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It’s nearly everyday that Jungkook sees the same dull faces, same beings dressed in black and white, though he himself is one of them. Or at least every now and then if not daily, that he sees the same room, walls draped over in beige with that same plain vibe. But it’s not everyday that he feels this blend of nervousness and frustration run within his veins. It’s not everyday that his consciousness is on its peak and downright misty at the same time. It’s not everyday that he encounters a certain someone.
Arriving earlier has always been a rule that he holds by, which explains why he is here half an hour before the approaching time, patiently waiting for others to be present. He looks around a bit, the hushed little chatter in the court falling mute in his ears having his mind too occupied with various thoughts. He is prepared, he knows he will do well, he always has. He likes to remind himself the same, he does that for himself every time without any second-hand embarrassment. He has peacefully taken his designated seat, his right ankle bouncing on the beats of restlessness, causing his entire leg to shake. It’s a habit of his, unintentional of course, that happens when he has a lot on his mind to worry about. A habit that he didn’t even notice, until his ex-husband pointed it out, but that is not the matter of concern now.
Or so he thinks.
The thought causes his gaze to fall on his ring finger unconsciously, and he cannot help but sigh at the imaginary weight on the empty finger. The bittersweet remembrance smokes the melancholy in his heart, which soon morphs into annoyance and he shrugs the similar thoughts along the line.
One tick of the clock has another following suit, trying to catch up with the rushing instances of the future while letting the ones of the present die and meet the past. And all this while, he sits there and waits.
“Fuck my life.” Jungkook says through gritted teeth upon the sight of a certain lawyer, someone who he doesn’t find very pleasant to go against.
Kim Taehyung.
“Out of you? Gladly.” Taehyung completes his already finished sentence, almost instantly.
The smirk on his face seems to grow wider upon seeing Jungkook return a bitter smile his way, although he knows the latter wants to cuss at him for the remark but seeing him settle low in order to respect the decorum of the court is quite entertaining. Disbelief practically radiates off of Jungkook as Taehyung takes a seat next to him, close enough for the latter’s annoyance.
Jungkook can still feel the intrigued eyes on him, he can practically feel the latter’s smug failing to falter. And it annoys him to the point of no return. The last thing he wants is a quarrel with his fellow lawyer; evermore upon knowing this is exactly what the other seeks for. He has a hearing starting in a few minutes, he cannot let himself be affected by anything, or anyone. As the case once again stands in the limelight in his mind, blowing the whistle of the train of his thoughts, his focus certainly shifts to recall onto the preparation he had done for the day. When so much is at work, his ankle refuses to lag behind, unconsciously picking up on the habit.
The slow yet gleeful tapping of slender fingers causes his attention to get drawn onto his right knee on the first touch, his eyes flashing wide for less than a second before falling hooded.
“Nervous, Jeon?” The said lawyer asks in a husky voice, his fingers retracting as soon as they came after their little dance on Jungkook's thighs. “Are you losing yourself to me already?”
Jungkook scoffs audibly, knowing the implications of those words very well.
“Why don’t you show your might in court, Kim? Or do you always save it up for my office?” Jungkook questions with a challenging look, his eyes a little dark for some reason.
“How about I show you that in either of them?” Taehyung just tilts his head to the left, eyes hooded as he returns a smug look at Jungkook.
The tension between the two is not unknown to the people of the court, by now they believe that the two are after each other’s heads. While Taehyung seems a little on the teasing side, never leaving a chance to get on the nerves of Jungkook. The latter, on the other hand, looks frustrated to the point of no return. It’s always miserable for the people around them when the two meet, always bickering and out for each other’s neck. They daunt people when together, and the others think it is for the best that they don’t get involved when the two are sharing the same space, besides for any official matters. The intimidation practically radiates off of them.
