" I'm going to Phuket."
Jimin's head snapped up." Come again?"
" I'm gonna sort things out and find Taehyung."
" You're not thinking straight Kook."
Jungkook shifted,moving towards the staircase. He wouldn't allow anyone to stop him." I've never been clearer. He's alive and I intend to find him. If he's not..' he swallowed hard." Then I won't leave him there alone."
" Seojoon identified him for God's sake."
" No. He recognised the watch. Anyone could have the same watch. He's out there and I refuse to sit around doing nothing." he piped up,fed up to the back teeth with his friend's objections.
" Have you gone berserk? Flying to another country?Interfering with police investigation? Telling them how to do their jobs? You wanna get arrested?" Jimin lashed out, snatching his wrist to stop and put some sense into him with Jungkook jogging him off, climbing up the stairs in big strides.
Jimin and Seojoon rushed after him.
" Jimin, you can't stop me."
" The hell I can't! I'm calling Jin hyung." That was just about the only thing that had the power to stop this madness.
Jungkook drew a huff." Pulling out the big guns? Sorry but not this time. I'm going and there's no force in this world that can stop me."
" Jeon Jungkook! Hold it right there! I'm not done yet!"Jimin squeezed his lips,hands on his waist,foot jiggling with angry energy.
" Oh yeah,you are. Shorty,get out of my way." he warned him as soon as Jimin stepped between him and the closet. " I'm gonna hit you."
Jimin answered with a derisive poke of the tongue." Do it! If that is what it takes to put some sense into your fucked up brain.. Go ahead!"
Jungkook took a breather because obviously he didn't want to punch his brother, putting aside the fact that he was a pain in the butt! He sucked in three deep breaths and exhaled through his mouth." I need to see for myself. I need to know if it's him or not. I need to understand. I need this Jimin." he explained to both men.
Seojoon didn't argue,he simply nodded once as he would have done the same. And if this situation wasn't so fucked up, if he hadn't just lost his best friend ,his brother,if Taehyung was alive and here, he would definitely have enjoyed their little quarrel.
He couldn't.
When the Thai police had shown him the deformed, burnt body and the watch,he would have sworn it was a bloody mistake.
Jungkook wanted to go.
See for himself. And he wouldn't get in the way of that.
" Jimin let him. It's his decision whether we like it or not. I'll go with him and help."
" You've got a jet? It will take us there quicker." Jungkook asked while grabbing his backpack, opening and shutting drawers, stuffing a few clothes in the bag like hell for leather. Jimin helped,found his passport, huffing and puffing, occasionally mumbling what a stubborn mule of a friend he had.
" Unfortunately it's in Phuket. Taehyung used it for the trip. But I know someone who has."
Within an hour, Taehyung's friends filled the penthouse, exhausted, miserable, faces steeped in sorrow but grateful for Jungkook's persistence and his determination to fly to Phuket.
As they were walking downstairs Jungkook was holding his bag,dressed in black to match his mood,Jumin was still begging his friend to reconsider only to get the same answer.
" Please Kook. " Jimin grabbed his wrist." At least wait till tomorrow morning."
" Sorry shorty. Taehyung needs me and the sooner I go,the sooner I'll find out what's happening. I've wasted valuable time already."
They all admired his confidence despite fearing it would prove vain and wouldn't alter the outcome. Still it was remarkable how certain he was that Tae was well.
They spread around the living room on the couches with Woo Shik listening quietly and then speaking with a casual confidence that only came from being extremely loaded.
" My jet is fueled and waiting." he announced after making some calls." We can leave in an hour."
Jungkook narrowed his brows." What the hell! Do you all have jets?"
" I don't." Peakboy raised his hand." I have to share it with my family."
" No kidding! I feel you,hyung. I once had to share a room with ten other boys. A nightmare."Jungkook joked in his frustration and anxiety, adrenaline rushing through his veins,his mere thought was to fly to Phuket as soon as possible.
He had to get to Taehyung before it was too late.
He had to find him.
Alive.
That was the only option he could accept.
" Tell me about it!" Peakboy joked back, rolling his eyes but nobody laughed.
Woo Shik intervened." A friend with the right connections will be waiting for us when we land." he informed them then turned to Seojoon." Are you coming?"
" Damn right I am. I'm the only person who can recognise the watch. I bought him the bloody thing." Seojoon huffed under his breath.
Woo Shik was sitting next to Hyung Sik,both slumping against the back pillows, talking quietly. Peakboy was munching on his nails, something he hadn't done since he was seven. Seo Joon was having a word with Jimin reassuring him Jungkook would be safe with them.
