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The captain’s voice floats around the plane. A monotonous voice asking them to please fasten their seatbelts as they begin their descent to Hawaii. 

Taehyung bounces his leg, clicks the belt in place. Beside him, Seokjin snores, Taehyung glances at him and he smiles fondly.

He quickly pulls his lips into a scowl, he will not be fond now. Fuck Seokjin and his thick, thick head.

The airplane sways a little and Taehyung sighs and reaches for Seokjin's safety belt. Seokjin doesn’t deserve Taehyung’s kindness. If Taehyung weren’t giving him the silent treatment, he’d wake him up, but then Seokjin might think Taehyung has forgiven him, so he silently fixes the belt and sits back straight.

Seokjin slides to the side, his head hits Taehyung’s shoulder. The idiot doesn’t wake up; rather, he nuzzles Taehyung’s shoulder and smacks his lips. 

Taehyung huffs, crosses his arms and fumes .

The plane lands, not so smoothly, and when they stop, Taehyung’s hopes of Seokjin waking up on his own evaporate. He suspects Seokjin is pretending to sleep so Taehyung will have to talk to him, but that plan won’t work.

Taehyung nudges him, Seokjin whines and pushes his face against Taehyung’s neck, his sigh hits Taehyung’s skin and makes him shiver. 

Taehyung opens the seatbelt and springs up, watching in satisfaction as Seokjin fumbles into awakening. 

“What?”

Taehyung pulls his carry-on from the overhead compartment and Seokjin sighs and unbuckles his seatbelt. He stands up slowly, eyes on Taehyung. Taehyung hooks the bag strap over his shoulder and marches on, only stopping when he reaches the door and the crowd becomes too big. 

Seokjin taps him on the shoulder. “We’ll separate,” he says. “It’s crowded.”

Taehyung purses his lips and stays silent.

“Baby, come on. I don’t want to be apart.”

Taehyung’s eyes sting. He extends his hand and Seokjin takes it, threads their fingers together and lifts Taehyung’s hand to his lips, kisses his knuckles. Taehyung doesn’t turn to him but he doesn’t let go.

They nod at the attendant thanking them for taking their flight and step out.

Taehyung breathes in the salty air, closes his eyes a little and feels the warm sun on his skin.

“Oh, this is so wonderful!” Seokjin says.

Taehyung huffs and hurries forward, Seokjin clings to his hand and stumbles along. 

Honolulu is gorgeous. Palm trees and clear skies and salty air, Taehyung stares at the city through the window of their cab, ignoring Seokjin’s falsely excited chatter about where they should go. 

They arrive at their hotel and Taehyung shuffles behind Seokjin wordlessly. They don’t hold hands this time, no danger of drifting apart, but Seokjin sticks close to him and makes several halted attempts to put his hand on the small of Taehyung’s back.

The men at the hotel doors put flowers around their necks and greet them enthusiastically. Taehyung smiles and waves at them before following Seokjin to the reception desk.

“Hello,” Seokjin says in smooth English. “Honeymoon suite reservation under Seokjin Kim.” 

“Newlyweds!” The receptionist cheers and as if out of nowhere, two men with guitars and girls with hula skirts materialize before them. The girls dance and cheer as the men play a happy tune, Taehyung and Seokjin get more flowers. 

“Thank you,” he says, plastering a fake smile on. Seokjin turns to him but Taehyung averts his eyes. As soon as the fiasco and congratulations are done, Taehyung runs to the elevator.

“Baby, wait!” Seokjin calls, though he’s catching up quickly. He makes it to Taehyung just as the elevator dings.

They step into the elevator with another couple, a man and woman who start  making out shamelessly as soon as the doors close.

“Taehyung, talk to me, please.”

“You shouldn’t have gotten us the honeymoon suite,” Taehyung snaps. “We’re not newlyweds.”

“Didn’t you say this would be a honeymoon, since we didn’t get to go after our wedding?”

Taehyung gives him his back.

“Tae―”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s just an anniversary.” Repeating these words hurts . 

“Taehyung, I’m sorry. Please, babe.”

Seokjin is saying he’s sorry, but Taehyung knows he’s doing it to appease him. He’s not sorry, he doesn’t even understand why Taehyung is distraught.

“Ugh, screw you.”

They get to their floor and Taehyung marches out, leaving the couple still making out  in the elevator. 

Seokjin strolls behind him and Taehyung realizes that he doesn’t know which room is theirs. He stomps his foot and stops and Seokjin gives him a smug smile before he saunters to the correct door.

He opens it and mockingly bows, ushering Taehyung with both hands. Taehyung throws his bag at him, grinning when Seokjin nearly trips trying to catch it. He glares at Taehyung and Taehyung laughs.

The suite is huge. Floor-to-ceiling windows flood the entire place with light. The bed is cliché red and covered with rose petals. Taehyung eyes it with disdain, scoffs and turns away from it. There’s an area of the room that’s set for eating, a wooden table and two chairs, and another corner with a loveseat and a flat TV. 

He goes to the balcony door and opens it. The breeze seeps in, lifts the tails of the white sheer curtains and Taehyung’s hair. Taehyung steps outside and stares at the ocean. It stretches on forever; the white shore curves around the water where it dances upon the sand in waves and Taehyung’s chest constricts. 

He was lighter, a year ago, when he was here with Yoongi. Though they had a smaller room, there was no oppressiveness or expectations and Taehyung was excited.

Now he’s just sad.

“Babe, wanna shower?” The suggestive tone pisses Taehyung off. 

“You’re really crazy if you think I’ll shower with you.”

“At least tell me why you’re mad at me!”

Taehyung whirls on him. “You should fucking know!”

Seokjin pinches the bridge of his nose, shakes his head. Taehyung crosses his arms and looks away. 

“I’ll shower alone.”

He goes to do just that. As he makes it to the closet, he thinks Seokjin’s idea to send their luggage in advance doesn’t sound so bad now. It’s good to have their things arrange―

“Seokjin?”

“Yes, love?”

“Did you not say you’ll pay the staff to unpack for us?”

“Yep.”

Taehyung steps aside and points at the closet. The empty closet. Seokjin eyes it, his face morphing into anger.

“I’ll call them.”

He marches to the phone, gait oozing power. It’s his CEO walk, power in his movement, shoulders straight and head high. Taehyung’s stomach knots; he licks his lips, bites the bottom one as he listens to Seokjin speaking on the phone.

Taehyung’s mad at him, but God above he’s hot. 

He averts his eyes, looks to the sky through the window. 

Seokjin harrumphs. “So.”

“Ugh, this already sounds bad.”

Seokjin laughs but he’s lost his aura of confidence. Taehyung narrows his eyes.

“Out with it.”

“They sent our luggage to the wrong hotel. In Osaka, Japan.”

“What?” he shrieks. “You sent our things to Japan?”

Seokjin lifts his index finger. “I didn’t. There was a mistake and―”

“Fuck this. I told you not to send them ahead of time!”

“You can’t blame me for this,” Seokjin whines.

“Yes, I can. Because it’s your fault. You and your lazy rich ass not wanting to have to carry a fucking bag.” 

“Taehyung.”

Taehyung turns away. He sits on the bed and covers his face, irrational tears springing to his eyes. 

“Come on, love. It’s not that bad. They know which ones, they’ll resend them. We’ll get them in three days.”

“I suppose you want us to walk around butt naked in the meantime?”

Seokjin moves, kneels in front of Taehyung and pulls his hands away from his face. He smiles at Taehyung, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“No, baby. My rich ass will buy us everything we need. There are a lot of shops around.”

Taehyung pouts. “I’m tired. I want to shower and sleep until tomorrow. We just flew in.”

Seokjin strains up, kisses Taehyung’s temple.

“Go shower. I’ll be here with clothes when you’re out.”

Taehyung nods. He doesn’t tell Seokjin that he packed some of their sex toys, or lingerie. He was planning to surprise him, so they can fully enjoy their honeymoon.

