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Taehyung gnawed on his cherry lips as soon as he turned around and caught sight of himself in the mirror. Jungkook would be coming home soon, and although he had haphazardly thrown all this together, he couldn’t wait to hear his boyfriend’s voice call out for him. His anxiety was through the roof but who wouldn’t love an unexpected surprise, right?

Taehyung couldn’t even lie to himself; he looked so fucking good in his cute little pink lingerie set. It was simple, mostly mesh and silky strings, but still, it felt so nice against his skin. He had been hiding this set for a while now, it was his only one and the lengths he went through to make sure Jungkook didn’t find it were agonizing. The younger never opened his packages but still! Knowing what was in there was way too embarrassing.

Especially after what happened about two years ago, or so...

“Baby?”

Taehyung shivered as he felt a warm hand press against his cheek and lift his head. Jungkook had wide, panicked eyes focused on him. It made him feel way too vulnerable. They still had their clothes on but, for a second, it felt like they were bare and fully exposed.

Maybe it was due to the way Jungkook had nearly eaten him alive with kisses placed on every inch of his visible skin. Taehyung enjoyed it, of course he did! But, something didn’t feel right.

“Hey, we don’t have to do anything. You know that right-”

“Y-Yeah I know! I-I just, give me a second,” Taehyung cut in, his voice fading off towards the end. His hands were shaking and he couldn’t calm down. Out of all the times his body could’ve chosen to freak out, it just had to be now.

Jungkook backed off, his heart hammering in his chest as he watched Taehyung panic even more. He knew Taehyung was way too shy to say anything, so he only nodded and leaned forward to press a peck onto his boyfriend's forehead.

“How about we just cuddle? Is that ok?”

Taehyung nodded, his hands shaking as he pulled Jungkook closer and let the younger wrap his arms around him. His breath hitched at the feeling of Jungkook’s cock pressed against his back.

“B-But you’re still-”

Jungkook shook his head, “Don’t worry about me. I’m fine just holding you close. Don’t feel like you have to do something you don’t want to.”

Taehyung only squeezed Jungkook closer, his heart caving in at his boyfriend's words.

It’s not like he didn’t want it. His mind was just too good at making him feel small and overwhelmed.

But that was two years ago, and even though Taehyung had gotten better at following through their roleplays, the two hadn’t had sex yet. They weren’t exactly the definition of prude-- don’t get them wrong.

The two would share some moments in which maybe a lingering hand would touch bare skin under tight jeans, or a pretty tongue would circle around a certain head dripping in precome. Taehyung still froze when things got too much though.

And this fact was now killing Taehyung.

“Babe! I’m home,” a voice called from the front door and immediately sent shivers down Taehyung’s spine.

Ok. It was now or never. (well, not actually never, but that’s beside the point)

“I’m in the room, baby!”

Jungkook hummed as he set a bag of takeout onto their small dining table. The apartment was quite cold as he walked in further. He really needed to get the heater fixed soon. And that also reminded him to get Taehyung a new coat for the coming winter. He knew Taehyung hated the cold, and besides he-

“U-Uh, Tae?”

Taehyung sat up right, his hands shaking slightly as he brushed his hair behind his ear.

Ok, just… uh… shit, don’t freeze! Guide him to the bed!

Taehyung jolted up, now on his knees and pulling Jungkook in.

“Do you like it?” Taehyung began, his voice slightly uneven as he held back a squeak. Jungkook was staring at him with wide, travelling eyes. A silent minute passed before Jungkook began to blink and lower his gaze away from Taehyung.

“I-It’s freezing in here baby, you’re gonna get a cold,” Jungkook replied, taking his jacket and draping it over Taehyung’s shoulders.

Taehyung sat back down onto the bed, his head empty as he felt Jungkook place a kiss on the crown of his head and mention something about taking an early shower.

That was when the sudden weight of humiliation began to settle into his bones.

“Tae?”

The brunette snapped his eyes up to meet Jungkook’s.

“Huh?”

Jungkook raised a brow and huffed a little chuckle, “I asked if you needed to take a shower?”

Taehyung shook his head, wrapping Jungkook’s jacket closer to himself. His fingers were tight around the material. He felt a bit like a child throwing a silent tantrum.

“Then I’ll be back. Dinner is on the table by the way!” Jungkook called out, already headed to the bathroom with a towel and pajamas in hand.

“Uh… yeah…” Taehyung replied, his voice nearing a whisper.

“I’m so… oh my god,” Taehyung began once he heard the shower running. The flush that crept up into his cheeks was painful and without a second thought, he threw Jungkook’s jacket onto the floor and immediately discarded his set.

He pulled out his pajama shorts and grabbed any baggy shirt he could find. Sleep instantly drowned him the second his head hit the pillow. He was far gone by the time Jungkook had stepped out of the shower, the takeout long forgotten and untouched, much to Jungkook’s worry.

Had Taehyung even left the room? Why didn’t he eat? He was the one who had asked Jungkook to bring dinner…

Jungkook walked into their room and understood the second his eyes landed on the curled up figure on the bed.

“Tae? Hey,” Jungkook began, a bit of worry beginning to eat at him.

Had he done something wrong?

Jimin watched as Taehyung paced back and forth in his living room. His best friend's steps were heavy, metaphorically and literally.

“Tae? Do you think maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t expecting something like this?”

Taehyung paused and looked at Jimin.