A few feet away, sitting on the armchair, Jungkook was hugging his bag, squashing it tightly,hunched forward, chewing on his lips, eyes shifting left and right, feet hammering against the marble. Even that faint clicking made him edgy.
" How long will it take?" Jungkook asked impatiently.
" It's only been five minutes since you last asked." Woo Shik replied, looking at his watch."They'll call.. soon."
Jungkook blew out a low grunt of frustration. Every minute spent doing nothing was one minute away from finding him.
One minute away from Taehyung.
One wasted minute from achieving his goal.
The waiting was nail- biting.
He drew a deep breath,his heart drumming so loudly it crushed his temples,foot impatiently tapping on the floor.
There was a click at the door.
It cracked open.
Everyone's heads shifted towards the sound.
Taehyung.
He stood there.
Exhausted. Dust - covered. In shorts, bruises and scratches on his legs, his Hawaiian shirt torn,hair stringy with sweat, eyes shadowed and dark with a mixture of pain and relief.
For a heartbeat nobody moved.
Jungkook with his heart hurdling in his chest,popped up from the couch,bag falling down with a thang,crossed the room in three fast strides and slapped him.
The sound echoed, snapping everyone from their trance.
Taehyung's head tossed to the side,a side effect of the slap, dumbfounded by his reaction blinking and rubbing his cheek." What ..?"
He never imagined or expected that Jungkook would react in such a way or be so worried about him. At least not to that extent. However his heart hurdled, observing his horrible state.
Puffy,red eyes, dark circles beneath them,his once pinky cheeks had turned pale and he could smell the booze in his breath from a mile away.
" You fucken bastard! Asshole! Where the fuck have you been? It never occurred to you to pick up the fucking phone and tell us you're ok? We were dead sick about you and you were out partying? Dumbass! " Jungkook's face held incredible rage. His eyes shot daggers as his hand was hoisted again fiercely landing on the same cheek and Taehyung's head cocked back this time.
Taehyung didn't move. He didn't speak. He let him get the frustration off his chest and snub at him however he wanted.
As much as the lack of communication wasn't entirely his fault,he should have found a way to reach him. But all he could think about, trapped in that remote place was coming home to his brat and the thought kept him going.
In his panic,he had neglected to contact anyone.
" You didn't think we'd worry about you? Some fucker blew up your hotel and you were strolling around in shorts and … and flipflops? Who does that? Who in their right mind does that? How can you be so irresponsible? " The veins in his neck had stood out like ropes,hands clenched into fists ready for attack but his eyes.. they were now watery at the edges and his lips were slightly shaking.
Jungkook jogged him,then pulled in, snatching his torn shirt then shoved him again only to lock his arms securely around his neck,face buried against his chest as if he was afraid to let go.
His body spasmed with silence sobs he couldn't hush and frankly he didn't give a damn." You jerk! he choked.' Do you have any idea…?"
Taehyung cradled him,hands resting on his waist, holding him with equal strength, feeling the drumming of his heart,the rapid pulse in his veins,the slight trembling." I know. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for worrying you." he hummed eyelashes flapping." I'm here now.."
And just like that the whole room exhaled.
Wooshik cocked his head and scoffed."Well.. that's one way to say welcome home.. with all your parts."
Seojoon breathed a long sigh of relief, having his brother back in one piece."You had us there,pal."
Peakboy laughed and this time it was genuine."Told you. Too hard to die."
" Not even death wants him!" Hyung Sik joked, tapping Peabody's back, relief painting his features.
Jimin smiled from ear to ear, relief settling in. For his friend. For Taehyung. For their given chance to realise their feelings. Because there were feelings."Boss,next time just text."
Taehyung managed to grant him a weak smile over Jungkook's shoulder." I hope I won't go through anything similar but I'll keep that in mind Jimin."
Jungkook didn't let go.
Nobody asked him too.
The fog in his mind had subsided,his heartbeat slowly returning to normal and he could actually breathe. After days of anxiety, frustration and fear,he was able to relax.
Taehyung was alive.
He was holding him in his arms.
Feeling the beating of his heart.
Smelling his musky scent.
God! He was alive!
Alive and well.
Back to him in one piece.
Somehow they ended up sitting on the couches.
Seojoon nudged an armchair closer to the centre,Jimin handed Taehyung a glass of water he gorged down in just three gulps.
Peakboy kept tapping his foot on the marble with Wooshik grabbing it to keep it steady because it was irritating.
Hyung Sik was the only one slumped back to his seat,one knee crossed over the other. Not that he was placid, he had plenty of answered questions but someone had to remain calm.
Jungkook stayed nuzzled in the man's chest,fingers still clutching on his ruined shirt, unwilling to lose his warmth like it was the one thing that made him feel real.
