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The late afternoon sunlight was spilling in from in between the blinds. Tiny dust particles floated around the calm room.
Until a small frustrated sigh left the young artists' lips. Taehyung set his camera down, his attention fully focused on his boyfriend now.
Jungkook was currently pouting, eyebrows furrowed just the slightest as his one hand holding a paintbrush hovered over a canvas.
Sometimes Taehyung liked to just stand back a moment and admire his boyfriend’s beauty. How big his eyes became when he was looking at something with wonder and lust. The curve of his nose or his plump lower lip and the little mole under it. His determination to try new things and becoming exponentially well at them? Jungkook was phenomenal and it broke Taehyung’s heart that he didn’t always see that.
They were both art majors and it was honestly, the perfect setup for them both. Whenever either of them was experiencing a block of motivation, one could help out and vice versa. Even just offering support was sometimes all it took sometimes.
They were each other’s rock. The ones who carried each other through the long long nights and stressful moments.
They had many instances like now in their small apartment. Where they both drew quiet, maybe classical or jazz on low in the background.
“What’s the matter?” He asked when he approached Jungkook.
Jungkook set his paintbrush down with a sigh. “I just… I’m not liking anything right now and this is due in a few days and I just-” His shoulder’s deflated as he groaned.
Taehyung ran his fingers through Jungkook’s hair. It was getting long, which Taehyung was a big fan of. “Babe, it’s going to be alright. I know that when inspiration finally hits, you’re going to make something so extraordinary.” He reassured Jungkook, letting his fingers continue to massage through his scalp.
Jungkook’s eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. A soft appreciative hum leaving his mouth.
“Mm… Yeah, I guess so. I don’t know… I haven’t liked any of my work lately.” He confessed in a small voice.
It stung whenever he heard Jungkook say things like that. Taehyung knows he can’t change exactly how Jungkook feels but he can sure make him feel loved and supported. In one of the few ways, Taehyung knows how.
“How about this bun, I’ll go make you some tea and then when I come back, can I show my favorite things about you?” Taehyung said softly, smiling at Jungkook. He loved watching the color rise on Jungkook’s cheeks.
Taehyung stepped away to the kitchen to begin boiling the water. Drumming his fingers against the counter as he thought of what he was going to do for Jungkook.
“Here babe. This will help.” Taehyung handed the mug over as he started to move the easel over.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked as he finished up moving some of their supplies away. He knew Jungkook wasn’t always big on expressing his frustrations. It made Taehyung worried but he knew no matter what, they both worked it out.
Jungkook moaned into his cup, “I don’t know… Just, what if all of this was a mistake? Maybe I should have done business as my family wanted.” Jungkook mumbled, taking another sip of the hot beverage.
Taehyung frowned, “Jungkookie, look at me. Please?” Taehyung asked calmly, his eyebrows furrowed.
With a sigh, Jungkook looked up to his boyfriend. Jungkook was always left a bit breathless whenever he looked at Taehyung. Everything about Taehyung was unreal. If Jungkook hadn’t been dating him for almost five years now, he definitely would have believed he was made up.
“Kookie, I want you to know that you’re one of the greatest artists that I have had the privilege of witnessing. Everything you do is with so much passion and drive. That’s so hard to come across. Someone so genuine.” Taehyung said with so much sincerity in his voice.
It made butterflies erupt in Jungkook's stomach. The wings fluttered about and his heart rate spiked with them.
Jungkook nodded with a slight pout. “T-thank you Tae. I needed that…” Jungkook was trying his hardest to accept compliments as they came.
“Are you done with that?” Taehyung asked as he watched the younger swish the remaining liquid left in his mug.
Jungkook handed over the mug as he mulled over Taehyung’s words. Not noticing the mischievous glint in Taehyung’s eyes.
“Now Kookie, I wanna do something for you, okay?” Taehyung said as he set the cup down on the table. His eyes ran over his boyfriend who was finally perking up with Taehyung’s words.
“O-okay…” Jungkook was a bit wary of where this was going.
“Great! Now take off your shirt.” Taehyung clapped his hands together.
Jungkook stuttered, “W-what?” How was being shirtless going to help him?
“Just trust me. Now take it off.” Taehyung urged the other on.
With absolute confusion, Jungkook complied. Lifting the material over his head and letting it land softly on the floor next to him.
Taehyung drank in the movement, swallowing when his chest and stomach became exposed. Jungkook worked so hard to maintain his figure and it would be a sin for Taehyung to not show his appreciation.