“Well, yes. That was the whole point Chim! I-I know he wasn’t expecting it… and I can kind of see why he did what he did but… was I not clear enough? Like-- come on! Did you see my lingerie? What part of it didn’t scream ‘fuck me all night’?”

Jimin grimace, “Ok, ok, gross.”

Taehyung pouted, plopping himself onto Jimin’s couch.

“Jimin! I’m serious here!”

A small giggle came from Jimin before he felt his decorative pillow graze his face.

“I know! I’m sorry. It’s just weird hearing you say those things. What even made you change your mind about having sex with him?”

Taehyung flushed and buried his face into his hands.

“I-I don’t know, ok?! I just… I really want it. We never go far and he’s always the one who stops things from escalating, which I appreciated, but I just don’t feel… satisfied anymore? Ugh! I don’t even know… but I do know he’s not satisfied!

He tells me it’s fine but I know he always just finishes off in the bathroom whenever he’s taking a shower or when he thinks I’ve fallen asleep… I just wish I could do something for him… how much can one person deal with boring hand jobs and sloppy blow jobs?”

Jimin sat up, his teasing grin no longer present as he heard Taehyung begin to spiral.

“Taehyung, no. Drop it right there. You know better than I do that Jungkook would rather have his dick cut off than have you doubt yourself or feel obligated to do shit. You know it-”

Taehyung groaned as he cut in.

“I know Chim! But I understand if he’s frustrated with me-”

“He’s not though! Who in the world could ever be frustrated with you?”

Taehyung huffed, “You don’t have to sugar coat things Chim.”

Jimin shook his head, letting himself fall onto Taehyung’s stretched out form. Cuddles always helped Tae.

“I’m not though. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to have sex with him.”

Taehyung pouted, “I don’t feel like I have to though! I just… I just want to but how the hell am I supposed to tell him that after what I did last time? I blue balled the living hell out of him.”

Taehyung hid his blazing cheeks as he sunk further into the couch. Jimin chuckled, finding it hard to suppress his teasing remarks.

“It’s been nearly two years, I’m sure there’s no hard feelings. In fact, I bet there were never any hard feelings. Do you know how lovesick he is for you?”

Taehyung smiled, his cheeks burning and aching.

“T-Then what do I do?”

Jimin thought for a second, his lips screwed tight.

“Drop bigger hints? I know you’ll probably not be able to ask for it directly, right?” Jimin asked, his teasing tone back again.

“Chim I’m serious!”

Jimin laughed, his hands petting Taehyung’s hair as the younger sulked.

“Maybe try something flashier? Or just go nude?”

Taehyung flushed again.

“I-I guess…”

A week later after… whatever happened, Taehyung waited anxiously at the door. He kept on checking the peep hole on his front door every thirty seconds in hope he’d catch the mailman on duty.

Today, Taehyung had a different plan! He was going to get what he wanted and he wasn’t going to chicken out. He couldn’t. Better yet, with the trick up his sleeve, he was sure nothing could go wrong!

Jungkook had finally fixed the dumb heater, so there was no excuse why he couldn’t be naked. He had even prepped and a pretty pink bulbous plug was nestled in his pretty little hole.

Just thinking about how filthy he probably sounded in the bathroom made his skin spike with pleasure. He promised he wouldn’t touch himself until Jungkook got back but it was far too tempting…

Until the doorbell rang and scared the living shit out of him.

“O-On my way!”

Taehyung silently groaned as he felt his cheeks warm and his hand shake towards the door.

“For Kim Taehyung?”

Taehyung nodded, unable to meet the guy's eyes and quickly signed.

“Thanks!”

The door instantly shut behind him as he whipped around and practically ran to his room.

Now all that was left to do was get dolled up and wait for Jungkook to get home.

“Babe, you won’t believe what just happened!”

Taehyung slightly jumped at Jungkook’s voice, a small whine leaving his glossed lips as he pressed his heel against the buttplug still deep in him.

“W-What happened?” Taehyung answered, his body already shaking in anticipation.

There was no way this wouldn’t work.

“They offered me a spot on the-”

Taehyung turned to face Jungkook, his cheeks red with pleasing shame. Sitting prettily on the bed again, this time, Taehyung had on a silk robe covering him.

His knees were planted firmly on the bed but a simple jerk from his lower half allowed him to sink himself further onto the mattress.

The room was silent, and the tension was definitely rising.

This was exactly what Taehyung wanted, but there was still so much left to do.

“I bought something today. Can I show you it?”

Jungkook widened his eyes, nodding dumbly. He placed his jacket onto the desk they had in the corner and swallowed deeply.

Taehyung grinned, satisfied with the state Jungkook seemed to be in.
“Sit here, I want you to tell me how it feels.”

Jungkook stuttered a breath out, slowly making his way towards the bed.

Holy fucking shit.

Taehyung was now propped up on his elbows, his perky ass slightly hovering above the bed.

“W-What did you buy, baby?”

Taehyung giggled at Jungkook’s wavering voice. This was a lot more fun than last time.

“Hmm, well, I saw this online and… thought of you so I bought it…”

Jungkook nodded slowly, trying his best to keep hold of the gaze Taehyung was sustaining.

Without a warning, Taehyung flipped over and got off the bed, rounded the corner and stood right in front of Jungkook with a devilish smile.

Who the hell was this and what had they done to Jungkook’s sweet, shy Taehyung?