Some say the air between the two wasn’t always this bad, they were happy in their marriage to the point where people cherished what they had. But then gradually after their divorce, which sure was a revelation to all, it became as if they weren’t even fine breathing the same air. Jungkook is known for his calm demeanour, so the surprise was expected when he started getting visibly bothered by the presence of the other. Taehyung doesn’t look bothered on the other hand, instead he looks more on the side of someone who has some unfinished business. So he never once leaves a chance to make his presence evident. Which makes sense as to why he is refusing to let Jungkook walk in peace in the corridor after the hearing. Speaking of which, it was exceptional back in the room, both throwing their best shots and it would be a lie to say that the people weren’t astonished by their marvellous work yet again.
“Do you think Mr Jeon would actually kill Mr Kim this time?” One of the peer advocates, more known by the name Lee, speaks as he nudges his subordinate.
“As per the explanation by you, I think he would suck his blood dry.” The other named Kwon replies, hugging the little stack of files to his chest. “Mr Kim has been up Mr Jeon’s neck ever since the morning.”
“Hmn, It could be D-Day. I just hope Mr Kim makes it out alive this time too.”
“They take you for a vampire or something of similar sort, Jeon. At this point, convinced, that you would bore your non-existent fangs in my neck and draw out blood to get rid of my existence the moment you get a chance to.”
Taehyung’s words come out stern, his voice low yet it reaches Jungkook’s ears a couple of metres apart.
“Or is this just another fantasy of yours?” Jungkook says unfazed, eyes staring back at Taehyung’s whose smirk is hard to hide in his words. “Don’t waste my time with your little chatter, you only have an hour.”
“Straight-forward and crisp, you still speak your mind the same way.”
If Taehyung’s eyes weren’t on Jungkook, he would definitely have missed the brief clench of his jaw at the remark, of course, he pulled a certain nerve and he is aware that Jungkook knows it was intentional. Slow in his steps, he discards his own coat as makes his way towards the latter who is busy taking off his coat. Turning around, Jungkook learns that something in the way Taehyung has a smug face irks him to the point where his jaw clicks soundly.
“What? Do you really wanna suck on my neck now that you have seen my face?” Taehyung smirks, “What are you, a pervert?”
“How about I show you?”
Those being the last words for the time being, Jungkook just pulls Taehyung in by the neck and bores his teeth in the hot skin, with a clear intention to leave teeth marks and break little blood vessels under the surface. Taehyung, upon experiencing pain, yanks Jungkook away by his hair within seconds of the committed deed, grip iron-clad as he hisses in annoyance. Jungkook looks prideful of his work, having the skin adapted to the colour purple as the clear red teeth marks decorate the periphery of the bruise. Taehyung has the latter’s face uplifted, spit stained lips parting just enough to let his bunny teeth peek out a little, his eyes hooded. He turns Jungkook around harshly, having him pressed against his front. His annoyance filters out in the form of heavy breaths, eyes casted downwards to admire the position they are in as well as their proximity.
The white shirt hugs Jungkook’s torso quite well, the creases forming perfectly around the firm muscles. Taehyung cannot control his fingers from grazing the firm back along the spine, fingertips digging in with bitter pressure when reaching the dip of his back. The proximity gives way for their hearts to beat faster, their body heat emitting; them finally being able to register how strong either of their colognes are. Taehyung snakes his hand, going in to grab Jungkook’s side before squeezing it, causing Jungkook to inhale sharply.
“Cut the chase and hurry up.” Jungkook huffs, having his reasons for not being able to stand the foreplay.
“Shut up.”
Taehyung’s left hand moves swiftly to grab Jungkook by his jaw, tilting his face enough to capture his lips in an open-mouthed kiss. The hand formerly placed on the waist snakes further to circle around Jungkook’s waist, pulling him back to push the plump of his ass against his crotch.
The kiss is passionate, lips encapsulating each other in a fight for dominance. Taehyung’s hands move sensually slow, taking their time to roam around the memorised paths; all in a way that eventually drives Jungkook into a frenzy. One of his hands move towards Jungkook’s neck, fingers sprawling to wrap around it soon after. The other hand of his snakes its way to Jungkook’s crotch, fingers brushing against the hard-on briefly before grabbing the hardened shaft through the pants.
“Eager, aren’t we?” Taehyung scoffs after pulling away from the kiss, watching Jungkook’s eyes shine with a glimpse of want. “Did you deprive yourself of pleasure?”
