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Even with two bottles of beer in his system, Jungkook can still feel the nervousness in his skin. His surroundings is a big wave of enjoyment and intoxication. Lights pulsing in various colors from the fixtures of the ceiling. The loud music beating just beneath his feet and vibrating through the floor where he stands near the bar, hips pressed to the edge of the counter. His almost full third bottle sits motionless between his palms. Eyes busy sweeping over the crowd, the dancing silhouettes are occasionally thrown into sharp relief by the color changing lights. Reds, blues and purples reflecting on various body parts, flashy garments and neatly done hair. Drunk, uncoordinated bodies sway to Stayin' alive, heads thrown back, hands perched in precarious spots on other bodies. The heat, the pleasant hum of narcotics is infectious in the late night. But Jungkook can't afford to lose himself in the inebriated chaos. He has a mission tonight, a goal in mind and he's working through it.

Well technically speaking, his goal is no different from most of the club goers present around him. It's pretty simple and obvious. Getting someone to hook up with isn't the most difficult of missions, especially given the setting he has gotten himself into. He can manage that feat even with a hazy, alcohol saturated mind, without breaking a sweat. After all, a majority of the crowd around him is looking for the same thing. Grooving bodies, the exposed skin, heated breaths and the salacious glances all are working towards the same goal. Lock a target, flirt a little, buy a drink. Dance sultrily, whisper filth disguised as smart retorts in their ear and you get yourself a nice body, a pretty face. One night of unadulterated fun. Sex, booze, some coke if you're lucky. 

But what sets Jungkook's goal appart tonight is his preference for the kind of hook up he's looking for, or rather the gender of his hook up. He needs to be careful.

Jungkook hasn't hooked up with many of the same gender. But oh does he want to . His attraction for the same sex, their bodies, the excitement, the kind of pleasure it provides. He loves it. Almost burns with the desire of it sometimes. His preference, his sexuality  isn't known to many, but he indulges himself in it from time to time.

Truth be told, he's quite hesitant to reveal this part of himself to the people around him. A lot of things bind him from feeling completely at ease with his wants. He is not very confident in his self when it comes to it either. But the heart wants what it wants and he isn't too stubborn to not go with the flow sometimes.

Which is what brings Jungkook here tonight. Though he isn't very sure if he can score a date, if he can even call it that, in this club. There aren't many who share the same preference as him out there, or at least not roaming around in plain sight. But he found most of the people he messed around with in similar settings--except for the very tall guy he met at the gas station diner or few of his first ones back in college--so he'll give it a go. He has dressed himself up to the best of his abilities as well. A silky red shirt tucked into his tight high waisted denims, the leather belt holds the flared jeans snugly around his narrow waist. The fabric of his shirt stretches nice and taut over his shoulders, the top few buttons undone to reveal a generous amount of skin on the chest. The collar flattened on both sides of his neck and a thin chain of gold glimpses from under it, complementing the pale complexion of his chest when the bouncy lights reflect from it. His black hair is parted just a little to the side of his forehead with it's natural waves. Face powered and lips shining a thin layer of hued gloss, he looks quite the sight with a tinted red pair of glasses sitting on top of his shapely nose. Looks are, after all, an important part of the ritual.

Jungkook takes small sips of his beer and eyes the mass of bodies dancing a few feet away. Pointy shoes, high heels and leather boots alike thumping down on the colorful squares of the floor to the rhythm of the most popular disco tracks playing loudly. He gets sort of distracted from his hunt while crowd watching, absentmindedly mouthing at the rim of his bottle. Eyes caught up in the grooves, ears trained to the music. Almost lost in his thoughts, he suddenly notices a pair of eyes on him from the periphery of his vision. His head whips towards the source and so does the source, whipping away from him. Jungkook doesn't think much of it though. It's a nightclub, there's a hundred pairs of eyes roaming about in the semi darkness. He goes back to sipping his beer.

But then it happens a couple more times. And he can't just let it go, can he? Curiosity getting the best of him. He turns his head, and there it is, a boy, no, a man. The man doesn't shy away from his glance this time, instead choosing to firm his gaze on him, his lips pressed to a glass with its bottom filled with ice. He gives Jungkook a deliberate once over before turning back to face the bartender. Jungkook slowly turns back to the crowd as well, but now his body language a tinge self conscious. He holds his head high, chin jutting out just slightly, and it accentuates the sharp curve of his jaw, the delicate dip down his throat. He knows the eyes will be back on him shortly.

The man is seated near the other end of the long bar counter. Legs folded and hanging down from a high bar tool. From his position Jungkook can only see his side and the back of his head. But he can tell that the man is tall, figure taut. He is dressed in a white shirt, a green waistcoat over it hugging his sides just right. His head is a mess of blond hair. Ruffled and slightly displaced from the professional look it must have had prior to this after a long day of work Jungkook assumes.

A few more rounds of such back and forth and the sole of Jungkook's shoe is tapping on the floor in a nervous beat. Finally, the man decides to abandon his tool and venture in Jungkook's way. And with his approaching figure Jungkook can see the easy air around him, the confidence, the power. He struts towards him in a way that is all too languid and lazy but sure of his steps at the same time. When he is just a mere feet away, Jungkook is surprised to find the man has a good two inch on him. From this close he can make out the pinstripes on his long sleeved shirt. The green vest fits perfectly over his broad and proud set of shoulders, a striped tie tucked inside the buttoned coat that stretches over a solid, hard chest. He has a hand lazily tucked inside his trousers of the same green colour that fits nicely over his hefty behind and comes down along miles of long legs to flare at the bottom, shiny leather shoes underneath. All of that paired with that face of his has Jungkook frozen in his place. He comes to rest a few inches away from Jungkook, space scarce between them in the crowded bar counter and cocks a hip against the wooden edge, leaning just slightly to his side and head tilted in an easy, playful manner, an elbow rested on the counter to support his weight. The sheer confidence in his posture is enough to punch Jungkook in the guts. One corner of his mouth stretches against his cheek and with raised eyebrows the man asks, "Drinking alone tonight?" Tone airy and nonchalant.

And to Jungkook's embarrassment, he is momentarily stupefied by his face. Dirty blond hair finger swept backwards to reveal a broad forehead with particularly strong, dark eyebrows. Light brown, almond shaped eyes framed in pretty and thick eyelashes. A high nose bridge and a plush set of lips, face a perfect combination of sharp and soft features, he is downright gorgeous, beautiful even. Jungkook feels his heart lodge at the sound of his voice. And oh his voice. Rich in texture, so deep, smooth like velvet. Breathing is all but forgotten. The sight of the man in front of him is infuriating. His retort comes even before his brain has had time to think properly. His voice pitched higher than he'd like, "You were drinking alone too."

That makes the man huff a laugh, the rich sound of it tickling at Jungkook's ears. "For men like me, a little time away from gruesome bosses and bootlicking colleagues after doing overtime for a week straight is heavenly. Drinking alone is a blessing that rarely occurs and I've come to appreciate it. But you," He adjusts on his feet, one feet locking behind another ankle and like this the shape of his body is tantalizing, demanding attention, "a youngblood like you, drinking alone in a club is...not a sight you see commonly. Are you perhaps waiting for someone?" He asks as if he knows the answer is negative.