It doesn’t matter now, anyway.

He gets up and goes to the shower. He turns the faucet and strips where he stands before he steps under the stream.

A sigh leaves him, he closes his eyes as hot water hits his tired muscles. Being with Seokjin for over a year, Taehyung has gotten used to certain luxuries, and sometimes he takes them for granted. An international flight, even in first class, makes him remember his appreciation for good water pressure. 

Like promised, Seokjin is back with new clothes by the time Taehyung steps out. He also bought Taehyung’s face cream and the shampoo he usually uses, fluffy slippers and a teddy bear.

Taehyung scowls at it. “What’s this thing for?”

“I thought you’d like it.”

“Well, I don’t.”

Seokjin flings it to the corner of the room and walks past Taehyung, slamming the bathroom door behind him.

Taehyung removes the towel from around his hips and rummages through the bags Seokjin’s brought. Too many, he decides. Seokjin has a habit of over buying. He pulls out striped pajamas, the right half light blue and the left navy. With shorts as bottoms. Taehyung rolls his eyes as he puts them on.

He throws himself at the bed, sending petals flying everywhere. The smell of roses surrounds him and he sighs, sinking into the mattress. He wiggles around, turns to glare at the bathroom door.

What’s taking Seokjin so long?

He flips to his back and closes his eyes, strains his ears. The water is no longer on, so Seokjin will be out any moment now. 

The door opens and Seokjin’s humming is cut short, presumably because he sees Taehyung ‘sleeping’. Taehyung doesn't move, keeps his breathing slow.

Seokjin shuffles around, and Taehyung’s skin grows hot and prickles. 

Finally, Seokjin settles next to him and Taehyung holds his breath. Seokjin reaches for him, pulls him to his chest and Taehyung sighs in relief and curls into his embrace.

When Seokjin wishes him goodnight and kisses his forehead, Taehyung pretends to be asleep.

He wakes up alone the next morning and he jumps up. Heart hammering, eyes darting all over the room.

“Seokjin?”

The drapes are all drawn shut, and the light is dim. Taehyung reaches for his phone and frowns at the time.

11:32 a.m.

Shouldn’t the sun be up?

He dials Seokjin and it rings twice before he remembers he’s mad at him and shouldn’t go out of his skin just because he woke up alone in bed. He glares at the room’s door until it opens and Seokjin steps in.

“Sorry I didn’t pick up, I was on the way here.”

Taehyung grunts. He bounces his leg, holds the edge of the bed. 

“Bad news, baby.”

“More?” 

He looks up and his breath leaves him. Seokjin is wearing blue shorts and a black tank top, his collar bones revealed and entirely too much skin showing. His hair is messy and unbrushed, unlike the slicked back appearance he goes for usually. He’s effortlessly hot, and Taehyung’s stomach tightens.

“Are you listening?”

Taehyung blinks and Seokjin chuckles fondly. He walks closer and reaches for Taehyung but Taehyung pushes his hand away. He knows Seokjin wants to ruffle his hair and Taehyung is still too annoyed to let him be so affectionate.

“As I was saying, bad news.” He goes to the windows and pulls the curtains aside. Taehyung scowls at the dark sky.

He whines. “Seriously? You booked us a week during a fucking hurricane?” 

“You're not really blaming me, are you?” 

“Who else would I blame?” 

Seokjin shrugs. “God. The Universe. Negative pressure.” 

Taehyung sighs, rubs his face. “How bad is it?” 

“It'll last a while, but it's not dangerous. The staff assured me that the hotel is safe, we won’t get any water inside and our meals will be delivered to us.”

“How long?” 

Seokjin curls his shoulder up and smiles. “Three days.”

“Oh fuck that. I’m not staying in a room with you for three days!”

Seokjin’s expression morphs to hurt and Taehyung regrets his words. He ducks his head and purses his lips, fists his hands in the sheets.

“We were planning to stay anyway. What with the amount of lube you packed.”

“Our luggage isn’t here, now is it?”

“Doesn’t matter.” A smile lifts his lips. “I bought us lube when I went shopping yesterday. Two bottles.” He lifts two fingers as if to stress his point. 

Taehyung is not impressed.

“Well, fucking drink it.”

Seokjin rubs his nape, pushes his hand up and messes his hair then shakes his head like a dog. Taehyung’s throat dries, he shifts on the edge of the bed then jumps to his feet and runs to the bathroom.

The man is too damn hot. Taehyung is trying to prove a point, God dammit.

The shower and teeth brushing can waste only so much time and Taehyung has to leave the bathroom eventually. He kills another twenty minutes or so blowing out his hair, lamenting the fact that all his make-up is in the fucking bags Seokjin sent to Osaka. That would’ve been another fifteen minutes. 

He huffs at his reflection, fluffs up his brown locks and tries a smile then scowls.

“You’re not trying to impress him, Kim Taehyung,” he tells the mirror. His heart disagrees, skips a beat at the prospect of getting praise from Seokjin and he thinks about his make-up again. About the panties and the garter belt he hid in his suitcase to surprise Seokjin.

It’s all ruined now, and he’s spending his honeymoon - It’s just an anniversary- hiding in the bathroom to avoid his husband. 

His stupid, jaw-droppingly hot, unbothered husband, who doesn’t even ask why Taehyung is taking too long in the bathroom. It must’ve been over an hour. Does Seokjin really not care?

He wraps a towel around his hips and saunters out of the bathroom. Seokjin is sitting on the loveseat, sprawled with his legs apart and leaning onto the back of the seat, flipping through his phone. Taehyung trails his eyes up Seokjin’s legs and to his crotch then whips his head away, goes to the closet.

He’s putting on a show, he knows; swaying his hips, walking slower than he needs to. He glances at Seokjin and huffs. Seokjin’s eyes are still glued to the phone screen.

Taehyung yanks the closet door open, mutters under his breath as he takes in the clothes. Seokjin isn’t looking at him.

He slams the door shut, heat rising in his chest and his skin prickling. He takes a few breaths and turns to Seokjin and his blood boils at the sight of him, nonchalantly scrolling on his fucking phone.

Taehyung can’t take it anymore.

“Seokjin.”

Seokjin glances up, only his eyes moving and the heat in Taehyung’s chest turns to consuming fire. He hooks his index in the edge of the towel and tugs at it. It thumps softly on the ground.

Seokjin rakes his eyes up and down Taehyung’s form, lifts an eyebrow. Taehyung preens under his attention, loves that he has it now and hates how much he’s craving more. All of it.

Seokjin should be following him around, asking why he’s angry, trying to get Taehyung’s forgiveness but he’s there, watching Taehyung with a raised eyebrow and a slow smile curling his lips.

Taehyung goes to him, folds himself on the ground between his legs and reaches to his shorts. Seokjin makes no move to stop him, doesn’t even drop the phone.

“What are you doing?”

Taehyung pulls Seokjin’s cock out, finds some relief at finding it hardening already.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” 

“Blowing me,” Seokjin says. “But why? I thought you were mad at me?”

Taehyung fumes. So you do remember I’m mad at you .

“I wanted to suck dick on my honeymoon, and God help me I’m not going to let you ruin it for me.”

Seokjin laughs and Taehyung grips his cock a bit too hard, relishes the wince it gets him. He leans in and licks one of Seokjin’s balls, glances up at him. Seokjin’s nostrils flare, eyes intense and he’s staring at Taehyung. Finally, with all his attention. Taehyung grins, laps the shaft up and rolls his tongue around the tip before he takes it into his mouth and sucks gently.

He slithers his hands up Seokjin’s thighs, pushes them further apart before he swallows his cock down, gagging on it. Seokjin curses and Taehyung closes his eyes and takes him deeper, feels the familiar burn in the back of his throat, the muscles contracting around Seokjin, trying to force him out.