Taehyung tilted his head to the side, letting his right hand brush his hair back slowly. The other hand worked slowly to untie his robe. And when the robe finally exposed him, a sharp breath resonated in the room.

Jungkook’s eyes were nearly bulging out. Standing in front of him, with a matching purple lace bralette and panties held together with silky strings and thigh garters, was Taehyung blushing furiously and so confident.

Fuck.

Almost instantly, Jungkook reached out and placed his warm palm against Taehyung’s waist, making the older whine.

He whined. The sound was as sweet as honey and Jungkook wanted to hear more.

“Fuck, baby, you look… holy shit,” Jungkook began, his voice strained but still effective at making Taehyung whine again.

“You like it?”

Jungkook nodded, pulling his boyfriend in by the waist and littering Taehyung’s tummy with open mouth kisses.

Could this get any better? Jungkook didn’t think so, he was practically at the gates of heaven with Taehyung shaking against him as he trailed kisses further along his honey toned skin. How much higher could he go?

“T-There’s m-more baby,” Taehyung managed to stutter out. He was practically goo but he had to show Jungkook.

“Yeah? What is it?”

“J-Just for y-you,” Taehyung muttered, his head spinning as he felt the buttplug somehow lodge itself deeper into him.

Taehyung would not come untouched. He won’t allow it.

In a swift move, Taehyung was now laid across Jungkook’s lap, his ass wiggling in the air. And immediately, a moan rippled out of him, making him shake as he grabbed his robe and threw it to the side. Jungkook watched like a hawk, taking in the heavenly sight in front of him.

“W-Wanna see?”

Jungkook slightly frowned, confused but very much aroused.

Taehyung didn’t even give him a chance to reply before he grabbed at his pretty panties and pulled them down to his thigh, leaving his ass exposed to the slight chilly air in the room. A shiver ran up his spine as he pulled the other side down and finally arched his back.

Jungkook was about to black out.

“Ngh, what d-do you think Kookie? Hm?”

-- “Have you ever tried a butt plug before?” Taehyung whispered against Jungkook’s chest as they laid in bed. It was rather late and the two had touched here and there for a while before they both felt too exhausted to really get into it.

The past week had been hectic for both of them, but just hearing his lover's voice whisper such an unpredictable question had Jungkook widening his eyes. It was rather rare that Taehyung wasn’t embarrassed for asking these questions.

“I have, but it didn’t really work out on me. It was probably the situation I was in, now that I think about it.”

Taehyung humed, his words stalling.

“Have you?” Jungkook asked, unable to keep it in for suspense.

“Yea. I like them but… it really takes a lot for me to get to that point? B-But, I’d like to show you one day…” ---

No reply came and Taehyung’s anxiety spiked out of thin air. Was it too much? Did Jungkook hate it? Had he crossed a line? Was Jungkook not sexually interested in him anymore? Oh, fuck, of course he wasn’t! Taehyung was now sure of it.

Taehyung turned his head to the side, away from Jungkook’s gaze, his heart heavy as he felt the absence of Jungkook’s touch against his skin.

And then the phone fucking rang.

Taehyung huffed as he entered the bathroom and nearly ripped his lingerie apart.

They were so fucking close. So. Fucking. Close.

And all for nothing. Not even a kiss on the lips.

Taehyung was frustrated. He was frustrated with himself, Jungkook for not taking the biggest fucking hint, and frustrated at whoever called and ruined whatever they had building up.

Taehyung didn’t even think twice as he bent down and slowly pulled out the plug, feeling achingly empty. He hated it. He was tempted to just fuck himself with it but he also didn’t have the emotional energy to go through with it.

And besides, Jungkook was already knocking on the bathroom door.

“Baby? I-I’m really sorry. It was from the company… I… the director offered me a spot on the end of the year project-”

“Are you kidding me?!”

Jungkook froze at the shout coming from the bathroom. He was going to knock again, to make sure everything was ok, but Taehyung beat him to it and quickly latched himself onto him.

“You’re not pranking me are you?!”

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled Taehyung closer and tucked his nose into his neck.

“No, I’m serious. He offered the spot today right before I was leaving. I was going to surprise you over dinner but… well, it’s ok. I-I enjoyed your surprise way more.”

Taehyung grimaced.
“J-Just… take a shower with me. You owe me a kiss.”

Jungkook nodded, hoisting Taehyung up by the hips and prompting the older man to wrap his legs around his waist.

“Anything you want, baby.”

Taehyung sighed at those words.

‘I want you to break me in half, but it seems the odds are against us,’ Taehyung thought, but let himself enjoy the sight of Jungkook strip and join him in the shower.

Almost instantly, their lips connected and although this was only part of what Taehyung had planned for tonight, he couldn’t find it in himself to continue his moping.

“You’re gonna do amazing, I just know it. Do you know what your theme will be?”

Jungkook hummed, feeling at peace with his lips connected to Taehyung’s neck and warm water cascading down his back.

“You.”

Taehyung froze, his hands coming up to hold Jungkook’s face.

“Me? What do you mean?”

Jungkook giggled, he fucking giggled.

“I want to document your beauty, so… I asked if I could bring in my own model… they said yes so I’m simply waiting for said model to accept.”

Taehyung widened his eyes and pointed at himself like a lost child.

“Will you do it?”

Be a model for a major magazine where he’ll be photographed by his boyfriend?

“Fuck yeah.”

--“Do you maybe… want to try being blindfolded?”

Taehyung sucked in a harsh breath.

