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There’s a soft jazz tune playing distantly in the background that has Taehyung humming under his breath. A classic, Nat King Cole’s Unforgettable. He stares across the table, eyes glimmering and coy. Brings his glass of wine to his lips and parts them slowly before taking a small sip.
Meeting his eyes are Jungkook’s own. Amidst the clinks of silverware and quiet chatter of the dimly lit restaurant they’re currently sat in, they continue to stare each other down like they’re the only ones in the room.
Ask a bystander and they’d say there must be a silent argument being held between the alluring pair, daggers pointed at one another, poised and ready to fly at any minute with the tension radiating off them.
It’s not exactly the case, but it’s close.
You see, Taehyung is sweet temptation, put together in the form of feline eyes, dulcet words and sensual grace. He knows this and Jungkook knows this, and Jungkook wants to ravish him for it.
“Been a while, hasn’t it?” Taehyung starts with a lilt of a smile and a quirk of his brow. A waiter steps in with their main courses, setting their plates down swiftly before excusing himself. “Did you miss me?”
Taehyung observes as Jungkook leans back in his seat, lifting his fork with a smirk, eyes flitting down as he pokes at his food. He twirls and untwirls strands of pasta, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. It’s habitual, and Taehyung takes in how much and how little has changed with Jungkook since their days back in college.
It’s been months since they’d last met in person, Jungkook being swept in the hustle, pressure and media attention that comes with being an heir to one of Seoul’s biggest conglomerates. It’s by chance that they’re even here, schedules aligning just right in the heart of Paris. Just one night.
“Of course I’ve missed you,” Jungkook says, and if he’d kept his eyes on Taehyung a little longer he’d have noticed the slight flush in Taehyung’s cheeks.
Taehyung wants to tell him he’s missed him too, but pride gets in the way and he shifts to lift his own cutlery instead.
As he digs into his own meal, he contemplates telling Jungkook just how much he’s longed for him. Jungkook’s smile, his voice, scent, warmth, everything. He longs for their carefree days, before life got in the way. Before they went down separate roads.
Maybe it’s that bitter taste in his mouth as well that stops him from letting Jungkook hear those words. He’s bitter at how they’ve had to act like they’re strangers. That it takes 8,960 kilometres of distance from Seoul for it to be normal to have a meal together. That the media would do anything to get their hands on this hot piece of news of seeing them together.
Oh, the scandal. How they love it.
It’s not that Taehyung is bad news. Rather, everyone knows him as a starlet in his own right. That farm boy that fought tooth and nail to be where he is today in Seoul’s fashion industry. The young model and designer who braved the backlash of being openly gay and androgynous.
It’s the latter that changes everything in their dynamics, because Jungkook’s scene is far from accepting of the glamour that fills Taehyung’s. It’s rigid discipline, conservatism and structure that follows decades of family tradition.
It’s ridiculous, because it’s nothing like the Jungkook he knows is stowed away underneath the suits and ties, and he’s bitter for it.
The rest of their dinner goes by quickly, almost urgently. Conversation only makes way for trivial subjects; how good the food and wine tastes, the restaurant’s pleasant atmosphere, the beautiful streets of Paris. Taehyung’s not usually one for small talk, but at this moment he can’t bring himself to go into depths with anything meaningful. This whole dinner feels trivial and unnecessary, because every minute they spend here is a minute wasted in not being able to have Jungkook all to himself.
Barely an hour passes before Jungkook’s calling for the bill. Under the heavy cloth draping their table, Taehyung crosses his legs and grazes a stiletto along Jungkook’s calf slowly, leaning on the table with his chin in his hand. Up and down, up and down, and they’re back to their silent gazing.
...
Coming out of the restaurant, the night greets them with an autumn breeze. They stand idle by the entrance, waiting for Taehyung’s chauffeur. Jungkook steps behind him to help him into his long coat. “You look good,” he comments, taking in the red satin scarf ribboned around Taehyung’s neck, his cream blouse, high waist slacks and waves of blonde.
In his heels he’s taller than Jungkook, and Jungkook takes this opportunity to let his nose skim over the curves of Taehyung’s back, pausing at the dip of his neck to inhale the floral notes of his perfume. Taehyung tilts his head, welcoming the touch.