Taehyung pulls back a little, bobs his head and swallows again and Seokjin groans.

“Fucking hell, Taehyung.”

Taehyung looks up, locks their eyes and hollows his cheeks. Seokjin hardens in his mouth, and Taehyung moves back so the head settles on his tongue. He reaches for Seokjin’s wrist, ghosts his fingers on the pulse then slides them up. The phone falls from Seokjin’s slack grip and Taehyung pushes his fingers between Seokjin’s and clutches, Seokjin grabs back and Taehyung closes his eyes and moans, shoving Seokjin’s cock deeper again.

It tastes heavy, salty. Taehyung loves it, loves the pain in his throat, the cool of his drool dripping down his chin and the wet sounds filling his ears. Seokjin’s harsh breaths, his hand fisting Taehyung’s hair. He thrusts shallowly, curses and Taehyung sucks harder, whines.

“Yeah?” Seokjin rasps. “Want me to fuck your throat?”

Taehyung takes more, gurgles. Seokjin bucks up, and Taehyung chokes but Seokjin uses the grip on his hair to keep him in place, fucks slow and lazy. 

He’s holding Seokjin’s hand so tight it hurts, breathing through his nose, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. He squeezes them shut and Seokjin lets go of his hair and cups his face, wipes Taehyung’s wet lashes with his thumb.

“So pretty,” he whispers.

Taehyung moans, his cock is so hard now, and he can feel the precome wetting the tip. He bucks into the air, whines again. Seokjin chuckles, fucks harder and slides his hand down. He presses his thumb on Taehyung’s neck, right against where the tip of his cock is hitting inside and Taehyung keens, more drool dripping down his chin.

He looks up, and Seokjin understands. He lets him go and Taehyung pulls back, gasps. Seokjin’s cock is red and shiny with spit and Taehyung wants nothing more than to have it down his throat again but he started this to get back at Seokjin, to get a semblance of control. He gulps, eyes dropping half shut at the ache in his throat and he takes Seokjin’s cock in a loose grip and suckles at the tip.

He rubs his thumb on the underside of Seokjin’s cock, the same way and rhythm he moves his tongue under the tip and holds Seokjin’s eyes. Seokjin bites his lip, bucks up then throws his head back. The cords in his neck stand in clear contrast and Taehyung closes his eyes as Seokjin’s release floods his mouth.

He drinks it all up, laps the drops that escape and smacks his lips. He smiles up at Seokjin and tucks his cock back in the shorts, pats his crotch.

Seokjin’s gaze on him is blazing hot. He licks his lips and Taehyung’s heart jumps. Seokjin slides off the loveseat, onto his knees.

He wraps Taehyung’s waist with his arms and kisses him, hard and deep and Taehyung loses the air in his lungs. Seokjin kisses arrogantly, like he knows the effect he has, licking into Taehyung’s mouth and smirking at his whines.

He pushes him back onto the floor, breaks the kiss and drags his teeth down Taehyung’s jaw and neck, bites his nipple before he licks his way to Taehyung’s hipbone. He sucks a mark there, laps at the crease of Taehyung’s thigh before he lifts his leg up and hooks it over his shoulder.

“My turn,” he says, then he takes Taehyung’s cock into his mouth.

Taehyung arches up and Seokjin places his arm across his hips and pins him down, sucks harder. Seojin doesn’t tease, he hits all the spots he knows drive Taehyung insane, takes him down to his throat and swallows around him and the ripples make Taehyung yell. He lifts Taehyung’s leg higher up and Taehyung wails, his toes curling in the air as he slides his other foot on the floor, spreading himself wider, moaning loud.

“Seokjin, oh God. Seokjin.”

Seokjin hums, bobs his head and moves his tongue, a clever flick that has Taehyung seeing stars. His gut tightens, and he can’t feel the small of his back, he shuts his eyes and lets go, pleasure hitting him like lightning.

Seokjin swallows everything, pulls back and kisses the tip of Taehyung’s cock. He sits up, keeps Taehyung’s leg over his shoulder and smirks at Taehyung.

“There now, feeling less cranky?”

The haze of orgasm evaporates. Taehyung kicks with his heel, hits Seokjin’s shoulder blade. Seokjin grunts, drops his leg and stands up.

“Fuck you, Taehyung.”

“You know what. Let’s .” 

Maybe if he comes again, he won’t end up strangling his husband and widowing himself. 

“Oh that’s rich,” Seokjin says. “So this is it, huh? I’m just a dick?”

“You’re being a real dick, yeah. Might as well be the fun type.”

“Taehyung, this is my fucking last nerve you’re getting on.”

Taehyung stands up, pushes his hair back with his fingers and slowly walks to the bed. Seokjin huffs, takes off his tank top, his hand goes to the hem of his shorts.

“Seriously? We’ll have sex but you won’t tell me why you’re being a bitch?”

He slides the shorts down and Taehyung turns away from him. He opens the nightstand drawer and rolls his eyes at the bottles and tubes of lube there.

“You were the one who bought the lube, dear husband.” He picks out one of them, strawberry-flavored. Seokjin is nothing if not ambitious. He throws it on the bed and climbs onto it.

“How do you want to do this?” Seokjin asks, his voice coming closer. Taehyung feels the bed dips as Seokjin gets into it, then Seokjin’s heat and his breath on Taehyung’s nape.

“From behind,” Taehyung says. “I can’t even look at you right now.”

“Works fine with me. Act like a bitch, fucked like a bitch.”

Taehyung doesn’t deign to answer, doesn’t acknowledge the heat curling in his stomach. Seokjin grips his ankle and yanks and Taehyung yelps. Gasps as Seokjin smacks his thigh.

“Up.”

Taehyung flips to his chest, lifts his ass into the air and wiggles and gets another smack. He whines into the pillow, his skin smarting and his toes curling.

Seokjin reaches for the lube, pours it on Taehyung’s hole and pushes it in with two fingers. Taehyung keens, rolls his hips back.

“Flavored, huh? You’re seriously out of your mind if you think you’ll get your ass eaten with this kind of attitude.”

Taehyung huffs. Doesn’t answer. Seokjin twists his fingers, Taehyung bites his lips.

“Really now? The silent treatment? During sex you asked for?”

Taehyung arches, Seokjin curls his fingers and Taehyung shuts his eyes. God, it’s good and now that Taehyung’s trying to remain silent, Seokjin is playing dirty. He adds another finger, pulls them all out and fucks in gently, avoiding Taehyung’s spot but the stretch and the rhythm still feel so good and Seokjin knows Taehyung loves this.

“Now,” Seokjin says. “I’ll keep doing this until you beg. Or tell me why you’re mad.”

Taehyung won’t beg. He knows Seokjin wants him just as much as he does. It’s not the want he doubts.

He wiggles, spreads his legs wider and clenches his asshole around Seokjin’s fingers. Seokjin curses, jams them harder and Taehyung yelps. Seokjin bows over him, covers him up, chest to back and overwhelming heat. He speaks against the shell of Taehyung’s ear.

“Tell me, baby. What got you so angry with me, hmm?” 

Taehyung shivers and Seokjin licks over his lobe, fucks his fingers faster and reaches around. He wraps his hand around Taehyung’s cock, and it’s lubed up and hot, has Taehyung jerking forward into his touch. Seokjin tuts, plasters himself closer and Taehyung plants his knees so he won’t fall. He can feel Seokjin’s cock on the swell of his ass and he bucks toward it. Seokjin laughs, bites his ear.

“I think you'll beg,” he taunts. 

“Fuck you.”

Seokjin thrusts his fingers, drives a keen out of Taehyung. He laughs, the absolute bastard, screws his fingers in and strokes Taehyung’s cock. He knows everything about Taehyung’s body, every spot and every preference. Knows how crazy Taehyung gets when he’s bitten, knows Taehyung’s ribs and ears are sensitive and he pushes every button. 