The days of agony were long gone and the boy's face seemed less tense, cracking a smile on and off.
" So.." Hyung Sik started saying." Mind telling us what happened? They had you for dead. There's a body in the morgue identified as you."
" With details if you can." Peakboy added.
Taehyung coughed to clear his throat. His voice came out rough. " I wasn't at the hotel when the bomb exploded. We had gone to the other side of the island. One of our investors had the bright idea of personally visiting the sight. Remote area,no signal,not even roads unless you were Tarzan." he explained slower, choosing his words carefully. " It was impossible to find our way back."
Hyung Sik snorted." Of course. Nothing says 'solid investment ' like a place hidden in the middle of nowhere,even from God."
Seojoon agreed, exasperation flooding through him." Better yet, not even Google Maps can find it.Had strong objections for that one."
Taehyung's aggravation was written on his face and Jungkook glued to him like an oyster, felt the vibration under his palms and nuzzled more on his chest.
" When we heard about the explosion we tried to go back to the mainland." Taehyung continued explaining,his hand hooked on Jungkook's waist." But the roads were all blocked. Police everywhere.Emergency lockdowns. Complete chaos. It took us a day to reach civilization but everything was a mess. Our things and documents were destroyed from the blast and the Thai police were too busy searching and rescuing people from the wreckage to help us." He shook his head." From then on everything spiraled."
" That's one way of putting it,boss." Jimin murmured, gazing at his friend's now serene expression." We were one second away from restraining Jungkook by handcuffing him." He smirked." Notice the bag? Ready to fly to Phuket just to see for himself."
Jungkook shot him a menacing glare." Shut up!" He suddenly felt feverish as if he was set on fire."I would have fought you dirty. And you'd be meeting my fist,shorty."
" Nobody doubts that, Jungkook." Woo Shik solemnly replied." I saw the kook on your face. Very determined. Twenty out of ten. You would have gone to Phuket and found him yourself."
Taehyung was knocked for a loop. His head slanted over Jungkook's direction, eyebrows knitted together in astonishment. He surely wasn't anticipating that turn of events like Jungkook flying to Phuket just to find him.
" You'd come? All the way to Thailand? "
Jungkook felt his cheeks even more ablaze. Eyes burning them with their gaze. He bit his lips,mouth crooked in the edges and sat up straight, releasing his grip from Taehyung's shirt, slightly moving away.
" No big deal." He coughed to clear his throat, stretching his legs and crossing his arms on his chest."We don't have to analyse it." He slowly swirled his head but purposely avoided Taehyung 's eyes.
Seojoon spoke before anyone said something stupid and embarrassed Jungkook further. He was obviously cornered and since it wasn't their business they'd let the couple deal with it.
"They have a body with your watch,the one I gifted you. I mean I saw it."
Taehyung understood the change of subject and went along with it." Apparently some of the guests' rooms were broken into the night before the blast and stole valuables. My watch was one of them."
"That explains it." Hyung Sik stated.
Seojoon leaned forward, elbows on his knees."Any idea who's behind it?"
Taehyung hesitated for a moment. Not enough for the others to notice but his friend did. A fractional pause,a breath that stuck in his throat." Not that I know of. Nobody took responsibility. So nothing solid yet. Only speculations. I presume we'll find out in time." His hands firmed fists and eyes shifted left and right.
It was partly true.
Because there was a heavy shadow that fitted too perfectly into the gaps. A shape forming in his mind and if it was true then someone had made a fatal mistake.
The second bomb was placed near his room. That was either a coincidence or he was the actual target.
But he didn't say it out loud because it would give it weight.
" I'm sure the police will eventually sort it out. They always do." Peakboy intervened and the conversation drifted after that. More casual and trivial.
Woo Shik complained about jet lag he didn't technically have, Jimin made coffee no one needed but eventually had.
Peakboy joked about the jet he had to share and Seojoon checked his watch about ten times before signalling the rest it was time to get out of their way.
One by one they left.
Quietly.
They understood Jungkook and Taehyung had a lot to talk about privately. Things they didn't need to witness.
After their departure,the two men stayed silent,sitting on the couch next to each other. Jungkook wanted nothing more than to crawl back into the man's arms and personally guard him for some inexplicable reason.
He observed the man's face with the corner of his eye,memorizing the lines of tension around his mouth. The exhaustion written all over him. He recalled the clenching of his fists when Seojoon asked the question Taehyung didn't answer immediately.
His instincts warned him there was more to the story of what he had shared. He wanted to demand answers. He wanted to know if his life was at risk.
However it wasn't the right time or the right place so he swallowed his thoughts and acted cool, setting aside the ramming of his heart.