“Darling, I always look good.”
Hands that have come to rest on Taehyung’s hips tighten slightly before pulling away as Jungkook scoffs. Taehyung hears the scrape of a lighter being lit before he turns around to face Jungkook.
“Cigarette?” Jungkook offers, holding out a stick. Taehyung turns it down gently before reaching into his own pocket for a pack of Virginia Slims. He brings one to his lips and Jungkook cups his lighter by the ends of it to light it up.
They let smoke waft lazily in the space between them and take it in together with the chill of the night. “This is new,” Taehyung says, eyeing the puff of smoke rushing out of Jungkook’s soft lips. He wants to kiss them.
Jungkook shrugs like he didn’t used to chide Taehyung for his bad vices. “Picked it up from Yoongi,” he mumbles sheepishly. “The man smokes like a chimney, and he’s the only guy I really hang around with these days.”
“And have you been able to do much of that? Hanging around?”
Jungkook gazes at him momentarily, like he’s contemplating. “You know most of my time goes to the company,” he says quietly. “Why, you worried?”
Worried. Taehyung lets the word simmer for a bit. He is, worried Jungkook’s working himself to the bone. Putting his all into something that means nothing to him. But he also wonders if there’s time Jungkook’s found between the back and forth of home to office to home to meet anyone new. Anyone special.
“A man like you surely has the means to indulge himself once in a while. Has your father found you that perfect damsel he’s been meaning to pair you with?” Taehyung asks as casually as he can.
Jungkook smirks then, flicks the last of the ashes off his stick before dropping it into a bin. “So you’re not worried. You’re jealous.”
Taehyung stiffens when Jungkook steps forward to snake his hands around his waist, pulling him close. He rolls his eyes and takes a long puff, exhales slowly, and Jungkook only brings his face closer, noses almost touching. “You didn’t answer the question.”
“He’s found me plenty,” Jungkook sighs. “None I would consider perfect.” None of them are you.
There’s that gaze again, dark and intense, and Taehyung wants to look away, push him off and bring him closer all at once. It’s heavy. A black Rolls-Royce pulls up next to them, and it queues Taehyung to take a step back. As the chauffeur steps out to open a door to the passenger seat, Jungkook guides Taehyung in before crossing over to the other side of the car.
“Mr Choi, take us back to my hotel, please,” Taehyung requests when they’re all seated.
“Right away, sir.”
...
The ride is mostly silent, but Taehyung lets Jungkook bring his hand into his lap. Stares out the window as Jungkook rubs along the back of it.
“You’re tense,” Jungkook says, watching him.
“Am I?”
“What’s wrong? Tell me,” he presses into Taehyung’s hand now, massaging lightly. “Is it that thing about my father? I swear I haven’t been meeting any of the ladies he’s been forcing on me, Tae.”
“And what’s your excuse for turning them all down?” Taehyung asks, watching street lights whizz by.
“I have no time for dating.”
“And are you going to use that line until you turn 50?”
“If I have to.”
“And what if he arranges a marriage? Your father is a powerful man, Jungkook. What he wants, he gets.”
“I won’t let him,” Jungkook replies stubbornly, and he knows it’s not enough of an answer for Taehyung, who sighs in resignation. “Tae, come on. Enough of this. I’m here, you’re here. Let’s just have this for now, alright?” he pleads, placing a chaste kiss on the back of Taehyung’s hand.
A playful grin crosses his face as he trails down to Taehyung’s fingers, kisses every digit before turning it up to place his lips on his palm. He continues down his wrist, cheering inwardly when Taehyung slowly turns to watch him. He’s frowning, but Jungkook sees the fondness in his eyes, and when Jungkook bites down on his wrist and growls, a small laugh bubbles out of him. Jungkook loves the sound of it. Wants to be the one who brings it out of him every time.
He places Taehyung’s hand in his lap again, grinning fondly. “By the way, I saw your new line on the runway the other day,” Jungkook recounts, eager to change the subject. “On TV. It was stunning.”
Taehyung beams. He was proud of his latest project, heart fluttering knowing Jungkook’s seen it. “What did you like about it?”
“That it screams you,” Jungkook smiles.