He is definitely older, and he just mentioned he is an office worker. So maybe he is in his late 20s? Early 30s? Jungkook can't tell exactly. His features make him look pretty young though. But that's something new for Jungkook, dealing with men a bit older than him. Not sure how to act at the sudden attention from such a man who looks like that, Jungkook shakes his head timidly, "N-no. I'm just here by myself."

"Hm, what a pity. Wasting away a face like that." He almost coos in a patronizing tone. "Let me buy you a drink then," He finishes by jutting his chin towards the bottle in Jungkook's hand, which Jungkook only now notices is almost finished. But before he can say anything, the man has already turned towards the bar and ordered two drinks.

Okay, now, that can definitely be classified as an attempt to flirt. But Jungkook knows better than to just assume. Both from personal experiences and stories from friends, he knows that there are some men who will hit on guys like Jungkook, flirt subtly, give some hints only to laugh at your face when you try to approach them, even mock or show disgust just at the thought of it. They gain some twisted sort of pleasure in doing so, make people like Jungkook feel miserable, low and pathetic. So he chooses to play it safe. No jumping into conclusion. The bartender sets the drinks in front of them and he smiles something neutral while receiving the glass from the man. He swipes his eyes at the man's fingers while he's at it because you never know, people can be a scumbag sometimes. But to his relief, his ring finger is blessedly empty, only two thin bands of silver occupy his index and middle finger.

"I'm Taehyung, by the way," The man, Taehyung, says after taking a sip from his own glass. Scotch, Jungkook notes absentmindedly, how boring. His own is a piña colada, nothing adventurous, but hey, it's better than scotch. He takes a tentative sip of the beverage, smacking his lips together when the liquid skims past them. Taehyung's eyes layer on the sheen of his lips, which doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook. "Jungkook." His answer is short, "Nice to meet you." Quite honestly, he doesn't know if he can manage longer sentences. The confident aura around the man overpowering whatever semblance of courage Jungkook has in himself. So he goes for short and to the point answers, not keen on making a fool of himself in front of this gorgeous man.

"Jungkook," Taehyung seems to taste how the word rolls around his tongue, lips set in a perpetual smirk, "so do you come here often?" His head tilts to the side, much like a puppy, but his aura is that of a lion. Jungkook feels pretty intimidated.

"Not really. My nightly adventures are pretty limited." He answers honestly. Something in the man has his mind in a frenzy, his brain can not bother to say anything smart, look cool or mysterious, as the man himself is. Jungkook's replies are quite plain.

But despite that, Taehyung's interest seems to be rooted in him. Eyes dancing curiously over his features. His attention undivided, as if he is here to listen to whatever Jungkook has to say. "Hmm? why is that?" He swirls the liquid in his glass and Jungkook eyes the thin, long fingers he has wrapped around the periphery of it, he can't not. They just look so elegant and dainty. Taehyung's whole posture is that of elegance.

Jungkook unconsciously curves his body line to mirror the other's body language. He tucks a few strands of hair behind his hair, a nervous habit, and takes a big gulp of his drink. "Not a big fan of such scenarios." He answers simply but Taehyung's eyes dance with mirth.

"Then why are you here tonight ?" His tone is playful, eyes shining like he got Jungkook just where he wanted him.

Jungkook plays right into his trap like the innocent bunny he is. Shrugging, he looks around, gestures vaguely with a finger, "For the same thing the most people are here for."

"Oh, and what would that be?"

Jungkook narrows his eyes at him, but his huff is childish. "You know what I mean."

"I do have an idea darling. But I would need you to spell it out for me." That...very much sounds like an offer. And coupled with the sudden pet name, Jungkook's brain is a tangled mess of short circuited wires. Now he is pretty sure that Taehyung is in fact flirting with him, has genuine interest. But it still seems unreal to him. Taehyung  just waltzs up to him looking like a casanova and showing interest in Jungkook who is but a shadow at the corner of the bar. But he'd be an utter idiot to let the opportunity pass. When he got out of his apartment tonight he didn't vision himself scoring a hottie like that but he's totally down with it.

He turns towards the bar completely now, shoulders hunching, head leaned in Taehyung's direction. He circles the rim of his glass with his fingertip and Taehyung's eyes are drawn to the motion of it. "Well, I'm not here for the chicks for sure." He says, keeping his tone as neutral as possible, but his insides are one big bundle of nervousness.

Taehyung's eyes whip back to his face in an alarming speed, wide open and gaze heavy over his own eyes. A pink tongue appears briefly to swipe at the bottom lip and Jungkook feels a wave of heat licking at his insides. "Good, cuz me neither." He counters with that deep timbre of his voice, knocking down the rest of his scotch.

Well that settles that.

From then on it's just them going back and forth about this and that, trivial stuff, with fleeting touches and wonton gaze. Jungkook learns about Kim Taehyung's work as a production manager at his uncle's popular magazine. Jungkook finished his college last year, still trying to wiggle his way into the working world, so he naturally finds Taehyung's position admirable, such a big responsibility on him. It just adds to his charms. The bar counter gets progressively more crowded as the night hours tick by and they're forced to stand even closer, shoulders almost touching but neither of them has any complaint about that, more than pleased at the proximity. This close Jungkook can get a whiff of his expensive cologne, the musky, woody smell of Lagerfeld Classic the elder wears. It makes him feel heady. Drinks keep coming and Jungkook's blood hums in his veins. He giggles at something silly and both of their heads are tucked close as they snicker. Taehyung's hand lightly cups at his bicep over his shirt to make room for a person ordering just behind him. His voice just this side of raspy and Jungkook is buzzing pleasantly, both from the ambience around the two of them and the anticipation for what's to come. He doesn't know if it's the club that now houses more people than it possibly can or the atmosphere they have created between them, but it suddenly starts to feel hot. Jungkook tugs at his shirt collar uncomfortably, the fabric sticking to the back of his neck. Taehyung resorts to rolling the sleeves of his shirt messily up his elbows, revealing strong forearms underneath. He rests both of his arms on the cool countertop, leaning a bit on them as he retells an anecdote. An expensive looking watch glints around his bony wrist. Jungkook has to consciously stop himself from ogling the veins that protrude under the tan skin, a thin layer of body hair dots over the stretch of skin and he finds himself inexplicably turned on by them.

At one point, when it feels like the patrons of the club are closing in on them, Taehyung straightens up. Brushing off some invisible dust on his trousers, he looks at Jungkook from under his brows, "Shall we get out of here?"

Jungkook has to gulp, this is what he has been waiting for all night, the better part of his day actually. His breath rushes out of him in a whoosh, "Yes please."

Taehyung gives him a knowing smirk, calls the bartender to settle their bills. Even when Jungkook insists on paying his own half and the beers he had prior to meeting Taehyung, the elder doesn't heed to him. "Nonsense," he chides him softly as Jungkook argues and takes out his wallet, "I was the one to offer you drinks, wasn't I?" "But the beers before you-" "No buts, sweet face, it's already taken care of. Let's just get out of here." He nudges Jungkook to start walking and he tucks his wallet back in his jeans, defeated.

