𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

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Taehyung put his phone down and smirked. He thinks he can order me around? Yet he watched the clock on the wall every minute, yearning for every second to pass by faster. He fumbled with the food in his plate with his fork, his stomach twisted in a knot.

"So you don't know how to feel," she said bluntly, catching him off guard.

He had explained the general idea of the story to her, as she was really the only person he could confide to. He never went too much in detail about his feelings, firstly because he thought it was too fucked up for anyone to know, and secondly because he actually did not really know what he was feeling right now. It was a mix of fear and excitement, of confusion and passion.

"Yeah..." he mumbled before putting a piece of burnt toast in his mouth.

"I know you won't tell me more. Anyways, I understand it's hard to talk about your feelings..." she answered back, a sad look in her eyes.

Her hand touched the bandage on her thigh, she ran her fingers across it, a warm but sad feeling in her chest.

"I feel fucking lost. But I want to know more. I'm seeing him again," he announced, as if saying it would make it make more sense in his head.

She nodded and swallowed her bite, looking down at her plate. Taehyung sure was a great cook.

His hand hovered the doorknob, hesitant. He heard his own heart beating hard in his chest. He took a deep breath. Why was he freaking out? All he was doing was fetching his knife back... But something inside him knew that when he would see Jungkook's face, the memories of last night would spark back into his mind and maybe he would not be able to hold back.

He turned the doorknob slowly, pushing the door away carefully. As he stepped into the apartment, he saw Jungkook sitting on his couch, his face turning as he noticed his presence. The man smiled, and Taehyung's chest tightened. The look in his eyes. The loss of control. Taehyung clenched his fists.

Jungkook got up, walked slowly towards Taehyung with his hands in his pockets. As they stared at each other, a tension formed between them. Both were thinking the same thing. The previous night could not be forgotten or pushed aside. You could feel electricity in the air, a palpable stiffness surrounded them. Neither looked away, as it would mean submitting to the other. Taehyung gulped as he remembered the words Jungkook said when he came undone underneath him. I am yours. The hair on his arms raised.

Jungkook stopped when he was about a meter away from him. Taehyung waited, impatient. Both were breathing heavily, as if their minds were connected. They were definitely thinking the same thing.

This time, Taehyung made the first move. Overcome with carnal desire, he slammed Jungkook back onto the counter, the latter grunting in pain. He grabbed his face between his hand and bit his lips, licked his jaw. Jungkook moaned in response, tugging at Taehyung's black t-shirt.

"Wait─" Jungkook, started, interrupted by Taehyung's savage kisses.

Jungkook pushed him off.

"I said─" he started again, but Taehyung interrupted him again, his hand covering his mouth.

His other hand grabbed his cock over his clothes and Jungkook winced in pleasure. Taehyung watched as Jungkook's eyes rolled back when he forced his fingers inside his mouth. Jungkook sucked on the fingers, then bit down at the same spot he had the night before. Taehyung groaned and pulled his fingers out. He helped Jungkook out of his shirt and pants, throwing them to the side. Jungkook watched with anticipation, adrenaline coursing rapidly through his veins. This feeling was better than any alcohol, than any drug he had ever taken. Pure ecstasy.

Taehyung took Jungkook's underwear and rolled it into a ball, stuffing it in his mouth. Jungkook groaned back and frowned but still let him go on. Taehyung took his belt off and turned Jungkook around, tying the man's wrists tightly with it. He pulled Jungkook back by his neck, delicately pressing his lips against his ear.

"You're mine, remember?" he said with a wicked smile.

Jungkook nodded. Taehyung grabbed him by his cuffed wrists and pushed his upper body down on the dining table. He then kicked his feet apart so he would be completely stretched out in front of him.

"Breathtaking," Taehyung whispered in delight.

Jungkook blushed, the position making him very vulnerable and... exposed. But he loved it. Taehyung dragged his fingers across Jungkook's ass, teasingly, only to slap his ass as hard as he could right after. Jungkook's yelp was muffled by his gag, saliva drooling on the sides. Another slap. Another one. Jungkook twitched every time. His hand was rough, strong, and he could feel the silver band imprinting itself on his ass whenever they collided. Yet, he waited for the next hit. He wanted it.

Taehyung watched Jungkook's body twitch every time he hit his ass, his erection threatening to rip through his pants. His breathing was getting quicker, the excitement taking over. He bent down and kissed his handprints on Jungkook's ass softly, his hands tickling the inside of his thighs. Jungkook shivered in response, bending his neck to try and look at Taehyung. Their eyes met and Taehyung smiled wickedly as he spread Jungkook's ass, his tongue teasing his asshole. Jungkook's muffled moans turned to a high-pitch whining, and his legs twitched with every flick of Taehyung's tongue.

"Fuck," Taehyung whispered, his breath tickling Jungkook. "You taste so good."

  Jungkook squirmed as his face warmed up. Taehyung spit on his asshole, toying it with his fingers. His other hand reached to his hard cock, pumping it devilishly slow. Jungkook's eyes rolled back, his face squished against the small puddle of drool that formed on the table. Taehyung inserted one, then two fingers inside of Jungkook, stretching him out. With every movement Jungkook thought he would come, always on the edge, but the rhythm was too slow for his release. He thought he would go insane.