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Living together for years and years without any change can take a toll on one's love life and sex drive. This was something Taehyung had learned the hard way.
Their everyday life was filled with work, chores and responsibilities every adult had to face and overcome. His lover Jungkook being the epitome of hotness never changed, yet, he couldn't get himself to act like the young adult he had been a few years back.
The person who just couldn't keep his hands to himself, who would throw himself at the younger any given chance. Taehyung himself didn't even understand at which point in his life everything turned into a dull everyday routine that would leave no space for real happiness, love or passion.
Maybe it was his challenging duty as a lawyer, or maybe it was the difference in schedules the couple had habituated. Jungkook was out of bed at least two hours prior and would also go to bed earlier than him. Still, the weekends would be no different. It was too hard to change daily habits and routines for just a day or two per week.
Therefore, slowly, but surely, their lives of love and unison became that of two individuals living a life together as nothing more than roommates, the only difference being that they shared a bedroom and bed, only sometimes they'd give habitual pecks. As sad as it sounds, that's reality for the two of them.
One evening, Jungkook approached the unsuspecting Taehyung after dinner, before heading to bed.
"Tae, I have to talk to you." The tension was suffocating and the air was heavy as these words lay between them. Nothing could have prepared Taehyung for what he was about to say.
"I get the feeling you don't want me anymore and I am sick of waiting for anything to happen. For the past months, every advance I made was ignored by you and I can't do this anymore." He cleared his throat as he saw the other's eyes glistening with tears, trying to cover the thick lump coating his own vocal chords.
"What?" The thick mellow voice he only knew when Taehyung was close to tears tore at his heart's strings, but he wanted to try something daring, in an attempt to fix their relationship.
"I want to take you to a swinger party. Maybe you and I need some fun with others. I want to try it."
"Oh." Taehyung gulped visibly, his Adam's apple bobbing heavily in his throat. His eyes were stuck on his plate while he poked his leftover food, all appetite flew out the window. Jungkook couldn't help but notice, his eyes never leaving the handsome face. With reluctance, Taehyung finally accepted. "Ok, sure. I'll join, if that's what you want."
He was on the verge of tears when Jungkook kissed him on his temple before leaving for the bedroom. "Goodnight, Tae."
"Goodnight, Kookie." As soon as the door fell shut, he let his tears flow. 'He's going to leave me.'
Jungkook's POV
It's been a while since I confronted him with my idea. So, today is the day to take my plan into action and, to be honest, I am a bit worried if this will actually help us. But, better take a risk than do nothing, right?
As soon as we entered the house I had a faint idea of how I wanted to provoke the passion I had missed for the past months. After ridding our bodies from the outer layers of clothes at the lockers, we took our wristbands. The instructions say two black for sex as a top, black and white for sex as a bottom, two whites for observers only, which I didn't want, or rather need.
I walk through the house, trying to find the perfect spot for my plot. Many couples are already present and some are engaged in various activities. Making out seems to be the softest kind while heavy bondage scenes are the most extreme taking place. I couldn't help myself and stopped whenever I spotted some action going on. I observed each scene for a few minutes. The most intriguing was watching a three on one taking place. Wow, that is indeed hot.
Sharing Taehyung was never an option for me and never will be, but I somehow misjudged the visual stimulation and what the thought alone could do to my body. The tightening feeling in my boxer briefs indicated what I had missed out on for far too long. My hand being my only companion wasn't cutting it. I wanted more. I needed more.
The moment I reach an empty room, dimly lit with slow colour changes in hues of purple, red and orange, I lie down on the mattress that is spread on the floor, covered with pillows. There is barely any floor left to stand on, this room is decorated solely for the purpose of fulfilling bodily desires. Sex. Tissues, lube and condoms are placed on a small table in the corner.
Taehyung never left my side, acting more like a shadow than an actual person. He only followed behind and watched me closely. I could hear a few gasps escaping his mouth while we watched the foursome just minutes ago. I thought he might make a move after that, but he doesn't seem to want to join me anytime soon.
And now he is just idly standing at the doorway, coyly looking around the room, maybe in search of some distraction. He is a sight I'd never grow tired of, but he had gotten so passive, even inactive in any kind of sexual interaction, that it made me go insane with longing.
Well, bad luck for him now. A handsome stranger entered through the door and pushed past Taehyung, wristbands black and white. His body and face are kind of attractive, someone who might trigger my body's reactions, but he isn't Taehyung, so I won't get my hopes up too high. I eyed him up and down as I licked my lips, it sure is tempting when your desires haven't been fulfilled for a good while.
The moment he crawls over my body I take a glimpse at Tae as subtly as possible. I don't want to make it too obvious, that I'm more interested in him than in the stranger. But honestly it should be painfully obvious, I would have broken up with him already if that wasn't the case. My plan is to rile Taehyung up until he can't take it any more.
Letting someone else touch my body and kiss me is something I never wanted and most likely don't want to enjoy, but being watched by the one person I long for the most is definitely getting my every pore and muscle to react. The semi hard in my boxers turned full blown hard in less than a minute.
Taehyung is clearly not enjoying any moment of the stranger's hands, lips and tongue on my body. I know just how much he loved my muscles and in the past made sure to worship every spot of my skin.
The fingers of his right hand curled around his left wrist and his nails are digging deep into his flesh. There are definitely going to be marks after tonight. He is visibly distressed and doesn't feel any sort of sexual tension or arousal. Yet.