“As it should,” Taehyung nods, squeezing Jungkook’s hand. He knows what Jungkook’s doing, avoiding the subject of them like he always does, but Taehyung’s weak. Weak for that smile, so he lets it go. He eyes the tall building looming by, and the car comes to a slow stop. “We’re here, darling.”
...
Jungkook’s hands are back on Taehyung’s waist the minute the elevator doors shut. He plants kisses on Taehyung’s face and neck, rubs his face into his scarf so vigorously Taehyung has to hold on to the railings for balance. “You’re like a needy puppy,” Taehyung laughs breathily.
“I’ve missed you,” Jungkook sighs between kisses.
Taehyung hums, closes his eyes at the words as he runs his fingers through Jungkook’s soft raven locks. He rakes a hand up Jungkook’s broad chest before pushing him off right as the elevator dings, doors sliding open. Without looking back, he struts out, leading the way to his room. When they’re there, he brings out a key card and unlocks the door. Steps into the room with Jungkook on his tail. “Make yourself comf— mmfh. ”
Jungkook has Taehyung pressed against the door as soon as it’s closed, kissing him fiercely. Truthfully, Taehyung saw it coming, but his mind still reels for a second before he goes pliant, kissing back just as hard. Hands are all over him, cupping his jaw, on his neck, trailing down his lower back.
“Jungkook,” Taehyung whispers, moaning as Jungkook slides his tongue past his lips, swiping the roof of his mouth and knocking the breath out of him. The slide is wet and messy, Taehyung’s red gloss staining Jungkook’s mouth as teeth clack. He brings a hand up to cup Jungkook’s jaw. “Kookie, slow down.”
Jungkook pulls away, eyes blown, a string of saliva connecting their lips. “Fuck, Tae,” he rests his head on Taehyung’s, closing his eyes and breathing heavily. “It’s been so long.”
“I’m—” kiss “gonna—” kiss “run a bath,” kiss . “ Fuck , Jungkook stop,” Taehyung laughs. He ducks and escapes the hands that had him trapped against the door, toeing his heels off and skimming away from Jungkook who groans and eyes him longingly. As much as he doesn’t want to stop, it’s been a long day, having touched down from Seoul that very morning, and Taehyung wants to wind down.
Jungkook takes in the executive suite as Taehyung flits into the bathroom. It’s so like Taehyung to book the largest room in a hotel, something Jungkook never feels comfortable doing on his own business trips. Finds the extra space disconcerting when he’s spending nights alone, and he wonders if Taehyung ever feels the same. He steps out of the lounge area and into the bedroom, king sized bed set close to a balcony that overlooks the city. Removes his suit jacket and drapes it over a chair. He can hear water running, and he sits on the bed, hands running across soft sheets as he takes in the view of the eiffel tower in the distance, shining splendid in the night.
“Care to join me, darling?” he hears Taehyung call out to him after a while, voice muffled behind the doors of the bathroom.
The sight that greets him as he opens the door stirs something in the pit of his stomach. The bathroom’s just as big as the bedroom, Taehyung at the far end of it where a large tub is set. He’s in a silk robe, back turned to him and bent forward with a knee on the ledge. He’s swishing a hand in the water that’s pink from a bath bomb. Like before, there’s soft jazz playing quietly, room smelling of lavender and vanilla, and Jungkook takes a deep inhale as he saunters towards him. “Don’t mind if I do,” he murmurs, hand splaying out on Taehyung’s hip, appreciating the curves on his body and the perk of his ass.
His other hand grips the hem of Taehyung’s robe, and he drags up slowly. All he wants to do is touch.
Taehyung turns before he manages to reveal anything, eyes raking up and down Jungkook’s form in appreciation. “Take this off,” he smiles coyly, reaching out to unbutton Jungkook’s dress shirt.
Jungkook bites his lip in anticipation as he unbuckles his belt, pops the button of his pants and unzips. Taehyung watches him from underneath long lashes as Jungkook’s shirt falls to the floor, reaching down to lower his pants next. Leaning forward, Jungkook catches his lips in a sweet kiss and undoes the sash keeping his robe in place.
He pulls away, breath hitching when he glances down and sees red lace. Taehyung sways his hips tauntingly, hands coming up to wrap around Jungkook’s neck, and he stares in dumb rapture.