Taehyung bucks under him, trying hard to suppress his moans but they spill out nonetheless. He’s trembling all over, holding on to the sheets and Seokjin keeps fucking him with his fingers, gripping the base of his cock tight every time Taehyung is about to come.

Taehyung twists, rocks back, hoping to change the angle and Seokjin clicks his tongue and shoves him down onto the mattress, settling on top of him so he’s completely trapped. He pulls his hand away from Taehyung’s cock, grabs his hip and ruts on his ass and drills him with three fingers. 

“Come on, Tae. Beg.”

“No,” Taehyung wheezes, thrashing under Seokjin. He turns his face, glares at Seokjin and Seokjin grins at him, leans down and bites his shoulder. Taehyung muffles his moan in the pillow, clamps his teeth on it and Seokjin laughs again.

“I can still hear you,” he pants, pulls his fingers almost all the way out then shoves them in again, right against Taehyung’s prostate. Taehyung hisses, jolts. “Not so silent now, are you?”

He bites Taehyung’s neck, pinches skin between his teeth and gnaws at it and Taehyung’s head is getting hazy. Seokjin’s weight keeps him flat, his fingers feel too good but he’s trapped and can’t rut his cock, the need to come pools in his gut and drives him insane.

“Seokjin,” he whines.

“Yes, baby?” Mock-sympathetic. Taehyung’s blood boils. 

“Don’t you want to feel me?” he says. “Sink into me? I'm so wet and open.”

Seokjin gasps, his next bite is sharper. Taehyung smiles.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

Taehyung rocks his hips back best as he could, spreads his legs. “You can,” he says. “You’ll just have to beg.”

“Screw you.”

Taehyung hums. “Not with that attitude, you won’t.”

Seokjin pulls back and Taehyung flinches. Suddenly empty and cold. He lifts himself up on his elbows, turns back. Seokjin is sitting on his haunches, panting and staring at him with narrow eyes.

Seokjin keeps their eyes locked as he reaches for the lube and squeezes it on his palm, strokes his cock and tilts his head to the side, raises a brow. Taehyung turns away from him, widens his knees and pushes his ass up and Seokjin gets behind him again, places the tip of his cock against Taehyung’s hole.

“I won’t beg, Taehyung,” he says, kisses Taehyung’s nape. “And you won’t stop me.” He sinks in slowly, and Taehyung closes his eyes and sighs.

“Well, I didn’t beg either.”

Seokjin freezes, cock halfway in and Taehyung clenches on it. Seokjin hisses, bucks forward and Taehyung arches back and takes him all the way inside.

“You little shit.”

He pulls out and slams in, sending Taehyung forward. He keeps at it, fucks Taehyung like he has a point to prove, ramming into him so hard the slap of their skin echoes and the bed rocks with them. Taehyung reaches up, braces himself with a hand on the headboard and meets Seokjin’s thrusts head on.

Seokjin grunts, pistons his hips and Taehyung places his other hand on the headboard too, rolls his hips back and moans loud. 

“Seokjin,” he calls, eyes tearing up, rolling back. “God. So good, so good.”

Seokjin grabs his hips, pulls him onto his cock in time with his hips, fucking him so deep Taehyung thinks he’ll lose his mind. He’s babbling, doesn’t know what he’s saying anymore and Seokjin’s murmuring encouragement between his shoulder blades, dropping kisses along his vertebrae

“Taehyung, Tae.”

Taehyung hiccups, his arms give out and he falls face first into the pillow. Seokjin hugs his waist, fucks into him and licks his pulse.

“Come, baby.”

Taehyung seizes up, his entire body turning to stone then relaxing. He comes over the sheets, spurts of heat and pleasure. He makes a small hurt sound and Seokjin stills inside him, fills him with his release. They slump down, pant and Seokjin rolls off of him and plops on his side.

He slides a palm up the curve of Taehyung’s spine, squeezes his nape and sneaks his fingers between Taehyung’s strands, combs through them. Taehyung closes his eyes and leans back into his touch.

“You’re like a cat,” Seokjin murmurs, a smile in his voice. Taehyung turns and cuddles up to him and Seokjin gathers him close.

“Seokjin.”

“Yes, love?”

Taehyung purses his lips. He feels calmer now that they touched, now that he’s lying in Seokjin’s arms, the pit in his stomach less threatening. Maybe he can tell Seokjin why he’s upset. Perhaps Seokjin wouldn’t think it’s silly, even when Taehyung knows he doesn’t care about these things as much as Taehyung does.

“About the wedding.”

“What wedding?” Seokjin whispers.

Taehyung tenses. He takes a long breath, trying to not spiral down. He knows he’s being too much about it, but he made a big deal out of it, didn’t speak to Seokjin for the entire flight and now it’s embarrassing to admit the reason.

Seokjin so clearly doesn’t see on the same eye-level.

“Tae? What wedding?”

Taehyung’s eyes sting. 

Someone knocks on the door.

“Just a second!” Seokjin calls. He detangles himself from Taehyung, pulls the covers over him and hurriedly puts his clothes on.

Taehyung watches him, the words he wants to say getting heavier. He swallows them down and they form a lump in his throat and Taehyung’s stomach knots. He can’t tell Seokjin, Seokjin will think it’s stupid.

Hell, it is stupid. He knows it is, why can’t he just apologize for being cranky and let it go?

Because it’s bothering me.

Because I was excited and felt like I was let down.

The person at the door is one of the hotel’s staff. She’s tanned all over, and wearing too little cloth, in Taehyung’s honest opinion and she definitely steps closer to Seokjin than any conversation needs her to be.

Taehyung clears his throat, sits up in bed but neither of them pay attention to him, why are they talking so low?”

He clears his throat again, more pointedly. She glances at him, smiles.

“Does Mr. Kim want anything?” she says, looking back at Seokjin. Seokjin turns to him, switches back to Korean.

“Do you, baby?”

Taehyung crosses his arms. “Just make her leave already.”

Seokjin frowns but when he faces her again, he smiles. Bright and friendly.  He hasn’t smiled like that at Taehyung since they left the airport back in Incheon. Taehyung scowls.

“Thank you,” he says in English. “We don’t need anything. We call if we do.”

He’s not sure if the words are dismissive enough, his vocabulary isn’t impressive. He hopes the tone makes up for it. She smiles up at Seokjin and says something that Taehyung doesn’t entirely understand but knows it’s something along the lines of Call me any time.

Whore.

Seokjin closes the door after her.

“She said the meals will be delivered to the rooms. There won’t be buffets anymore.”

“Great. Did she also say how many positions she wanted you to fuck her in?”

Seokjin’s eyes widen. “Excuse me?”

Taehyung leaves the bed. He needs another shower. Seokjin follows him, holds his wrist before he opens the bathroom door and yanks him around so he’s facing him. Seokjin’s eyes are burning, his lips a thin line. Angry and gorgeous. Taehyung’s heart picks up.

“What is wrong with you?”

Taehyung breaks the hold and tips his chin up. “Me? What’s wrong with you? Flirting right in front of me. On our fucking honeymoon!”

Seokjin sputters. “Taehyung. I was just being nice.”

“She was all over you!”

“So? How is that my fault?”

Taehyung seethes. “You were all smiles and sun-shines, not exactly sending the I’m happily married message.”

Seokjin steps closer to him, right up in his space. His hot breath falls on Taehyung’s lips.

“Stop fucking talking, Taehyung. You’re really pissing me off.”

“Good!”

Seokjin growls, pushes him and follows him. Taehyung’s back hits the wall with a thud and his pained sound gets lost in Seokjin’s kiss. Seokjin grips his hips and shoves him hard, places his thigh between Taehyung’s and molds them closer and Taehyung sags into it for a second, closing his eyes and letting Seokjin’s fiery kiss enthrall him.

He remembers he’s supposed to be mad and turns his face away.

“I don’t want to kiss you,” he pants.

