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“I could kiss you forever,” Taehyung whispers as he pulls back to look at Jungkook, and what he sees has his heart stuttering in his chest.
Jungkook’s eyes are shining like a million stars, his lips are red and swollen from kissing Taehyung for what felt like hours, and his smile, his smile is so soft, so tender that it makes Taehyung melt.
“Then, do it,” Jungkook whispers back.
Taehyung smirks before reattaching their lips together. And they kiss, hot, wild, messy. They kiss like they’ve been starved of each other for too long, and maybe they have been. And it’s everything Taehyung ever wanted, everything he’s waited for, everything he could ever, possibly want. Jungkook kissing him, Jungkook letting himself be consumed by him, letting himself be claimed by Taehyung’s lips and tongue. Yes, it’s everything for Taehyung.
“After our kiss in the plane, I thought you would never kiss me again,” Jungkook confesses in a soft murmur.
“I wanted to. I wanted to kiss you every hour, every minute, every second. But… I held back because I wanted to wait for a perfect moment.”
“I waited for this, for so long,” Jungkook admits. “I waited for you .”
Taehyung pecks at Jungkook’s lips, before letting their noses brush.
“I’m here now. And I won’t let you go,” Taehyung says, voice deep and raw.
“Promise?”
“Pinky promise,” Taehyung replies with a smile.
Taehyung lets his lips come crashing down on Jungkook’s, lets his tongue lick at the seam of them until they part for him, and lets the fleshy muscle meet Jungkook’s own in a warm and wet glide. He kisses Jungkook like he can’t get enough, because he can’t get enough.
Taehyung will never get enough of the little moans that slip past Jungkook’s spit-slicked lips, of the little puffs of air they share as they gasp against each other’s mouth, of the way Jungkook tugs at his hair to keep him there, right there , as he deepens the kiss. It is so much, too much, but not enough.
“You’re so addictive, baby,” Taehyung groans when he breaks the kiss.
“It’s you,” Jungkook retorts shyly, a dust pink painting itself on his cheeks.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Taehyung adds, as his thumbs caress Jungkook’s cheekbones softly.
And Taehyung leans forward again, reattaching their lips in another mind-blowing kiss. It’s hot, searing hot, the way Jungkook kisses him back. And he feels like he loses himself a little bit more with every single swipe of Jungkook’s tongue over his own, with every tug at his hair, with every moan, mewl, and whimper. Gone, gone, gone .
Taehyung shivers. The more he kisses Jungkook, the more his lust spikes, hot, and burning, and slick. He wants Jungkook badly. He wants him now .
“Tae…” Jungkook whines when they break apart.
“I know, baby. I know,” Taehyung says before letting his lips take over Jungkook’s once more.
Taehyung’s hands fall from Jungkook’s cheeks to grab at his hips, and they’re pulling him closer, closer, closer until there’s no space left between their chests that softly collide. Instantly, Taehyung can feel Jungkook’s erratic heartbeat against his chest, and he growls into the kiss, feeling high, high on lust, high on love.
“If we keep kissing like that,” Taehyung starts, panting hard. “I won’t be able to stop myself.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” Jungkook replies, voice soft but firm.
“Are you sure you want this— me ?”
“I want you more than anything, Taehyung,” Jungkook says, fingers caressing Taehyung’s hair lightly. “Make me yours.”
Taehyung groans as the words leave Jungkook’s mouth, before smashing their mouths together. And they make out, lips parted, tongues sliding hot and wet against each other. And Taehyung burns , burns with the need to get his hands on Jungkook, to get him naked and on his knees for him. It’s crazy, just how fast his heart is beating in the swell of his ribcage, just how much he loses his breath as he kisses Jungkook and thinks about taking him. It’s wild, but it feels so right.
Jungkook is the first to make a move as he unbuttons Taehyung’s jacket, button after button, slowly, agonizingly slowly, before letting it fall at their feet. Taehyung breaks the kiss, and gets rid of Jungkook’s jacket and waistcoat, throwing them on the floor. They pant against each other’s mouth, hot breaths falling on swollen lips. And then, Jungkook speaks.
“I want you to ruin me. I want you to claim every inch of me. I want you to shatter me and glue me back together again.”
Each word tattoos itself on Taehyung’s heart, on his soul, and he groans as the last one slips past Jungkook’s lips.
“I will,” Taehyung breathes out, and Jungkook smirks, before his lips take over Taehyung’s.
Taehyung loses his mind between Jungkook’s lips, all conscious thought dissipating. There’s only Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook . The taste that unfolds on his tongue. The sweet floral scent that invades his nostrils. The body pressed into his, trying to make one with him. And it’s bliss, pure bliss.
Without breaking the kiss, Jungkook starts to unbutton Taehyung’s dress shirt, his fingers grazing over the strips of skin that progressively get revealed, making Taehyung shiver under the soft touch. When he’s done, Jungkook lets his hands glide on Taehyung’s torso until they reach his shoulders, before sliding down his arms, leading to the fall of the dress shirt on the floor.