“Like what you see?” Taehyung purrs, bringing Jungkook’s hands down to his bare waist. Jungkook slides them further down, lets the tip of his fingers graze the soft material of his panties.
“You’re gorgeous.”
They continue to sway along to the music for a time, slow kisses in between sweet nothings.
“I’ve missed you,” Jungkook breathes, brows furrowing like it pains him.
“Hmm, so you’ve mentioned,” Taehyung hums against his lips. He kisses Jungkook’s cheek, smiling soft. It’s a look reserved only for Jungkook. “Water’s getting cold. Undress me.”
Jungkook removes his robe before bringing his hands underneath the seams of Taehyung’s panties, pulling them up teasingly. Taehyung gasps at the friction, biting a grin and giving Jungkook a light slap on his chest. It’s so endearing, and Jungkook wants to tease him more but he’s been waiting far too long to see all of Taehyung, so he finally slides his panties down completely. Taehyung’s hard, and the sight of it has Jungkook groaning softly.
“Get in then,” Jungkook says, turning Taehyung around and giving him a light slap on his ass. Taehyung giggles as he steps into the tub while Jungkook removes his own briefs and follows suit.
They sit across from each other, Taehyung’s eyes glinting. There’s too much space between them, and Jungkook needs to touch. “Come here,” he grunts impatiently.
“Needy puppy,” Taehyung teases, He comes up to Jungkook and rests against his chest, Jungkook’s thighs trapping Taehyung between them, and he shudders at the feeling of Jungkook’s hard on pressed against him.
“Your needy puppy.”
Taehyung scoffs. “Cheesy.”
“You started it, love.”
Taehyung smiles, closing his eyes blissfully as he soaks up the scents, warmth and music that fills his senses. He lets his head fall back on Jungkook’s shoulder, sighing as Jungkook sweeps his hands along his arms, down to his thighs. “This is nice.”
“You’re nice,” Jungkook smiles into his neck, nosing his jaw and planting a soft kiss.
Taehyung’s humming to the music again, and Jungkook could listen to his smooth baritone all night. He feels so much for the man in his arms, yearns so much for him, and sadness seeps in at the thought of how they would part in a few hours. His mind floats back to a first kiss in an empty hallway, study dates in the library that never were productive, stargazing with old friends on a camp out in Busan. There’s a large window by the tub, and he glances out at the night sky, cloudy and dark.
“Do you remember when we saw that shooting star in Busan?” Jungkook murmurs, squeezing Taehyung’s knee.
“How could I forget. It was beautiful.”
“It was. I think of you whenever I look up at the stars. Beautiful, dazzling. But nothing like seeing you in person. You’re the brightest of stars.”
“Jeon Jungkook, you, are a hopeless romantic.”
Jungkook chuckles. “Stop dissing me, you like it when I say sweet shit like this.”
“So you’re only saying them to get in my good books?”
Jungkook kisses his cheek. “You know I mean every word, love. I could wax poetry about you all night if that’s what you want.”
“You make me cringe, darling,” Taehyung says, smiling. “I’d rather we spend the rest of the night doing something else.”
“Hmm, like what?”
“Like this,” Taehyung replies, taking Jungkook’s hand and placing it over his crotch, and Jungkook takes a sharp inhale.
“Always straight to the point,” Jungkook mutters. Slowly, he drags his hand down to the base of Taehyung’s shaft, pulling up to rub a thumb against his slit. “Like this?”
“Mmm, yes,” Taehyung sighs, melting into his arms even more.
His hands come to rest on Jungkook’s forearm, revelling at the protruding veins, whimpering softly as Jungkook starts to stroke him languidly. Jungkook kisses him again, snakes an arm around him to tease a nipple, and he knows Taehyung is sensitive there. Muffles his quiet moans with kisses as he flicks at the soft buds lightly.
With a sigh, Taehyung arches his back at his ministrations, tilting his head towards Jungkook so they can deepen the kiss. A hand comes up to grip the hair on Jungkook’s nape, and oh, how he’s missed this. The way Jungkook knows exactly how to rile him up, knows how to get him heated so quickly like no one else can.
“Kook, touch me.”
“I am touching you,” Jungkook snickers, the fist around Taehyung’s cock clenching tighter.