Jungkook stares at Taehyung for a little longer, possibly contemplating whether or not to tell him the truth that he didn’t really have it in him to revert to pleasuring himself for some reason. He doesn’t want to feed Taehyung’s pride by telling him that he can only get in the feels when the other touches him.
Much to Jungkook’s dismay, his silence is enough for Taehyung to formulate an answer much closer to the truth and the smirk on his lips grows wider.
Jungkook is forced to think just how many times has it been for Taehyung to master undoing his pants with just one hand of his. The long, slender fingers work swiftly in unfastening the belt before unbuttoning the constraints. The pants fall on the wooden floor with a thud, pooling around Jungkook’s ankles. Taehyung’s fingers then hook under the hem of the underwear before pulling it off in one go. Having his lower bare, Jungkook tries pulling his face away, embarrassment seeping from within on the exposure. But Taehyung hooks his thumb over Jungkook’s jaw, fingers already resting on his neck, to keep him from turning his face away.
“Don’t shy away, it’s not as if I haven’t seen you naked before.”
Jungkook feels himself heating up at the words, the flashbacks of the two being intimate flooding his memory. But it affects him more because of Taehyung’s lips being mere inches away, his breath falling hot over Jungkook’s mouth.
“Do you want me to look into your eyes now? You are not my lover.” Jungkook’s words come off a little harsher than he intended but he thinks Taehyung deserves it.
“Yes, exactly. I want you to look at me when I do things to you.” He answers with a straight face, eyes suddenly turning dark. His grip on Jungkook’s jaw tightens, his other hand that was going to grab the hardened shaft suddenly retreating. “I want you to look at me, regardless of us being lovers or not.”
Jungkook watches Taehyung eyeing the window wall, that was a couple of metres away from his desk, for a second and then looking back at him. It isn’t much of a surprise when Taehyung pins Jungkook against it, the pants along with the belt that were pooling around his ankles rustling and clinking along their way before they finally get discarded in the process. Jungkook kicks his shoes off in a haste, warm bare feet shivering when in contact with the cool floor; his front pressing against the cool glass sending shivers down his spine. He wants to back off from the cold sensation but Taehyung’s body is pressed up against his own, trapping him into the position.
Taehyung wastes no time in burying his nose in Jungkook’s neck, taking his time in breathing in his scent. His hand once again finds purchase over the inner thighs, muscle memory working at its best as he rubs the digits in a soft yet sensual manner.
Jungkook loves that.
Taehyung remembers.
The fingers move slowly towards the neglected length, dancing around the base without actually touching the hardness, depriving it of any warmth and friction that it is craving. As Taehyung leaves open mouthed kisses over the neck, the other hand of his makes its way to one of Jungkook’s nipples. He circles it before pinching the erect bud, then moving the pad of his fingertip to sooth out the sting.
The whimper that Jungkook lets out is pretty, restrained, and needy. And Taehyung takes pride in knowing the ways to have Jungkook this way. The latter thrusts his hips forward in the search of friction, the angry cockhead flushed red in need, and Taehyung cannot stop himself from mentally cooing at the sight. He moves his fingers along the shaft a couple of times before wrapping his fingers around it. The sigh of relief that Jungkook lets out gets cut half-way when Taehyung digs his thumb into the slit. A broken moan escapes past his lips as he spills in Taehyung’s hands and onto the glass before him almost immediately, embarrassingly painting both with ropes of white and his legs shake as the pleasure washes over him.
Bringing the hand back up after fapping the cock a couple of times more, Taehyung bites Jungkook’s neck, other hand holding the latter by his chest as he comes down from his high.
“How could someone so horny, not have masturbated all this time?” Taehyung’s other hand comes back to pull one of Jungkook’s ass cheeks apart, giving way for the cum stained fingers to slip past the hole that flutters under the hungry gaze. “Poor thing.”
Jungkook shivers in Taehyung’s hold, his words driving him into submission as he lets the latter have his way with him. He feels his own cum being wiped over his asshole in order to be used as lube and as obscene as it is, Jungkook doesn’t find himself complaining.