Jungkook pulls back from the kiss only to rub his nose over Taehyung’s collarbone, lips brushing a whisper of a kiss there as his hands wander over Taehyung’s chest and down his toned stomach.
“You’re so hot,” Jungkook whispers, staring up at Taehyung with heated eyes, brimming with need.
Desire is blooming inside Taehyung under Jungkook’s stare, unfurling in his body, making him weak, so weak. He never wanted anyone the way he wants Jungkook.
“And you’re so sexy,” Taehyung whispers back. “I want—”
“What? What do you want?” Jungkook asks in a shuddered breath.
“I want to touch you, to bite you, to lick you,” Taehyung confesses, eliciting a short gasp from Jungkook.
“I’m all yours,” Jungkook says. “You can do whatever you want to me.”
Taehyung groans once again at hearing those words fall from Jungkook’s mouth. Whatever he wants? Fuck .
Taehyung starts by nibbling on Jungkook’s bottom lip, before slithering his tongue inside his mouth and taking his breath away. As he kisses his only love, Taehyung takes a hold of Jungkook’s dress shirt and rips it apart, making the buttons fly in the air. He then peels it off Jungkook and lets it fall to the floor unceremoniously.
Taehyung pulls back to look at Jungkook. He licks his lips as he takes in the miles of skin exposed to his eyes, and to his eyes only. His hands tickle with want. He wants to touch Jungkook. He wants to feel him all over. And when he realizes that he can, that he’s allowed, the breath is punched out of his lungs.
Taehyung lightly scratches Jungkook’s pecs and down to his abs, feeling the rippling muscles, the soft skin underneath his blunt nails. Jungkook is so sexy, so pretty, so everything Taehyung ever dreamed of. And he can’t get enough of him. His feline eyes devour Jungkook shamelessly, and he sees patches of pink appear on his best friend’s cheeks. Cute .
“You’re so pretty,” Taehyung says in a shuddered breath, looking back at Jungkook’s eyes and finding them shining with love. “Bet you’ll be even prettier with my marks all over you.”
Jungkook bites his bottom lip at that statement, and Taehyung’s cock twitches in his boxers. He wonders what those pretty pink lips would look like, deliciously stretched around his shaft, as Jungkook sucks him off; or what they would look like on his body, as they map out every inch of it. A shiver licks at his spine just thinking about having Jungkook’s mouth on him.
Taehyung can’t resist. He digs his fingers in the softness of Jungkook’s hips, before claiming his lips with his own. And he kisses him, slow, deep, and hard. Jungkook kisses back with the same passion and it unlocks the muted desire kept hidden inside of Taehyung all this time.
Taehyung’s lips trail from Jungkook’s mouth to his jaw, to his throat, and his best friend is quick to bare his neck for him as he starts sucking on the unblemished skin. He feels Jungkook shiver, hears him moan, as he marks him with a purple bruise. And it’s hot, unbearably hot, to think that everybody will know that Jungkook is now his when they’ll look at the marks he’s going to leave on his body.
Taehyung goes down to Jungkook’s collarbones and leaves his seal there too, before he lifts his head and looks at his handiwork. Something primal, possessive awakens in him as he stares at the hickeys he left on his love. Jungkook wears them beautifully. And he just wants to leave some more on him.
“You’re mine,” Taehyung whispers in Jungkook’s ear before biting his earlobe, feeling his best friend shudder at the gesture.
“Yours,” Jungkook breathes out, and Taehyung smirks.
His lips find their way to Jungkook’s yet again, and they kiss until their lungs give out. Only then, do they part. And Jungkook’s fingers grip at the waistband of Taehyung’s trousers.
“Take it off. Please. Want to see you,” Jungkook murmurs.
Taehyung doesn’t say anything, just unbuttons and unzips his pants, before letting them fall on his legs and kicking them off. He takes off his socks, too, which leaves him with only his boxers on. And when his eyes lock with Jungkook’s, he can see the hunger, the lust pooling in them, and it makes a shiver run down his spine.
“Like what you see?” Taehyung asks, knowing full well that the outline of his hard cock is clearly visible underneath the fabric of his underwear as it stretches it obscenely.
“Yeah,” Jungkook replies, licking his lips, and Taehyung’s shaft throbs at the sight of him.
Taehyung moves his hands until his fingers hook into the waistband of Jungkook’s trousers.
“You too,” he murmurs, before getting rid of Jungkook’s pants, and socks.
His mouth waters as Jungkook’s thighs come into view. They’re so muscular, so thick, Taehyung wants only one thing, cover them with his marks, too.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Taehyung says as he wraps his arms around Jungkook’s waist and brings him closer to him. “Ethereal.”