“Alright, alright. Now your pants.” Taehyung was trying his hardest to keep his voice level.
Jungkook rubbed his arms, the air cool against his skin. “Tae… What’re you doing? Why do I need to get naked?”
“Just, trust me okay?” Taehyung pleaded, giving Jungkook his best puppy dog eyes. He knew deep down that this was a dirty move and Jungkook had told him so.
With a grunt of displeasure, Jungkook was now in nothing but his briefs. “This seems super weird since you’re still fully clothed,” Jungkook whined.
“Don’t worry about me right now babe, alright? Now, close your eyes.” Taehyung commanded.
“What!? What’re you trying to pull hyung?” Jungkook could see this scenario playing out a few different ways. Jungkook wasn’t sure what Taehyung was playing because with Taehyung he knew to not always expect the expected.
Jungkook gave Taehyung a look before he shut his eyes. He heard some light rustling before Taehyung was prompting him to shuffle over. Taehyung’s hands are so warm against his skin right now.
“Okay, awesome. Open your eyes now.” Jungkook complied. Taehyung was sitting across from him. They were sitting down on an old blanket, the one they used for messier projects.
Jungkook quirked an eyebrow at his boyfriend. “Lay down for me, will ya?” Taehyung asked in his sweetest voice.
At this point, Jungkook was done asking questions. Just doing what Taehyung asked. As he was laying down, he heard a tiny ‘pop’ of a cap. Which finally had Jungkook lift his head just slightly to see Taehyung pouring paint into his hand.
“Jungkook, I want to show you everything about you that I love. In one of the only ways I know how.” His voice was deep and smooth, it was sending chills down Jungkook’s spine.
Amplified even more as Taehyung began to straddle his hips. Jungkook’s brain didn’t fully catch up with him until he felt the cold press of the slimy liquid just under his lip.
He stuttered a bit, “W-what’re you doing?” Taehyung just seemed to ignore him in favor of dragging the paint down toward his neck.
His breath hitched when Taehyung’s paint covered hands wrapped gently around his neck. The paint left a beautiful handprint on the thick flesh as Taehyung drew his hand away.
“Mm… these are some of my favorite things." Taehyung nearly whispered as he spread more of the substance.
Taehyung had rubbed his hands together and now both were leaving his prints behind on Jungkook's biceps. Jungkook was starting to have a hard time focusing on anything else but the light firm squeeze Taehyung had on him.
“I know you hear me say this a lot, but I think one more time shouldn’t hurt,” Taehyung explained.
Taehyung’s grip on his muscles tightened a bit, “Your arms are just one of few things I love about you. I know how hard you work for this. If I could just spend every day worshiping you, I absolutely would, Kookie.” Taehyung took advantage of Jungkook’s state to squirt more paint on his hands.
“And this one, this is the most important.” Taehyung leaned down to whisper in Jungkook’s ear. Even with the paint having warmed up from Taehyung’s body heat; it didn’t ease the shudder that ripped through Jungkook when Taehyung rubbed the paint over his nipples.
The paint made the slide of it excruciating. Jungkook couldn’t help the small whine that left his lips as Taehyung continued with the ministrations. “T-Tae…” He whimpered, his eyes close to shutting at the assault.
He heard Taehyung chuckled under his breath, “I’m kidding Kookie. This is the most important part.” He could feel Taehyung place his hand right on his left peck. Jungkook had to take a second to let his foggy brain clear.
Lifting his head just a bit to see Taehyung’s hand where his heart was at. Jungkook groaned, letting his head thud against the floor. Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh.
“I don’t know what I expected,” Jungkook mumbled, his heart rate finally coming back down from the earlier arousal.
“Kookie, there’s absolutely nothing I would change about this. Your heart. It’s pure and so so big. I sometimes wonder how a heart so big can fit in one’s chest.” Targeting said with such fondness in his voice.
Jungkook closed his eyes then, "Hyung, you're so cheesy." Though that didn't stop the smile that was spreading across his face.
"Only for you babe." Jungkook didn't have to open his eyes to know that Targeting had winked with that statement.
Jungkook's smile subsided and his body racked with another shiver as Taehyung's hand continued his ascend down.
"Look how beautiful you are," Taehyung said, barely able to contain his arousal at this point. His eyes took in the contrast of the popping colors against Jungkook's milky skin.
Taehyung's fingers leaving trails everywhere on Jungkook's torso. Especially on the ridges of Jungkook's abs as they constricted with each breath.
