook could've sworn he saw the flicker of a frown on his forehead, however, when he looked back up, there was nothing to be worried about.

- They say the first week tells how the first year will be. -

- And then the first year tells how the rest will go by. - Jungkook nodded, hoping with all his might that these were just made-up stories without any actual footing because... what a year will it be if it'll be just like this first week.

As Jungkook saw him drinking another sip, he took one himself. But then, when he lowered his glass and saw Taehyung taking another gulp, he remembered.

Jungkook's body stilled and tensed over. Then, when Taheying lowered his glass, at last, he looked from his half-grin to his tired eyes and then down to the glass of wine. Somehow something wasn't making much sense. But he hoped it wouldn't be what he thought it was.

- How do you feel about drinking like this after what you told me before? - About how Daphne seems to like to purposely give him "one more glass" always before they went back to their house.

The guilt was starting to eat at him for having asked him to drink. But why was that cup here in the first place?

Taehyung shook his head and looked back up at him.

- I'm fine. -

Jungkook gave him a little sad smile and took a deep breath. Maybe he was overthinking it, maybe Taehyung just wanted to be fun-drunk with him, as he once said.

Maybe they could have a drink with nothing to worry about.

He drank another sip and Taehyung took a long one again. Then he turned sideways a bit more to lean against the couch as he sat facing Jungkook.

- Do you have more drunk stories aside from the Spanish wine at your house? -

Jungkook chuckled, earning a wider smile from him as he remembered the fiasco of that night and the day after. Truthfully, he could've been intoxicated by the amount of alcohol he took that night and possibly died without anyone else noticing given how they were at their dinner party downstairs, but Taehyung didn't need to know that.

- Another one...? - Jungkook muttered as he thought and also turned in his seat to face him a bit more. - Not really. I never got that drunk again because Emily and Leo wouldn't let me do anything dangerous and, after that day, my parents would lock up all the alcohol every time they got a party at the house, so... - He shrugged and they took another sip. - Don't you have any stories? -

- Aside from the ones I told you earlier, not really. - About Daphne and how she would make him take off her jewelry and stuff.

As they took another sip, Jungkook frowned, shaking his head.

- Does she really make you take off her jewelry? - He said in disbelief.

Taehyung chuckled lazily as he closed his eyes and turned his head sideways to rest it over the couch to then make a face of mocked agony. Jungkook laughed with him and got closer, placing his legs over Taehyung's until his feet rested on the other side of him.

Taehyung looked down at the glass and swirled the liquid, fewer than Jungkook's, with one movement of his wrist as he placed his other hand over Jungkook's knee. And sighed.

- Let's see if I remember all of it. - He said confidently with a smile. But Jungkook's grin faltered and yet Taehyung smiled as if not being able to remember something due to alcohol wasn't a real trauma of his. - So, she would make me have another glass and we would get back to the house. -

Well... if Taehyung was trying to downplay it for the sake of being able to talk about it then the least he could do was let him talk.

- Who drove? - Jungkook asked.

- We have a personal driver. -

- Oooo fancy. - He tried to make a joke and they did chuckle, but Jungkook had to take another sip. And once Taehyung realized his movements, he mimicked them and then continued.

- We would get to the house and... go upstairs? No... Yes-- Well, sometimes we would go upstairs immediately, others we would stay in the living room for a while. - As he took another pause to take one more sip, another troubling thought came to him.

- Had she never tried to... you know...? - Get him to bed.

A tremor ran down Taehyung's spine and his eyes cleared up for a moment as he swallowed his wine. His eyebrows furrowed in fear and the hand he had rested over Jungkook's knee had gone rigid.

So, she had. And he hadn't given her permission before she gave him "one more glass", and if he does remember everything that happens the day after, how would that make him feel? Apparently, it made him wish he wasn't able to remember.

Instead of answering, Taehyung took another sip, and Jungkook, his guilt growing as their glasses emptied, did the same.

Jungkook's was still half full, but Taehyung's was half of that.

- So, you would go upstairs. - Jungkook tried to gloss over what just happened. He had no idea why he was going on with their more than unpleasant conversation but he didn't have any more ideas. He didn't know if Taehyung was grateful or not but he nodded and pushed himself a bit closer to him, sliding his tense hand a bit up his knee.

- Yes, and she would... - He shook his head and exhaled deeply. - I was like her servant, you know? Like the servants that princesses used to have and they would help them take their clothes on and off. So, yeah. She would just sit down on her vanity and I would undo her hair, take off her make-up, take off her jewelry, her shoes, her dress, put her nightgown on, and tuck her in once she was in the bed. She would even ask me to give her a goodnight kiss on her forehead. - He shrugged and took another sip as if he hadn't just said she asked him to undress her for bed.

Jungkook simply drank with him, trying to be as nonchalantly with the situation as Taehyung was trying to be, but it was simply awful. The most horrible part was that Jungkook could see her reasoning for doing what she does. It made sense in the fact that she was a hard-working woman who was always in control and whom everyone expects to be pristine and perfect all the time, so she seeks in her husband the release she needs. To be undone by someone else and then put back together without her having to move a finger. Yes, it made sense, but it was also messed up. Because she knows he doesn't like her but she needs it so she finds ways to make him be the puppet she wants regardless of how he feels.

The more Jungkook thought about it, the worse he felt.