Jungkook presses his forehead into Taehyung’s throat like he wants to burrow beneath his skin and stay there for the rest of the night. But Taehyung won’t allow it. He lifts Jungkook’s chin until they’re face to face.
“Don’t hide from me, baby.”
Jungkook gulps, but nods, and Taehyung smiles before kissing him again. And he gets lost in the intoxicating taste of Jungkook’s tongue enveloping his own, in the way his love eagerly returns the kiss, in the way he presses into him like he wants more, always more.
As they kiss, Taehyung feels Jungkook’s finger trace the shape of his cock, and it makes him shiver. His breath hitches, his pulse leaps, when Jungkook takes a hold of his shaft and starts stroking it, slowly, deliberately slowly.
Taehyung groans roughly into Jungkook’s mouth before deepening the kiss, eliciting a ragged moan from his baby love. His cock hardens, his balls tighten, as Jungkook’s hand moves on his shaft just a little bit faster. He feels himself starting to leak, and he breaks the kiss, only to let his head fall on Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Koo…”
“You like that?” Jungkook asks, voice smug.
“Yeah,” Taehyung answers, just as Jungkook’s fingers hook in the waistband of his boxers and tug at them until they fall down his legs. “Fuck.”
Jungkook wraps his hand around Taehyung’s cock and jacks him off, fingers slowly rubbing on his hard length. Taehyung bites his bottom lip to not let out any embarrassing sound, but they slip past his lips anyway. Wrecked groans, drawn out grunts, deep growls. He can’t keep them in, not when Jungkook drives him insane with just a handjob.
“You’re so hard,” Jungkook points out.
“Hard for you. Only you.”
Jungkook uses the precum falling from Taehyung’s tip in sticky drops to ease the glide of his hand on the latter’s cock, and it’s filthy, it’s dirty , it’s so hot that it makes Taehyung’s head spin.
“It’s so good,” Taehyung whispers brokenly in Jungkook’s ear.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Taehyung’s voice breaks on the single word, because, just when it falls from his lips, Jungkook presses his thumb down on his slit, rubbing circles into the head. And Taehyung shudders as his cock throbs. He can’t help but moan Jungkook’s name, like he’s lost and seeking.
“I love when you moan my name,” Jungkook murmurs, his hot breath hitting the side of Taehyung’s face.
Jungkook resumes the movements of his fist on Taehyung’s cock, twisting his wrist at the exact right time he gets closer to the head, using the pad of his thumb to press against the ridge of the head before he moves on, and eases his grip as he gets closer to the base. And Taehyung fucking loves it.
His hands grip at Jungkook’s waist, bruising. He holds onto him because he feels like he’s free falling as Jungkook gets him closer and closer to the edge. He wants to cum. He needs to cum. But he won’t. Not yet.
“Baby, stop.”
Jungkook lets his hand fall to his side, and Taehyung lifts his head, only to kiss his love senselessly. He shivers as Jungkook’s tongue slides along his own, as they both chase the slick glide of their lips. It feels good, so good, too good. But it’s not near enough. Taehyung wants more, more, more .
He pulls back and takes Jungkook’s hand, leading him to the bed. He softly pushes his love on it, until Jungkook’s back hits the mattress. Jungkook moves to the middle of the bed, before getting rid of his boxers, offering himself to Taehyung’s irises.
“Beautiful,” Taehyung says as his eyes roam over Jungkook’s figure.
His big, doe eyes looking up at him like Taehyung is a wonder. His red, swollen lips, begging to be kissed again. His skin, glistening with a thin layer of sweat. His small waist, calling for Taehyung’s hands. His cock, hard and leaking, waiting to be sucked. His thighs, which Taehyung craves to bite. He’s perfect .
“Tae, touch me, kiss me, take me,” Jungkook pleads.
Taehyung climbs on the bed and hovers over Jungkook, arms falling on either side of his love’s head, caging him. He leans in and heatedly presses their lips together, mouths parting to invite tongues. Fuck, he can’t get enough of kissing Jungkook, of feelings his lips move against his, of feeling his tongue twist and drive against his. It feels so right, and it’s a feeling that he doesn’t want to fight.
Jungkook’s hands wrap around Taehyung’s back, as his legs wind around Taehyung’s waist, bringing him even closer. And Taehyung starts to grind against Jungkook, seeking for friction, seeking for pleasure. Their cocks collide and it draws a groan out of Taehyung’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Taehyung curses.
His lips fall on Jungkook’s again, and he kisses him, hard. His skin is on fire everywhere it touches Jungkook’s. His heart is jackrabbiting in his chest from being so close to his love. His breath gets lost in between Jungkook’s lips and it’s heaven for Taehyung. Nobody ever had that kind of effect on him. Nobody. It’s Jungkook, and only Jungkook, who can drive him crazy like that.
Taehyung rolls his hips steadily, letting them crash against Jungkook’s, letting their shafts drag against one another. And it’s hot, unbearably hot, the way Jungkook writhes underneath him at every brush of their cocks but doesn’t stop kissing back, like he’s been deprived of Taehyung for too long.