They are past way too much to nit-pick in the first place.
So in order to keep himself distracted from the deafening silence, he reverts to unbuttoning his shirt but the buttons slip in his hold, his mind caught up in a haze. Taehyung swats Jungkook’s hands away as he mumbles a ‘hands off’ in his ear, and does the deed for him instead. The piece of cloth is soon discarded on the floor along with the other. Jungkook is glad Taehyung didn’t humiliate him for that. Taehyung never once did.
It’s embarrassing how in contrast they are at the moment. Jungkook, entirely exposed in his naked glory, while on the other hand, Taehyung dressed formally from head to toe. Taehyung still doesn’t pull off his weight to have Jungkook any far away from the exposure due to the window wall, nor did Jungkook expect him to.
“Someone across from us could be staring at you.” He begins, once again close enough to whisper everything in Jungkook’s ear. Jungkook hears the faint sound of belt unfastening followed by rustling of clothes, before he feels Taehyung’s cock resting against one of his buttocks. “Some president of a company, or some random neighbour, or maybe paparazzi.. to have a sneak peek of what you are up to? Hmn?”
Jungkook practically mewls, swings his hips to have the heavy girth in between his asscheeks out of desperation. Taehyung holds and rubs his cock in place, aligned with the fluttering hole, as he watches Jungkook shiver out of nowhere.
“That would not be very highly of you now, would it?” Taehyung’s words match his actions, the slaps of his cock over Jungkook’s hole are enough for the latter to lose his conscience, enough to make him think irrationally. “Tell me, would you still want me to fuck you senseless?”
The nods are erratic, giving Taehyung an idea of how badly Jungkook wants his cock in him. But Jungkook’s words from earlier are ringing in his brain, keeping him from devouring Jungkook then and there. The need to fuck him is strong, the sight before him delightful; but he still has to give Jungkook what he deserves for those words.
You are not my lover.
The sentence irks him to the point of no return. His mind is bent on finding a way to pour this annoyance and disagreement out of his system, and soon he sees it before him. Presented.
The hefty and toned globes of Jungkook’s ass, the fluttering hole, and Taehyung cannot control his hands all of a sudden. Jungkook was not expecting what was about to come, clearly flinching at the impact on his left buttock as a moan slips past his lips effortlessly. Another spank follows soon after, on the same spot where the previous one left an impression; his milky skin turning red. A series of impacts follow, switching between both his ass cheeks, painting them red in the process; and Jungkook cannot help but moan out of pleasure and pain. On the other hand, Taehyung is adamant on doing the deed, barely letting Jungkook catch his breath as he spanks him mercilessly.
He knows Jungkook is a sucker for pain, loves when Taehyung complies.
As much as Taehyung wants the latter to feel punished, he knows Jungkook is somewhere enjoying all this. Switching to grab his cock in one hand of his, he holds Jungkook’s waist to hold him in place and slaps the head of his cock over the needy hole. The moans that roll over Jungkook’s tongue are loathed in bliss, the act edging him evermore. Not being able to wait any longer himself, Taehyung soothes the impacted flesh a couple of times before grabbing him by his waist once again and forces the length in. The slide wasn’t smooth but it wasn’t painful either, and that makes Taehyung pull out nearly to the tip before thrusting in hard, hitting Jungkook deep and strong.
Jungkook is on the verge of losing his mind, the view before him shines with the city lights below and the moon above, the night being draped over in twinkling light to leave it young.
His warm breaths condense on the glass right in front of him, the huffs that he lets out are highly salacious, him barely being able to hold his eyes from rolling at the back of his head. Taehyung hits hard, pouring every bit of his frustration, lust, and possession into the thrusts and practically injecting the fusion inside Jungkook. Their breaths fall short, hips making one of the most obscene sounds but they could care less. Taehyung, growling along the drilling hip thrusts, hooks a hand around Jungkook’s waist and brings him even closer, if there was any tiniest bit of space left to. The action causes the latter to stand on his tip toes, knees struggling to stay apart, as he supports the front half of his body against the window wall.