They make their way through the swarming bodies, inching towards the exit, Jungkook leading as Taehyung follows behind him. Just as they reach the door, a group of giggling girls hurry past them and Jungkook has to stop in his tracks abruptly. He feels a hot breath at his neck, almost tickling at his senses and he turns around to find Taehyung closer than he anticipated, chest almost pressed to his back and Jungkook's gut lurches at the sight of him. "Come on, keep it moving," his voice is gentle but the sound of it is everything but, syrupy and thick in a way that's driving the raven haired crazy. He temps down his shiver and strides past the doors and out of the club in a swift motion.

Outside, the air is pleasantly chill. A freshening relief from the stuffy, moist air inside the club. Jungkook takes a few long breaths of the crisp air, feeling his lungs and tapering down his beating heart. But not for long though. He feels the ghost of a palm at the small of his back, Taehyung's large hand just barely brushing at him when he crosses him and towards the parked cars. "Let's go. My car is down there." He says casually.

A Car? Jungkook really should have known that a man like Taehyung probably doesn't go around without a car. But he didn't think they'd really go somewhere when Taehyung suggested they get out of the club. Though fooling around in his car does sound appealing. Taehyung reaches to the rows of auto vehicles and keys in a red car. A Pontiac Grand AM, holy shit. This man is loaded. He motions for Jungkook to get in as he himself climbs up in the driver's seat. Jungkook nervously grips the shiny handle and opens the door. Taehyung grabs the small leather suitcase that occupies the passenger seat and hauls it on the backseat so as to make room for Jungkook. Settling in, he adjusts the cuff of his shirt with fidgety hands, the car roars to life as Taehyung positions his bare arms on the steering wheel. He looks out of the window as he carefully backs away from the parking space and rolls onto the road.

"Um, where are we going?" He asks when the car is peaking up speed. Taehyung looks at him briefly before training his eyes back to the road. "A motel just a few blocks ahead. You comfortable with that?" A motel is more than what Jungkook could wish for, given his circumstances. His hooks up usually are limited to hasty blowjobs at dark, narrow alleyways or back of the pubs. On other times, desperate fucking with a very short window of time in leaving room couches. A motel with a whole bed to themselves sounds heavenly. He nods his head at Taehyung and he gives a small smile in response, "I'd take to my crib but I don't think my elderly neighbours would appreciate that."

"It's fine. As long as it's safe for us." Jungkook reassures him.

"Don't worry your pretty head about that. It's a place I know well. There's nothing to fear." Taehyung's palm find a perch on his thigh, just little above his knees, not at all subtle, a small smirk graces his lips as he faces ahead, driving with just one hand. His words put Jungkook to ease, but the action that follows has the heat of his body rising. His cheeks gets rosy at the simple touch. He loves the sight of his slender fingers wrapped over his knees, makes him think how he'd like it wrapped around some other places as well. And that makes him blush even more. He berates himself mentally for the thoughts but he really can't help it when Taehyung looks like he's ten seconds away from throwing himself at Jungkook. The  whole ride proves to be a torture for him.

It's a little roadside motel with neon pink banners. The roofs low and the insides glittering with lights can be seen through the little square of glass on top of the doors at the front. Taehyung parks his car under a shed and gets out of the driver's seat. Jungkook follows and gets down too, albeit a little shaky on his feet. The elder makes his way to the front, pushing the door with a palm and throws a taunting smile over his shoulder. He walks into the building like he owns the place. Jungkook's footsteps behind him is rather timid. He walks straight to the front desk where a boy perhaps not older than Jungkook himself is reading an old magazine. He looks up at them with bored eyes, chewing loudly on a bubblegum. Taehyung talks to him shortly and pays off his own wallet, collecting the small key the boy hands him with a room number. If he's surprised to see two men renting a room for the night, he masks his surprise well. Then again, it's just business for them, the more the patrons the better the business. In the end who brings whom in the motel probably doesn't matter to them. Though it's not much of a comfort for Jungkook anyways. But he's here tonight, with a partner like Taehyung and he won't let anything else bother him for the rest of the night. He's gonna enjoy every second of his time with Taehyung tonight.

Taehyung murmurs a soft "Come on," shaking the key in between his fingers and Jungkook follows him down the opening of a narrow lobby beside the front desk. The lights are dim here. Rows of doors decorate the wall at their left, the opposite wall accomodating a few paintings of poor taste. Jungkook is close behind Taehyung, palm almost enclosed near his elbow as they venture through the dark lobby going deeper. A thick, ratty velvet curtain lies at the end and Jungkook thinks this is the end of the lobby but Taehyung pulls it aside and reveals another set of doors lining a wall. They go inside and Taehyung opens the room at the very corner with the help of the key. A sticker with No. 29 written on it attached to the front of it.

When Taehyung parts the door, Jungkook is surprised to see the interior of the room. There are fairy lights hung along one of the walls, twinkling brightly. The room is bathed in a pink glow, a bit dark but it looks stunning all the same. A bed is situated against the opposite wall, the pink sheets of it clean and crisp. The heap of pillows of various shapes and sizes piled upon it looks inviting. The light fixtures above the somewhat heart shaped headboard and on the ceiling are elaborated. The walls are painted in monochrome but it's hard to tell the exact colour of it because of the glowy pink hue that washes over everything. The curtains on the tiny windows are white and Lacey, a few random paintings hang from the wall.  There's also a narrow loveseat lined against another wall and that's pretty much all the room has. But it's quite good, Jungkook has to admit. When he enters the room and takes off his rose tinted shades, the room is still rosy in front of him, warm and inviting. Even if the motel looked plain from the outside, the insides of it is pretty lavish. Jungkook is almost sure this is one of those special rooms, reserved for whoever can pay for the luxury.

He hears the thud of the door closing behind him and Taehyung is all over him in a moment. He was so busy taking in the room, he almost forgot about the man who brought him here, forgot about the heat that was gradually consuming his insides. All of that comes rushing to him when Taehyung pushes him against the closed door. A broad hand on his chest and another caging him in against the wooden frame near his hips. He takes a moment just to look him in the eyes and when he sees only desire swim in them, he leans down to seal his lips on top of Jungkook's. The younger's breath rushes out of his nose as he melts against the door instantly, puckering his lips to press back on Taehyung's. His lips are plump and full, perfectly capturing Jungkook's thinner ones as he kisses him. The kisses are chest and firm at first. Just this tiny pecks on his puckered lips again and again, brushing against him and tingling at the edge of his senses. The softness of them has Jungkook keening for more. He surges upwards, fitting their lips firmly, his upper lip slides a bit between Taehyung's lips and the bottom one cups under the other's bottom lip and kisses. A tiny noise escapes Taehyung, he switches the position and it's Jungkook's bottom lip now in-between his. His nose closes in, presses against Jungkook's and then he's sucking at the plush bed of his lip, applying a slight pressure that makes Jungkook's mind reel. He lurches forward to fit their body closer, his hand bunching the smooth fabric of the waistcoat at his sides. They deepen their kisses, taking turns to suck into each other's mouth, their lips become progressively wetter, kisses noisier and it's a music to their ears, tugging at their arousal more. Groans and sighs leave their lips as they fit their mouths together again and again. Tongues swipe at the seams, prodding at the bottom lip and their lips part, allowing the wet muscles to enter and lick the insides. Taehyung makes a low noise at the back of his throat as Jungkook's wet tongue touches his and then they are a tangled mess, sucking noisily and exploring the hot cavern of their mouths, teeth biting down on each other's lips. Their bodies line together. Chest and stomach and hips pressing against each other like a game of push and pull. Taehyung's hands are on his chest, his shoulder, cupping at his biceps and gathering him by the hips. He groans against his mouth, "Oh gods, you have got some muscles on you huh sweet cheeks." His voice is just above a whisper and so heated, it goes directly to Jungkook's groin and he has to whine at the praise. He slips a leg between Taehyung's thighs and chokes when the elder lowers his hips just slightly to rock against the hard muscles of it, he feels the heat between the other's legs and Taehyung smirks against his lips. Jungkook's own pants are tight and uncomfortable, looking for some friction. They let go of each other's mouth, lips and chin moist, glistening. And Jungkook just stares at the fucked out expression on the other's face, lips swollen and hair messier than it was before, eyes blown wide and the hard set of muscles at his face slacked, more open. He startles out of his thoughts when the elder chuckles at his wide eyed exploration. He walks backwards, a hand softly tugs at Jungkook's elbow and the other one working at the buttons of his vest, "Come on, Jungkookie, we still have a long way to go. Can't have you spacing out on me." He wiggles his eyebrow and the waistcoat comes off in a moment, thrown aside on the hideous loveseat with a swift flick of wrist.