When they break apart, their lips still brush against one another as they pant into each other’s mouth. It’s like they can’t stay away from each other, like they need the closeness to make this more… real.
“I love you,” Taehyung whispers, raw and deep.
“I love you, too,” Jungkook whispers back, nails digging into Taehyung’s flesh.
Taehyung keeps on rutting his hips forward, his hard cock sliding against Jungkook’s own. The friction, the buzzing in his body, are delicious. He clutches at the sheets as he looks into Jungkook’s and his breath gets caught in his throat when he sees a mix of love and lust dancing in them. It’s so intense, the way Jungkook gazes back at him, like he still can’t believe that Taehyung is right here with him, in this bed, about to make love to him.
“You’re a dream,” Taehyung says before capturing Jungkook’s lips with his own yet again.
He gets lost in the kiss, in the sensations coursing through his veins, in the feelings making his heart swell behind his ribcage. And it’s blissful. And he doesn’t want it to stop. But soon, the need for air separates him from Jungkook’s lips.
“Tae, please,” Jungkook begs prettily.
“What do you want, baby?”
“You. Want all of you.”
Taehyung hums and stills his hips. He lets his lips trail down Jungkook’s jaw, and then his throat, until he reaches his pulse point and licks above it. He feels Jungkook shiver underneath him and he relishes in the shuddering of his body.
Taehyung keeps on mouthing at Jungkook’s skin, getting lower, and lower, and lower, lips trailing on Jungkook’s collarbones, pecs, nipples, abs. He stops just when his mouth is about to make contact with Jungkook’s flushed cock.
“Taehyung… Want… Your mouth, on me,” Jungkook stutters in between pants, his fingers coming to thread in between Taehyung’s locks.
Taehyung nuzzles his face in the crease in between Jungkook’s thigh and his crotch, inhaling his manly scent and getting dizzy with it.
“Tae…” Jungkook pleads, hand tugging at Taehyung’s hair.
Taehyung starts to leave a string of featherlight kisses on Jungkook’s cock, from base to tip, feeling the member twitch under his lips. And then, he licks at the head, gathering the precum leaking from it on his tongue. It’s sweet, just like Jungkook, and he groans as the taste unfolds on his fleshy muscle.
“You taste so good, baby,” Taehyung groans, before licking at the vein on the underside of Jungkook’s cock, making his whole body tremble.
“Oh, shit,” Jungkook curses as his hands tighten their hold on Taehyung’s brown locks.
The sting of the pull, the nails digging into his scalp, are enjoyable for Taehyung, and he smirks as he looks up at Jungkook, only to find him looking already wrecked, overwhelmed, winded .
“Pretty,” Taehyung murmurs, before sticking his tongue out, dragging it along the crown of Jungkook’s cock and then, dipping it into the slit.
Jungkook moans and trembles, one of his hands flying above his head to grab at the sheets tightly, while the other remains threaded into Taehyung’s hair. His back arches off the bed as Taehyung wraps his lips around the head, tongue licking lazy circles on it, sucking all the precum into his mouth.
Taehyung uses one hand to move in time with his mouth along the base of Jungkook’s shaft, stroking him. He keeps his eyes open, glued on Jungkook’s quivering frame, on his lips, parted around a whine, on his black irises glistening with tears. Fuck, Jungkook is gorgeous like that, all his to take, to break.
He pulls back, only to look at Jungkook’s cock, spit-slicked, shining under the million lights of the room, enticing . But not more than the man it belongs to. Jungkook is simply breathtaking, with his flushed cheeks, with his sparkly eyes and the silent tears streaming down his face. Taehyung wants to eat him.
He takes a deep breath before sinking his mouth down on Jungkook’s cock, taking it as deep as he can. His throat spasms under the intrusion, muscles clamping down on the sensitive shaft. Taehyung merely moans, and the vibrations of the sound roll straight into Jungkook’s dick, sending a litany of curses and heady groans pouring from his throat as he tilts his head back.
Taehyung starts bobbing his head up and down Jungkook’s cock, hands clasped on his thighs, nails lightly digging into the skin. And he loves it. Loves the way Jungkook’s full, heavy cock feels in his mouth. Loves the way Jungkook’s body shakes as he sucks him off. Loves the way Jungkook moans high and prettily every time the tip of his shaft hits the back of Taehyung’s throat.
Taehyung swallows more of the cock and then pulls back, teeth softly and barely grazing against the thin skin. Jungkook shudders at the sensation.
“Fuck, Tae!”
Taehyung smirks as he wraps a hand around Jungkook’s shaft to pump it while he takes deep breaths. He watches as it throbs in between his fingers, as sticky drops of precum coat his palm. It’s filthy, it’s messy, it’s sloppy, but Taehyung wouldn’t want it any other way. Because it’s Jungkook.