- But enough about that. - Taehyung frowned and looked back up at him. - I wanna talk about you. - His eyes were foggy again as he solely concentrated on the present; on him.

Jungkook smiled a bit. In the back of his head, he couldn't stop thinking about how the general happenings of their lives have been so awful that they had barely anything pleasant to talk about regarding their past. But he tried to focus just like Taehyung was trying to, even if his limbs were starting to feel looser as the wine slowly settled in him.

- What do you want to know? - He asked with half a grin.

Taehyung thought for a while, tilting his head and making his soft hair fall a bit by his side. The sight made Jungkook's heart skip a beat pleasantly; distracting him for a second. The thought of Taehyung with longer hair... not too long but long enough to fasten his hair up with a band, somehow appealed to him greatly. With gentle fingers, he reached and tangled them thru Taehyung's hair, brushing it back and resting his elbow on the seat of the couch. Taehyung smiled softly at the feeling of it, his eyes closing by a fraction.

As Taehyung's eyes looked into his own, his soft smile started to fade. Jungkook knew why, he could see the replaying of it all happening behind those beautiful eyes. So he asked,

- Do you really want to drink and push it all for later, or do you want to talk about what happened? -

- I don't want to talk about what happened. - Taehyung muttered back, his shoulders slumping, and turning his head down he pouted his lips.

That's when Jungkook saw it... Was he already drunk?

Jungkook frowned a bit.

- Tae. - Taehyung lifted his head, raising his eyebrows in question. He looked so much like a puppy, all... vulnerable. There was but a knuckle's length of wine left in this glass. - Do you think you get drunk easily? -

If they're measuring their cups by the supposed amount it should be filled, then they had drunk two glasses of wine in less than an hour, and the remainder he had served was one more.

..."one more glass"... Does that mean that... if Taehyung drinks what's left...

Taehyung blinked, a bit surprised by his question. But Jungkook could see the differences, the way his shoulders slumped, his eyes widened, and the hand he had placed over his knee lifted to grab his own glass with two hands.

- No, I don't... - Taehyung shook his head as he thought of his answer, frowning a bit. - I mean... drunk, no, I don't--I never... But if, I mean... ummm... - His frown deepened and he turned his head again to look at him. - How can some know if they get drunk easily? -

They don't, it's other people who realize it. And take advantage of it.

- I don't think you should finish that glass. - Jungkook said gently, as calmly as he could so as to not alarm him in any way as he left his own glass on the table. But Taehyung kept on frowning.

- Why? Did I do something? -

- No, my love, you've done nothing wrong. - Jungkook reassured him even though his heart ached. How could it be that his tolerance for alcohol was so low? - Pass me your glass. - He said gently, extending a hand.

But Taehyung looked down at the liquid, then up again.

- But why? I can finish it. -

- I know you can, but I don't want you to. -

- You... - A giggle escaped Taehyung. - You think I'm drunk already? - As he kept on chuckling in surprise, he shook his head at him.

He absolutely was. Not all the way drunk, but Jungkook was sure he was right on the edge of losing his better judgment.

- I don't want you to finish that drink. - He put his foot down, saying it as clearly as necessary.

Taehyung's laughter stopped at once, and slowly, his eyebrows pulled together in a frown. A confused frown.

- You don't want me to. - Assessing, testing if he had heard correctly because... he had never heard anybody telling him to stop drinking.

- I don't want you to. You know why? - Taehyung's eyebrows pulled up, his eyes big and bright. - Because I love you, and we can have fun without drinking any wine. I don't even know why I asked you to drink with me. I'm sorry, my love. - As gently as he could, he held his face with both hands as the glass stayed in their midst.

Taehyung looked off and down at the glass and Jungkook could do nothing but ask himself if Darkness had been the one at fault for all of Taehyung's misfortunes; it was only fitting, if Darkness attacked everything that was pure and innocently bright.

As his mind bounced back towards Darkness in every new thought he had, he found himself wishing-- no, longing to be able to stop the wretched thing. If only because he knew Taehyung would always be its target.

- If you asked me to drink with you before... why don't you let me finish it now?- Taehyung's low voice chilled him as fast as the lightning hit the ground outside. Surprisingly, he was dubious.

Jungkook had already answered him, but he tried again. Simpler this time.

- I just remembered you told me you don't like to drink. -

Taehyung shrugged one shoulder.

- No, I don't. -

- Then why are you so persistent in drinking? I told you we could--

- Let me see if I understand. - Taehyung leaned back, freeing his face from Jungkook's hands to speak while his eyes looked out the window. - You told me you wanted to finish the bottle with me, I said yes, then we started drinking like nothing was wrong, and it was only when I spoke of what Daphne makes me do that you suddenly feel like you're doing the same thing she was, right? -

- No. - Jungkook shook his head. - It was because I remembered you told me you don't like to drink and... - But Taehyung suddenly looked straight at his eyes and he sighed. - Tae... We already drank enough. And I don't think you have that much tolerance for alcohol. This was supposed to be a good night, remember? -

Taehyung reached out a worried hand towards his leg once more. But his other hand still held the glass.

Jungkook softly lifted his own hand and carefully held the glass beneath Taehyung's hold. A hold he wouldn't budge.

- You said this was a toast. - Taehyung's voice was so little. Fragile. - It's bad manners if I don't finish it. -

- You said you didn't like drinking. -

- I don't. -

- Then let go. -

- I can't. -

Jungkook lifted his other hand and gently caressed Taehyung's face with his thumb.