“Y-Yes please,” he replied, his skin shivering as he felt Jungkook explore his body once more.

“Hold your hands up, and keep them on the head board. Is that alright?” Jungkook continued, adoring the way Taehyung complied and twitched against his touch. Just a moment more and-

“I-I think it’ll be best if you t-tie me up, don’t you think?” Taehyung whispered, his cheeks furiously blushing. He kept his face tucked by his arm, and whined at the feeling of Jungkook restricting his hands with his own.

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”--

Taehyung was practically going insane. His mind was in utter disbelief. Why didn’t he try this the first time?

The smile playing on his lips, as he stared at the leather garters accentuated with a set of handcuffs, was in of itself sinful.

Today was another one of his lucky days off and Jungkook was going to be walking in any second now. And he wouldn’t fail. For real this time.

Taehyung was ready to write his words onto every inch of his skin with black marker if it meant Jungkook would finally just fuck him.

But he was dramatic at heart, and he had to have a plan.

He prepped as usual, he even brushed out his hair, but he knew Jungkook was going to eventually make a mess of his locks. It was the effort that counted!

The bed was ready and all he needed to do was slip into the garters and safely tuck his hands into the cuffs. He didn’t tighten them yet, as it was very dangerous to do so alone and by yourself, but he felt the need to be restricted in the slightest of ways.

Only a few more minutes and Jungkook would be buzzing in-

“Tae, I’m back. I got off early.”

Shit. OK. This was fine.

“Back here.”

Jungkook sighed contently as he placed his stuff down and made his way to their room. He was excited to finally be home after a long week and he’d get to spend it with Tae all to himself-

“T-Tae?”

With wide eyes, Jungkook took in the sight before him.

On his tummy and back arched, Taehyung giggled as Jungkook knocked into the door behind him.

“I-I need you Kookie… help me?”

Jungkook bit into his tongue. He was practically begging for mercy with the way his hands gripped at the hem on his shirt.

“H-Help w-oh shit, u-uh, help w-with what, babe?”

Hearing Jungkook at loss for words made the fire lick deeper in his hips.

“I need you to tighten these for me. Can you do that?”

Jungkook nodded. That was all he did.

“Well, I need you here to help me. I can’t move, but you can.”

Jungkook took a step forward.

Taehyung was naked and displaying himself in such a ravishing way. It was taking everything in Jungkook to hold himself back. He wasn’t sure if he could touch the other without breaking in half.

“L-Like that?” Jungkook began, his stutter not to be mistaken for nervousness. His hands were shivering as they fastened the right cuff with care. The material was rather soft and it was taking everything inside of Jungkook to restrain himself and not throw caution to the wind.

Taehyung needed his help, and nothing more.

“Hmm, yeah,” Taehyung replied, his voice rumbling in the back of his throat.

May Jungkook have the strength to continue.

“Kookie, do I look good? Do you like it?”

Jungkook was short circuiting.

“You look so fucking good Tae, y-you have no idea,” Jungkook began, his steps still hesitant as he tried to step away. But Taehyung wasn’t having any of it.

“Do you not want it? It’s all yours, you know that right?”

Wide eyes met Taehyung’s blown out orbs. Holy shit.

“I- What?”

Taehyung groaned before he let himself flip and sit up. Every move was delicate and Jungkook didn’t understand how he had survived this long without pouncing on Taehyung.

“I-I want you to fuck me Jungkook. How many more of these stunts do I have to pull for you to fuck me good, hm?”

Jungkook’s jaw went slack. There was no way Taehyung was blatantly asking him to fuck him silly. There was no way. There had to be a camera somewhere in the room. John Quiñones was about to jump out at any second, right, asking him what he would do? Right? He was ABC’s next What Would You Do star?

“Nngh, Jungkook I-I want you please. I c-can’t hold it anymore. Do you know how long I’ve wanted your pretty cock in me, hm? You’d make me feel s-so fucking good, you know it-”

“T-Taehyung stop… I-I’m really having a hard time over here-”

Taehyung groaned, his skin burning with the way Jungkook was staring at him.

“N-No. I-I won’t stop until you give in. I’m ready. I swear, and I know you are too. Please, give me your-”

Taehyung’s words were cut off as Jungkook pushed him down against the bed. His heavy cock bounced against his stomach and a low moan was drawn out along with it.

“You’re so… are you sure Tae? I-I have to know-”

Taehyung was the one to cut off Jungkook with his lips this time. He could see the tent in the younger’s slacks and that alone was making him shake in anticipation.

“Want you so bad, want to bounce on your cock too, hmm, can I?”

Jungkook nodded like a teenage virgin, but fuck, hearing his sweet Taehyung speak nothing but filth had his head spinning in bliss.

“You want to bounce on my cock? How bad do you want it?”

Taehyung jutted his hips outwards towards Jungkook’s form looking over him. It was a crime that Jungkook still had his clothes on.

With a short breath, Taehyung brought his leg up and pushed the younger's blazer to the side with his foot. He wanted the younger on top of him as soon as possible.

“Want it more than anything. Want your cock in me, please.”

Jungkook's arousal was a blazing fire compared to a match. Just seeing his Taheyung begging for his cock was more than enough to fuel the fire already taking form.

“You played with yourself before this, didn’t you?”

Taehyung nodded into the sheets as he rolled his head to the side.

“Just for me?”

“Just for you.”