The hip thrusts soon turn erratic, and Jungkook feels Taehyung pulsating inside of him, biting on his neck to cope up with the high as he barely manages to hold back a growl, painting the insides white along the process. He pulls out swiftly and the cum rushes out of the rimmed hole, flowing down the ball sack and plush thighs.
“Oh my god, please-” Jungkook manages to mutter out in between the laboured breaths as he turns around to face Taehyung, but the latter hushes him almost instantly with a finger on his lips.
The look that he has in his eyes tells Jungkook that he knows and is willing to provide. One moment he is looking at Jungkook eye to eye and the other he is on his knees before him. Face level with the rock hard cock, Taehyung exhales deeply just above the red cockhead before taking it in his mouth at once. The wet warmth forces out a broken moan out of Jungkook, his hands going to hold the other lawyer’s head as he thrusts in his mouth in search for more. The deeper Taehyung goes, the tighter Jungkook’s fingers hook in the strands of the his hair, making him groan out of pain at some point while all that vibration flows to the pulsating cock.
Jungkook feels ecstatic, the warm mouth works wonders on his cock and the sensation from Taehyung’s load flowing out of his hole every time he clenches and unclenches out of pleasure is throwing him over the edge. The process involves half of him fucking into Taehyung’s mouth while the other half involves Taehyung practically devouring the needy shaft. Taehyung looks ethereal as he sucks onto the cock, lips shamelessly stretched to their limit but there are no signs of discomfort. The head of Jungkook's cock hit the back of Taehyung's throat and it is a breathtaking feeling.
Too beautiful for Jungkook’s own good.
They have no absolute reason to care for each other’s pleasure if their terms were to be kept in mind, there have been such times where they merely use the other person to get off or fuck out their frustration. None of them complains. But there are times like this, when they feed each other pleasure delightfully. But none of them address this scenario. Coming off as if they care is annoying, bottling up brain-eating worries over unnecessary what ifs.
So they just revert to what speaks for itself, without involving much thought. The give and take situation suits them more.
Jungkook starts shivering under Taehyung’s hold, his body betraying him as it loses to Taehyung’s ways and bucks his hips back in a last attempt to get the hold back. The action only resulted in his cock flying out of the mouth and him spurting out his load over Taehyung’s face, eyes rolling back as his high washes over him yet again from the marvellous blowjob, legs giving out in Taehyung’s hold. The haze in his mind is too strong, and Taehyung’s subtle touches over his hot skin are not helping either. It gets to the point where Jungkook feels himself falling victim, the urge to hold Taehyung closer is strong, wetness eventually finding its way on the edges of his eyes.
He suddenly feels weak under the stern gaze, hooded eyes all of a sudden looking more so intimidating and he just wants to hide in a certain pair of arms.
“Y-your face,” Jungkook mentions, tears threatening to fall as his skin adapts a darker shade of pink, lips stained with spit.
“Clean it with your mouth.” Taehyung holds Jungkook’s wrist, stopping him before he can wipe the cum with his palm. “Lick it off.”
It takes a couple of seconds for Jungkook to process the command, but he complies nonetheless. Gulping the excess spit away, he brings his face closer to the latter by bending downwards as he holds the broad shoulders for support. The lack of complaint or any sort of snapping informs Taehyung that Jungkook has slipped deeper than the level of his liking. He knows Jungkook cannot say no to him when he is like this.
It reminds him of the old days. When they were together, when they were happy.
And of course the difference stings, he knows there is much between them to settle before they can even bring it up again, he regrets it somewhat. He knows Jungkook does too.
The train of his thoughts is broken when he finally feels Jungkook’s laboured breaths over his mouth, much closer that his own heart tries beating out of his chest. The tongue that lolls out is licious and there is nothing more that Taehyung wants to do other than suck on it then and there. But he refrains for now. Jungkook looks like he has lost it all, his eyes close on an instinct as soon as his tongue comes in contact with his own semen over Taehyung’s cheekbone. The sour-sweet taste tingles on the tip of his tongue and he is lapping his tongue over for more before he knows it. The ropes of white that rest over Taehyung’s nose, cheek, and eyes are licked clean turn by turn.