- Yes, you can. Neither of us needs to be drunk to have fun. -

- But they said they like me better after a glass or two. - His breathing had become shallow, a bit faster. As if he was afraid he might start crying.

- I'm not them, Tae. - Whoever those fuckers were. - I do love you the way you are. -

- ...you don't like me after a glass or two? - His sad eyes darted down at the glass they were both holding and he clicked his tongue. Sounding genuinely disappointed.

And that's when the thought came to Jungkook as harshly as the rain against the windows, making him frown as he looked from Taehyung to the glass and towards the table at the wine bottle they had been emptying.

It appears his suspicions were right. Taehyung had bought a bottle for this specific night so he would do everything he, Jungkook, told him to do.

- Was this your plan all along? - Jungkook looked back at him, but Taehyung wouldn't lift his head.

- I thought... Well... people always seem to like me better after... And this was a very important moment so I didn't want to mess it up by getting... nervous or... doing something you wouldn't want me to... Since I follow orders better when I'm... - Taehyung had been so nervous about messing up this moment that he would go all the way to getting himself drunk only so he would be sure that he would do everything Jungkook tells him to do. Even if Taehyung generally does that already.

Jungkook felt sadness fill his chest.

And anger fired up in him.

In a rush of adrenaline fired up by a new lightning strike, he took Taehyung's beautiful face and kissed him full in the mouth. Catching him so off guard that his grip on the glass let go enough for Jungkook to take it fully, and, once it was in his secure grasp, he leaned away from the kiss to place that glass with cursed liquid over the coffee table.

Taehyung looked disoriented for the briefest second before Jungkook took him in on another fiery kiss. He heard Taehyung's little moan, perhaps it was confusion mixed with pleasure, but Jungkook didn't give him any time to argue before he hoisted himself on his lap. Only then did he stop the kiss, allowing them to breathe for a second, but even then, he wouldn't lean too far from him.

Jungkook held the sides of his neck gently but securely, and it was the fact that Taehyung hadn't placed his hands upon him which made him whisper, brushing their lips together,

- Who am I, Taehyung? -

His beloved lost a breath scented with nothing but dark wine.

- Jungkook. -

- Who is kissing you right now? -

- You. -

- My name, Taehyung. -

- Jungkook, you're Jungkook. - Taehyung's breath quickened as his hands held onto his waist at last. Held onto him to keep himself from shattering.

- What did I tell you this afternoon in the meadow? -

Taehyung took in a deep breath and, as he gently let it out, his shoulders relaxed and his head tilted to the side, ready to surrender his lips to him.

- You're in love with me. -

Gently, Jungkook pulled back just enough to look him straight in the eyes. His chest eased at the sight of a sparkle, and that's when he smiled gently.

- And you're in love with me. Love, Taehyung. This is Love, not a party, and I am Jungkook, not that woman. Remember my Love. Remember. -

Taehyung nodded, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and the remainder served wonders for his lover's wounds. Gently this time, Jungkook leaned in and kissed him softly and slowly, feeling his warmth, the wetness of his tongue, tasting the wine, and when he leaned back to tilt his head to the other side, he caught the tear sliding down from Taehyung's eye before kissing him again.

This was the first time Taehyung had been loved like this and Jungkook knew it, he could feel it in his chest as he felt the pounding of his heart against his own. The other moments they've been together had all been special in their own unique way, but this is the first time Taehyung will be facing one of his own demons. He had never felt loved when alcohol was in his system, so even if this was Jungkook, he had his guard up. But it was the fact that his very soul knew that Jungkook loved him more than anyone he had ever met, his mind was thinking for the very first time "I can be loved instead of used".

Jungkook made sure he felt it in every touch he gave. He pushed himself tightly against him, held his face gently but securely as he kissed him deeply, and once he heard him moan, was when he leaned back. He held his face and looked closely at his foggy eyes one last time before sliding off his lap and standing up.

Taehyung looked up at him, expectantly awaiting an "order". Jungkook saw himself in that exact gesture and immediately knew what to do.

He reached out his hands.

Once Taehyung understood, he stretched his own upwards and took them so he could help him stand up.

Then, Jungkook realized he was right. The moment Taehyung was fully standing, his body inclined to one side. He caught himself before he fell as he placed his feet securely and bent his knees a little. But once he looked up at Jungkook, he was so ashamed that he looked away again.

Jungkook took a step and kissed his cheek gently. Then, holding his hands securely, he started walking backward, guiding Taehyung to the bed. And once they reached it, Jungkook made him lay down in the middle of it.

Since their feet were already bare, he crawled his way over and sat on Taehyung's lap to then lean down and lay on his chest for a second. Placing his ear against his chest, he could hear his heart hammering and feel the reverberations on his cheek. For a second, he thought that it'd perhaps be better if they stopped it there so he could calm down, but then Taehyung placed a hand on his waist and another under his thigh, and he knew it would only hurt him if he refused him now.

It would help him, maybe even heal him, if he showed him absolute love and adoration thru and thru, and since he knew there was technically nothing wrong with his health, then he reached up with his lips and kissed his jaw.