Without a second to think, Jungkook brought his hands to his lover's thighs and allowed his fingers to drag along the leather material. Taehyung’s body was beyond beautiful. It was an absolute masterpiece and he was about to completely ruin it and paint it pretty with his cum.

“You want this, how?”

Taehyung bit back a moan as he felt Jungkook tug at his handcuffs. They were tight, but he felt absolutely filthy in them. He loved them.

“Any, just want you- ah,” Taehyung replied, his heart skipping a beat as he felt Jungkook cup his cock and fondle his balls.

“Open up your legs, pretty.”

Taehyung complied, lifting up his legs, but suddenly, he was laying on his side and squeaking into his bitten lip.

Holy shit, this was finally happening.

“Want me to fuck you like this?”

Before Taehyung could answer, Jungkook’s other hand guided his leg onto his shoulder and Taehyung watched as Jungkook quickly undressed himself and grabbed a condom nearby. He tore into the packet with care but he was impatient.

A hiss left his lips the second his warm palm and the cool condom rolled onto his hard, throbbing cock. Taehyung was simply left to watch and drool.

“Want my fingers first?”

“N-No! P-Please, want you in,” Taehyung hiccuped out, his hands giving up around the bunched up sheets. Despite his words, Jungkook still opened him up a bit more, his thumb coated in lube before he inserted one finger and the other.

Almost immediately, Taehyung groaned at the feeling, but within seconds of the third one being inserted, he was withering in place and pushing against them.
Jungkook was practically on cloud nine. It felt like his body wasn't even there as he watched Taehyung unravel and begin to fuck himself against his fingers. Taehyung was driving him insane and it was the best feeling yet.

"You're so damn gorgeous baby, look at you fucking yourself. Does it feel good?" Jungkook whispered into his lover's ear, his tongue poking out to lick at the helix. It immediately elicited a moan from Taehyung and both of them were finding it hard to keep up with the role-play and not break into mindless fucking.

The leather cuffs were already digging into Taehyung's wrists, and there were marks there for sure, but just for the sheer thrill, Taehyung pushed against them and made them tighter against his skin.

"A-Ah, J-Jungkook please, fuck me a-already," Taehyung whispered as Jungkook leaned down and trailed kisses down his chest.

"If you can hold it a bit longer I'll give you a reward," Jungkook replied, his cock pulsing against the cold sheets every time he leaned in to meet Taehyung's impatient writhing.

"W-What's my reward?" Taehyung called out, his hands giving up and easing into the mattress.

"Want my mouth on your cock?"

Taehyung moaned, his head spinning as he imagined Jungkook's chocolate eyes staring up at him with his cock in his mouth.

"Y-Yes, please," Taehyung replied, staying still like a good boy.

It took no time before Jungkook felt satisfied with Taehyung's state and he began to leave kitten licks on the base of Taehyung's cock. He licked further up to the hilt and let his teeth gently graze the flushed head. Taehyung bucked his hips up at that, shuddering like a madman.

"Do that again," Taehyung called out, his voice already hoarse.

"Do what baby? Be more specific," Jungkook replied, his smirk playful and expecting.

"T-That-- mouth on my cock, J-Jungkook please," Taehyung blabbered, his head lulling to the side as he tried to switch positions from being on his side, but Jungkook wasn't having it.

"Not yet, I want to fuck you silly first. Does that sound good baby?"

Taehyung nodded feverishly, his arms beginning to feel weak. Jungkook took no time between coating his cock with lube and massaging Taehyung's pretty pink hole again. It felt tight as hell the second his head caught itself to Tae's rim. He gently fucked his own cock between Tae's ass before he let it slide in.

It was a bit difficult at first but as Jungkook went deeper and Taehyung relaxed, it felt like fire was burning from the tips of their fingers to their toes. It was wet and messy, so fucking filthy as Taehyung's drool began to make a little wet spot between him and the sheets.

His heart was pounding against his chest, leaving him aching in more than one place. The second Jungkook’s head had caught at his rim and pushed in, a burn he didn’t expect to be so painful began to spread through his lower half. He felt his thighs shake and his stomach tighten at the feeling of Jungkook’s cock opening him up.

It was completely different having someone, Jungkook, inside of him instead of fucking himself with a butt plug or a dildo, and as soon as the burn eased into searing pleasure, he wanted more and more.

"A-AH! R-Right there, nngh, harder please," Taehyung called out as Jungkook pushed in all the way and made short thrusts, but oh so deep. The higher his leg was raised, the more he felt Jungkook inside of him.
Taehyung looked down briefly and nearly passed out at the mere sight of Jungkook’s furrowed brows along with his lustful eyes. He could see a small bulge in his stomach every time Jungkook pushed in further and watching the younger fuck him this way was far beyond his imagination.

Jungkook was his, and he was Jungkook’s. He was practically repeating this in his head as he let everything hit him like an incoming freight train.

"S-So fucking tight around me baby. Look at you all fucked out and I haven't even made you come yet."

Taehyung felt his face burn as he watched Jungkook trail kisses from his calf to his inner thigh as he continued to ram into him. He squeaked the moment he felt Jungkook bite at his skin and suck a pretty hickey where only they could see.

Jungkook bit again, only this time he lapped at the mark and kissed it several times before moving his hands further down his lover’s body.
"Such a pretty boy, 'm gonna make you all mine," Jungkook rasped out, his lungs begging for air but he had more important matters to attend to, like Taehyung's pretty thighs begging for attention.