" I'm still mad at you." Jungkook blurted out in a hard-edged undertone." You didn't bother texting."
Taehyung 's shoulders slumped, his exhaustion finally catching up with him." It's not that I didn't want to.I couldn't.." Taehyung felt how fragile Jungkook looked. Fidgeting without realising it.
How he constantly chewed on his piercing.
How his chest was pumping up and down.
How he could actually feel his pulse even without physical contact.
The man's thumb skimmed over Jungkook's cheek,his skin shivering under the touch." I'm sorry."
" I understand." He was merely a boy toy. His contracted sex partner. He had no binding obligation to inform him about anything and suddenly the realisation felt like a deep wound.
Taehyung's eyes softened in a way that made Jungkook's hurt ache. " I was scared too. " he admitted." Of not coming back. Of the idea of you hearing the news alone. Assuming.. not knowing if I was alive. I could have been dead if Hamasito hadn't insisted on.."
Jungkook hushed him, putting his fingers on his lips and instantly took it back." But you're not. You're here." He paused." You're safe."
The truth of the matter was he felt awkward, didn't know what to do or what to say. He kept biting his piercing till it hurt.
Taehyung's eyebrows narrowed at the sentence of being safe,his eyes fretted by the knowledge this was probably not over yet.
If that bomb was meant to kill him,his closest people were in serious danger because obviously someone wanted him dead.
His family.
His friends.
Jungkook..
They might use Jungkook's life as leverage to stop him from investigating further.
He might find himself swimming with sharks.
Taehyung wouldn't allow that to happen.
Not because of him.
And certainly not to Jungkook.
He'd have to come up with a way to protect him.
" I think I need a shower.' Taehyung said, taking a look at his dirty,torn clothes and sniffing them." I stink."
Jungkook stood up, rubbing his palms on his thighs from anxiety." I'll make us lunch."
Taehyung reached out and grabbed his hand."Not that hungry. Maybe later." He stood up as well." I'm gonna have a shower first."
He didn't kiss him. Not even a small peck and Jungkook's anxiety grew by the second, watching him turning around and climbing the stairs.
His thoughts were jumbled,eyes blinking and lips had become red from the extensive nibbling.
Why was he so cold?
Why didn't he hug and kiss him?
Did something else happen in Thailand he wasn't telling him?
Did he find another man he wanted more?
Was he gonna break the contract and kick him out?
" No.." he huffed." Nothing is going on. He's just tired. Yeah.. that's it.. tired."
However,that irritating, naughty devil he carried with him since childhood was racking his brain, sowing doubt inside his head.
Doubts that haunted him.
Jungkook wasn't the type of person who dealt well with them.
As he shut his eyes and took a deep breath to calm his pumping heart,he moved up the staircase, walking with confidence in spite of the fear settling in him while taking his clothes off one by one with jittery hands, leaving a trail of fabrics on the floor.
Taehyung was in the shower. He could hear the water dripping on the porcelain tub. His resolution battled with uncertainty,his feet were heavy, each one an argument he couldn't afford to lose, fingers opening a drawer in the closet room to grab the object he had his mind set on.
Edging forward,naked and hard,his hand reaching for the knob and…
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The bathroom carried the strong smell of steam and coconut soap when Jungkook quietly pushed the door open. Taehyung with his back turned to him,was inside the shower scrubbing his body,hot water dripping down on him.
Jungkook felt the uncertainty of his decision deep into his core, squeezing the object gripped in his fingers.
He took one good look at the man's muscular body,his tight ass and slender legs and his cock panged, giving him the go.
Jungkook took a long breath, sat next to the sink,back leaning on the slightly damp mirror,legs bent and spread widely on the counter.
His gaze was pinned on the man now rubbing his muscular arms then moving to his hair letting the water wash away the foams and something primitive stirred inside him.
His cock twitched from that simple act as his hand trailed a path from his neck to his nipple, pinching it, flipping it with his thumb then crawling down between his thighs where his cock stood up,moist and rigid,leaking precum on his fingers.
There were soft,muffled moans increasing by the second while his tongue licked the object in his other hand up and down. Before long he moved to the tip of the vibrating dildo making circles around it. His lips hungrily wrapped the object,slurping it as if it was the real thing.
Jungkook was so turned on,he couldn't think straight. Only feel..need.
The moment the younger started rubbing the dildo on his clenching hole,the water stopped dripping,Taehyung spun around and Jungkook's lips split open,moans and whimpers could now reach his ears.
Taehyung was knocked sideways,the room suddenly spinning. His mouth hung open,eyes wide and unblinking,jaw dropped on the floor.