"Tae…" Jungkook nearly whispered at this point. He wasn't even sure what he was trying to say. He just needed for Taehyung to do more.
The pace Taehyung was moving at was driving Jungkook mad. Every press of his fingers and hands into his skin with the slick slide of the paint roaming over his body was a new sensation.
Taehyung didn't respond to him, just let his hands rest at the band of Jungkook's briefs. Massaging the paint onto Jungkook's hip bones.
Jungkook involuntarily bucked his hips upwards. Drawing in a quick breath at the friction it had caused between the two. Jungkook's skin was so hot everywhere that Taehyung had touched.
Taehyung had finally let out a labored sigh. Jungkook was able to focus his vision enough to see how affected the other was as well.
Most of the time Taehyung was fairly good at schooling his expressions. It left Jungkook breathless whenever he was able to see Taehyung's barriers crumble down.
"Tae… please…" Jungkook whined one more time to get his boyfriend's attention.
Just like that, Taehyung blinked and was looking at him with that glint in his eyes. Back to his neutral state. If Jungkook hadn't known Taehyung as long as he had, most wouldn't be able to catch the playful look he was sending down at Jungkook.
"Hmm? What's wrong bun?" Taehyung was asking with a smirk. Mirth was evident in his voice.
Jungkook was growing more and more impatient with each touch. He didn't normally beg but right now he wasn't above that to get Taehyung to just do something. Touch him in other places, oh God, and with the paint…
"Tae-hyungie… c'mon. You're being a tease." Jungkook pouted, his hands had started to fist the cloth underneath them.
"A tease? What? All I'm doing is amplifying what is already art here." Taehyung said so calmly.
If it wasn't for their hard-ons pressed against each other right now, Jungkook would have believed Taehyung wholeheartedly.
"Wait. I haven't gotten to one of my favorite parts of you yet." Taehyung shifted, both of them groaning as he lifted himself off Jungkook's lap.
Jungkook squirmed just a bit as he felt Taehyung's hands brushed against his legs.
"All these colors contrasting your skin… You make them stand out." Taehyung stated, seemingly ignoring all the little whimpers Jungkook was making.
Letting his eyes roam over the boy before him. Jungkook was an enigma.
He always left Taehyung’s heart feeling as if it was bursting at the seams. With his adorable nose crunch. It made Taehyung want to hold Jungkook in his arms.
How someone could be so cute and sexy. How someone could be so selfless and beautiful inside and out.
“I love you,” Taehyung said. His hands gripping Jungkook’s thighs now.
Taehyung took the opportunity during Jungkook gasping to spread his legs further apart. The pads of his fingers kneading into the firm flesh.
Both of them were not caring at this point where the paint landed. Taehyung had pretty much declared his clothing wrecked.
“Tae, please…” Jungkook was pleading, almost breathless at this point.
It sent electric fire through Taehyung’s vein how riled up Jungkook could get. Whenever they would share kisses, even if Jungkook didn’t like to admit it, Taehyung could always see the want start to spark behind those doe eyes.
“Hm? What’s the matter, little one?” Taehyung asked. Knowing that pet name would affect Jungkook the most.
Sure enough, Jungkook squirmed. A blush high on his cheeks. “T-Tae, quite teasing.” Jungkook stuttered, hardly able to form sentences right now. With the way, Taehyung’s hands were turning him into putty.
“I’m not sure what it is you want. Use your words babe.” Taehyung said nonchalantly.
Jungkook huffed, “Taehyung, touch me. T-touch me for real.”
Taehyung couldn’t help but chuckle. “I am touching you though bun. See? The evidence is everywhere.” Taehyung shot back, letting his hands begin to grasp Jungkook’s ass.
What Taehyung should have expected but the air was still knocked right of him; was for Jungkook to take his legs and wrap them around Taehyung.
Taehyung barely had time to react, almost landing directly on top of Jungkook. Jungkook’s leg had a strong grip around him. Taehyung grunted as he used his hands to land on either side of the flustered boy.
Jungkook’s eyebrows were furrowed with the most adorable pout making itself present on his face. Taehyung couldn’t stop the fond smile he was more than likely making right now.
“You’re infuriating sometimes, you know that?” Jungkook all but whined.
Taehyung shifted his weight to his right arm as he brought his hand to cup Jungkook’s cheek. The paint had mostly come off on the cloth underneath them from the sudden movement.
“You’re a bit of a brat, huh?” Taehyung whispered. Loving how Jungkook’s eyes fluttered with the statement.