"M-More, right there b-baby," Taehyung huffed out, his eyes letting a stray tear roll onto the sheets as he felt the overstimulation begin to set in. It was hot to a painful degree and yet so delicious that it was completely drowned out by pleasure. And with one more deep thrust, Taehyung came and began to shake as his body came down and Jungkook continued to thrust into his aching rim.

"Came untouched, baby, so fucking hot," Jungkook called out, his hands coming down to cup Tae's ass and roll him to his back.
Taehyung widened his legs even though they were aching, and cried out in pleasure as hot tears trickled down his cheeks. His body was overstimulated and he knew that at any second, if Jungkook didn't come, he would probably pass out from his high.

"A-Ah clench around me one more time Taehyung I swear-"
Jungkook's threatening, yet seductive, warning was all Taehyung needed to know that the younger was closer than he thought, so he did just that. He clenched and squeaked at the feeling of Jungkook coming down his orgasm and fucking it out.

They were both heaving, foreheads sweaty, and skin so damn hot and sticky.

"Still wanna bounce on my cock pretty?"

Taehyung nodded, his eyes closing as he felt Jungkook kiss his lips softly, as though they were made of paper, and he couldn't help it but hum into it.
Jungkook's hand came around and released Taehyung from the cuffs.

He placed soft kisses on the bruised skin and began to lap gently at any places that seemed raw.
It felt nice having some soothing friction against his skin, and Taehyung quickly reached into their bedside drawer and pulled out a pretty tie he had chosen before.
"I-I want to wear this..."

Jungkook raised his brows, unsure of what Taehyung meant.

"Like... a tie?"

Taehyung playfully smacked Jungkook's shoulder, coming up to straddle his lap and wrap his arms around his neck.

"I... I want to be blindfolded..."

Jungkook choked, "B-Baby, I... holy shit you're something Tae."

Taehyung shrugged his shoulders, "I-I know you like it too… I’ll tap if I can’t take it anymore, just like last time."

Jungkook nodded, his hands coming up to caress his lover's cheek. Taehyung was always one for surprises, and each one came on top.

"I'll take good care of you baby," Jungkook replied as he grabbed the tie and gently wrapped it around Taehyung's head. It was soft and pretty, just like Taehyung's skin against his fingers.
Taehyung reached out and laid his hand on Jungkook's chest, trying his best to find his place. Jungkook guided him, careful to not hurt Taehyung as he was still sore from getting fucked sideways.

However, as soon as Taehyung felt Jungkook's hard cock poke at his thighs, the fatigue was out the window and lust was welcomed with open arms and legs.
Slowly, Taehyung leaned back and propped himself against his hands. Jungkook guided his cock right to the pretty rim waiting for him, and Taehyung shivered once again.

"You look so fucking sexy, so good for me. Are you gonna be good?"
Taehyung nodded, a stuttered exhale following his answer as he sunk further. It burned less this time, but it was still such a delicious feeling he was already becoming addicted to.
Knowing Jungkook could see him aimlessly reaching for anything was another factor that drove him crazy. He was completely in his palms, and Taehyung couldn't wait to eat it all up.
Jungkook groaned as soon as Taheyung’s ass was pressed against his thighs.

He was taking him in so well and the blissed out face facing him was worth the itching, desperate need to fuck Taehyung senseless like this.
"J-Just like that baby, need me to guide you-"

"Nngh, no, I-I can do it-- just give me a s-second," Taehyung whispered, his chest rising and falling as he tried to keep up with his impatience and brattiness at the same time. He loved a challenge sometimes.

Jungkook let himself lean into the pillows behind him, but his body was too worked up to relax. He wanted to see just how flexible his baby was. And watching him moan with an open mouth as he bounced up and down on his cock wasn't helping his case, but damn was it very much welcomed.

Taehyung shifted as he pushed himself up and a loud cry came out as he hit his prostate dead on and sunk further onto Jungkook's throbbing cock.
Jungkook choked on his breath as he watched Taehyung shudder and whine at the sudden bliss, and without thinking, he reached out to their drawer carefully and pulled out their polaroid.
"B-Baby, let me take a picture, hm? J-Just for us baby, a-ah, you l-look so fucking sexy-"

"Y-Yes, please, I-I want to see it," Taehyung whispered, his hands shaking as he prepared himself to bounce again and hit it just right once more. And as he did, the sound of the shutter going off made Taehyung dizzy and cum on the spot, his body shaking at the feeling of Jungkook buried deep in him and his own cock bouncing up and down against Jungkook’s toned abdomen.
"Ah, shit Tae," Jungkook replied, his hand coming down to milk Taehyung's orgasm just right and make the other melt in his lap.
A whine followed Taehyung's moan. It was getting too much too fast and he fucking loved it.

Jungkook bit down on his lower lip, trying his best to hold on longer but Taehyung was making it so fucking hard. He rolled his hips once, then twice, whimpered and did it again.
Taehyung clenched as he neared his limit and a mewled out moan broke Jungkook into pieces, making him come as he took another picture of his cock buried into Taehyung, with Taehyung's pretty cock flushed against his navel.

The two quickly let out a breath they were holding in, and Taehyung was quick to collapse against Jungkook like a ragdoll. With careful hands, Jungkook untied the tie from Taehyung’s eyes and kissed both eyelids with care. Taehyung was still shaking, and their skin was sticky with cum. It was hot and getting a bit uncomfortable.