“Touch me more ,” he demands.
“Who’s needy now?”
Taehyung wants to bite at Jungkook’s lips, make him shut up because it’s embarrassing, how much he wants. But before he can, Jungkook’s lifting one of his legs and propping them up over the bathtub’s ledge, and he gasps, eyelids fluttering as fingers come down to prod at his hole.
“Do you touch yourself like this when we’re apart, baby?” Jungkook whispers in his ear, voice low and rumbling, and it makes Taehyung shiver. The tip of his middle finger breaches his rim, pushing in and out shallowly and Taehyung squirms, water sloshing about them as the hand around his cock speeds up. It contrasts with the way Jungkook’s finger fucks into him lazily. “Do you think of me when you’re all alone back in Seoul? Think of my cock filling you up nice and easy while you fuck yourself on your fingers, hmm?”
Taehyung whines, desperate. His words are filthy, but they’re true. All those nights Taehyung’s spent getting himself off to thoughts of Jungkook touching him, playing with him, fucking him, and they’re all coming to life at this very moment.
“Ah, Jungkook, god —”
“Shh, I’ve got you,” Jungkook whispers in his ear, tongue sweeping along the tip of it before he nibbles at Taehyung’s earlobe. “Gonna make you see stars.”
With that, Jungkook pulls Taehyung up swiftly, pushing him forward before he can even comprehend that they’re moving. Taehyung yelps as he’s brought to his knees in the water, hands planted at the end of the tub. Ripples splash out and wets a large expanse of the floor, but Taehyung can’t bring himself to care because Jungkook’s hands are spreading his asscheeks, and he mewls as he feels something hot and wet lapping at his rim.
“Oh my god,” Taehyung sobs, eyes squeezing shut and hands scratching at the ledge. Jungkook eats him like he’s been starving , slurping and sucking at his rim lewdly while he continues to stroke Taehyung’s cock at a rapid pace. “K-kookie, darling , I can’t -”
“You can, love,” Jungkook breathes before pushing his tongue into Taehyung’s heat, fucking into him quick.
He rubs the head of Taehyung’s cock roughly, scratches his nails against his ass before bringing a finger in to join his tongue. The sounds Jungkook makes, the slide of his long finger and tongue reaching deep, it’s all too much for Taehyung, and he does see stars when he comes hard , spurts of white dirtying the ledge and dripping into the water as he moans loud and high.
He’s shaking, mind in a haze as he slumps into the pool of water, and Jungkook embraces him with so much warmth, coos as he litters kisses over his back.
“I’ve missed you,” Jungkook says sweetly, massaging Taehyung’s limp form.
“Kook… ‘ve missed you too,” Taehyung whispers.
“I know, baby.”
They’re silent as Jungkook dries them both off, Taehyung pliant and still in a daze as Jungkook backhugs him and guides him into the bedroom. He peers into the drawers of Taehyung’s bedside table and finds what he’s looking for — lube and condoms. Bringing them out, he nudges Taehyung onto the sheets, hovering over him as he pushes blonde waves out of Taehyung’s eyes.
“Beautiful,” he sighs, cupping Taehyung’s cheek, and Taehyung peers up at Jungkook with heavy lids. “You alright to continue, love?” A soft nod, and Taehyung turns his head slightly to kiss Jungkook’s palm.
Jungkook swoons. The Taehyung he sees before him is vulnerable, a contradiction to the brazen character he portrays in front of lights and cameras. He’s the only one who gets to see him like this, and it makes him fiercely possessive. He wants to ravish Taehyung, and he does just that, peppering kisses along his forehead, cheeks, nose, lips. Making his way down to his neck, Jungkook sucks, light enough that he doesn’t leave a mark before travelling down the dip of his collarbones and to his chest, licking over his nipples. Taehyung whimpers, hands coming up to curl into Jungkook’s hair.
“You’re so precious when you’re like this, Tae.”
Taehyung flushes in embarrassment, soft cock twitching. He can’t handle anymore of Jungkook’s sweet words, comes out of his stupor momentarily and tries to get a grip. “Quiet, Kook. Just... hurry.”
“Impatient,” Jungkook grins. Sitting on his heels, he grabs the bottle of lube lying by them. “Spread your legs for me, love.”