Taehyung takes Jungkook’s cock back into his mouth, tongue swirling around the member as it slips in between his lips until it’s fully sheathed inside. He hums around the shaft, before moving his head back so that only the tip remains in his mouth. He sucks it, flicking his tongue on the slit from time to time, before swallowing the whole cock again.
Taehyung takes his time unraveling Jungkook with his mouth. And he relishes in every moan, every whimper, every whine that falls from his love’s lips. It makes desire, and want, and need bubble inside him. His own neglected cock throbs when Jungkook’s twitches. And he has half a mind to rut against the mattress, to seek some friction, but he holds back. He doesn’t want to cum like this, wants to cum inside Jungkook.
“I’m close,” Jungkook whispers after a while.
Taehyung pulls back from Jungkook’s cock and wraps a hand around its base, stopping Jungkook from orgasming. He hears him whine, and beg, but he keeps his hand where it is. He wants Jungkook to cum from his cock. Wants to see him fall apart as he thrusts into him, nice, and deep, and slow.
Tears fall from Jungkook’s eyes as Taehyung moves to hover over him. He wipes them with his thumb, before softly kissing him. Jungkook moans at tasting himself on Taehyung’s tongue, and Taehyung groans in response.
“How do you feel?” Taehyung asks when they break apart.
“Good,” Jungkook says, throwing a small smile at Taehyung.
“Okay,” Taehyung murmurs through a pout.
Jungkook lifts a hand and cups Taehyung’s cheek, giggling at seeing him pout like that. “More than good.”
Taehyung smiles, before letting his lips take over Jungkook’s own one more time. He has the urge to make Jungkook feel good, more than good . The urge to please him, to ruin him. And it’s hard to resist it when such a beauty is lying underneath him.
Taehyung pulls back from the kiss and brushes his nose against Jungkook’s tenderly, beaming when Jungkook smiles at him.
“Will you let me prep you?” Taehyung asks in a whisper.
Jungkook nods. “Yes.”
Taehyung moves and retrieves from the nightstand the lube he hid there beforehand, before coming back on top of Jungkook.
“No condom?” Jungkook inquires.
“I have some with me, but… I know it’s been a while for both of us since we last were with someone. I’m clean, and I want to feel you, all of you, and—”
“I want that, too,” Jungkook cuts Taehyung off by pecking at his lips. “And I’m also clean, so…”
It’s Taehyung’s turn to leave a fleeting kiss on Jungkook’s lips as he hears those words tumble from them. He never made love to anyone without a condom on, but with Jungkook… he wants it to be different, special . He wants to feel everything— him , without any barrier between them.
Taehyung breaks the kiss and sits back on the bed, in between Jungkook’s open legs. He drizzles the lube on his fingers, before looking back at Jungkook. All he sees is love and trust pooling in his eyes. And it makes Taehyung’s heart swell.
Taehyung bends down to kiss right above Jungkook’s heart, letting his lips linger on the heated skin before withdrawing. He smiles at his love, and Jungkook smiles back, so soft, so tender that it makes Taehyung almost tear up. He still can’t believe he’s lucky enough to be with Jungkook right here, right now. It feels surreal, to have him naked in between the sheets, ready to be fucked , to be his .
After warming the lube in between his fingers, Taehyung spreads Jungkook’s asscheeks apart and drags a digit along the cleft of Jungkook’s ass, making him shudder under the touch. He stops when he reaches the rim and rubs the pad of his finger over the heated and furled skin of Jungkook’s hole in lazy circles. He sees Jungkook close his eyes, sees how his hands clutch at the sheets tightly, sees how the first tendrils of pleasure wash over him. And he wants to see more, to see Jungkook crumble .
Taehyung breaches Jungkook’s hole with his slicked finger and Jungkook gasps when he does, when the digit slides inside, knuckle after knuckle. He looks at his love for any sign of discomfort, but sees none, so he starts to move his finger in and out of Jungkook. Jungkook’s walls clench around the single digit, like he wants Taehyung there. Needs him there. And the realization makes Taehyung groan.
“You’re so tight,” Taehyung says. “So warm, so… perfect.”
Jungkook whines, and Taehyung slides in another finger alongside the first one. Jungkook arches his back off the bed at the intrusion, and Taehyung is fascinated by the curve of his body, by the miles of skin exposed to his eyes. He wants to touch, desperately, so he does. He lets his hand travel down Jungkook’s abs, down his chest, as he moves his fingers inside of him, twisting and scissoring.
Taehyung massages Jungkook’s walls, stretching him, rubbing against him, pushing his fingers deeper and—
“There! Right there!” Jungkook all but screams.
Taehyung hits Jungkook’s hidden bundle of nerves with every inward thrust of his fingers, massaging it before pulling out and shoving his digits back in again. Jungkook is needy, trembling with tension as Taehyung adds a third finger. When Taehyung picks up the pace of his strokes, Jungkook nearly sobs as he meets every thrust in.