Soft kisses were laid upon Taehyung's sensitive neck and he sighed, letting his shoulders relax at last. Jungkook went up and kissed his ear; up the tip, down the curve, and down to the earlobe where he sucked but didn't bite. He placed a hand over his chest to feel the rhythm within and the rising and falling as he breathed kicker. Then, Jungkook tilted his head to the other side of his neck and he knew his hair had brushed Taehyung's lips because the latter reached down and kissed the crown of his head. But it was when Jungkook started sucking on one particular part, that flames started rising between them.

Pleased, Jungkook heard his lover lose a moan as he felt the hand, previously on his waist, reaching up to his head where he then tangled his fingers thru and tugged a little. Once he realized he shouldn't keep sucking there or else the mark would be too noticeable, Jungkook made his way down one kiss at a time. He reached the collar of his white t-shirt and, as he sucked and licked his exposed collarbones, his hands slid down Taehyung's perfect torso to then hook his thumbs at the edge of the fabric and pull it up slowly, feeling his body as he went. Taehyung was panting by now and had barely any mind left to move his own hands, but Jugnkook knew it was because of the wine. So he, placing his forehead on Taehyung's upper chest to hold himself up, reached and grabbed Taehyung's hands to place them on either side of his head, over the pillow.

For a moment, he gently intertwined their fingers and then, just as gently, let go to slide his hands down his forearms and upper arms, to his shoulders, and down his chest to stop them right on the middle of his abdomen. Without asking him to take off his shirt, he simply went from his collarbones, over the rolled-up shirt, and then placed his lips on the middle of his chest to continue his way down.

He worshiped every curve of muscle as he kissed and licked, getting high on the feeling, taste, smell, and sound of him. Placing his forehead against his upper abdomen, he could feel his warmth and the rapid rising and falling of his chest as he panted. Carefully, Jungkook placed his knees from the sides of his hips to between his legs and gently pressed himself down against him once more.

At the feeling of Taehyung's hardness against his chest, Jungkook sighed deeply, eyes closed or deeply fogged with pleasure as he continued kissing his beloved's skin, holding his waist with one hand while the other slid up his body to feel his heart. It was beating wildly. For a moment, he allowed himself to look up at him and his eyes caught a sight that made his core burn up with desire.

Taehyung was completely relaxed as pleasure ran through his body. What a sight. He laid there, his arms folded at either side of his head, hands unmoving in loose fists, legs partially open to give him space, his chest rose and fell and he panted through a half-opened mouth, and his eyes were closed as his head looked to the side. There was not a single worry in his features, only peace, and relaxation. He was enjoying himself because he knew he was being taken care of, and that knowledge was like a fist grabbing Jungkook's already aching dick.

What a sight. To know he was making him feel so good that he relaxed him with pleasure.

With a lustful grin, Jungkook went back to his adoration and kissed lower than before. Once he reached the edge of his bulging pants, he grabbed his hips with his hands and kissed the button. He heard Taehyung's panting shudder as he kissed lower, following the zipper, and once his lips were in contact with the base of his cock, he gave a particularly hard kiss upon it. Taehyung moaned low, making Jungkook grin wider. He caressed his hips with his thumbs and then kissed on, following the curve of his cock with his lips until he got to the tip where he kissed and licked as he heard the melodious sound of Taehyung's voice getting higher and his breathing stopping short. But then he stopped again and let him breathe as he made his next move.

With his elbows at either side of Taeyhung's upper thighs holding him up, he leaned to the side so he could use his right hand comfortably and, following a movement he learned from Taehyung, unbuttoned his pants in a movement of his wrist. Jungkook bit his bottom lip and then leaned down to kiss the side of Taehyung's abdomen as he also undid the zipper and pushed the fabric to the side so his underwear was the only cloth hiding his throbbing member. He swallowed at the sight and leaned down again to kiss the edge of his boxers (without having taken his pants off yet) and then down, and down, until finally, he kissed the base once more, earning a whine this time. However, this time Jungkook licked over the fabric to his heart's content, wetting and overly stimulating such a sensitive part. He heard whines and moans and harsh panting, all with a wicked grin because he knew, as good as it could feel, that Taehyung wouldn't want to cum like this.

- Kook... - Taehyung warned breathlessly. But Jungkook merely chuckled and sucked on the sensitive head, underwear and all. - K--... Kook, don't--... Mh! Please... Please... -

His legs started to shake a bit and a hand even reached down to grab Jungkook's hair. So he stopped, mercifully, and kissed up on Taehyung's lower abdomen as he regained his breath. But once he heard him sighing and relaxing his body once more, he gently pushed himself up. Their eyes connected, lust to lust, and he could only grin at this masterpiece of a man coming undone at his touch. With what felt like expert hands, he took the edge of his pants and underwear, and pulled them down, undressing him and throwing the clothes onto the floor as he watched him taking his own shirt off and doing the same.

Now fully naked before him, Jungkook's need for him only overflowed. He nearly begged him to take control just so he could feel his hands on him. But he mastered himself as he remembered that tonight he should let Taehyung do as he pleased instead of telling him what to do. So he reached back down and kissed his lower abdomen, beside the hard length of him. He kissed a trail beside it until he reached the base, and once he licked the spot where the balls met the shaft, he heard the unmistakable low moan of a man who had been waiting for it. He licked all the way up, earning moan after moan until he sucked in the whole, soft head, and he heard a lip-tight cry of pleasure as the body beneath him trembled.

Jungkook was so hard and the unstoppable rub he was making against the bed was so torturous that he could feel the wet stain of precum only getting damper.