Jungkook follows his footsteps deeper into the room as if in trance, his hands automatically removing the belt of his jeans and popping open the top button. The back of Taehyung's calves heat the edge of the bed and he sits down on it, looking up at Jungkook's looming figure as he loosens his tie and pries away the top few buttons of his shirt, lips caught in his teeth. Jungkook stares down at him, untucking the red shirt from the confines of his waistband. He sits down heavily on Taehyung's lap, knees on either side of his hips and they don't waste any time to seal their mouths together in a hot kiss. He braces himself with his hands on the other's shoulder and kisses at his cheeks, along his sharp jawline and behind his ear. Taehyung mouths wetly at the juncture of his neck and shoulder at the other side, tugging the collar of his shirt back to bare the pale skin. He bites down on it experimentally and he feels Jungkook shiver in his arms, his hard on pressing at his stomach. The younger licks at his collarbone in retaliation, sucks some harsh kisses at the column of his throat and Taehyung has to do everything in his power not to buck his hip up. He circles Jungkook's narrow waist with an arm instead and presses him in so their clothed members are trapped tightly between their bodies. Jungkook's mouth at the side of his neck becomes sloppy and wet as he starts rocking subtlety against Taehyung while the blonde sucks the lobe of his ear between his lips. He nudges at Taehyung until he gets the hint to move up the bed. The elder situates in the middle of the bed, Jungkook lifts off his lap and climbs up on the mattress in front of him, the sheets wrinkle under his knees.  Taehyung leans back with his hands rested behind him on the silky fabric and looks at Jungkook with a slight cock of his head, legs parted for him to sit between them and like this he looks so freaking hot it makes Jungkook dizzy with want. His bare chest peeking behind the mostly undone shirt is flooded with the pink light of the room, giving it an alluring glow. His body language is so inviting and open. His heavy eyes on Jungkook is like a brand burned onto his skin. The tent at the front of his green trousers is obvious and Jungkook has his hand down there in an instant, tearing the button away and pulling down the fly at one go. Taehyung hisses at the sudden pressure at his bulge, his hips stuttering. He gets a strong hold around Jungkook's wrist before he can plunge his hands into his briefs. Jungkook looks up at him, confused at the sudden interruption, his tongue comes out to wet his bottom lips feeling a little bit unsure. "D-do you not want me to?"

Taehyung looks like he is barely holding himself back from bucking his hips into Jungkook's cupped palm. "I want you to, so much. But what's the hurry darling? We've got the whole night to us."

Jungkook sits back on his haunches, a little confused frown etched in his brows and lips pouted. Taehyung snickers at his wounded expression, like he just snatched away a candy from a kid. "Have you not heard of foreplay ? "

Jungkook makes a little face at that, "Of course, I have." Of course, he knows what foreplay is. It's just that he has never really considered it. The nature of his hook ups were never like that. There was no pre or post to it. He would consider himself lucky if he could get to the penetration part and not just be limited to hurried blowjobs or handjobs. But the thought of getting to do more with Taehyung is very welcomed.

Taehyung has already started undoing the last few buttons of his start, letting it hang loosely by his sides. Unhindered expense of skin, so smooth and tan, comes into view. He straightens his back and pokes  his chest out, head tilting back. The tie around his neck loose but still in place as it hangs between his pecs and down to his soft looking stomach. "Then touch my nipples first, will you?" Taehyung's voice pitches high at the end, like the very thought of that is pleasuring to him.

Jungkook gulps, his Adam's apple visibly bobbing with it. His eyes move to the dusky nipples that peak between his parted shirt, perky and round. His cock twitches between his legs at the sight.  But he fidgets in his place at the request, not sure how to go with it. Sensing his hesitance Taehyung huffs, "What? You don't even know how to play with a man's tits?", He rolls his eyes, goes for a condescending tone, but it just comes out as teasing, "You still have a long way to go, sweetheart. For now, just watch me and learn, okay?" And he sounds too pleased with himself at the prospect.

He quickly leans in to kiss Jungkook's parted mouth sweetly before leaning back and free falling onto the mattress on his back, bouncing a little on it before cushioning his head and upper back on the assortments of pillows, his hair fanned out beneath him. Taehyung bites down on his lip and Jungkook watches with a hungry gaze as his palm travels over his stomach and upto his chest, just the fingertips caressing his skin lightly as goosebumps appear in their wake. He continues caressing his chest from left to right with light hands, the pads of his fingers skimming over smooth, unblemished skin, nails gently scraping at places. The hand smooths down the rungs of his ribs and back up again to brush past one of his nipples, he does it a few more times, his breathing deep and calm. Taehyung starts by moving his middle finger in circles around the areola, Jungkook's licks his lips as  the perky bud slowly hardens under his ministrations. All of a sudden, the fingers leave his chest and he follows them to Taehyung's mouth where he dips two fingers past his lips and swirls his tongue to coat them in a thick layer of saliva, all the while maintaining eye contact with Jungkook. His eyes become hooded when he brings them back to his chest and the wet finger starts rubbing around the bud in tight circles, his breath quickens and a small ah falls from his lip. Taehyung brings the pad of his fingers to the very tip of the bud and brushes the uneven skin of it, an embarrassing sound escaping him. He bites down on his bottom lip hard and continues to rub the tip in quick succession, occasionally using his nails, but the tiny whimpering noises can still be heard at the back of his throat. Jungkook drinks up the sight greedily, his mouth watering. He has to press his hips down on the mattress to apply some pressure at the growing head of his cock. With the way the man is putting up a show for him, Jungkook has an inkling that he loves to be watched and the thought just makes him that much harder.  Taehyung pushes on top of the stiff nub, pressing it down to his chest and moving his fingers in tiny circles. He pinches it between his thumb  and index finger next, grabbing at it to roll it around his breast. His head pushes back against the pillows, throat baring as his chest quivers. Jungkook has a hand on his own bulge by then, he squeezes at it with a tight grip like that would stop the rush of arousal he feels at his nether region. Taehyung eyes him with mirth. Bending his finger at the knuckles, he flicks at the erect teat and cries out at the spark that shoots through his nerves. He flicks at the hard stem with rapid movements of his finger, strangled moans tumbling out of him, he is now gasping open mouthed, face contorted like he wants to cry out in pleasure. Impatiently he brings his other hand to his neglected nipple which stands stiff in search of attention, he begins flicking at it with similar motion, moaning unhindered. Soft gasps and choked sighs leaving his quielvery lips. The little bit of his white boxers that's visible through the open fly is soaking wet, making it semi transparent and showing the flushed, pink skin underneath.  He gathers all five of his fingertips around both of his buds and pulls upwards, almost screaming with how loud his moan is in the silent room, his chest coming off the bed with the motion. Jungkook's breath hitches at the display, the arched line of other's body, the blissful expression of his face, the way his eyes roll up makes Jungkook's breath quicken, he rocks down on his palm shamelessly. Taehyung's neck is sweaty, his breath loud and quick as he cries, hands rolling the buds relentlessly and Jungkook is going crazy. He just can't keep his hands to himself anymore, mouth itchy with the need to do  something as Taehyung writhes beneath him.