His fingers slid the shower door to the side,feet stood firm on the tiles,drops of water creating a pond beneath him.
" Jungkook?" his voice came out ragged,his own reflection stared at him from the steamy mirror,eyes shadowed and dark with lust, feasting on the lewd sight.
Jungkook didn't answer.
The man's fingers clutched the edge of the shower as if he needed stability more than air. The blood in his veins was bubbling,his dick suddenly woke up and for the first time in days he actually felt alive.
The word this time felt real.
Jungkook was in the mood for games.
And hell Taehyung needed him more than anything.
His gaze sharpened, a starving want flicked across his face. Spontaneously,he fisted his cock,moist from the shower and pushed it up and down.
Yeah!
Fuck! He wanted that boy beyond reason. The days apart forced him to realise it. Taehyung was a starving beast, waiting for the right time to sink his teeth into that milky flesh.
" Is this all for me, baby boy?"
" Mmmm… like what you see, daddy? " The dildo was still rubbing his hole,teeth biting his lower lip, moaning in delight. A mist of pleasure had covered his eyes, wrenching them to constantly blink.
" Fuck! Baby yeah! Are you gonna fuck yourself with that?" Taehyung tossed his head backwards,hand tugging faster at the same pace as his pounding heartbeat.
" Yes.. for you.." Taehyung's wet, glistering body,drops of water sliding down,was his addiction.
" Do it! " voice, shaky but crisp." Thrust it inside your hole. It's practically begging for it! It's begging to be fucked." Taehyung gulped hard the minute Jungkook's hole was breached by the huge dildo, making him scream.
Taehyung didn't close the distance between them. His back leaned on the shower door, legs slightly spread and hand pumping his cock up and down with such extensive force,the foreskin was nearly torn.
" What a whore you are! " His mouth felt dry, breath coming out in rags from watching him fucking himself. " Faster. Fuck your filthy hole harder."
Jungkook's face was completely lost. Dark shadows of unbearable lust had turned it to something mystical. The dildo was plunging deeper inside him,his vibrations shook his walls but it wasn't enough.
He wanted more.
So he streamed his other hand between his thighs, overwhelmed with the instinctive urge to give his daddy the best show ever and gripped his hard-on,working it vigorously and rocking his hips." Like that? Do you..like.. watching me.. fucking with the.. dildo? Oh daddy! It's so freaking good!"He moaned out and cried when the object hit his spot.
" Better than mine? Does your slutty hole like it more than mine?" Taehyung growled, jerking his shaft with such savageness he thought it might explode. He bit his lips, tilting his head back till it hit the glass and had nowhere to go.
Jungkook's lips curved into a sneer, whimpering like never before." Never.. your cock is bigger.. harder.. it ruins me.. it throbs inside my hole.."
As the dildo kept vibrating in a high speed matching the rhythm of his hand the sight of Taehyung's jerking showered him with a deviant need to come. "Please…please."Jungkook had no idea why or for what he was pleading.
A raucous bawl left Taehyung's mouth, chattering his teeth from an orgasm that was rippling his insides." Fucking whore! You're gonna make me shoot.."
Jungkook watching the man's distorted expression,the trembling of his body,listening to his uneven growls and the intensity of his jerking,plunged the dildo deeper using both hands and tossing his head from side to side,he spurted out blots of cum along with strings of squirting.
" Cum daddy..cum for me..I want to see you.." His legs, unable to keep balance, buckled and fell just above the floor." Please daddy.."
Taehyung didn't know where he found the strength to shuffle his feet to the counter,in front of Jungkook. His gaze feasted on the dildo plunged deep in his hole,the cum smeared on his stomach and thighs.
" I wanna cover your body with my cum. I fucken need to see you drowning in it." He abruptly gave two rough tugs,cursed through gritted teeth,pulled down the foreskin and shooted his warm seed straight on the boy's burning flesh.
Jungkook's fingers scattered the cum all over his pounding chest and belly then stuck out his tongue and licked the sticky substance from them,one by one,even between the folds, flapping his eyelashes."Tasty.."
Taehyung's lust skyrocketed. The white dildo buried inside Jungkook's twitching hole was enough to trigger something wicked.
Something close enough to surpass the boundaries of sanity.
A devilishly smirk curled up his mouth as he placed Jungkook's legs back on the counter spreading them widely.
His left hand fisted the vibrating object,pushing it deeper and twirling it around the boy's anus, catching the sounds of Jungkook's whimpers while his right one gave small slaps on his cock.
Jungkook whizzed and flinched at the sudden pain of the slaps as his cock flapped to both sides,back arched in a bow and hands snatched the edge of the counter.