Seokjin stills. He even stops breathing for a second, stares at Taehyung like Taehyung slapped him. Taehyung’s heart pangs, tears at him from the inside and he wants to take the words back.

It’s not serious. Tell him you didn’t mean it. You’re being an idiot, Taehyung.

“I―”

Seokjin flips him around and slams him to the wall again, crowding against him. Taehyung arches up.

“Seokji―mmfff.” Seokjin covers his mouth with his hand, a savagely tight hold. 

“Are you going to stop me?” he asks. His voice is deep, carrying a tremor of anger. Taehyung’s eyes water, he shakes his head no. “Then shut up.”

Taehyung moans into Seokjin’s palm, slumps against him and Seokjin shoves him onto the wall, pushes his hips against Taehyung’s ass. Seokjin’s hard again and Taehyung shuts his eyes and curves his ass back, spreads his legs.

“You talk big,” Seokjin says, smearing his tongue on Taehyung’s pulse, licking up to his ear. “But your actions contradict you. You pretend not to want me, and here you are spreading your legs like a whore.”

“Mmm, nnnnhg.”

Seokjin bites his shoulder, right on top of an aching spot from their previous round. Taehyung spasms in his hold.

“See? Whore .”

Taehyung’s eyes tear up, his breaths come short and heat travels through him. He’s hard now, leaking at the tip and Seokjin did nothing but shut him up and call him a whore. Taehyung shakes his head again, Seokjin tsks.

“Now, now. You don’t want to be kissed. You want to be fucked . Like a whore.”

Taehyung whines, bucks back. Seokjin’s clothes grate on his sensitive skin, make him whine again. 

Seokjin lets go of him and Taehyung sags onto the wall, blinks away tears. He stays where he is though, afraid that if he moves, Seokjin won’t come back to him. His legs tremble, he curls smaller, places both hands on the wall. He sees Seokjin’s feet next to his, then Seokjin kicks the inside of his ankle, forces Taehyung to spread his legs wider before settling behind him.

He fits his cock between Taehyung’s ass cheeks, lubed up already, and he thrusts slowly, the tip catching on Taehyung’s rim, sending shocks of pleasure through him. He buzzes with need, wants Seokjin inside him again, hates this feeling brewing in his gut.

“Seok―”

Seokjin shoves two of his fingers into Taehyung’s mouth, deep enough to gag him.

“Unless you want me to stop, you shut the fuck up.” It’s low, a little scary. Taehyung’s toes curl, he turns his cheek to the wall and glances at Seokjin over his shoulder. Seokjin rubs the tips of his fingers on Taehyung’s tongue, pushing them in and out.

“That’s it,” he croons. “Use this mouth of yours for something useful.”

Taehyung whimpers, sucks and licks at Seokjin’s fingers and Seokjin keeps them there and resumes his slow rocking motion, making Taehyung keen and jolts every time his cock teases Taehyung’s hole.

“Plee’the.” Taehyung begs around the fingers in his mouth, a tear slipping down his cheek.

“No,” Seokjin says. Taehyung clamps down on his fingers and Seokjin hisses, slaps Taehyung’s ass but Taehyung isn’t deterred. He rocks back, bites Seokjin again and Seokjin pulls his fingers out and clutches Taehyung’s hips with both hands, pulling him so his back is bent and he’s braced against the wall. 

He doesn’t waste any more time, fucks in, sheathing himself right to the hilt before he drags his cock out and thrusts in again. He drills into Taehyung, hard snaps. It hurts, and Taehyung twists and squirms, tiptoes and moans for it.

“Seokjin,” he calls. Seokjin grips his chin, digs his fingers into Taehyung’s cheeks and squeezes. Taehyung jerks, comes with a shrill cry. 

“Fuck, fuck.” 

Seokjin bites his neck, buries himself as deep as he can before his cock twitches. Taehyung feels him coming inside, feels it trickle out of him and along the insides of his thigh and his knees buckle. Seokjin catches him around his waist, props him up and they gasp for air together.

“Seokjin―”

“I don’t want to hear it,” Seokjin snaps.

Taehyung grits his teeth and summons the last of his strength to push Seokjin away. He turns and glares at him and Seokjin averts his eyes, his mouth twisted, deep lines between his brows and his hands fisted on his sides.

Taehyung puts his hands on Seokjin’s chest and shoves, Seokjin stumbles a few steps back but says nothing. Taehyung storms past him, hides in the shower.

Seokjin goes in the second Taehyung steps out from the bathroom, slams the door after him and Taehyung flinches.

They don’t talk after, stew in silence. Later on, they eat their cold lunch and Seokjin calls to tell room service he doesn’t want dinner.

“I don’t want to eat, either,” Taehyung mumbles. He holds his breath, eyes Seokjin’s tense shoulders. 

Seokjin turns to the side a bit, enough for Taehyung to see him nod once before he says.

“No dinner at all,” into the phone.

Taehyung’s heart sinks. If Seokjin doesn’t pester him to eat, then Taehyung has really fucked up.

He bites the inside of his cheek, but he can’t find the words to fix everything. It’s too stupid, and he’s caused so much hurt over it. He doesn’t think he can ever tell Seokjin now.

Seokjin marches to the love-seat, sits down and pulls his phone, scrolls furiously. Taehyung sighs. He goes to the bed and settles on his side, and he stays there until it’s late enough for him to sleep.

He slides down and pulls the covers up, reaches to the side and turns off the lamp. Waits with bated breath. Seokjin moves around, shuffles, goes to the bathroom.

The bed dips, Taehyung’s heart climbs to his throat. 

He turns and Seokjin is already looking at him, his eyes are glassy, reflecting what little light there is in the dark of the room. Taehyung hasn’t ever slept outside of his arms after that fateful January he thought he’d never see Seokjin again, and the thought of going back there physically pains him. 

He makes a small, hurt sound and Seokjin releases something similar, opens his arms. Taehyung goes to him, collides with his chest and whimpers as Seokjin gathers him close and holds him tight.

Taehyung breathes out, closes his eyes and falls asleep. 

He wakes up with a groan, every muscle in his body protesting. He turns to his side and slides his hand along the sheets. 

Seokjin isn't here. Again. 

He opens his eyes, his sense of panic dissipating as he catches sight of Seokjin, sitting at the table with a mug of coffee in his hand and his phone in the other. 

Taehyung groggily rolls to the edge of the bed and straightens up. His ass hurts, one of his hamstrings. He rubs at his face and smiles into his palms. It's been a while since they had so much sex in one day. 

He stands up, lifts his arms over his head and arches his back, going on tiptoes. He moans at the stretch, rolls his shoulders. 

He opens his eyes and they lock with Seokjin's heated gaze. Seokjin drags it up and down, unabashed and deliberate. It's like being touched with fire and Taehyung's gut tightens with want. 

Seokjin gestures with his chin and Taehyung glances at the direction. There's food on the table in front of the chair opposite Seokjin. Taehyung complies, dutifully sits at the table. Seokjin's eyes go back to his phone and Taehyung pours himself tea. 

His mood goes south the longer they remain silent, his eyes sting. He usually cherishes these times when Seokjin is home for breakfast and now Seokjin won't even look at him. 

He picks up a buttered piece of toast and nibbles on it, sipping tea after. It soothes his throat and he lifts his hand up, gently holds his neck as he swallows. 

Seokjin huffs and springs up. He marches to the love-seat and plops down, giving his back to Taehyung. 

Taehyung tries not to be hurt by it, but he's never been immune to Seokjin. He feels the urge to please curling in his belly, a haze of smoke at the back of his mind and it's why he eats the cut fruits on the plate that Seokjin's set. He knows Seokjin dislikes when he doesn't eat. 

The staff member who comes to clear the dishes and clean up is thankfully not the same person from before, Seokjin doesn't even get up from his spot, letting Taehyung handle them. It makes Taehyung even more guilty about yesterday, and once again his overreaction sets him up and he's too embarrassed to say anything about it. 