“J-Just… Kiss me already, dummy.” Jungkook mumbled.
Taehyung hummed. Closing the gap between them. It was some kind of crime that Taehyung hadn’t kissed him at all until now.
Their lips molded together in an instantly fiery kiss. Taehyung’s tongue running along Jungkook’s bottom lip. Access immediately granted as their tongues met. Exploring each other’s mouth like they never had before.
Kissing Jungkook was kind of like that. It always felt new but also so familiar. Jungkook showed his passion differently every time.
Taehyung swallowed every desperate whine Jungkook was making. His legs were still wrapped around Taehyung.
Jungkook was losing his grip as their kiss deepened. He ground their crotches together. Eliciting a rough groan from Taehyung.
Jungkook whimpered from the reaction, finally getting something out of Taehyung that wasn't smugness or teasing.
Taehyung pulled away from him. Their breathing was harsh and ragged. Jungkook's lips were red and swollen. It made Taehyung lose focus for a second at how gone the boy already was.
"Fucking… hell. Kookie, you look so God damn… fuck." Taehyung officially couldn't think of anything else other than how badly he wanted to touch Jungkook now. Touch him for real this time.
Taehyung wanted to hear all the little noises Jungkook made when he was unraveling. With a final press of their lips, Taehyung pushed himself back up.
Taking hold of Jungkook's legs and spreading them. Taehyung didn't want to waste time now. He hooked his fingers in Jungkook's briefs, sliding them off.
Jungkook's cock finally sprang free of the confining material. He had been hard for a solid 20 minutes now. Jungkook's cock an angry red at this point.
Taehyung licked his lips. All of Jungkook was beautiful.
"Tae, I'm not gonna last long… please." Jungkook's soft voice broke Taehyung out of his little trance.
He shook his head, "Yeah.. okay babe. You've been so well." Taehyung praised. He loved the keening noise Jungkook made in the back of his throat.
In a swift movement, Taehyung took hold of Jungkook's length in his hand. The moan that ripped out of Jungkook was pure filth.
Taehyung needed to hear more of those lovely sounds. He started to pump Jungkook's cock, flicking his wrist just right on the draw up.
All the pretty noises and curses.
Jungkook was trying hard not to let a simple handjob get the best of him. It was difficult with the build-up Taehyung had done on him. Curse Taehyung and him knowing all the little things that riled him up.
Taehyung watched with intent eyes as Jungkook's orgasm coursed through his body. Jungkook was so alluring in moments like this.
The way his body constricted and his thighs shook with it. The way he wasn't particularly loud. Jungkook would rather bite into his lip, hard enough that Taehyung could see the skin turning white.
Jungkook gripped the cloth underneath them. His arm muscles flexed.
Taehyung couldn't tear his eyes away. He watched Jungkook's cock spurt ropes of white on his stomach. The contrast with all the drying colors on Jungkook's skin was stunning.
"You're truly a masterpiece," Taehyung said in a rush of breath.
Taehyung leaned over Jungkook, who was still catching his breath. He smashed their lips together. His resolve was beginning to crumble.
He caught Jungkook by surprise. The boy yelped into Taehyung's mouth, turning into a moan. As Taehyung's tongue almost immediately dived in.
Jungkook's nails started to dig into Taehyung's arm. "Mm… Tae… Tae, please." Jungkook was growing more and more desperate.
Taehyung moved from Jungkook's lips to his neck. Nipping at the skin that wasn't covered in paint. Sucking the skin between his teeth. The purple marks blending in beautifully with the paint.
“T-ae c’mon…” Jungkook wasn’t even trying now to hide his whining or begging. His impatient hands tugging at Taehyung’s shirt.
Taehyung had no doubt Jungkook could tear the material if he wanted to. Chuckling, Taehyung pulled away from the other boy’s neck.
“Okay... Okay, yeah.” Taehyung assured Jungkook. He hauled himself up, lifting the now rumpled shirt over his head and discarding it somewhere.
In no time at all, Taehyung had rid himself of the rest of his clothing. Shifting around things on their work table. Until he located the bottle lube that they kept out here. Emergencies. You never knew.
After squirting a generous amount on his fingers, Taehyung threw the bottle aside.
“Come on bun, turn around for me,” Taehyung demanded, his voice rough. Already so affected by everything.
Jungkook grunted with the effort. Taehyung drank in the view before him. Jungkook’s perk ass in the air for him on display.