“You’re so good for me,” Taehyung says in a low tone, oozing with the desire, the need that pulses inside of him.
“Tae—”
“I’m here. I’m right here.”
Taehyung leans in so that he can kiss Jungkook. He swallows the moans that his love lets out as he fingers him open. He swallows the cries, the sobs, the whines escaping Jungkook’s lips every time he brushes against his prostate. He swallows every little sound that Jungkook makes, and he revels in them as they coalesce with his own low grunts.
“Taehyung…”
Hearing his name said like that, by a voice cracked and splintered with lust is so hot that it makes Taehyung groan in response.
“What do you want, baby?”
“Want you… to fuck me,” Jungkook says, out of breath, as he pushes his hips down and works himself on Taehyung’s fingers, chest heaving as Taehyung nails his prostate every single time.
Taehyung takes his fingers out of Jungkook after one last thrust, and wipes them on the sheets. He pumps his cock, before slathering it with lube, all the while looking down at Jungkook.
“How do you want to do it?” Taehyung asks.
“Like this. Want to see you.”
Taehyung nods. And he aligns his cock with Jungkook’s hole, teasingly rubbing at it, making Jungkook whine.
“Tae… Please,” Jungkook begs, and Taehyung takes mercy on him.
Pushing in and bottoming out might be just as good as an orgasm. Something about the way his body fits with Jungkook’s… they just belong. It feels as if they get sucked into each other, as if they fuse and fade into one. And it’s all Taehyung yearned for.
Once fully sheathed inside Jungkook, Taehyung lets him time to adjust to his girth. He leans down and kisses Jungkook to distract him from the burn, the stretch, the pain. And Jungkook kisses back. They keep the kiss soft as their lips gently collide and glide against one another. And it probably shouldn’t, but it overwhelms Taehyung, just how soft, sweet and pliant Jungkook is. Perfect .
“You were made for me,” Taehyung whispers against Jungkook’s spit-slicked lips.
“And you, for me,” Jungkook whispers back.
They get lost in each other’s lips for a while, before Jungkook breaks the kiss.
“Move.”
Taehyung moves back. His hands fall on Jungkook’s waist, hanging onto it. And he pulls out until only the tip of his cock remains inside Jungkook, before plunging back in, all the way. A gasp spills from Jungkook’s lips as Taehyung fills him up and his nails dig into the soft material of the sheets.
“Fuck,” Taehyung curses. “Fuck, fuck, fuck .”
Buried deep inside Jungkook, Taehyung feels his head spin as warmth engulfs him, as his love’s velvety walls flutter and spasm around him to keep him there, right there . He grits his teeth and starts thrusting in and out of Jungkook. And hot sparks of pleasure shoot down his body at the sensation of Jungkook wrapping around him and giving him life.
He waited for this, for Jungkook and him to be one, and now… now he’s drowning in his baby, in his glossy eyes, dark with need, in his red lips, waiting to be kissed again, in his body, trembling with desire and fuck, he’s so in love. So utterly, irretrievably, unconditionally in love.
Taehyung fucks into Jungkook, nice, and deep, and slow. He watches as Jungkook’s body rocks with each roll of his hips, watches as Jungkook struggles to keep his eyes open but still looks at him, watches as Jungkook’s cock hardens and starts to leak. His love is beautiful, looking like a sin splayed out on the sheets, just for him to touch, to claim, to possess.
“So good,” Taehyung groans, sounding like he’s about to cream himself.
“Harder. Faster,” Jungkook demands.
Taehyung picks up his pace and plunges his cock deeper inside Jungkook, hitting his prostate dead on at every thrust, making his love cry out his name. And fuck, it’s hot, scorching hot. And the only thing going through his mind is a greedy, pulsing beat of more, more, more .
Taehyung’s nails dig into the soft flesh covering Jungkook’s hip bones, and he knows it’s going to bruise, knows that his marks will be left behind, and he likes it. He wants Jungkook to remember this, their first time, forever.
Taehyung snaps his hips mercilessly and carves his way into Jungkook’s very core. And Jungkook… he takes him so well, like he was made for Taehyung’s cock. He meets every thrust, meets every beat of Taehyung’s heart with his own and Taehyung has never— never —been so attuned with another person during sex. But everything seems so easy, so right with Jungkook, that he just lets go and stops holding back.
His whole body is on fire, sweat dripping down his spine as Taehyung drills his cock inside Jungkook. He throws his head back and growls when Jungkook clenches around him just right . It’s almost too much the way Jungkook clings to him like that, but he likes it. Makes him feel wanted. Makes him feel desired, like he’s never been before.
Everything with Jungkook is, and feels, real. It’s not what he’s used to. The one-night stands, the quick hook-ups, the sex with people who wished he was another kind of man. No, this… this is everything Taehyung ever craved for. The deep connection, the sense of belonging, of being made for the other. The love. It makes having sex so much better.