And Taehyung does, hands trailing his inner thighs sensually as he looks down at Jungkook with lust filled eyes, bottom lip between his teeth.
“Fuck, just look at you,” Jungkook groans, admiring the sight before him.
He can’t help but graze his teeth along one of Taehyung’s knees, nuzzling his inner thigh and inhaling hints of lavender and vanilla. It makes his mind grow heavy with want, and he pops open the bottle of lube right then, drizzling the thick substance over his palm and warming them up between his fingers.
Taehyung is reeling in anticipation as slick fingers finally push at his entrance. He lets his hands drop to the bed, one hand gripping the pillow he has under his head while the other messes the sheets by his side. The slide of the first digit is slow. Jungkook eases into him carefully, reaching all the way in to his knuckles. It’s too slow, and Taehyung bucks his hips up slightly, trying to fuck himself on Jungkook’s finger. “I’m not made of glass, darling,” he pants.
Jungkook chuckles. “So feisty. I love getting you all eager for me,” he teases, knowing it’ll only further rile Taehyung up. He’s grumbling, but his body writhes as Jungkook slides a second finger in, scissoring him open. “All soft for me,” Jungkook hums, leaning down and roving his tongue along Taehyung’s tummy.
Taehyung’s lithe figure is a work of art, and it amazes Jungkook to no end how perfect his proportions are, how tone yet soft he can be in all the right places. The way his body rolls against Jungkook’s fingers is a sight to behold, and he wants to bring out Taehyung’s moans and whimpers just to hear his voice so he fits three fingers in, nipping at his pelvis before he takes his half hard cock into his mouth right as he angles his fingers to his prostate.
It brings out the desired effect, Taehyung jerking underneath him with a sharp cry. His moans drag out as Jungkook presses into his bundle of nerves relentlessly, and Taehyung’s tugging at his hair now, thighs shooting up and caging Jungkook’s head. “Jungkook, Jungkook fuck,” he whines, short breaths spilling out of him.
Jungkook slurps him up messily, relishing at how he’s gotten Taehyung hard again. He hollows his cheeks and takes all of Taehyung’s cock while pinning his hips to the bed. Loves the taste of Taehyung’s precum and how heavy he feels against his tongue. Taehyung’s a mess, sensitive from coming once already and Jungkook wants to take it all in, letting his cock slip and littering kisses against his thighs and calf before sitting back on his heels once again.
He watches transfixed as his fingers slide in and out of Taehyung’s stretched hole. Looks up at Taehyung’s face when he hiccups, and he’s so wrecked . Taehyung’s eyes are squeezed shut and he’s babbling, so Jungkook comes up to place a kiss on the corner of his lips. “What is it baby?”
“Fuck me Kookie,” he chokes on a sob. “Fuck me now.”
Jungkook hums, nodding against Taehyung’s lips. His dick has been straining for what’s probably an hour now, and it’s aching with the need to feel Taehyung’s warmth. Reaching out to their side, Jungkook grips at a condom wrapper, but a hand comes up to his wrist. “Don’t… Want to feel you.”
Jungkook takes in Taehyung’s red cheeks and glistening eyes, and decides that he’ll never be able to say no to him. “Okay. Fuck, okay.”
Once he’s brought a pillow underneath Taehyung’s hips, Jungkook slicks his cock up with more lube before aligning himself. He rests an elbow by Taehyung’s face and guides the tip of his cock past his heat, moaning at how tight Taehyung is around him. The warmth feels like it’s everywhere, consuming him entirely, and he pauses just to breathe once he bottoms out. Taehyung’s nails are digging into his shoulders, breathing shallow as Jungkook pulls out slightly before thrusting in again.
“Look at me love,” Jungkook whispers, kissing Taehyung as his eyes flutter open. The slow push has Taehyung gasping against his lips, and it’s not long before he’s speeding up his pace, thrusts long and deep.
“J-Jungkook, f-feels so good,” Taehyung moans, thighs shaking as Jungkook pounds into him. The angle has Jungkook pressing against his prostate with every slide.
“Wanna make you feel good, Tae,” Jungkook grunts. “Make you feel all of me.”