He suddenly grabs his hand and stops the motion, it's Taehyung's turn to look confused, but before he can ask, Jungkook ducks down and has his hot mouth around his nipple in a second. Taehyung lets out a surprised choke at the tight pressure inside his mouth. He takes his hands off his chest to stretch them over his head instead, grips at a handful of pillows and groans. The nub is pebbled and rock hard under the softness of his tongue as Jungkook laps at it wetly, the flattened cushion of it licks strips over his chest. He swirls his tongue around once and suckles hard , moans at the sensation, the very act of it so erotic to his knowledge. Taehyung arches his back at the vibration of his moan, a hand grips at the back of Jungkook's head and he pushes his chest more into the younger's mouth, whimpering. Jungkook doesn't know where the sudden surety of his movement came from, but seeing Taehyung pleasuring himself so shamelessly, so confidently made his guts stir and that very confidence leaked into him as well. He lays his body flat on top Taehyung, his abs pressing down on the other's swollen member, he can feel the wet head of it slipping out of the boxers and nudging at his tummy with a thick smear of liquid on his shirt. He gets up, but only for a moment--to pull the shirt over his head, his hair sticks out in every direction as a result. But Taehyung's hands are on him the moment when he lies down again, smoothing down his hair with one hand while the other kneads the muscles at his shoulder blade. Jungkook gives him his eyes for a moment, sees the darkness in Taehyung's own, his bitten lips. The elder gives him a nod, "Go on." His voice is shaky and rough. Jungkook digs his chin at his ribs, pecks him just beneath the nipple innocently enough, his eyes sparkling, and starts with his kitten licks on and around the abused brown patch of skin all the while staring right through Taehyung's hooded eyes. Taehyung chuckles wetly, "What a naughty boy, thought you didn't have it in yourself." Jungkook makes an affronted noise at that but pokes out his tongue all the same. Hardening the length of it, he flicks the wet, puffy bud with his equally wet tip, unintentionally dribbling some saliva on his chest, Taehyung grip tightens at his hair and he whines, mumbling something that goes unheard by Jungkook. He busies himself by flicking the protruding teat back and forth much like Taehyung had with his fingers, stopping occasionally to suck a mouthful. He grazes his teeth around lightly before moving to the other nipple, giving it similar treatment. He rubs the wet tip of the one currently not in his mouth under his thumb harshly, pinches it between the v of his fingers and pulls upwards. Taehyung cries out with choked moans and moves his hand down to palm at Jungkook's asscheek, squeezing it hard. Jungkook's whole body jolts, his stomach sticky where Taehyung has leaked profusely. Taehyung pulls him off his chest with his hold in his hair, he's breathing is laboured, "Enough with me baby, let me see your clock now."

And it's like a reminder of just how hard his dick is, still confined in his denims and it's painful. He almost forgot about his own hardness while touching Taehyung. He hurriedly sits and pulls his pants down. "Okay- yeah, shit-"

"Easy there, champ. I'll take good care of it." Taehyung sits up after him and palms at his bulge through his briefs the moment Jungkook peels the thick fabric of the jeans down his thighs. He takes the hard cock out with his pretty, long digits and gives it a generous squeeze, Jungkook's hips jolting with it. 

With some more fumbling and maneuvers he gets out of his jeans and boxers, sitting fully naked on the bed, legs stretched out and cock heavy against the hard plains of his stomach. Taehyung gets rid of his trousers and shirt as well, but not before he takes out a pack of condom and a sachet of lube from his wallet, throwing them on the sheets. The white boxer briefs he wears is short and tight over his groin, fitting like a second skin on the curve of his ass. "Come on, hurry up," Jungkook is impatient now, aroused to his limits. Taehyung snickers at him and kneels down between his legs, elbows braced at the mattress and his face close to his member. Jungkook gushes with thick liquid at the rounded tip that glistens under the dim light, dripping down the length and making a mess on the balls. Taehyung licks his lips hungrily, looks up briefly to smile at Jungkook, "What a messy baby," he chides quietly before wrapping his fingers around the girth and moves his hand in a wide motion, sliding from his base all the way up to the head and back again. The younger groans, trapping his lips between his mouth. From this angle he can see the thick lashes of Taehyung's eyes, casting a fanned shadow on the plains of his soft cheeks, his nose bridge high and pointed, the strands of hair that fall over his forehead. He looks so beautiful and untouchable in the pink glow, yet he is touching Jungkook, so close to his body, he's looking at Jungkook to see his response, looks determined to please him and that's all that matters. Jungkook moans freely at his movements, gasps when Taehyung rubs the head against his palm, the skin of it hot. He has to hold Taehyung's shoulder for support when he licks at his cock, tongue flattened at the underside to lick long, fat stripes along the veins.

Taehyung feels the length hot and pulsing against his tongue. Kisses at the base with his full lips just to see Jungkook squirm. He spreads the wetness around to get the movement of his palm around the girth smooth and slippery as he jerks him off. Jungkook makes a noise deep in his chest. A laboured Taehyung falling from his lips. And when he wraps his plump lips around the head, sucking it in his mouth lightly, Jungkook chokes on his sigh, curses at everything and nothing. Taehyung grips at his thigh and goes down on him slowly, he feels the strong muscles quiver under his moist palm as the tightness of his mouth fits over the whole length of his cock, wet and hot and maddening.

" Holy shit", Jungkook curses out loud, his hand flies at Taehyung's head, clutching the soft, blond strands between his fingers. Taehyung starts bobbing his head, up and down, with noisy squelching sounds. He sets a steady pace. Saliva gathers at the corner of his stretched lips. His tongue swirls around as he hollows his cheeks. The pressure inside his mouth is just the right amount. He angles the cock so that it pokes at the insides of his cheek, the round head making it bulge at the outside where it protrudes from his skin. It is as much a sensory pleasure as it is a visual feast to Jungkook, he sighs when the sensitive skin at the tip rubs against the texture of the inner walls of his warm cheek. Taehyung's humming response vibrates through him. Jungkook's moans get progressively louder as Taehyung keeps taking more of him into his mouth, the blunt tip almost nudging at the back of his throat. "So good, ughhh- hmmnn, fvck- Taeh-" his voice gets whiny, whimpers breathy and melodious. A red flush has spread over his face, neck and chest.  Jungkook tries to control his hips but fails, ends up thirsting into his mouth once or twice. Taehyung lets go of the length to collect his breathing, gasping for air. Jungkook tries to soothe him by running his palm at the side of his face, thumbs at the teardrops that clings to his lashes.