Just like them, the storm rages. Rain hitting the window insistently, as if trying to get inside. Thunder roars and lightning flashes, and soon, the electricity is cut off. 

A concierge arrives a few minutes later to assure them that the generator is fine and the blackout is just a safety measure. 

“Everything will be back to normal as soon as the downpour lets up.”

They hand them candles and apologize for the inconvenience before they leave. Once again, Seokjin acts like he doesn't hear what's going on in the room. 

There's scarce light, but Taehyung sets the candles aside for now. He goes back to bed, sits on the edge then stands up to pace again. His skin feels like something borrowed from a person two sizes smaller. Taehyung scratches his forearms, arches his back again, hoping to fit. He bounces his leg, wrings his hands. 

If they're not talking, how will he know Seokjin still loves him? The idea climbs up his throat and chokes him, refuses to budge. He paces the room, heart picking up speed and breath coming hard. 

“Would you fucking settle.” 

“I have nothing to do.”

Seokjin finally moves. He stands up, goes to the window and pulls the curtain to the side a little. Lightning greets him, and Seokjin steps away, the cloth of the curtain slides back into place with the thunder. 

It hits again; in the far distance a siren goes off. Taehyung's ears ring for a different reason, and as lightning flashes behind Seokjin, cutting him clear edged and dangerous against the background, Taehyung's fingers tremble. 

“Seokjin,” he says, his chest rising and falling hard. Seokjin turns to him and gulps. 

“What do you want?” 

He doesn't know. He remains silent. Seokjin studies his face, smiles sadly before he advances on him. Taehyung takes a step back, heart drumming in his chest, the glint in Seokjin’s eyes makes him shiver. 

Seokjin grabs his wrist, pulls him in and Taehyung tips his chin. Seokjin tilts his head, slides his lips along Taehyung's jaw and bites under its ridge. Taehyung jolts and Seokjin clutches him close, worries another patch of skin between his teeth, trailing a path of bites down his neck and shoulder. 

“Seokjin,” Taehyung calls. Seokjin grips him harder and Taehyung arches into his touch, craving more. This is the only way for him to feel close to Seokjin now, maybe if they touch enough, Taehyung's fear will disappear and he'll be able to talk to Seokjin, tell him he's sorry for blowing everything off proportions.

“Seokjin.”

“Shhhhh.” 

Taehyung nods and Seokjin unbuttons his pajama top, slips it off his shoulders. Taehyung stares at him, panting, need coiling in his gut, tight and painful. He's always wanted Seokjin, wanted him near and desperate. Even before he loved him, he craved him and now with Seokjin's fingers tracing lines over his collar bone, Taehyung feels that impossible want like a rising tide. He leans in and Seokjin turns his face, doesn't kiss him and Taehyung wants to scream. 

You told him not to kiss you. 

The childish urge to push Seokjin away babbles in his chest but his need drowns it out and he follows Seokjin's tug. Seokjin drags him to the table, bends him over it and Taehyung goes easily. 

Seokjin walks away but before Taehyung can turn around to see where he went, he's pushed back down. Seokjin's hand between his shoulder blades, pinning him to the wood. 

A chair scratches the floor and Seokjin sits behind him, his hands landing on Taehyung's ass cheeks, squeezing before he parts them and blows right over his home. 

Taehyung shakes, spreads his legs and tiptoes, pushes his ass back and Seokjin chuckles. 

“Going to enjoy myself,” he says. “This time, I'm really not letting you go until you beg me to fuck you.” 

Taehyung groans, already knowing that he will. He's buzzing, so close to pleading and Seokjin hasn't even started. Fuck, he pulled up a chair, like Taehyung's ass is really his meal. Just the thought has him squirming.

Seokjin leans in again, touches his teeth to the rim, grazing it and Taehyung shivers, skin breaking into goosebumps. Seokjin drags his chair closer, fits his legs between Taehyung’s, side of his thighs on the inside of Taehyung’s knees, Seokjin opens his legs, forcing Taehyung to spread his accommodate. He rubs Taehyung’s ass and hums, then he plants a kiss right under the fold on one ass cheek.

“Com―Ah!” His protest turns into a high moan as Seokjin licks along his crack, nasty and wet, trails his tongue down and stabs the tip into Taehyung hole. He doesn’t tease or hold back, licks right inside, pushing his tongue as far as it can go and fucking Taehyung with it. 

Taehyung tries to rock back but Seokjin tightens his hold and spreads his legs more. Taehyung’s right toe is barely touching the ground now and he feels like he’s going to fall despite the sharp edge of the table digging into his hips.

The wet sounds fill Taehyung’s ears, his panting and the squeak of the table’s legs if Seokjin pushes too hard. Taehyung is losing his mind and Seokjin doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to take this further. 

Sitting down to eat

Taehyung chokes, gasps and claws at the table and Seokjin laps at him, sucks at the rim and fits a finger in. It’s slippery and Taehyung whines as another joins it, Seokjin licking around them, scissoring them and slithering his tongue in between.

Seokjin hums, withdraws his fingers. Taehyung feels more slick over his crack, Seokjin must’ve got the lube after he bent him over.

“I was right,” Seokjin says, entering him with three fingers and nailing him. Taehyung jumps, Seokjin shoves harder, fucks him again and he keens.

“Seokjin.”

“This taste suits you well. I knew it would.”

Taehyung whines, bucks against Seokjin’s touch and Seokjin licks deeper into him, attaches his lips to Taehyung’s hole and sucks. Taehyung yells, intense pleasure rippling through him, makes him jolt like he’s being electrified.

“Though I have to admit,” Seokjin goes on and he seems completely unaffected by this, tone casual. “I like your taste better without the lube.”

“Seokjin, please.”

“Please? What are you begging for, Taehyung?”

The clear mock knots Taehyung’s stomach; familiar defiance and annoyance flare in his chest and Taehyung clamps his teeth.

Don’t ruin it, don’t lie to him.

“What’s that? Can’t hear you baby.”

“You. I’m begging for you. Fuck me, please please.”

Seokjin’s hand on him slackens and he pulls back. Taehyung whimpers, shakes his head.

“Fuck me, fuck me.”

“You sound like you haven’t been touched in days. Did I not fuck you good enough last night, hmm?”

“No.” Taehyung blurts. He freezes and before Seokjin’s answer, a knock comes.

“Lunch!” A man says from behind the door. Taehyung wants to go there and choke him.

Seokjin pats on him on the side and Taehyung straightens up, glares at the door and Seokjin as he walks to it. He hurries to the bathroom, sticks his ear to the door as Seokjin speaks to room service. 

The conversation takes too long and Taehyung gets a bathrobe and goes out again. The man who brought their food is lighting candles.

Taehyung catches parts of what he’s saying about the candles not melting easily then the hurricane calming down tomorrow morning and the electricity coming back soon.

He shares looks with Seokjin, who shrugs at him as the man continues lighting candles. He waves and drags the trolley once he’s done and they’re left with heat, warm light and the sound of rain knocking on their window.

“He said a honeymoon suit should be lit like this,” Seokjin says, pointing at the scattered candles.

Taehyung shifts. He’s still hard, his ass slippery with too much lube and Seokjin looks like he has no plans to continue. He passes Taehyung and goes to the bathroom. Taehyung listens to the water running and feels like punching Seokjin.

Bastard is washing his hands.

Taehyung huffs, eyes the food. On the table where he was. His cock twitches but when Seokjin strolls out and takes his seat, Taehyung gives up and decides to eat.

The silence around them suffocates Taehyung. He’s struggling with every bite, his eyes blurring with tears. He lets go of the spoon, sniffles when Seokjin doesn’t ask him why he’s not eating.

He feels like a child, throwing tantrums for attention, not eating to get fussed over but he can’t help it. It’s embarrassing, and he keeps putting down rules and being upset at Seokjin for following them and he just wants Seokjin to kiss him.