The sound of skin slapping against skin is loud, accompanied by Taehyung’s high pitched wails and Jungkook’s shallow grunts, and all the while their eyes meet in a fiery blaze. Taehyung can’t help but clench tight because it’s overwhelming, how Jungkook’s eyes are filled with passion for him . The pleasure he feels from having Jungkook after so long. Being filled so completely and holding him close. Taehyung never wants this to end.
He wraps his legs around Jungkook’s waist and turns his head, nudging Jungkook’s wrist with his nose, and Jungkook brings two fingers into Taehyung’s mouth. “You’re so perfect,” he moans as Taehyung sucks at his fingers messily, choking as Jungkook thrusts hard before coming to a sudden halt.
Bringing his fingers out, he smears spit against Taehyung’s chin. Taehyung’s about to tell Jungkook to fucking move , but then Jungkook’s lifting him up like he’s weightless, pulling him into his lap and bouncing him against his cock.
“Oh, Jungkook , fuck, fuck, yes,” Taehyung wails loudly, the new position has Jungkook sliding in so deep, and Taehyung grinds his hips down to meet Jungkook’s thrusts hard and fast.
“You take me so well, baby,” he pants, closing the space between them, Taehyung muffling his moans in Jungkook’s neck. “You’re so fucking tight. I’m so close.”
“M-me too,” Taehyung stutters, cock dribbling precum as it rubs against Jungkook’s abs. The room is spinning and in the fog of it all he glances up and sees his reflection in a mirror across the bed. The muscles on Jungkook’s back rippling, his own hair in disarray and eyes blown. “Fill me up, darling,” he gasps, head hanging back as Jungkook moans loudly.
Jungkook’s hips falter at his words, and his orgasm hits him so hard his arms tremble around Taehyung. The warmth that fills Taehyung has him coming as well, falling slack against Jungkook’s chest with a soft whimper.
They stay in place for several minutes, panting against each other until Jungkook pulls out slowly. Taehyung whines at the feeling of Jungkook’s cum seeping out of him, and Jungkook shushes him gently with light kisses over his face and lips.
He pulls Taehyung down with him and they shift to lie on their sides once they’ve come down from their high. Facing each other. Taehyung strokes Jungkook’s hair and drapes a leg over his waist, prompting Jungkook to draw circles along his thigh.
Taehyung’s humming a tune, the same song from the restaurant. He traces a finger down to Jungkook’s face, along the sharp features he’s had memorised.
“You’re perfect,” Jungkook murmurs.
Taehyung leans in to kiss him gently. “I’ve missed you.”
...
When dawn breaks, Jungkook finds Taehyung on the balcony, robe dancing in the breeze and cigarette between his fingers as he stares out into the quiet city. They’ve barely slept more than a couple of hours, having spent the entire night mapping each other’s bodies.
Jungkook comes up behind Taehyung and wraps his arms around his waist. He grabs the cigarette from Taehyung and takes a slow drag. “Hey, you.”
“Kookie,” Taehyung takes his stick back. “What time is your flight?”
Jungkook senses the tinge of sadness in Taehyung’s voice, grips him tighter as he buries his face in his neck, heart clenching. “Noon,” he mutters.
“And when will I see you again?”
"I... I don’t know, Tae.”
Silence befalls them as Taehyung drags the last of his cigarette. He lets the ashes drift. “There’s a lot between us that we have to unpack, darling.”
“There is.”
Taehyung nods at Jungkook’s response. The lack of action in them. His patience wears thin, and the words leave his mouth before he can stop them.
“Do you still love me, Jungkook?”
Jungkook’s eyes widen at the question and he cringes with guilt. “I do, of course I do. I love you,” So much. He wants to assure Taehyung that things will get better, that he’ll sooner than later gather up the courage to say fuck it to the world. Give Taehyung the love he deserves, but he’s afraid.
“I know it’s hard, Tae, but wait for me. Please.” he says, eyes desperate.
Taehyung turns to face him, looking weary. He shuts his eyes and nods, leaning his forehead against Jungkook’s.
He’s bitter, but he’s weak for Jungkook, so he nods. Accepts that as soon as Jungkook takes that flight, they’ll go back to their own lives, pretending they don’t see the elephant in the room. Until they meet again.
“I’ll wait for you.”