“Tae… Kiss.”
Taehyung moves until he’s lying on top of Jungkook and then he kisses him. As he does, he interlaces their hands together. He feels Jungkook wrap his legs around his waist, bringing Taehyung even closer to him. They’re skin on skin, heart on heart, and it’s everything Taehyung never knew he needed until now. And he knows that he will never get enough of this, of Jungkook.
When Taehyung breaks the kiss, he lets his head fall in the crook of Jungkook’s neck as he pistons into him. Jungkook writhes underneath him and throws his head back, which gives room to Taehyung to leave more hickeys on his neck. And he does. He creates a canvas of purple bruises on the expanse of skin offered to him, and he groans when he feels Jungkook’s cock twitch in between their bodies.
Jungkook moans and whimpers as Taehyung marks him all over, as he fucks into him, each stroke driving deep into his tight ass. And Taehyung wants to drink up each one of those sounds and fill his lungs with them. He wants every hitched staccato tattooed in the frequency of his heartbeat. He’s obsessed with them, chases after them. He just can’t get enough of them, of hearing how good he makes Jungkook feel. It’s a need to hear him whine and mewl as he falls apart. A need.
Taehyung’s cock throbs almost painfully as it drills into Jungkook’s ass, so tight, so warm, so soft and so wet . Taehyung bites lightly into Jungkook’s shoulder, groaning into the skin as he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He doesn’t want to cum just yet, but everything feels so good, too good, and he can’t stop the embers sparking in his blood.
Taehyung’s hips keep jerking and slapping against Jungkook rhythmically. The two lovers, lost in each other. Their hearts beating frantically in their chests. And Taehyung’s nose skims over the column of Jungkook’s neck, tongue coming out to lave over the bruised skin there. It makes Jungkook whimper softly.
“Tae, I’m c-close,” Jungkook stutters.
Taehyung moves again until he’s sitting in between Jungkook’s legs. He takes his baby’s cock in his hand and starts jerking him off at the same pace he fucks into him. Jungkook arches beautifully under his touch, and Taehyung is mesmerized. He wants to imprint on his eyelids the sight in front of him. Jungkook, naked, body glistening with sweat under the lights of the candles, tears streaming down his face and Taehyung’s name dripping from his lips, raw and broken. Fuck, he’s breathtaking.
“Me too,” Taehyung eventually says.
It takes only a few pumps of his hand for Jungkook’s body to stutter underneath him, for Jungkook to cum, white inking his stomach and Taehyung’s fingers. When Jungkook starts to whine, Taehyung lets go of his spent cock and brings his fingers to his lips to suck on them.
Jungkook looks at him intensely, eyes dark and hooded, and it sends a shiver running down his spine. Taehyung thrusts into him, one, two, three times, before he paints his walls in white. And, fuck, marking Jungkook like that, from the inside, awakens something primal in Taehyung. Jungkook is now his. Forever .
“Taehyung…”
Taehyung leans down to kiss Jungkook deeply, tongue pushing past his lips and lapping him up. They ride out the last few tendrils of their orgasm just like that, mouths and tongues chasing each other. And it’s intimate, this moment that they share, this moment when they don’t want to be away from each other.
“It was…” Taehyung trails off as he pulls back from the kiss.
“…amazing,” Jungkook finishes for him, a smile curling on his lips.
“Yeah,” Taehyung smiles back like a fool, a fool in love.
He looks at Jungkook and feels himself fall for him even deeper.
“I love you,” Taehyung whispers.
“Love you, too,” Jungkook whispers back.
Taehyung leans in to fuse their lips together in a soft kiss. He sighs into it, feeling happy, elated. He never knew that making love to someone would feel like that, earth-shattering and so sweet, too. He never knew what it’s like to fade into someone else, bodies and hearts intertwined, before today, but now he’s addicted to the feeling. He never knew that someone would be able to make his heart beat out of his chest. But Jungkook does.
“Now that I had a taste of you, I won’t ever be able to let you go,” Taehyung murmurs, breaking the kiss just to whisper those words against Jungkook’s red, swollen lips.
“Then, don’t. Don’t let me go.”
Taehyung brushes his lips over Jungkook’s before pulling back. He looks into Jungkook’s eyes and sees the love, the happiness, the bliss swirling in them. He smiles.
“I love it when you smile,” Jungkook whispers, a hand coming to cup Taehyung’s cheek and Taehyung leans into the touch.
“I’m smiling because of you.”
“I know.”
Jungkook pecks at Taehyung’s lips, one, two, three times, before withdrawing with a soft sigh.
“I think I’m already addicted to you,” he confesses.
“Me too,” Taehyung says, brushing his nose against Jungkook’s before capturing his lips once again.
Kissing Jungkook makes Taehyung feel like he finally found a home, found his place, where he needs to be, and that’s with his love. He knows, deep down, that there won’t be anyone else for him, that there can’t be anyone else for him. Jungkook is it .