He sucked down slowly, trying to get it all inside, and then sucked upwards to take a deep breath and try again. Under his palms, he felt Taehyung's hips trying to move upwards but stopping himself short, ending in a shudder; a shudder that could also be heard in his voice as he tried to stifle his moans.

Jungkook grabbed the base of his cock with one hand and sucked up until he was only sucking on the head, then he tilted his head so his tongue would be fully against that spot. He looked up to see Taehyung with a fist over his mouth as his back tried to arch but he wouldn't let it, and Jungkook sucked and licked, making Taehyung's leg fold and unfold, his head turned to the side, and his hands grabbed fist fulls of the sheets at either side of his hips.

Taehyung was shaking from head to toe and stifling moans and whines, so Jungkook let go of him and fastly leaped up to be face to face with him. With his mouth partially opened as he panted for breath, Taehyung opened his eyes. Such begging and needy eyes, the sight made him weak. Jungkook reached up a hand and held Taehyung's face to pass his thumb against his bottom lip before asking him softly,

- Do you want to cum? -

Taehyung closed his mouth to swallow as he shook his head a little, his eyes darting down towards his lips and up again. Jungkook saw this so he tilted his head.

- Do you want to kiss me? -

He nodded in fast and little motions, but he still made no movement towards him. This wasn't like him but of course, Jungkook knew why that was. He leaned down and kissed him slowly.

Slowly, slowly, slowly but deeply, feeling him, tasting him, hearing his harsh breathing as his own hand trailed down and down until he grabbed Taehyung's bare cock firmly in his fist.

A strangled moan escaped Taehyung's mouth and onto his own before his lips moved no more. Stilled as ever; waiting in anticipation. As Jungkook watched his face intently and how his eyes remained closed, he moved his fist slowly but tightly up and down, making sure the sole of his thumb rubbed right against the slit every time.

Taehyung shook and the sight was delightful to Jungkook. But an intrusive memory from what had happened that evening made him snap out of his dizziness. Something he immediately hated. So, he moved his hand faster up and down Taehyung's cock and tilted his own head to the side so his lips rubbed against the side of Taehyung's quivering yaw as his ear leaned closer to his lover's lips.

He needed to drown in him, to forget everything and simply feel him, taste him, hear him; he needed his safe haven to take him away from this world for a moment of bliss. So, his hand went faster. Taehyung's back arched and his teeth were clenched until he moaned and couldn't keep them in anymore. Clinging to Jungkook's back with both hands, clutching at his shirt, he tilted his head back and strained his neck trying not to scream, whimpering instead. Whimpering high and grunting low, clawing at Jungkook's back and pushing him closer, breathing quicker, moaning faster, whining higher...

- ...Kook... -

Jungkook closed his eyes in ecstasy as he gently placed his lips against Taehyung's glistening, strong neck, while his hand moved mercilessly and without a stop.

Taehyung's moaning stopped altogether for a brief second... and then he exploded, throwing his head back, coming hard and violently against him in waves of sharp tremors.

But Jungkook's fist wouldn't stop. He had grown too addicted to this feeling; addicted to the feeling of Taehyung's glistening, hot, naked body, quivering with moans under him. He didn't want to stop.

Until he remembered something delightful.

He stopped his fist abruptly, making Taehyung jump slightly upwards and push himself against Jungkook.

- Tae. - Jungkook grinned and pressed his lips against the shell of his ear as he heard the latter panting right against his.

- Yes... yes... -

Jungkook grinned. Slowly, Jungkook bit and sucked the shell of his ear, earning a small gasp before he let go with a chuckle and then asked,

- Where are the things you bought for tonight? - It was quite an abstract question, but, surprisingly enough, even Taehyung in this state could understand what he meant.

- In... in the nightstand... -

Jungkook grinned wider and slowly pulled away, kissing him on the lips before he did so.

He stood up and, giving his back to him, took off his stained shirt to leave it on the floor. Behind him, he heard Taehyung's deep intake of breath, and he grinned, turning around just enough to see his face. Even if the apartment was dark and the rain outside was heavy, there was still a faint glow from the lanterns below that filtered through the windows and illuminated his perfect body. Taehyung's every curve was glistening with both perspiration and cum; his abs sharp and his stomach moving fastly up and down as he breathed deep and harshly.

His eyes never left him.

With a cocky grin, Jungkook stretched for the nightstand, feeling the cold temperature of the place trying and failing to cool down his body. Once he opened the drawer, he saw inside a normal, small, plastic bag. But he chuckled, nevertheless. It was only this morning before lunch that he realized where Taehyung had gone off to when they divided their tasks in the mall. His heart was running wild as he took the bag and opened it, right there inside the drawer. Indeed there was a box of condoms and lube. He felt so childish, giggling and blushing as he was, but he couldn't stop himself. There was shyness hiding behind his devilish chuckle, but there was also tenderness when he saw the box that said "extra lubricated". So there wouldn't be any pain whatsoever.

It was just really awful that they couldn't use them.

Leaving that thought behind as fast as he could, Jungkook grabbed the lube and closed the drawer. He turned in his place and left the little bottle somewhere beside Taehyung's hip. He was just about to climb up the bed when he noticed just how hungrily Taehyung was looking at him.