"Fvck you're so hot, taste so good," Taehyung's voice is hoarse, Jungkook blushes a deeper red at the rawness of his voice, his words. Can only manage a broken sound in response, suddenly flustered. But Taehyung doesn't give him time to dwell on it, because then he's dipping down to mouth at his balls. All the precome and saliva from Taehyung's mouth has traveled down to make a mess there and Taehyung licks it off with his tongue. Sucks each one of them in his mouth as his hand slides up and down his cock; the balls tightening and loosing inside his mouth as Jungkook gently rocks onto his face. "I'm gonna cum, Taehyung if you don't let go-" he gets out between ragged breathing. Taehyung squeezes at his thigh for one last time before straightening up on his knees with a sweet kiss at the head.

"Not till you fuck me, darling," Taehyung sits up on his ass, gets out of his soiled briefs in a smooth motion. And Jungkook has to double take, cause damn is he big. The length of his cock long and thick all around, curved prettily. It's wet with precum and Jungkook's mouth feels so dry, suddenly empty. The bubbling whine from his throat is pressed against Taehyung's mouth where he coaxes his lips apart to kiss him deep. Jungkook tastes himself on his tongue, but he wants a taste of Taehyung. "You're so big", his voice is thick with want, mind full of images of Taehyung's cock in his hands, in his mouth, inside him. He whimpers against his lips and paws at his thighs, they're plush and meaty in his hold. "Wanna- wanna feel youh"

Taehyung shushes him with a cooing noise, "Sure you do sweetheart, we can arrange that sometimes hmm? But only if you do a good job right now." His tone is patronizing and Jungkook's head spins with the prospect of a sometimes, an another time. This very moment feels like a dream to him, having Taehyung in his arms, even if it's only for a night. He isn't sure if he'll get another chance with Taehyung again, but is eager to make out the most of the time he has with him now. He will have Taehyung anyway he can right now.

Taehyung's deep voice comes again, "Don't you wanna fill me up with your cock? You're so pretty, you know that?" He grunts, kissing his chin and jaw, "I'm in the mood of bouncing on some dick tonight." Wiping at the moistness of his chin, Taehyung leans all the way down on his elbows, his cock stands with pride between them. Taehyung contorts the muscles at his stomach and hips to make it bob in the air. Hisses when Jungkook wraps a palm at the base and tugs. "Yeah Tae- wanna fuck you. Gonna fuck you so good." He's amazed to see how it takes his whole palm to wrap around Taehyung.

"That's what I like to hear," Taehyung says with his eyes closed, enjoys the hand Jungkook has around him. Patting around, he finds the lube on the sheets and throws it at Jungkook's bare chest. Jungkook gets a hold of it and tears at it carefully. Squeezing some of the liquid on his fingers, he nudges at Taehyung to lie down properly, "Come on, open your legs," Taehyung does so without any complaint, spreads his legs wide, his hole peeking between his ass cheeks. Jungkook grabs at a cheek to move it aside and thumbs at the twinkling hole with his other hand. Taehyung sucks in a breath at the thumb prodding around his hole. Jungkook massages the rim carefully, occasionally dipping the tip of his finger inside, looks up at Taehyung's face for any sign of discomfort. He dares to slide in a finger to the first knuckles and when he sees no discomfort but only a pleased oof from the other, he slides the lubed finger all the way in, wiggles it around inside his tight ass. Taehyung moans breathily, clutches at the sheet with both of his hands. He slides the single digit in and out a few times before easing in a second finger. Pours more lube at the hole as he croons the fingers. Taehyung's mouth falls open in a silent moan. Jungkook carefully scissors the digits, soothing a hand along the inside of his thighs when Taehyung whimpers with it. He rubs at the perineum with his wet thumb as his fingers massage at the insides of his hole. A muffled fuck falls out of Taehyung's lips where he has a fist clutched between his teeth, his eyes teary and forehead sweaty. Jungkook kisses along his thigh when he slides in a third digit at Taehyung's desperate request, sucks some bruises on the beautiful skin while he's at it. When the slide of the three fingers is easy enough, he fucks them in and out of his hole in a fast pace, the tips nudging against a bundle of nerves. Taehyung's breathing turns erratic, "Hnngh- ah ah Jungkook deeper yeah- uhmm," He traps Jungkook's wrist in place , his movements stunned in his hold. With the leverage of his other arm on the mattress, he rocks down on the fingers, fucking himself onto Jungkook's hand with a languid pace. His whole body moves with it, bare skin contorted sexily at his waist and chest heaving. A string of precum hangs from the tip that shakes along with his bobbing length. Jungkook watches with hooded eyes and palms at his own cock.

"Think I'm ready," Taehyung gets out between keening moans. "You sure?" Jungkook asks and he shakes his head in affirmative. Sliding his hand out, Jungkook fishes out the condom from the wrinkled sheets. He holds himself at the base and rolls the condom down his length. Taehyung watches him with a lip trapped between his teeth, he rubs two lazy fingers over his rim to make up for the emptiness Jungkook's fingers left behind. He is sprawled out in front of Jungkook. Legs wide open, bent at the knee and hovering in the air with his underwear still hanging precariously from one of his ankles. His eyes are hungry and dark,  swiping over every feature of Jungkook, the long column of his throat, his flushed chest, his vaguely defined abs to the thick cock where he lathers a generous amount of lube over the latex. "Come closer darling," and he does. He slides his strong arms beneath Taehyung knees and pulls him close so that his hips are mostly on his thighs, stacks a pillow under his back for a comfortable position. Almost bending him in half, Jungkook leans over to kiss him in the mouth. "Taehyung, fuck you're so gorgeous, look so good like this." He murmurs against his lips. "Yeah? You think so?" Taehyung asks, licking behind his teeth. He jams an arm between their bodies and gets a hold of his cock, brings it closer to nestle the length of it between his ass cheeks. Jungkook's hips stutters, his breath does too. He sucks at Taehyung's bottom lip, bites down on it for good measure, "Mnn, have you seen yourself?" Taehyung chuckles at the incredulity in his voice, wiggles his hips against the cock where it has smeared lube all around the cleft of his ass. Jungkook moves his hips too, meeting Taehyung's pace as his member slides between the snug fit of his cheeks, the puffy rim of his entrance pressed to his side.