The wet feeling has Taehyung sighing, eyes closing for a moment before they settle back at the person before. And if he was any less aroused before, he is now, and that too to the point of no return.
Jungkook is gorgeous, he knows, breathtaking even. But he hits next level at the moment, with his mouth parted open to display the collected cum on his tongue, eyes hooded as he shows Taehyung his work shamelessly. And the former feels captivated. So all he does is catch Jungkook’s mouth midway, smashing his own over the parted one to capture plump lips in a messy kiss. The release that was collected on Jungkook’s tongue soon gets taken by his own tongue, their saliva creating a mess down their chins. He picks Jungkook up along the process, hooking a hand under the latter’s hips and having his legs wrapped around his own waist as he continues to take them over the desk.
Manhandling Jungkook however he likes is one of the things that he has always taken pride in, and he can say the same right now. Jungkook is built well, but for some reason situates in Taehyung’s arms perfectly. Laying the beautiful man on the desk on his back, he continues admiring the sight before him. Flushed face and neck, a few marks fixated over the milky skin, legs spread wide open leaving nothing to imagination; absolutely breathtaking.
“Gorgeous.”
Jungkook feels himself skipping on a breath at the remark, the way Taehyung stares at him is enticing, as if he is the most beautiful thing the latter has laid his eyes on. The way Taehyung places kisses on either of his bent knees sends shivers down his spine; making him feel cherished. Everything is perfect, the setting that they are in, the mood, and their libido. Until a notification on Jungkook’s phone goes off.
“Mom’s Kitchen?” Taehyung questions after a couple of seconds of pause, and Jungkook’s body stills as he comes back to his senses. “You are having a ‘date’ there?”
One click of Taehyung’s tongue has the situation drowning in on Jungkook. The memories resurface.
Memories of their first date. The place where they first met and decided they fancy each other more than they realise. Bonded over many things, food being one of them, the place where it all started.
Of course, Jungkook didn’t know his date would pick that place to have their first meeting to begin with, but he does not see himself coming up with the truth or any explanation. A part of him wants to tell Taehyung that he isn’t responsible, that he still remembers it all and no way he can just give way for anyone to taint that memory of them. The other part of him has simply given up. He thinks it is for the best, now that Taehyung and him are not lovers, now that they both have this set-up between them. He believes it is for the best that he doesn’t let the latter know about his inner turmoil over the past. They have hurt each other enough. Things are better as they are now.
Yes, it’s better this way. He convinces himself.
“Why do you look so concerned? What are you, a teenager hung over the past?” His words bore daggers through Taehyung, much harsher than he ever intended, he knows he is hurting Taehyung because he is hurting too. “Cut the chatter and just fuck me.”
His last few words are to compensate for the damage, if possible; whatever, he just wants everything to be less awkward, just wants everything to stay where it is.
Something sparks in Taehyung’s eyes as they grow dark and nonchalant all of a sudden, the look of pure hurt modifying into one mixed with hints of anger. There is nothing to explain why Taehyung’s grip suddenly turns tighter than it was before, holding Jungkook’s inner thighs, surely leaving impressions behind.
“On your stomach, ass up. Quick.” Taehyung says from where he looks down at Jungkook and something with the way he commands makes Jungkook’s toes curl.
It’s for the best. Jungkook reminds himself.
Without wasting time any further he puts his feet down on the floor, the cool sensation tickling the warm pad of his foot. He looks at Taehyung one last time before he turns on his feet, body moving along as he comes face to face with his desk. There is a hand that is placed on the dip of his back, the pressure from the palm heel applied there pushes Jungkook to lay on his stomach. There is no rush, the hand moves sensually slow, but is assertive in every way. Laying flat on his front brings various sensations along, and the hand touching him isn’t doing any favour either. It snakes upwards, following along the spinal cord to hold and squeeze his nape, and it makes him shiver. Taehyung holds him in place with one hand of his, while the other hand works on bringing his half hard cock to life entirely. He pumps the length from base to top once before he aligns it with the partition of Jungkook’s ass, placing his thumb horizontally over the mid to trap his cock in between; and he thrusts along the crack. The glides of the heavy girth over one of the most sensitive parts has the latter sighing and shuddering, the cum-stained path makes the movement even easier. A few more grinds and Taehyung retracts, his fingers further going to pull one of the ass cheeks apart, thumb grazing along and stretching the lubricated hole.