With both hands holding him up in the bed and one knee ready to crawl over, Jungkook stood still as he looked with foggy eyes the way Taehyung's chest heaved and his dark eyes roamed all over him. Jungkook never before thought he would like to be stared at like this, just like he never thought he would like to feel like a pray under him or how much his blood boiled deliciously when Taehyung positioned him however he wanted, but it appears that pleasant surprises never stop coming his way when they were together.

He never thought he would like the thought of doing what he'll do next, but he grinned and swallowed as he pushed himself up again and stood next to the bed. Taehyung looked at him so intensely that he could feel as if he was touching him everywhere he looked. From his bare chest and stomach to his arms and hands, right down to his bulging pants.

The moment their eyes met once more, Jungkook lowered his stare to look down at the edge of his own pants. With a grin, knowing Taehyung was looking at him, he slowly reached his hands to the button of his trousers and undid it. But he didn't do more than that. He looked up, his hands staying where he had left them, and saw Taehyung looking from his hands to his eyes as if begging for him to go on. But Jungkook's devilish mind thought of something even better, so he gently placed his hands over the bed and slowly laid himself down next to him.

Maybe it was the wine, or maybe something way deeper than alcohol, but right now he felt even more powerful than ever before. Powerful in his beauty, in his sexiness, his wilderness; he felt so free and loved as he laid there. He knew Taehyung was begging to touch him, but Jungkook lay there, torturing his companion's body as he waited for his next move; as he waited for his word.

Jungkook closed his eyes and breathed in his glory to then open them and look beside him, straight into Taehyung's eyes. He looked at him as he placed his own hands on his chest and caressed his own skin up to his neck, tilting his head back to touch some more; always looking at him as those hands trailed downwards over his chest and stomach. Taehyung followed those hands, swallowing and parting his lips as he panted. The moment Jungkook took hold of his pants once more, he saw his lover's cock twitching, begging to be touched. He swallowed and lost a breath, but then softly and slowly pulled down his pants. Folding his legs close to his midriff to pull the fabric up his own thighs, listening to Taehyung's deep growl as he realized he was taking his underwear off too. Jungkook moaned as the fabric went past his knees and he felt the tension in his groin being released. In a swift movement, he took it all off and tossed it to the floor to then let his legs unfold over the soft sheets.

Jungkook bit his lip, his arousal mounting at the sensation of being naked on his bed. It's been a day too long. They haven't been able to be this intimate for what felt like ages; if it was up to him, they'll never leave the bed.

He reached down, wanting-needing to touch himself, but instead, he dug his nails into his upper thighs. A movement beside him made him look down and he noticed that Taehyung had lowered his hands as well, but he was grabbing tight fistfuls of the sheets, and his hips--... The sight made Jungkook moan and dug his nails deeper into his own skin.

Taehyung was desperately thrusting upwards off the bed, looking at him with knitted eyebrows, begging...

- Please... -

Oh, lord...

Jungkook couldn't hold on anymore and so he leaped up over him and kissed him. They both moaned as their lips connected fiercely and moaned again as Taehyung finally, finally put his hands on him and grabbed his ass tightly to make them rub against each other. They were both so desperate and so drunk on the feeling that their lips parted and Jungkook's forehead fell beside his head over the pillow. His eyes closed, his lips barely opened, and he moaned breathlessly as he held on tightly to Taehyung's shoulders while the latter made them rub tightly against each other. Jungkook had been so sensitive already that every touch made him want to cry out in pleasure, but still, he wanted more.

He stilled his own movements and, in a swift movement, grabbed Taehyung's waist with one hand and rolled over. Once Taehyung was over him, he seemed delighted and kissed his neck, holding his waist tightly. As Jungkook panted and arched his back, he reached with his hand and grabbed the little bottle he had left over on the bed earlier. He noticed the seal was already off and-- moaned at the feeling of Taehyung kissing his ear deeply and rubbing their groins together. He tried to open his eyes again to lift his hand, but Taehyung moaned right against his ear and so his eyes closed again. He was just about to tell him to stop moving so he could think, but he noticed too late that wrapping his legs around Taehyung's hips only made the other go faster.

Jungkook's frustration was growing alongside his arousal. He wanted more, he wanted everything, he wanted to feel the force of Taehyung's thrusts as he pounded inside of him, but they couldn't. He moaned and frowned, biting Taehyung's neck, like a little kid making a tantrum. But the latter liked that harsh gesture and returned it. The piercing feeling on his neck aroused Jungkook even more, making him chuckle.

But now that his mind was clear enough to move his limbs, Jungkook gritted his teeth and tried to focus away from Taehyung's teeth on his neck and instead concentrate on the little bottle he had grabbed. With that same hand alone, his thumb flicked open the cap and he made sure the head of the bottle was facing his palm before squeezing the flask with his fingers. Once he felt the cold, gooey contents of it in his hand, he snapped the cap closed once more and left it there on the side. With his other hand, he reached up to tangle his fingers on Taehyung's hair and then he muttered in his ear.

- Tae... - Jungkook swallowed and grinned a little as he felt him kissing up to his cheek. Before he could say anything else, however, Taehyung kissed him deeply.

But no matter, Jungkook untangled his fingers from his hair and gently pushed his chest slightly away from his only so his other hand had enough space.

Taehyung didn't notice anything amiss... until he felt Jungkook's "suddenly" lubed hand gently grabbing his dick and slowly moving up and down.

Taehyung moaned and shuddered, separating his lips from his to look at him with half-opened eyes.