"Put it in now baby," he requests and Jungkook leans back up to line against him, holds himself with the support of a hand beside Taehyung's head and the elder guides the tip to his hole. They both moan out loud when Jungkook starts  pushing in bit by bit, the rim stretches wide around the fat head and he has to stop to catch his breath, afraid that he'll spill even before they get started. Taehyung's mouth hangs open around a silent moan, head pushing against the pillow while he takes Jungkook in. The younger pushes himself in at a languid pace, giving both of them time to adjust to the pressure. And when he's all the way in, a breath punches out of Taehyung, his head lolling back, he feels incredibly full. The stretch of his hole around the base is painful, but in a good way. The insides of it burning. Jungkook holds still for a few moments and when Taehyung gives him the go with a nod of his head he starts moving. In and out, in and out for a few times before rolling his hips around a little. Taehyung's grip on his shoulder is slippery because of the sweat that now clings to his skin. He starts picking up pace slowly, hard thrusts of his hips against Taehyung's ass as the elder, too, rolls down his hips to meet his speed. He fists at the sheet and moans some nonsensical words, Jungkook's heavy grunt accompanying it. Taehyung's hands fly to wrap around the younger's neck when he thrusts in particularly hard. Fingers tangle at the long strands of the back of his head and wails with the pleasure coursing through him with every snap of the other's hips. From his hole, to the prostate where the head nudges at occasionally, upto his spine and spreading throughout his body to the very tip of his fingers, the sensation much like electricity running wild along his nerves. His toes curl where they hang over Jungkook's shoulder. The blood in his body singing with a pleasant hum. His head raises up to meet Jungkook's lips.

The frown of concentration between his brows melt when Taehyung kisses him, Jungkook immediately presses back, his lips devoured between Taehyung where he muffles his sobs. The gold chain that dangles from his neck touches Taehyung's chin in a cold brush. "You feel so good, ahh- Tae- feel so good. So tight- hmnn-" Taehyung's ass is snug around his cock, the ridges at the walls of his hole fitting over his girth. It's so hot inside, unbearably so. His head pokes the sensitive nerves inside him and sends sparks flying. Every drag of his hips are so smooth and somehow better than the one before. He pulls out only to push in all the way to feel the smooth, wet glide and resumes his previous pace. Taehyung chokes on his own breath, curses and claws at Jungkook's chest.

Jungkook holds both his wrist in his palms and pins them over the elder's head. His back arches with it. The line of his body like a cat stretching under the sun. Taehyung tries to protest but falls short when Jungkook starts to fuck into him in a brutal pace. Hard and fast. The lube squelches with a filthy noise at his entrance with every thrust. The head pressing at his prostate with every move. Taehyung cries out with overwhelming pleasure. His whole body moving up and down the mattress with each thrust of Jungkook. The bedframes creek under their weight. Jungkook groans as Taehyung tightens around his cock, his choked moans encouraging him throughout. The man beneath him lets out a never ending string of ah ah ahs. There's sweat gathered at Jungkook's forehead, the strands of his hair wet with it as he keeps driving into him forcefully. His eyes land on Taehyung's sweaty chest where the tie lies crooked. His mind is hazy with arousal, the heat between their body sweltering, with a sudden burst of confidence he extends his hand to wrap the silky width of the tie around his fist and he pulls. Taehyung's neck, head and upper back comes off the mattress with the force of his pull and he comes face to face with Jungkook. His breath is one of shock; shaky and loud , air suddenly invading the whole of his lungs before rushing out of him just as fast. His pupils are blown wide, surprise clear on the watery sheen over his eyes. And Jungkook panics for a moment. what the fuck was he thinking? This was so sudden and without any warning and now Taehyung's gonna get mad at him and he have just ruined the whole mood-

But to his utter surprise, instead of getting mad Taehyung just stares into his eyes as if dumbfounded and when the action finally registers to his shocked brain he just moans, a loud and high moan, nasally at the end. And Jungkook can't believe he was capable of making that sound. His grip loosens at the tie, his hips falter. But Taehyung is not done moaning yet. He sends a pleading look to Jungkook and utters only one word, "more" and that's all it takes for Jungkook to regain his rhythm. He fucks into him hard and pulls at the tie, but a bit gentler this time, just to let him feel the dig of the fabric at the back of his neck. Taehyung  sobs with it, body shaking as he dribbles down a copious amount of precum on his naval.

Their sweat slicked bodies slide together in harmony, kissing when moaning is just not enough, wailing at the next second. Jungkook feels close to cumming, but he doesn't want this to end yet. The push and pull between them too addictive. He slides out and Taehyung's body falls limp on the mattress, mouth open with panting breaths. Jungkook's chest feels tight, the need to breathe properly is immediate. He pats at the side of Taehyung's knee with laboured sighs.

"Can you get on your knees baby? Wanna fuck you from behind," he asks, backing down on the mattress to give the other some  space to do so. Taehyung groans and exclaims a "fuck yeah" before sitting up on heavy limbs, he turns around, settles on his all four. And his voluminous ass is right on Jungkook's face then, round and soft. His thighs are long and plump, smooth at the back. Broad backs dipping down into a deceptively slim waist and then flaring at the hips again, the curve of his ass so lecherous. Jungkook can't help but grab a handful of the pillowy flesh, groaning with the feel of it beneath his palms. And skin, there's so much skin in front of his eyes, warm, tanned skin stretched tight over all of his features. Taehyung pushes his butt into Jungkook's palm and only then is he distracted from his admiration of the older. He kneads at the flesh, the skin of it easily moldable around Jungkook's bruising fingers, he leaves red prints all over. Taehyung whimpers when he squeezes the globes of his ass, parting them to expose the fluttering hole to the cold air. The blonde arches his back to push his ass higher in the air, his chest dips down to rub the perky buds on a fuzzy pillow with a meek sound. The tie hangs around his neck like a leash. Jungkook leans down to nuzzle his face against the plush cheek, drags his  bottom lip up the skin before leaving some loud, wet kisses at the high of the curve. "Jungkook c'mon I need you- need you to stuff me with your dick right now" Taehyung's voice comes muffled from where his forehead is pressed against a round pillow, he tries to sound demanding, but it only comes off as pleading with the pitch of his voice. Jungkook is not too eager to deprive himself of the delicious pressure inside him either. So he straightens on his knees and lines his thighs against the back of Taehyung's. With both of his thumbs jammed at the crease where Taehyung's ass meet with his thighs in a delicate dip, he spreads the cheeks apart to make room for his hard and leaking cock. The flushed, pink head easily catches at the gaping rim, sucking it in immediately. "Ah- mhmm" he pushes his way in, burying himself to the hilt in the welcoming softness and heat inside him. Taehyung's spine stiffens and arches at the intrusion, his shoulder blades pulled together before he slowly starts relaxing. Jungkook's hip bones are pressed to the curve of his ass, he pulls out to push in with full force. Taehyung's body jerks beneath him. He starts fucking into him with a steady pace, the angle allows to touch him even deeper. With his hands wrapped around Taehyung's curvy waist he pulls him down on his dick to match the upward snaps of his hips. The meaty cheeks bounce violently with every thrust, the skin jiggling like ripples of a wave. He is grunting at the sight, Taehyung writhing beneath him red in the face as he pushes back with his arms braced under him on the mattress. He is mewling almost and Jungkook is so amazed at this. The deep voice that greeted him in the club now getting higher and higher in pitch, breathier, louder. The nasally tone of it stirs Jungkook to his core. Taehyung's sobs are broken and half words tumbling out of his mouth. His elbows give in under him and he collided on the mattress face first with a thump, tear stained cheeks wetting the pillow cover and hands clawing at whatever he can get a hold of. Jungkook's groans get louder as well, loud exhales of warm breath fans over Taehyung's neck when he drapes himself over his back to bite on his shoulder. Teeth clamped on the hard muscle as he gyrates his hips erratically. His balls slap at the back of Taehyung's ass with obscene wet sounds. Streaks of lube run down the insides of his thighs as their bodies rock together under the pink fairy lights. 