The exposure causes goosebumps to creep up Jungkook’s skin, and he cannot hold back the moan that is pushed out of him when the bulbous cockhead enters soon after. Inch by inch, the girth slides awfully slow, to make Jungkook feel every bit of the stretch deeply.
Taehyung takes his time to bottom out, pulls out entirely just to fuck his cock swiftly back inside. The harshness in the movement of his hips grows with each thrust and the latter feels like he could cum just by that. Jungkook is forced to feel embarrassingly empty when Taehyung pulls out entirely, only to be filled to the brim when he pushes in again. The technique makes the tip of Taehyung’s cock hit insanely deep, his hip smacking harshly with Jungkook’s, and Jungkook is lured more and more towards ecstasy. The hand resting on his nape suddenly turns ruthless as it pushes his face further into the desk, the hips snapping into his own go feral as Taehyung fucks him at a faster pace. The air is forced out of him as a series of broken moans slip past his lips. Taehyung doesn’t mind crushing Jungkook with his weight, nor does he feel bad for the way he keeps Jungkook’s head in place. He sees red, Jungkook’s words occupying his mind and he doesn’t want to think about any of it. So he reverts to fucking the latter relentlessly, making him lose his mind in the haze of pleasure, fucking him raw. The hand of his that was holding Jungkook in place moves towards his head, fingers finding purchase in the velvety locks as he grips onto them tightly. He pulls Jungkook’s head up by his hair towards him in one swift motion; the harsh moment of his hips never dying. The pain goes straight to Jungkook’s cock, making him let out a groan followed by a whimper; and it feels way too good for him.
Jungkook’s phone vibrates for the second time in their session together, this time for a little longer.
“My phone, wait, fuck-” Jungkook manages to speak in between the thrusts, hinting Taehyung to halt with his movements. “Let me- let me answer that.”
The request only makes Taehyung to pull out entirely and fuck back in deeper as he refuses to lose his grip over Jungkook’s hair, causing the latter to moan out a curse.
“Answer.” Taehyung says in-between the slow, deep, and hard thrusts. “Let him listen to how much you are enjoying getting fucked senseless as he waits.” Taking Jungkook by surprise, he goes in to fetch the phone himself. “Tell him who is making you lose your mind.”
Taehyung picks up the call as soon as he finishes speaking and aligns the phone with Jungkook’s ear while still fucking him. Jungkook is baffled, the one ‘hello’ on the other side of the line reaches his ears and an awfully deeper thrust follows soon after. Although he silences his moan in time, he fails to stop the huff of breath that slips his mouth which flows directly by the microphone.
‘Jungkook-ssi, are you ok?’
‘I thought you might not have seen the message because you were busy, I texted you the place, we can meet there.’
‘Are you, by any chance, running? I just hope you are ok.’
And all Jungkook does is let out huffs of laboured breaths as he is fucked into oblivion by his ex-husband. He barely manages to collect himself, to give a final answer to the person on the line, but Taehyung is adamant on making Jungkook go through it all.
“Y-yes, I am actually in the m-middle of something. I w-will get back to y-you later.”
He declines the call as soon as he is finished speaking, and the moan that escapes him takes even Taehyung by surprise. As if in queue, his senses are serenaded as an orgasm takes over him, his body stilling for a second before it jolts visibly. Taehyung does not stop, he never did ever since he pushed his cock in. Jungkook's legs go limp as he tiptoes and then eventually balances himself by settling his feet over Taehyung’s neat shoes. Taehyung fucks him blissfully through the wave of pleasure, and all he does is shudder as his cock leak pathetically being trapped between his torso and the desk; eyes wet with stray tears because of how good he feels. He is too out of it to realise that the grip on his hair is long gone, only for Taehyung to bury his face in the crook of his neck as he continues placing stray kisses all over the outskirts of Jungkook’s nape. Taehyung, as much as he refrains from accepting it out loud, is a goner for Jungkook being lured into bliss. And him being the reason for the same does wonders to him.