All the strength had left his muscles, the outer corners of his eyebrows pulled down, his arms shook and he fell to his elbows. He also couldn't lift his forehead from the pillow, so his parted lips released soft, whining moans right against Jungkook's ear.

The latter grinned. This was even better than he imagined. His lubed fist moved easily up and down Taehyung's dick, but he did it slowly first to take in the new feeling. Going from the tip of the head to beneath the balls, he could easily tell that Taehyung felt even more pleasure when it was wet. He didn't even need to go fast to make Taehyung's body shiver. Jungkook then used his other hand as well so both were engulfing his dick and he felt then how Taehyung stilled all over. As if he knew the pleasure would be too great for him to take.

Jungkook grinned and whispered, right against his ear.

- Thrust. -

Taehyung took in a deep breath and then... slowly thrust his dick inside Jungkook's fists.

- Mh... - He moaned breathlessly.

- Again. -

He slowly took it out...

- Mh-ah... ah... - And shivered right when the tip of the head was just held in Jungkook's pinky before finally... thrusting back in. - Nnnnn-fuck... -

Jungkook swallowed. There was something about his mind being pleasured that aroused him way faster than anything else, so, having Taehyung like this was simply... too good.

- Again. - He said, breathlessly; his eyes closing on their own while his hips thrust upwards, trying to rub against anything.

This time, Taehyung pulled out a bit faster than before and grunted. Then, without regaining his breath, trusted in just as fast.

- Mh-Oh my... God... This feels so good... - He nearly sobbed, his breathing fast and shallow.

Jungkook kept on moving his hands on him, in and out. Taehyung was shaking and whining but seemed unable to keep up moving his hips; as if his thighs had lost all their strength as well. Jungkook felt a drop of his own precum falling from his painfully hard dick and onto his stomach. Right when Taehyung moaned beneath his earlobe, Jungkook's eyes rolled and closed. His own legs were shaking slightly with the pulsing need flowing from his groin. Without knowing about it, his hands had tightened their grip on Taehyung's cock and fastened their pace; in and out, in and out...

- Jungkook... - Taehyung moaned, his breathing getting heavier. Jungkook bit his own lip and felt Taehyung grabbing him by the waist, holding him as close as he could, his open mouth right against his neck and their groins never touching. - I need you, I need you... - He begged and moaned. - Please, please, I need you, I want you, please... - He was nearly sobbing with pleasure.

But they couldn't.

The sudden reminder made Jungkook open his eyes and stop his hands short. Taehyung jolted and whined shakily against his neck, but Jungkook hastily reached up and kissed his cheek, his ear, his shoulder, everywhere he could reach. Trying to drown in him again and forget everything else; trying to feel safe in his skin and run away from everything else.

- I love you... - He sighed as he kissed his neck, again and again, hearing how he regained his breath.

- I...need you... - Taehyung's mind was gone to the blissful land of lust where Jungkook was desperately trying to get to. - Please... -

- We can't. - Jungkook whispered, feeling so bad at the idea of reminding him what had happened and why they couldn't.

However...

- Just lie... - Taehyung's deep voice whispered right against his ear and then kissed it in earnest, cutting Jungkook's breathing short and making his eyes roll back a bit. He couldn't even think about what he had just said. And Taehyung whispered once more, making him tremble at the feeling of his hot breath against the wet skin of his sensitive ear. - Lie to them. It doesn't matter. We matter. - And once again he kissed him and touched him and finally took a hold of Jungkook's dick.

- Ah... - Jungkook jolted and his wet hands pressed against Taehyung's chest.

But it wasn't long until Taehyung let go of him and pulled back altogether. Jungkook looked up at him, slightly dizzy at the abruptness, but once again he didn't have time to react before Taehyung carefully but firmly took his left thigh from underneath and flipped his whole body over until he was laying over his stomach.

A corner of his mouth lifted in a chuckle but then he felt Taehyung over him once more and he couldn't think of anything else. He felt him kissing his neck from behind and saw his hands at either side of him, engulfing him, imprisoning him in this lustful cage of love and sin. He adored this predicament: no other light but the night outside, no other sound but their need being ripped from their throats, no other feeling but each other's skin. And the knowledge that this was his lover, his everything, his future; the one who loved him the most in this world, worshiping him with the utmost devotion, made him so incredibly lightheaded.

Taehyung detached his lips from his nape and seemed to have reached for something at the other side of the bed. Jungkook lifted his head from the pillow, and then he was pulled into Taehyung's chest and up into a sitting position. They both knelt there. Taehyung had an arm tight around him, his hand right beneath Jungkook's neck, and the latter held onto that arm as he regained his breath. But the moment he looked down and saw Taehyung's other hand glistening wet and nearing his red cock, he moaned even before it made contact.

But when he did... and that lubed fist slid down... his whole body contracted inwards.

Taehyung held him tight and pulled him right back up to force him into a straight-back position which would only increase the pleasure on his groin. Taehyung knew this, that's why he was panting right against his neck.

His fist went up again and Jungkook saw stars when he rolled his eyes. He was shaking, shivering, whining; Taehyung's fist wasn't even moving but the waves of pleasure were still hitting him like a tsunami over and over again. Jungkook could feel the opening of that fist, (Taehyung's pinky finger), right there on the tip of his throbbing dick. And he knew... as he panted for breath and felt Taehyung's arm beginning to move again... that he wouldn't last.