The more they kiss, the more Taehyung feels himself fall for Jungkook. Every hour, every minute, every second they spent together, led to this moment. This moment when they can get lost in each other and feel… content .
“I don’t want to move,” Jungkook says when they break apart. “But we need to take a shower.”
Taehyung doesn’t say anything as he detaches himself from Jungkook and gets out of bed, instantly feeling the cold seep through him. It doesn’t last though, as he holds a hand out for Jungkook to take, as he helps him stand up, too. It doesn’t last, because Jungkook is quick to wrap his arms around Taehyung’s waist and kiss him again.
Every brush of Jungkook’s lips against his, every little nibble on his bottom lip, every swipe of a tongue against the seam of his lips, drives him crazy. And he wants more, always more. More of Jungkook’s kisses, more of Jungkook’s moans, more of his naked body writhing underneath his. More .
“If you don’t stop kissing me like that, I will take you again,” Taehyung groans, voice deep and low.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” Jungkook whispers as he licks his lips seductively.
Taehyung shakes his head. “Thought you wanted to shower, huh?”
Jungkook whines, and it makes Taehyung chuckle. He tugs at Jungkook’s hand softly and leads him to the bathroom. Once there, he’s quick to get the shower running. And they both step inside.
Under the water falling from the showerhead, Taehyung lets his hands wander on Jungkook’s body. And it’s sensual, the way his fingers trace the lines of Jungkook’s body as he lathers him with shower gel. And he can feel goosebumps arise on Jungkook’s skin everywhere he touches him. And he gets lost in the miles of skin exposed to him.
Jungkook’s body is a work of art. His strong chest, his thin waist, his muscular thighs… Taehyung’s mouth waters as he looks at him. And he feels his cock twitch back to life as he caresses every dip and curve of this sinful body.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Taehyung can’t help but utter, before capturing Jungkook’s lips in a searing kiss.
Jungkook melts under his lips, and his hands find their way around Taehyung’s neck. Their bodies press against one another, wet and heated. And Taehyung keeps on kissing Jungkook until his lungs give out.
“Your turn,” Jungkook says as they break the kiss.
And his hands are on Taehyung. And Taehyung closes his eyes as Jungkook applies shower gel on every inch of his body. Every touch of Jungkook’s fingers is electrifying and sends Taehyung into overdrive. He breathes shakily as he tries to control himself, to not pounce on Jungkook and take him, right then, right there.
“Koo…”
Jungkook trails kisses down his chest, his abs, and Taehyung feels a shiver lick at his spine when he leaves a fleeting kiss on the head of his cock.
“Baby.”
Jungkook looks up, and smiles innocently at Taehyung, before standing back up and kissing him. Taehyung groans into his mouth. His hands fly to Jungkook’s waist and he holds onto him tight, pressing his body against his, wanting to feel his warmth, his love. And he does.
They step out of the shower and dry each other with big, fluffy towels, before putting on the bathrobes that they find hanging behind the door. When they get back to the bedroom, they change the sheets and put on some comfy clothes—t-shirts and sweatpants. And they get back into bed.
Between cuddles and lazy kisses, they talk in hushed whispers. About the fake dating, about the missed opportunities, about them. And Taehyung feels lighter after that. Feels like he can finally ask Jungkook to be his boyfriend without feeling guilty for what he did and said, without feeling like he’s not enough for him. And so, he does.
Taehyung gets up from the bed and goes to retrieve the black box he put in his suitcase before leaving Seoul. He hides it behind his back as he walks back to the bed and sits on it.
“I’ve got something for you,” Taehyung says, and he gives the box to Jungkook, who stands up in bed and looks at him with wide, sparkly eyes.
“For me?”
“Yeah. Open it.”
Jungkook does. And he gasps when he sees the choker with the little heart pendant.
“Tae, you—”
“I want to give you my heart, in hopes that you’ll take it, hold it and fix it,” Taehyung says, voice cracking on the last words. “And I want you to be my boyfriend, for real this time, because with you, I can’t pretend.”
Tears fall down Jungkook’s cheeks as the words leave Taehyung’s lips, and Taehyung is quick to wipe them away with his thumbs as he cups Jungkook’s cheeks.
“What do you say? Jeon Jungkook, will you be my boyfriend?”
“Yes! Yes, I will be your boyfriend.”
Taehyung smiles, before he leans in and captures Jungkook’s lips with his own. And he kisses him, softly, sweetly, tenderly. He kisses him and lets the feelings he kept hidden for so long pour in every brush of his lips against Jungkook’s, in every swipe of his tongue against Jungkook’s.
It just feels so right, to kiss Jungkook, to hold him, to make love to him. It’s like all the stars have aligned for them to be together, finally. And Taehyung’s heart beats fast as he realizes that Jungkook is now his. His to love, to cherish, to adore. And he will do just that, for the rest of his life.