"Who's a bad boy?" Taehyung gave it a playful whack, Jungkook purred with satisfaction."Who interrupted daddy's shower?" Another swat shook his cock and the younger let out a sharp,pleased hum.
" I.. did.."Jungkook bit the corner of his lower lip,a wildfire raced across his cheeks.
" And what do bad boys get?" Taehyung 's eyes deviously sparkled at how his boy was enjoying the rough pounding of his hole as well as the slapping and gave him another whack much harder this time.
" A pun– punishment.."
" Exactly. We make them pay."
Jungkook's hips instinctively rocked, sinful pleasure punched the air from his lungs in a sharp gasp." Then… punish me.. daddy.. I was a very… bad boy."
This time the slaps came with force,one after the other. Taehyung 's hand pushed the dildo deeper, striking the spot that turned Jungkook into a moaning mess, burning from inside,a silent, visible inferno.
" Kiss me..please.. kiss me.." A plea that came out naturally. He wanted to feel the man's lips on his so badly.
Taehyung smirked." No kissing baby boy. Not until you earn it." His raspy undertone gushed out a whiny cry from Jungkook's throat,hands reaching out and grabbing the older's shoulders.
Taehyung tweaked back,his hand carried on pushing the dildo in and out as his other hand was persistently slapping the hard-on, harder and harder, changing the pinkish colour to dark red.
When Jungkook's eyes rolled to the back, blinking and shutting,his spine bent and legs began shaking Taehyung, realising he was about to climax,pulled out the dildo, leaving Jungkook unsatisfied.
The younger grumbled a whine, hoisting his heavy head to ask why but Taehyung replied first."Bad boys don't get to cum. They beg for daddy to fuck their slutty, tight hole. " He slanted over him, gripping a handful of hair forcing him to look into his eyes.
" Please.." Jungkook whispered.
" Please what?" he lisped back, tightening the grip." What do you want?"
" I need… more."
" Oh is that so?" Taehyung sneered again." Beg for it."
Jungkook's eyes flattered left and right as if he was trying to understand." Wh– what..?" he sputtered, logic and insanity blending in a dangerous mix.
" I said fucken beg, filthy whore! Beg for it!" His fingers squeezed his hair so right it almost ripped them.
The boy gritted his teeth against the pain,hands raised to hold on to something.. anything as his mind went blank and the only thing that kept it slightly functional was his need for that man.
" Ahahahahahah.. please fuck me.. fucken ruin me, daddy.."
Taehyung's eyes glowed from satisfaction."Good boy."
He brought the dildo straight to Jungkook's face and firmly commanded." Suck it. Tell me what it tastes like."
As the younger wavered, Taehyung forcefully pushed the dildo to his mouth." I said fucken suck it! Or else you'll be using only this freaking thing to fuck your ass."
Jungkook darted his tongue out, tracing a slow,wet path on the moist dildo,the scent jingling his nostrils. He bit back a sob,a hiss escaping instead the second Taehyung split his lips open and thrusted the object in.
Taehyung picked up the pace, each shove bashing his throat, choking him,cheeks flushed crimson red and the salty taste tingling his tongue.
" That's it. Oh God I love fucking your mouth." Taehyung's gaze revelled in the lewd sight. He caught the small, pitiful sounds, noticed how Jungkook gasped and choked on the dildo but he kept on thrusting and thrusting even harder.
Jungkook's hands snatched his as his breathing faltered and his saliva was dripping from the corners of his spread mouth.
Taehyung pulled out the dildo with a contemptuous smug." How does it taste?"
The younger coughed, wiping his mouth with jittery hands." Sa– salty.."
Taehyung's left hand rose to grip the back of the boy's head, moving him closer enough to feel his warm breath but far for Jungkook to touch him." Do you want it rough? Degrading?"
Jungkook's chest was pumping up and down."Raw and.. rough.. Call me whatever.. you like.. just turn me around and.." he gasped." Fuck me.."
A roaring laughter filled the room." You wanna watch yourself while you're being fucked? Not a problem." He lifted him up,fingers hooking his waist, snapped him around and forced him to see his reflection on the mirror.
" See? Can you see what a good whore you are for daddy? Huh? Can you? "
The younger warily nodded. His face seemed withdrawn,his pupils were dilated,a fire creeping up his neck and exploding across his cheeks. Not to mention the slight discomfort on his dick from the slapping." Yes.. "
" Is it all for me?" Oddly Taehyung was seeking verification. He knew Jungkook was a horny man but he wanted this to be solely for him.
Nobody else.
" Yes.. for you.. I fucking want you so much.. it bloody hurts.." They were both too hard. He could see that through the glass.