“Lay for a second babe, I’ll get a towel to clean you up,” Jungkook whispered into his ear and kissed his temple.

“A-Are you sure? You don’t want my help or--”

Jungkook shook his head, making sure the polaroids were out of the way. Taehyung’s wrists were still sore, and there were many marks left on his thighs from the garters and Jungkook. It was a sinful sight, and Taehyung fucking loved it.

“No, just rest ok? I promise I got you baby, wait here for a second,” Jungkook said, his hands gently caressing Taehyung’s cheek.

“O-Ok, thank you,” Taehyung replied, his hands still tingling with post-orgasm bliss.
Jungkook was quick to return from the bathroom, and in his hand he held a damp towel. He gently began to rub around Taehyung’s bottom, leaving kisses along the way as he heard the other wince. He was already sore but Taehyung didn’t mind.

If anything, it made him feel accomplished. He had finally let the other know how much he wanted to have him. It was difficult but Taehyung wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He just wanted to have Jungkook all to himself.

“Tae, are you ok?”

Jungkook asked this question as he watched Taehyung smile to himself.

“I-I’m so happy, I’m more than okay babe,” Taehyung replied, leaning forward to capture Jungkook in a searing kiss. It was calm, but so warm and passionate. Jungkook was caught off guard for a second, but he was quick to reciprocate the much needed contact.

After discarding the towel in the hamper, Jungkook crawled back into bed with Taehyung eagerly scooting closer to him.

“I love you,” Taehyung whispered dreamily, drawing figures on Jungkook’s bare chest. It was warm and domestic, something that drove Taehyung mad with love.

“I love you more, I hope you’ve never thought otherwise,” Jungkook replied, leaving a kiss burning on the other’s temple.

Those words were a bit hard to swallow, and Jungkook understood why.

“I-”

Jungkook beat him to it though.

“Baby, I wasn’t lying when I said I would be fine if you never wanted to do anything beyond kissing. I would rather cut my dick off than be without you in general.”

Taehyung chuckled, “I-I know, Jimin said the same thing… I-I just… I wanted this. I didn’t pull those stunts just because I felt guilty, although it did play into my reasoning a bit…”

Jungkook looked down with sad eyes, “Don’t think like that again okay? It’s not like I would die if I never had sex with you. However, I would die a lonely life if I never got to hold you like this, or kiss you like this, or even touch you like this.”

Jungkook squeezed him lightly, kissed his cheeks, and brushed his hair behind his ear with a fond and warm gaze. It made tears begin to well up in Taehyung’s eyes.

“I-I won’t. I-I’ll tell you next time if I want something, but only if you do it too,” Taehyung replied, his heart hammering in his chest as Jungkook smiled and placed a kiss on his forehead.

“Hm, well in that case, I’d like to know what you were thinking,” Jungkook began, his voice cut off as he leaned down and placed a kiss on Taehyung’s cherry lips.

“Thinking?”

Jungkook nodded, leaning down further and finally straddling Taehyung. The blanket was pooling around their feet by now, and Jungkook placed his hand on Taehyung’s waist.

“Mmhm. I want to know what my baby was thinking as he was opening himself up for my cock, like the good little boy he is,” Jungkook whispered against Taehyung's skin. His mouth was dangerously close to his navel, and without thinking, Taehyung bucked his hips forward.

“W-When?”

“Your last little stunt, with that pretty little butt plug you taunted me with. Wanna tell me about it?”

Taehyung shivered, Jungkook’s teeth were now clamped on the hem of his briefs.

“J-Jungkook?”

The other looked up with innocent eyes and nodded.

“I-I wanted y-your mouth on me. I wanted to fuck into your pretty mouth baby,” Taehyung whispered out, his skin tingling once more with the way Jungkook was slowly pulling his briefs down.

“I did promise I’d suck you off. My good boy deserves it, don’t you think?”

Taehyung nodded feverishly, anticipating the younger’s warm mouth around him.

Jungkook took his time though, slowly giving kitten licks to Taehyung’s begging tip, and finally, after teasing him to death, wrapped his lips around half of his length.

Taehyung clenched his eyes closed as he felt Jungkook swirl his tongue under his tip and over his slit, sucking like it was his life’s purpose.

“A-Ah, K-Kookie,” Taehyung whined out, his legs wrapping around Jungkook.

“We’re nowhere near finished pup, so hold it in for a little longer. Can you do that?”

Taehyung nodded, biting his lip as he felt Jungkook swallow around him.

“Y-Yes.”

Jungkook’s lips were menacing, absolutely devilish as they continued to eat him up like a strawberry lollipop. And that wasn’t even including the way his tattooed hand wandered about Taehyung’s chest to play with his tender skin.

“You said you wanted to fuck into my mouth, huh? Why don’t you do it now?” Jungkook's hoarse voice called out, his hands still pressing against every inch of skin they could get to.

Taehyung whined desperately as his body arched and his hands found their palace on top of Jungkook’s pretty locks. They were both disheveled, but playing with his lover's hair this way was still as arousing as the first time for Taehyung.

It took him a second before he allowed himself to roll his hips into the younger's mouth. It was so messy as Jungkook let his spit dribble down his chin and onto Taehyung’s pretty thighs. Jungkook choked a few times, his throat constricting right as Taehyung’s pretty head was caught at the back of his throat.

The contraction only made Taehyung want to fuck deeping into the other’s throat, but watching a small tear roll down Jungkook’s cheeks made him pause.