Jungkook runs a hand down Taehyung's soft tummy to wrap his fingers around his cock, but Taehyung already has a hand down there, swiping repeatedly at the head with a thumb. So he gets a hold at the base and jerks the rest of the length. Jungkook's plump cock inside him feels so good, rubbing at his walls, pushing at his sweet spot. Taehyung's body feel alight with it, fireworks busting in his head at the fuzzy sensation. A heavy feeling settles into his bone much like the feeling of being underwater. His fingertips buzz and gut tightens, the base of his spine tingles. With some loud cries and moans of Jungkook's name, he finally shoots off his load in thick streaks, breath catching at his throat. Milky white liquid dirties their hands and the pink sheets underneath. 

Jungkook buries his neck at Taehyung's sweaty neck when the elder tightens around him in a death grip, squeezing the whole of his length so deliciously. He hips stutter, feels the muscles at his stomach contracting with an impending orgasm, his throat tightens. And with a choked noise he too cums inside him, spilling hot strings inside the latex, he sees red in his eyes, stars sparking at the corners of his vision. Spilling the last of his cum on their hand, Taehyung gently rocks down on Jungkook's dick, milking every bit of his orgasm out of him with soothing words. "So good darling, you filled me up so good. Such a good boy," and so on. His name like a chant on Jungkook's lips.

Catching their breaths for a moment, Jungkook carefully slips out of him, Taehyung makes a whiny noise at that before collapsing on the bed on his chest, his thighs tremble . Jungkook rubs a palm up and down on his spine in a comforting manner. He takes the condom off and ties it carefully to throw it at the bin. He lies down on the mattress besides Taehyung with a whoosh, groaning when his sore muscles touch the solid surface. He looks to his right to find one side of Taehyung's face squished against the heap of pillows, his hair in disarray, lashes matted with drying tears. Taehyung extends a hand to Jungkook's chest, drawing circles on his collarbone and eyes droopy with sleep. He doesn't say anything, just continues with the motion. Jungkook is content to let the warm palm run free over his chest, taking some comfort in the silence, the post orgasm bliss hangs heavy in the air. He never had anything like this. Anything this comfortable and drawn out, easy and enjoyable for both sides. No need to worry about the time and place, of people. Just them together in their own world, enjoying each other's company. He can't thank Taehyung enough for this experience. Wonders if everyone Taehyung takes into his bed feels the same, or if Jungkook is just special? What they had tonight maybe a little bit more important than all the other times. He would be a fool to believe that, wouldn't he? He shakes his head. Runs a hands through his sweaty hair, grimaces when his fingers catch in the tangled strands, they're twisted together beyond repair. 

When he tries to untangle some of it, he feels the elder shuffle around the mattress. Taehyung scoots closer to press his lips against the jut of his shoulder in a silent kiss with his eyes still closed. Jungkook lets go of his hair to hold him by his ribs. "Don't fall asleep here", Taehyung slurs against his bicep, "We gotta skitty and get out of here." Jungkook snorts, "The only one who's falling asleep is you." Taehyung swats at his chest at the retort, grumbles something unintelligible. But he gets up in the end, groaning with it. He leans over Jungkook's body to open a drawer in the tiny bedside table, brings out a wad of tissues and drops then on the younger's chest, "Clean up."

Jungkook takes a handful to clean his limp dick, down to his thighs where he has got some residual lube. Taehyung does the same, he wipes carefully at the mess of his stomach, the insides of his thighs. He bends his wrist with some difficulty to clean the cleft of his ass. Jungkook snatches the tissues from him, "Let me." Taehyung protests, "No, it's fine. I got it." But Jungkook doesn't listen, instead holds his leg up, cleans around his hole dutifully, his balls and hips too. Taehyung looks around at everywhere but him, a blush on his cheeks. Cute , Jungkook thinks to himself before letting him go.

"Erm, thanks," Taehyung clears his throat. He swings his feet off the bed and stands with shaky legs. His hand flies to press against the base of his spine where a gentle thrum of pain has settled deep in his bones. It feels good. He disposes the used tissues in the waste box and crouches down to pick up his clothes. Jungkook just lies on his back, feeling lethargic, limbs heavy and sated. He watches lazily as Taehyung scrunches his at the white boxers pinched between his long fingers. He laughs out loud when the elder just shrugs and puts it back on, because really they have no other choice. Taehyung throws his silk shirt square on his face when his cackles don't stop. He shimmies into his green trousers, pulls the shirt up his arms and does the buttons, looking at Jungkook with something soft in his eyes. He jerks his chin at him questioningly, "Do you need me to drop you off somewhere?" His voice is back to the deep timbre, but it's undeniable raspy, an aftereffect of hours of screaming his lungs out.

Jungkook slowly sits up, rubs at his face with a palm. He ponders on the question but doesn't say anything. Taehyung patiently waits for him to get into his clothes, helps him locate his tinted shades. Taehyung goes to pick up his waistcoat from the loveseat and folds it at the crook of his elbow, not bothering to put it on again. He opens the door and tilts his head at Jungkook, "Come on." Tucking the last bit of his shirt into his belt, Jungkook follows after him.

It's pretty late at night, almost dawn when they get into Taehyung's car. Jungkook tells him the name of the area he'd like to go and Taehyung starts driving off down the empty roads. Jungkook feels sleepy, so he rests his head against the glass window. Taehyung drives looking straight ahead, occasionally turns to his side to check on Jungkook.

"Hey," he starts in a calm voice, "I enjoyed tonight very much. Thank you so much, Jungkook. It felt so good." Jungkook looks up at him with blinking eyes, lids heavy. Taehyung is smiling at him softly, his face practically glowing with it. Jungkook feels shy all of a sudden. "Me too," his voice small, but sincere. But definitely an understatement. It doesn't even come close to how he felt. But words aren't really Jungkook's forte so he just settles for a heartfelt thanks.

He tells Taehyung to pull up near a market area. His apartment is just a few minutes walk down the winding streets. The shops are closed and yellowed street lamps hang overhead. Before he can open the door and get out, Taehyung holds him by his shoulder and he is forced to turn around. The elder kissed him on the lips, sweet and lingering and pulls off with a smile. Dumbstruck, Jungkook didn't even get the time to kiss back. So he just nods and gets out of the car. He crouches down to look at Taehyung through the window, "Thanks Taehyung, for the ride and for tonight. It was really fun." 

"Sure, honey boy," Taehyung winks at him before steering the wheel, "Good night, take care."

"Yeah, you too. Bye." He shakes his hand in a wave as Taehyung nods at him a final time before turning the wheels around and driving off to the same direction they came from.

Jungkook watches the Pontiac Grand disappear at the corner before he turns around and sets down the street, his hands jammed at his pockets. The air is chillier than it was when they got out of the club, Jungkook's shoulders haunch together. He regrets not bringing any jacket. He watches as rowdy groups of drunk club goers occasionally pass by him, possibly packing it up for the night. A few drunkards loiter around the empty streets. The air pricks at Jungkook's cheeks but there's a certain skip to his step as he heads towards his home.