“Jesus Kookie…” Taehyung took the meaty flesh into his hand. Roughly spreading Jungkook’s cheeks, exposing his pink hole. Fluttering with anticipation.
“Yeah? Are you that eager to have something in you, huh little one?” Taehyung said in a gruff. Did it make him a little mean that every time he used that name for Jungkook; he loved the little pouty whines he received?
Jungkook shifted, pushing his ass back into Taehyung’s hand more. “Just… sh-shut up hyung… I want you inside already.” Jungkook’s voice was strained.
“Tsk, tsk… So mouthy.” Taehyung scolded. Rubbing the lube between his fingers.
He gave no warning as he circled Jungkook’s entrance and then pushed in. Jungkook moaned at the intrusion. Taehyung himself didn’t wait any longer. He had been hard this whole time, and it was growing more painful with each slide of his fingers brushing Jungkook’s inner walls.
Taehyung moved up to three fingers now. Jungkook was still a bit sensitive from his first orgasm. His cock was quickly coming back to fullness with the pumping of Taehyung’s fingers inside him though.
“T-Tae, I’m g-good. C’mon.” Jungkook’s body was trembling at this point, evident in his voice.
Taehyung groaned as he withdrew his fingers from Jungkook’s inviting hole.
“Okay… Okay, bun.” Taehyung lined himself up and eased in. Holding his breath until he bottomed out. Jungkook was quivering. His grip on the cloth beneath them tight as he felt every inch of Taehyung enter him.
Taehyung’s hold on Jungkook’s hips was bruising as he began to move. Taehyung always moved in a way that drove Jungkook wild. Slow and precise. He found Jungkook’s prostate in no time.
Hitting it spot on as he kept up the sensual pace. Jungkook could feel tears welling up behind his. It was maddening. Every drag of Taehyung's cock felt excruciating. Jungkook was gaping, little ahs leaving his mouth with each thrust in.
“Tae… Tae… please… faster…” Jungkook was close to sobbing. His eye clenched shut as a shout punched out his lungs as Taehyung began a brutal pace.
“I-is that better, huh bun? Taehyung grunted.
He could feel himself getting close, Jungkook had to have been as well.
Taehyung pulled out, a frustrated cry left Jungkook’s throat. In a quick movement, Taehyung had Jungkook on his back again. Grabbing ahold of Jungkook’s legs and pushing them close to Jungkook’s chest as Taehyung entered him again.
They moaned in unison. Taehyung wasted no time in setting the pace fast.
The earlier softness evaporated as he focused on the way Jungkook was clenching him. Begging Taehyung to move even quicker. Through his hazy vision, he clashed his lips with Jungkook's. He wanted to swallow all those sounds.
Jungkook cried into his mouth as he came a second time. Taehyung slowed his pace, withdrawing from him. Tears were now streaming down Jungkook’s pretty face, his chest heaving.
Taehyung pulled out again, pumping himself swiftly. Moaning as he looked down at Jungkook’s body. Some of the paint was cracking in parts, the cum splattered over his stomach and the sweat creating a sheen. Jungkook was a complete mess.
“God.. You’re so filthy right now.” Taehyung rasped.
Jungkook whimpered back, barely comprehending when Taehyung shot his sperm all over the younger. Mixing in with his own on his stomach.
With a final pump, Taehyung collapsed next to his boyfriend. The room was quiet besides their heavy breaths.
Jungkook didn’t know how much time had passed, but he finally shifted. Groaning at how at gross he was feeling.
“Hyunggg… You made a mess. You better be the one cleaning this up, too.” Jungkook pouted.
Taehyung laughed, lifting his head from the floor. Taking a look at the art he had created.
“Kookie, this has to be one of my best works yet. How could you complain?” Taehyung asked.
Jungkook rolled his eyes, a blush flaring up. He playfully slapped Taehyung’s arm, who only giggled in return.
“Mm… But really, Kookie… You’re art yourself. I hope you know that.” Taehyung said with so much fondness, Jungkook had to shut his eyes.
Jungkook interlaced his fingers with Taehyungs, giving a small squeeze. Letting Taehyung know he heard him and was so thankful to have someone like him in Jungkook’s life.
“C’mon babe. We should probably clean up.” Taehyung commented, tapping Jungkook’s thigh as he made to sit up.
“Here, wrap your arms around me,” Taehyung instructed as he pulled Jungkook up. Jungkook wasn’t even aware of how much his body had felt like jelly.
He wrapped his arms around Taehyung’s neck, laying his head on Taehyung’s shoulder. Breathing in his scent.