Screw this.

He stands up, walks between the candles and plops down on the loveseat, back to Seokjin. He wipes his eyes and takes deep breaths before he stands again.

“Seokj—” 

His words die at the sight of Seokjin, shadows and warm light dancing over his face, his intense eyes reflecting the flickers of the flames.

“Yes?”

“You didn’t fuck me good enough yesterday,” he says.

“Oh?”

“It’s different. It’s not…not like how you usually fuck me.”

“And how do you I usually fuck you?”

“You don't just fuck me.” His voice breaks, his tears burn his eyes again. “You touch me like you love me. You don't just fuck me but last night you did . You did it like a punishment or a challenge, not like you want me.”

Seokjin takes a step toward him. “And whose fault is that?”

“Yours!”

“Taehyung,”

“It’s your fault. You should love me even when we fight.”

“That’s really not the point, Taehyung.”

“See? You won’t even tell me now.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you riled me up and left me high and dry.”

Seokjin narrows his eyes. “Have it your way.”

He marches to Taehyung and Taehyung takes a step back, trips and almost falls. Seokjin catches him, turns him around and shoves him onto the loveseat. Taehyung flips to his back.

“I’m still talking!”

“Well, talk away.” 

He climbs up, settles between Taehyung’s legs and takes his nipple to his mouth. Taehyung hisses, grabs Seokjin’s hair.

“It started going south when the cake was late.”

Seokjin stops, looks up. “Really? Really ? The cake?”

“Not just the cake. I said it started .”

“You seriously shut me out, didn’t speak to me then made me anxious and scared because of the fucking cake ?” Seokjin’s voice goes high at the end, like he’s about to lose it and Taehyung hits his shoulder.

“You’re not listening!”

“Maybe it’s because I was waiting to listen for two days and you ignored me! Why do you think I want to listen now?”

Taehyung’s tears overflow, his chest caves on a sob. Seokjin cups his face, expression softening.

“Sorry,” he breathes. “I’m just frustrated. You shut me out and I didn’t know what to do, and you kept being petty and then you became clingy and insecure and it all just made me more scared.”

“You idiot,” Taehyung says. “I wasn’t insecure. You’re an idiot. I don’t even know why I married you.”

“Yeah? You really don’t know?” Seokjin smiles, and Taehyung can tell he’s not angry anymore, not afraid. Taehyung still can’t tell him, because Seokjin is right. Ttaehyung is being petty and too much and it’s embarrassing as hell to be so childish when Seokjin is being so mature.

But childish is all he has, and it’s better than vulnerable and split open for Seokjin to see how truly stupid the reason for Taehyung’s anger is. 

“Obviously, I married you for your money and big dick. Why did you marry me?” His bravado breaks, and an old insecurity raises its ugly head. He shouldn’t have asked, not right after teasing. If Seokjin answers him the same way, Taehyung wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Seokjin laughs  but it’s fond, and he’s looking at Taehyung with a soft, knowing smile. Like he has it all figured out now. 

“Well,” he starts, leaning in so their faces are aligned. “I married you because of all the things I love about you, and I love everything about you.” 

He kisses Taehyung's left eye, whispers against the lid. “Your eyes. Big and gorgeous and full of life. They reflect the lights differently when you’re excited. Like you're seeing something no else does. I remember the first night we met, how excited you were when the bartender gave you your drink and you discovered they were using new glasses. Such joy in your eyes, I remember wanting to see the world through them. They glint and sparkle, when you see something you want to draw. A sunset or a cat.  

“And they shine with all the stars… when you look at me.”

Taehyung's breath hitches, Seokjin kisses his other eye. Then under it. The tip of his nose and his right cheek, his bottom lip. 

“Your moles,” he says. “Like a map for me to follow with kisses.” He does just that, kiss after kiss on Taehyung's moles, then he trails his lips down, touches them to Taehyung’s.

“Your mouth.” He punctuates his words with a deep kiss and Taehyung parts his lips to take it, lets Seokjin lick inside and trace his teeth. “God, I love kissing you.” He kisses Taehyung again, deeper, more heated. Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut, breathes through their contact. “Don’t ever ask me not to kiss you again, baby.”

Taehyung hugs his neck, pulls him into another kiss. “I won’t,” he mumbles between them. “I won’t, Seokjin. Kiss me, kiss me. Please kiss me.”

Seokjin does. He kisses him breathless, kisses him until his lips ache. 

“Love kissing you, love your mouth,” Seokjin says again. “I love that you sass me.” There’s a smile in the words, and Taehyung tastes it with another kiss. “I asked you to marry me and you asked me if I was crazy.”

Taehyung pulls him in again, attaches their lips and Seokjin breaks it.

“Remember? We were kissing, then too. We were in a hotel and you were the best thing I’d ever seen. Did I ever tell you, that it wasn’t my plan to ask? That it just slipped out because kissing you made me stupid?”

“What?”

Seokjin grins. “I never told you this. But the entire thing about the will? I made it up.”

Taehyung blinks. “No way. Really? You…You what, you just wanted to marry me?”

Seokjin shrugs, kisses him again and Taehyung places his hands on Seokjin’s chest and pushes him up.

“Are you crazy?” His voice goes high, but his stomach flutters and his heartbeats are bouncing, tripping and racing.

Seokjin’s eyes sparkle. “Hear me out,” he says, then he kisses Taehyung. One of his confident kisses, filthy and dizzying, sure flicks of tongue and nips on Taehyung’s lips. “I spent a night with you, and you told me you didn’t want to date but I was sure I would fall in love with you. I wanted to give us a chance.”

“And you were right,” Taehyung breathes.

“And I was right.”

Taehyung’s eyes sting, his heart growing too big. Seokjin pecks his lips, licks his jaw then neck.

“I love your neck,” Seokjin says between fervent kisses. “The moment I saw you. I wanted to buy you diamond chokers and pearls.” He noses along Taehyung’s collar bone, follows his sternum with kisses, flicks his tongue on Taehyung’s nipple then attaches his lips to the skin above Taehyung’s heart. He sucks and Taehyung whines, lifts his chest up, offering more to Seokjin and Seokjin takes it, sucks hard and hungry. Taehyung’s toes curl.

“So good,” he groans. “So so good, Seokjin.”

“Your heart,” Seokjin goes on. “Your pure heart. I fall in love with it every day. With how much you love your friends, with how you treat your family, with how much you care . I love your heart, baby. I can’t believe you gave it to me.”

Taehyung closes his eyes and nods. “Yours, all yours.”

Seokjin traces his shoulder with his hand, down his arms then to his chest, waist and hip, he squeezes Taehyung’s thigh, pinches his belly then holds Taehyung’s hard cock, gives it a gentle tug before he crawls down. He kisses the tip, licks along the shaft, then takes the tip into his mouth, suckles leisurely.

Taehyung moans, throws his head back. It’s too slow but he’s wound up, feels like he’ll explode any second and Seokjin keeps going. Soft touches to his thighs, worshipful kisses on his knees and ankles. He even kisses the arch of Taehyung’s foot, kisses every toe and nail and bone bump and remarks his way up to Taehyung’s mouth with more kisses.

“Love every inch of you, everything about you. I love you even when I’m angry with you. I’ve never just fucked you, Taehyung. Never a second when I didn’t adore you.”

Taehyung’s tears rain down and Seokjin catches them with his thumb, kisses both Taehyung’s lids again. Taehyung throws his arms around him, holds onto him tight.

“Then do,” he says. “Love me.”

Seokjin captures his lips in a deep kiss, slides his hand along Taehyung’s curves, hooks it under his knee and lifts his leg up. Taehyung bends the other, wraps Seokjin’s waist and pulls him in and Seokjin thrusts into him.