Taehyung fanned out the boy's legs with his knee,lifted up his ass,spanked it a few times and forced him to rest his chest on the cold counter in a way that his head was craned to watch everything through the mirror.
He had no time or desire right now for extensive foreplay. He wanted to fuck him raw. Just the way Jungkook liked it.
As he situated himself between the spread thighs,he rubbed the tip of his cock on the twitching hole and penetrated him in one go.
Jungkook's lips didn't part to scream from pain but from bliss. Because having Taehyung's thick cock inside him after so long was a blessing. He gritted his teeth, enduring the slight pain in his lower abdomen.
Taehyung was pounding his ass at a high-speed pace, plunging in and out,each thrust going deeper and deeper,soggy plumps echoing between groans and whimpers.
As the man's hand groped his hip,nails piercing the burning flesh,his other one fisted Jungkook's hair,boosting his head and forcing him to watch through the mirror.
He saw him.
How he truly looked when in ecstasy.
His eyes were battling between staying alert or surrendering,lust painting them. His succulent lips were parted,skin tinted like ripe cherries,breath breaking in tatters.
What a lewd sight!
Enough to make the older cum on the spot.
Yet,he needed this to last a bit longer.
Because Jungkook was the only person who made him feel alive.
" Is this rough enough for you,whore?"His strained voice made Jungkook's skin crawl.
The boy let out a gruffy cry." No.. do me harder.. fuck me.. till my ass breaks.."
A howl of laughter rippled through the air." Can you handle the pain,boy?"
" Yeah.. Just fuck me.. I can take it."
His grip braced on his hair,cock frantically plopping like he actually wanted to break him in half, feeling his control slipping away and it scared him. For a moment he got frightened by how intense his need for that boy was.
Because he wasn't sure to what lengths he'd go to keep him caged in his golden prison.
Nevertheless,he was given the green light to use him how he wanted and by God,he would.
Jungkook could hardly recognise himself through the mirror. His reflection stared back at him but in an obscure way. Too distorted. Too overwhelmed. Too stimulated.
He rocked his hips to match Taehyung 's rapid pace,feeling the thick cock pummeling his sore hole and literally punching that spot that drove him wild.
Every thrust was guiding him straight to the maddening gates of oblivion. An agonising cry slipped through his lips and observing Taehyung through misty eyes,he saw how similar they looked.
Like watching his own deformed reflection.
" Fucken slut! " Taehyung growled,giving him a powerful plunge." You can't get enough of my dick!" Then one more aggressive thrust.
" Say it.. again.. say what a whore.. I am.. say it.." And that was Jungkook's breaking point.
" Is that what you wanna hear? Huh? What a cockslut you are? What a cum dump? Is it?" His fingers lifted up Jungkook's head even more and with a little more pressure he'd snap his spine.
The younger screamed at the top of his lungs but not for him to stop.
To go harder,faster,rawer.
" Use me.. break me.. ruin me.. hurt me.. all you want.."
He could sense his climax was dangerously close.
That's all that mattered.
His pleasure.
The man's cock was ruthlessly punching his insides with such menacing force that felt as if his cock was shattering to pieces.
Surprisingly,his throat felt dry,his blood pressure went sky-high and heart rate increased from the overwhelming, physical sensation that his nose ruptured and warm blood started dripping down his lips.
Jungkook, through foggy eyes, caught a glimpse of the blood and the world froze. His eyes blinked, heavy and sharp,fear creeping up inside him."Taehyung.. your nose.. it's bleeding.."
The older, downright dazed,brushed aside his bloody nose, rubbing the stain off with his knuckles and carried on relentlessly hammering the clenching hole he so much longed for.
" Taehyung.. please." Jungkook implored him,still concerned about him." Your nose.."
" Fuck it! I'm fine! And I'll be a lot better when I make you cum and squirt for me." He anchored his hand on Jungkook's hip once more to pump up the rhythm and battered him with such aggressive thrusts that the boy couldn't restrain himself from choking out howls and whimpers.
They were both bordering on a shattering orgasm.
Taehyung came first.
" Fuck! Cumming.. Oh God I'm cumming!"He buried his cock deep inside that warmness,cum streaming in while moving in the same pace for his boy to reach his highs.
The ploppy sound of skin against skin,forced out an earsplitting growl from Jungkook's lips as his spine bent with incredible flexibility and his cock erupted.
But what came afterwards was heaven for Taehyung. He pulled him up, flesh and heartbeats colliding, savouring the sight of Jungkook squirting on the floor.
That was Taehyung's true orgasm.
Watching the effect he had on his lover.
Jungkook's gaze locked on the man's reflection.
He was there.
He was real.
He hadn't left him.
Then his attention shifted to his own face. Flushed,eyes glowing with something that had nothing to do with lust and anger.