- Wait... - He tried warning him, but that fist went in and out in one fluid motion without a stop and every single nerve in Jungkook's body went over the edge. - Ah! - He moaned as his hips jolted inwards and a line of white stained his chest.

His head fell back against Taehyung's shoulder. He didn't even know if he had his eyes opened, all he could register was the mind-numbing feeling of pleasure running through his body over and over again. He bit his lip and tilted his head to the side to rest his forehead against Taheyung's neck while the latter slid his wet hand towards the base and then down towards his balls. Jungkook hissed at how sensitive his body felt but refused to let the pleasure go away.

- Tae... - He sighed, completely blissed out and wishing to remain so.

He felt Taehyung rubbing himself against his ass and hissing while his hand was still massaging him. Now, going lower, pressing two fingers on the place right beneath his balls, before his entrance.

A sudden rush of brand new pleasure ran up Jungkook's spine, raising every hair on end and making him shiver out a moan. He had no idea that place could feel so good, but Taehyung pressed his fingers tighter against that spot and he couldn't think anymore.

- Let me love you, please. - Taehyung managed to mutter against his ear between heaving breaths. - Let me feel you. Let me make you feel good, please. - Even Jungkook's foggy mind could discern the note of desperation in his voice. But Taehyung wasn't desperate to be inside him, no... he was desperate to be that close to him. - I love you... I need you... I want you... Jungkook... - He breathed harshly as he rubbed himself against the latter's body while his hands kept on massaging his most sensitive area over and over again; sliding from the tip of his dick all the way to beneath his balls. Jungkook could only feel his sensitive levels mounting past endurance while he heard Taehyung panting right against his ear as if in prayer. - Jungkook... Jungkook... -

He wanted to cum again so badly, but his body wouldn't go over the edge as it did before. As if, now, it took a little longer to get there. But that meant that he was stuck on that edge for way longer than he had ever been. Before, he had been conscious of not wanting to cum and stopped himself right before he did so, but, right now, it was the opposite: He was desperate to cum, but his body wouldn't give in.

- Mhhhh.... - He whined in protest, grimacing and trying to thrust so Taehyung's fist would go harder. But, terribly, he felt him placing his palm against his lower abdomen, completely letting go of his dick. - Tae... - He nearly sobbed against his lover's neck.

- Jungkook... - Taehyung sighed in return, his voice completely soaked in lust's sweetest honey.

Jungkook let out a long and soft moan, trying to get his body to stop boiling with pleasure. Then, softly, he felt how Taehyung, having a tight hold on him, was lowering him to be resting on the bed again, over his stomach. Jungkook's body was so weak with pleasure that he could only rest his hands on each side of his chest over the bed and place the side of his head against the pillow. Even the sheets felt like too much on his sensitive dick once he was laying.

Once Taehyung left him there, he placed both hands firmly on each side of him and then reached down to kiss him sweetly on the temple.

- Jungkook... - He kept on muttering softly with audible breaths.

He kissed his cheek, the shell of his ear, the back of his neck, his shoulder, his shoulder blade; then he placed a hand over his upper back and trailed it down while his lips rested against his shoulder. That hand caressed its way down, paused on his waist, and held it firmly. Jungkook heard him growling a little and his back arched instinctively. Then, the hand went lower to his hip where he made sure to put his middle and ring fingers right on the spot where the hip meets the thigh before once again holding him tightly. This time, Jungkook bit his lip.

Taehyung kissed his shoulder one last time before pushing himself back and once again taking hold of Jungkook's knee to turn him around. Jungkook only noticed what happened once it was done and he was laying on his back. It was such a funny method that he laughed a little. Taehyung placed himself in between his legs once more as he smiled down at him. His breathing was still a little harsher than usual and his dick was throbbing red, but still, he smiled sweetly at him and leaned down to gently kiss his smiling lips.

Jungkook held the back of his head softly to make sure he wasn't going anywhere for a moment, and they kissed slowly. Once their lips parted, Jungkook couldn't help grinning so big that he had to bite his lower lip. The feeling had been sudden as if excitement had swelled up his heart and all he felt was love, love, unconditional, undying, truthful, faithful, beautiful love.

- Do it. - Jungkook muttered as his lips brushed against Taehyung's. The latter leaned back a little to look him in the eyes; his eyebrows a bit pulled up. So Jungkook stared back at him intently, feeling like this was the surest he had ever been in his life, feeling like there will be no one else and nothing more and that this will always be the best choice he had ever made. And so, he threw himself into a leap of faith without knowing anything about the step he was taking and said surely - I want you, Tae. -

Taehyung's eyes filled with a light that made Jungkook feel even less afraid than ever. Stars could only wish they were this bright.

There was nothing more beautiful in this world for Jungkook than seeing Taehyung naked in both body and soul as he looked at all that he was and smiled. Taehyung was so happy, so excited, so grateful; and he leaned down to kiss him once more before leaning away and whispering right against his lips,

- I'm so in love, there's nothing I want more than to be one with you, my Angel. Thank you. - And he kissed him again.

Both of them didn't realize it, but the rain began to hit hard against the windows once more. As if it had been hearing all along, and waited impatiently.

________________________________________________________________________________

<333 Happy one year and two months with DEMOCRITUS <333

🌼Thank you for reading Chapter 57 <3<3<3

Your devoted writer,

Ela Shadow Rose 🥀

Go ahead with the next Chapter ->->->