Taehyung cries out, Seokjin shushes him, sneaks his arms under Taehyung’s shoulders and brings him close. They cling as Seokjin rocks into him, Taehyung moans and sobs and Seokjin whispers love into his skin.

“Slow, baby. Slow,” he says, rolling his hips and hitting just right. Taehyung sees stars, arches and moves with him.

Slow and hot, pleasure building up in his belly and Seokjin keeps kissing him until he doesn’t know if he’s breathing or if Seokjin’s breathing into him.

His orgasm shocks him and he throws his head back and screams with it, Seokjin following him not a second after. They collapse onto the cushion, still holding on tight. Seokjin plants pecks on the round of his shoulder and behind the strands on his nape.

“Seokjin. I love you, I love you so much. I’m sorry for yesterday and today. I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you.”

Seokjin squeezes him tight before he rolls them to their sides. He slips out of Taehyung and Taehyung hisses, burrows closer to make up for the emptiness. They're curled too small, the love-seat barely fits them but Seokjin is busy trying to to lock their ribs so Taehyung doesn’t care, hugs Seokjin tighter. 

“I’m sorry, too.”

“You don’t even know why I’m mad.”

Seokjin pulls back a little, taps him on the nose. “That’s because you refuse to be an adult and tell me.”

Taehyung tucks himself under Seokjin’s chin and nuzzles his chest. 

“We’re all sticky.”

“The staff told me not to worry about hot water.”

He gets up and Taehyung follows him, looks guilty at the love-seat. There’s definitely some stains there now.

“It’s the honeymoon suite,” Seokjin says playfully. “I think they know how to clean that.”

Taehyung laughs. Seokjin takes his hand, takes one of the candles off of the floor and guides them to the bathroom.

They go another round there, kissing breathless under the water stream, chasing the drops on each other’s skin.

After dinner, Seokjin drags him to bed and spoons him and Taehyung falls asleep within minutes.

Taehyung wakes up warm, nestled in Seokjin's arms. He closes his eyes and basks in the secure feeling of being held like this. The silence is deep, accompanied by gentle, far away waves and Seokjin's precious snores. Taehyung smiles. 

The storm has passed. 

Carefully, he moves out of the circle of Seokjin's arms. He covers him with the duvet and smiles at his soft features. 

He sneaks to the bathroom, relieves himself, washes up and brushes his teeth, staring at his reflection as he does. His hair is a nest, and there's a crease on his cheek. He wets his fingers and pats his hair down before he leaves the bathroom. 

For the first time since they arrived, the clothes he chooses are not pajamas. A loose red shirt with a flower print, and khaki shorts. He makes his way out silently, closing the door with his eyes on Seokjin. 

The halls are shrouded in a calm dimness and Taehyung moves through it. The electricity is back; he takes the elevator down. 

The employee behind the register smiles at him and he waves at her. 

The air outside makes him curl on himself, a shock of cold that breaks his skin into goosebumps. He hops from foot to foot then marches to the beach. 

The stars hang up bright, a few scattered dark clouds remain. There's no moon and when he arrives at the sand of the beach, he finds it deserted. 

He sits on the sand, hugs his knees and faces the horizon. The breeze pushes his hair away from his face, and he shivers with it but doesn't move. 

The first light breaks red into the navy, clear along the end of the ocean. Taehyung watches purple spill into pink and peachy orange, the sound of waves mixing with the early rising seagulls. 

A quilt lands across his shoulders and he glances at it then up. Seokjin smiles at him, Taehyung's heart thuds painfully. 

He pats the space beside him, and once Seokjin takes it, Taehyung cuddles to his side and fixes the cover around both of them, trapping their heat in. He puts his head on Seokjin's shoulder and sighs. Seokjin wraps an arm around his waist. 

The silence rolls in with the waves, the sun climbs up. Taehyung's lids start getting heavier. 

“Bed?” 

Taehyung snuggles closer. 

“I didn't get to tell you why I married you.” 

Seokjin's hand on his hip tenses. “Yes?” 

“The day I met you was supposed to be just another day. I wasn't supposed to find the man of my dreams, a dream I didn't even know I had.” He stops, blinks. Then laughs. 

“What?” 

“I forgot.” 

Seokjin makes a confused sound and Taehyung pulls back a bit to look at him. 

“That was how my vow started. I rewrote it a hundred times, I rehearsed it and then. Then, I didn't get to say it.”

Seokjin's eyes widen. “That's why you were upset. Because the schedule of the party was messed up after the cake got late and we didn't get to say the vows?”

Taehyung hides his face in his knees. “It feels so silly now.” 

“It's not silly if you care about it, Tae.” 

“But you don't care! You didn't even remember we were supposed to say them. And then I made it into such a big deal but I knew that kind of thing doesn't matter to you so I was even angrier. I was embarrassed to tell you that it's the reason I'm angry.” 

Seokjin moves so he's behind Taehyung, bracketing him with his legs and bringing him close to his chest. He tightens the quilt around them, hooks his chin over Taehyung's shoulder, and it's almost too hot. 

“I'm sorry I made you feel like you couldn't tell me.”

Taehyung shakes his head. He takes one of Seokjin's hands and kisses it, his throat closing up with a surge of emotion. 

He turns around and hides in Seokjin's neck and Seokjin embraces him, tucks him away from the world. 

“That vow is dumb,” Taehyung says and tears stream down his face. “It wasn't just about the vow, it's just how breezy you were about everything. It made me feel like you didn't care at all when I was so excited. Because it's our wedding. I thought about it as our wedding because the first time around wasn't… wasn't real but then you said. You said you.” 

“Wanted to marry you all along, yes. That wedding was real to me.” 

Taehyung whines, tries to get closer. 

“I wasn’t in love with you then,” he says.

“I know.”

“It’s… When we met, I was starstruck. You’re insanely good looking and you’re rich and you’re the best sex of my life. I had a crush on you.”

Seokjin hums, kisses his temple. “I like where this is going,” he jokes. Taehyung smiles.

“I was awed by you, but then how you were as a person, how real you were when we went to that park. I think I fell in love with you then. When we were in the ferris wheel, and I was scared. It’s a fucking death trap, hanging from that height, of course I was scared.”

Seokjin's laughter vibrates through him, Taehyung pinches his side.

“You kissed me. I remember it so well, I remember feeling so safe. I’ve never had a partner make me feel like that. I started to see beyond what made me crush on you, and what I saw made me fall in love. I’m sorry I was an idiot.”

Seokjin shakes his head and holds him closer. “It’s alright to be upset by things, baby. Just don’t shut me out. Tell me. I promise I won’t be mean or blasé about it.”

“I promise I'll tell you.”

Seokjin takes a deep breath and stands up. He helps Taehyung to his feet and folds their quilt, throws it over his elbow.

“I guess we’re still fairly new to this whole marriage business, we’re bound to make mistakes. We’ve only known each other for a year. How about on our fifth anniversary, we renew the vows and make a big deal and we can be sappy and repeat our first dance and everything?”

Taehyung takes his hand, kisses it before he threads their fingers. They swing their arms between them as they walk back to their hotel.

“Sounds nice.”

“Also,” Seokjin starts in a serious tone. “How do you feel about sex on the balcony?”

Taehyung squeaks. “Like, outside?”

“Or against the window from the inside. It’ll be harder for us to be seen. And, it’s still early, no one’s around.”

“Is this a thing for you?”

“Nuh. I just thought, we fucked on almost every surface, and was thinking of the other places we could do it in or on before we leave.”

Taehyung laughs.

“Maybe the elevator,” Seokjin says.

“It’s a hotel.”

“Or against the closet.”

“Isn’t that the same as doing it against the wall?”

“There’s a mirror in the bathroom.”

“Stop already.”

Seokjin doesn’t. If anything, the places he lists get more and more ridiculous and Taehyung is impossibly in love with him.

He glances over his shoulder and smiles.

Their footprints in the sand look like a happy ending.

-End.