Fuck, he can even make out the face Jungkook would be making. Dishevelled hair, eyes rolling back to his head, mouth parted as drool slips past the corners of his lips without much effort, cheeks having adapted crimson, as the pink flushes all over his neck; breathtakingly beautiful. Taehyung cannot stop imagining the face and along with Jungkook clenching the life out of his cock, all the pleasure travels straight to his cock.
And when he starts coming down from his high, it’s Taehyung’s voice that rings in his ears.
“How shameless, getting off to having your date hear your moans as your ex- husbands fucks you into oblivion.” Taehyung’s breath falls hot behind his ears as he registers the kisses that are being planted on his burning skin.
The stern voice starts morphing into its raw form, falling a couple of decibels deep as Taehyung's snaps his hips hastily. Jungkook is being lured into oversensitivity, but he does absolutely nothing to stop the former. He knows Taehyung gets off on seeing him like this. The hip thrusts turn erratic, and Jungkook knows what will throw him over the edge. He, in all his glory, tilts his head to look Taehyung in the eye who visibly skips on a breath. Jungkook watches the latter eyeing his spit-stained lips, plump from all the biting. And all Taehyung does is look Jungkook in the eyes as he groans and floods the warm insides with white, his mouth falling agape and eye brows knitted. Jungkook moans along with him, both of them forced to have their eyes shut as their heads rest against each other. Taehyung milks out his orgasm, plugging all the cum inside Jungkook with his cock. Their eyes open again when Taehyung’s hips halt, their gazes shining with the need for something they both want. And when Taehyung does pull out, his semen rushes out of Jungkook’s brimmed hole as he watches the same happen with fascination. He is quick to turn Jungkook around, having the latter rest his hips over the edge of the desk, the upper body leaning back without much support. Hooking an arm around the petite waist, he wastes no time in capturing the petal lips with his own. The kiss, in contrast to the way it started, lack urgency. Just them sighing and breathing as they kiss each other deeply.
Taehyung’s grip gets tighter, pulling Jungkook closer and closer, eliminating any room for the air to pass from between them. And they cannot help but rest either of their head on each other’s shoulder when they pull out. They know something has changed, they have let their emotions peek out of the shade a little more than what they settled for in this agreement. And in the process of hurting and making each other feel good, they bought more than what they could bargain for.
Fuck.
They speak in their minds at the same time.
When they leave the room, they have their signature poker face on, professional ethics along with clothes as perfect as before; except for Taehyung’s neck. The deep purple-red bruise is on full display, poor collar of his shirt not being high enough to hide it, and the teeth marks doesn’t go unnoticed either.
“No way, was what you predicted really brought out to reality?” The same advocate says with his mouth agape, having seen the pair leave as they walk through the corridor. “I told you they fight in the office, I have heard the stuff banging.”
“What are you talking about-” the surprise on Kwon’s face is hard to hide, his eyes going wide in the process as the bruise on Taehyung’s neck catches his eye.
Anyone could make out the bruise to be a bite mark, a hickey of some sort to be more precise, and the time it was created between does not leave any room for imagination; having taken into consideration the dynamics Taehyung and Jungkook share.
“Respected Mr Lee, Sir, do you really not get this?” Kwon looks done with his senior, having believed what he told him makes him feel stupid now that he can see the possible truth.
“Tsk, you still have a lot to learn, Mr Kwon.” The elder says as he eyes his subordinate. “I am telling you they are after each other’s neck, you will know as you get older.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t tell me it was in this way.” Kwon whispers as he sighs to himself.
They believe it is best when left to people’s perspective of them, it’s not like Taehyung and Jungkook care, others can suit as per their interest. Because nobody has to know what goes down in Jungkook’s office.