His lustful expression turned into a horror one.
He was shocked..
In his heart he had always known and feared it would come to this. He carried the suspicion for weeks.
And there it was.
Staring back at him.
He had spent months,no years building up walls.
Maintaining a safe distance.
Trying to convince himself and others around him that this man didn't matter.
That he hated him.
Loathed him.
For his arrogance. His wealth. His twisted mind.
That Kim Taehyung didn't mean anything to him.
That the only connection binding them was physical.
That he was solely attracted to his body.
Jungkook had willingly entered a contracted deal with him.
Terms. Structure. Safety. Obligations but no expectations.
Only to come to this.
The most horrific realisation.
He gasped for breath, gulping down nothing more than air. His knees buckled, holding on to the counter like it was the only thing that kept him from collapsing.
He loved Taehyung.
He was obsessively in love with the one person he wasn't allowed to.
Because according to the contract he had signed with his own hands,feelings were strictly forbidden and would lead to Taehyung breaking it and kicking him out of his life.
Taehyung sensed his uneasiness and the shift in his expression. Jungkook looked almost terrified and were those tears glowing in his eyes? His voice came out low and rough."What's wrong?"
Jungkook forced a hard swallow as his hands grasped the shiny counter, searching for something to say instead of staring like a scared puppy." Nothing. Probably the.. blood."
Taehyung 's eyes softened more than the boy had ever seen them before and wrapped his arms around his waist, holding him tight." Are you afraid of a little blood?"
" No.."
The man wasn't sure if it was true. He knew a lot of people who fainted at the sight of blood."It's nothing really. See I'm fine. No more blood."
Taehyung 's cock was still inside him and he could feel the cum dripping down his inner thighs. " Hold me, Taehyung.. hold me and kiss me."
The man carefully pulled out just as Jungkook turned around and hugged him. His hands slid to Taehyung's back,palms squeezing him like he was memorizing his shape. The strong coconut scent hit his nose instantly as he buried his face in his neck.
" I thought you were angry at me." Taehyung hummed softly.
" I was." Jungkook admitted." But I took it out in sex." He cropped up his head and swallowed Taehyung's answer by kissing him.
Because it was easier than the truth.
Because the truth could be catastrophic.
The thought of losing him forever had opened a wound that would never heal.
And Jungkook had already mourned for him.
Jungkook's lips moved rhythmically on the smooth skin, gentle and tender like a tranquil river on a hot summer's day, kissing him as if it was the first time. Like he was anticipating it all his life.
A soft brush at first, promising, narrowed to only breath and heat,no tongue but filled with things he couldn't say out loud. With the love he felt but had to shut.
And then it deepened in a way that made Taehyung 's skin shiver and his heart beat faster.
The older gently held his hips,lifting him up and placing him on the counter. He kissed back,lips dancing on the boy's in the same rhythm. His hands clinging to him, feeling that he was the one thing keeping him alive.
They moaned through the kiss, relishing the moment,the feeling,the touch. There was no lust,no physical need. It was purely emotional.
Yes. Feelings complicated things.
Feelings made people reckless.
Feelings between them were strictly forbidden.
And the contract Jungkook had signed with his own hands,the same ones they were now trembling on his back,was crushing him like a gravestone.
Loving Taehyung meant living with the constant fear of losing him.
Jungkook's breath hitched, cutting the kiss and resting his forehead on his chest, sensing his heartbeat.
" What was that?" Taehyung lisped breathlessly, caressing his hair with shaky fingers.
" A kiss? Haven't you ever been kissed before?"
Taehyung chuckled." I guess but not like that. It felt different.. somehow."
Jungkook's mind went rigid. His first response was to blurt it out. ' Everything is wrong. My whole world is falling apart. Everything I believed was real. Every defence I had crumbled. I love you and I can't afford to lose you. I love you like I've never loved before and it's freaking scary. Because if you find out, you'll send me away. Because you don't love me."
He didn't say anything.
Well,he concluded that the last thing he wanted was to raise his suspicions and be forced to answer questions he didn't know how.
" It didn't involve tongues. It was me showing you I'm not mad anymore." He shook his head, pressing his aching body on Taehyung's,nuzzling his face against the man's crook and hooking his legs around his torso.
The lie had a bittersweet taste.
He couldn't afford the truth.
Thankfully,the older didn't push further. He let it sly and securely held him in his warm embrace, offering him protection without even realising it.
What Jungkook received was agony, helplessness and fear.
But above all the certainty that eventually Taehyung would slip through his fingers and there wasn't a damn thing he could do.
Love isn't pleasure sometimes…
It's terrifying and painful…