“B-Baby, you don’t have to- ah, ah, aH! Jungkook! I-I can’t-”
Taehyung words were swallowed in an instant as soon as Jungkook felt the other hold back. He knew Taehyung was rather close, and he knew that his face was completely fucked out and probably worried Taehyung.

But this was just what Jungkook wanted. He wanted to make Taehyung take control for a second. He wanted to be nothing but a hole for Taehyung. And he was going to get it, just like Taehyung had gotten what he wanted.

So what did he do?

Jungkook pulled Taehyung down onto the bed and straightened his posture. He was on his knees before, but now laid completely against Taehyung’s legs and allowed himself to sink further onto Taehyung's throbbing cock.

It burned as he let the blunt tip completely choke him for longer than a second. His throat tried to swallow around it, but it was futile and burned like hell, but the pain was quickly subdued with arousal as he heard Taehyung orgasm without cumming.

Taehyung was shaking as Jungkook milked out his orgasm and as Jungkook left his lover's cock with a pop, Taehyung was a puddle of bliss.

“Tae?” Jungkook called out quietly. All he received was a hum from a panting Taehyung.

“Let me clean you up and then you can sleep-- uh, Tae?”

His words were left in the air as he looked down and noticed Taehyung was already practically snoring. He looked exhausted, and yet so peaceful as he took in deep breaths in his sleep.

Jungkook chuckled, knowing Taehyung often couldn’t take activities like these and passed out pretty quickly. But normally he would be awake when Jungkook cleaned them both.

Still, Jungkook got up carefully and grabbed a wet towel from the bathroom. He carefully began to clean around Taehyung’s tummy and his pretty pink hole that still twitched as he passed the wet material against it. And then it was his own turn and before he knew it, he was falling asleep to breakfast in bed ideas for tomorrow morning.

The second Taehyung woke up, he rolled to his side and buried himself further into Jungkook--

Why was the bed empty?

The feeling of cold sheets next to him made him open his eyes in a flash, which in turn made him dizzy.

Jungkook wasn’t in the room, and the house was quiet…

Until Taehyung heard pots and plates moving around in the kitchen. He sighed, pleased to know his partner hadn’t ran out on him after his little stunt-

His fucking stunt. Oh shit. How was he supposed to… face Jungkook after that?

Oh god! He had been so desperate, so messy, so-

“Morning babe, are you hungry?” Jungkook called out, leaning forward to place a kiss onto Taehyung’s pretty lips.

Taehyung was quick to hide his face, his cheeks burning as he recalled what had happened on this exact bed the night before. And of course, Jungkook knew this was going to happen, so he gently placed the other in his lap and let him hide in the crook of his neck.

“How’s my sleeping beauty this morning?” Jungkook teased, earning a light tap on his shoulders that was meant to be a playful slap.

“S-Stop, I-I can’t,” Taehyung replied, his voice shy as well as his gestures. He was like a puppy hiding from embarrassment and Jungkook couldn’t help but tease him. But he knew Taehyung was probably really going through it.

“Sorry, I’ll stop. Want to talk about it?”

A shake complimented his words.

So, shy Taehyung was really going for it today.

“Ok, but let me tell you, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ll be here when you’re ready. But, for now, we can eat in bed, ok?”

Taehyung nodded this time, still not willing himself to leave Jungkook’s lap. However, the smell of pancakes with strawberry jam and banana milk made him do a double take.

“Come on, I know you're hungry, baby. Do you want me to feed you?” Jungkook asked, his voice soft against Taehyung’s cheek.

“Please,” Taehyung replied, feeling a shiver run down his spine as he opened his mouth for a bite of pancake. He was still sitting on Jungkook’s lap and pressed against him, and he didn’t want to have it any other way.

“Was I good?”

Jungkook nearly choked as Taehyung suddenly blurted out the question. The pancakes were long gone and the two were now resting in a bit of comfortable silence. The question was to be met, but Jungkook had expected it much later.

“Of course you were, baby. Why do you ask?”

Taehyung snuggled closer to Jungkook’s chest.

“I… I don’t know… was I not too desperate or-”

“I’ll stop you right there Mr. Kim, I’ll have you know that I rather enjoyed your explicit little thoughts being breathlessly confessed- ow!”

Taehyung really hit him this time, still laced with love, but he couldn’t take the teasing right now.

“I’m serious Taehyung. Anything I do with you automatically becomes my favorite thing ever. Remember that one time we went roller skating and you couldn’t stay balanced, so you fell to the ground and pulled me down with you? You feel on your butt, but I fell right on my face.

And just so you know, I would do that over and over again if it meant I got to spend a few hours with you pampering me like you did that day. I believe I received around a million kisses that day.

Last night was more than I could ever ask. Simply being with you in that way, making love to you- don’t laugh, I’m serious right now!”

Taehyung bit back his next giggle, untucking himself from Jungkook’s neck to place a kiss to his lover's sweet lips.

“I love you,” Taehyung whispered, his hands guiding Jungkook closer as he let himself fully kiss Jungkook.

“I love you too Taehyung, more than you could ever imagine,” Jungkook whispered back, eagerly returning the kiss again.

“How about,” Jungkook continued, placing a kiss onto Taehyung’s jaw before he spoke again.

“We do round three? I’m thinking, hm, slow and absolutely filthy with that mouth of yours. What do you say?”

Taehyung let himself be swept into another kiss.

“Please.”