I, on the other hand, cannot say the same from what is happening with my body. As much as I hate being touched by someone else than my lover, I can't keep my mind from creating a different kind of scenario. The soft kisses the stranger places onto my skin feel hot and his tongue plays with my sensitives spots better than I want to admit. But what causes my body's reaction even more violently than I ever imagined are Tae's intense stare and the way his eyes wander over the given image in front of him.
Whatever he is seeing from his position makes him at least feel something. I can't help but moan as soon as my sensitive nipples are attacked with a firm and wet tongue flicking up and down and teeth nibbling on them. The feeling of finally being touched again is too overwhelming, even though it isn't Taehyung. I can't stop my hand from moving across the stranger's body.
My hands run over the firm thighs, towards the round ass cheeks, where I just have to take a handful and grope. The difference is evident, his cheeks just don't feel right. I know this isn't my love, but at this point I am kind of trying to give in to my lust, halfheartedly convincing to let myself go. The head resting on my chest, playing with my sensitive buds has long enough hair to take a fistful, something Tae always enjoyed while worshipping my body.
More moans left my throat and as I peek through my half-lidded eyes I notice Taehyung nibbling his lower lip nervously while his fingernails dig deeper into his skin. I close my eyes again, hoping he will take action or else I don't know how to stop my own lust and bodily desire from taking the stranger here and there. My hand slides into the man's boxers, fingers dangerously close to what I long for from my own partner, who, right now, is only staring at this point.
Taehyung's POV
Oh, how many times my own hands and mouth worshipped those toned abs and muscular pecs. How many times I ran my fingertips over those sensitive buttons, eliciting angelic hot moans from Jungkook's throat.
I know exactly what turns him on and how his arousal shows through the slightest signs. The denting of his delicious lower lip under his teeth, the flick of his tongue over the piercing or the poking of his inner cheek, each and every subtle move is a clear sign I just know too well.
The way his abs flex the moment he grinds his hips and slides his hard cock between my ass cheeks. The way his hands grip into the sheets with every kiss I place onto his sensitive milky skin. The slightest brush of my lips over his sweet spots would cause his body to involuntarily push against mine, making him submit to the touch, leaving him longing for more.
His hands always find a way into my hair, gripping fiercely, knowing so well how it turns me on. He loves the tease before taking over the reigns. He loves being pushed to his limits before showing off his dominance. And it isn't too far off until he is going to loose his senses and fuck the living hell out of that person, who clearly isn't me.
Third person
Jealousy is a dangerous emotion and it caused all sorts of scenarios in the older male's head. Each one worse than the next and the raging fire in his heart could only be kept in place if he let go of his concerns and finally submitted to his own longing and needs. He wanted Jungkook all to himself, sharing was never an option and this exact moment was proof of his scruple. He never wanted to be here in the first place.
His frozen mind and shaken body were pulled out of their trance as soon as his brain registered what was happening. The stranger's hands landed on the waistband of his lover's underwear. The moment he regained control over his own thoughts and actions he felt like a beast, claiming his lover back from the stranger's filthy claws, that were roaming over what is so obviously his.
He moved, not a hint of hesitation present in his cells, too focused on protecting what is his, on getting back what belongs to him. He lunged out to push off the greedy, filthy hands and grabbed a fistful of hair from the person sitting atop his one and only. His Jungkook.
"Back off!" His tone was as sharp as a knife, seemingly able to cut through flesh and bones. The dominance was evident and his eyes pierced through every pore of the man's skin, who could only raise his hands in defeat before retreating from the younger's muscled thighs, leaving the pair and fleeing the room. Not caring about any consequences his action might have triggered, Taehyung sat down, as if claiming his throne, straddling Jungkook's thighs like he owned them.
As soon as the threat was gone, he focused solely on the man, who held his body and soul captive. He knew he loved him with every ounce, every pore of his body, but the distance that grew between them was something he wasn't able to close on his own. Yet, tonight everything was going to be different.
After witnessing how someone else got Jungkook to react to what has always been his privilege, he would most definitely never ever, never again let anyone or anything come between them. Whoever tried to even lay a finger on what is his, as little as a strand of his hair, would have to get past him first. Not going to happen though. Never.
Taehyung moved his lush ass onto the younger's clothed erection, sinking into the feeling he had longed for so many times in the past months, but never gave into. They didn't engage in any sensual activities for far too long and seeing his own lover getting aroused by someone else's touch ticked him off.
Yet, his burning jealousy was not able to completely overshadow the immense hurt he felt while watching the scene unfold right before his eyes. His Jungkook lying beneath another person, looking at someone else with lust in his gaze shattered his heart more than he'd like to admit. Never again would he forgive himself if he let anyone else near his love, the love of his life. He wouldn't ever let go of what they had.
"I hope you had your fun, Kookie." His dark glassy eyes looked down, straight into the younger's. His stare felt hot, yet the hurt behind those chocolate orbs was ever so evident even in the slightest fraction.
Jungkook didn't move a muscle, too aroused and too keen on taking in what was going on. His mind right now was full of want, full of lust. His lecherous gaze flickered towards the door, moving between the retreating figure and Taehyung, who noticed the obvious movement of Jungkook's eyes. His fingers curled beneath the younger's chin, giving it a demanding flick. "Eyes on me, baby."
He lowered his head and body, claiming every spot from the pierced earlobes, to the sharp jawline along the neck, collarbones and down to the pointy nipples adorning the lush pectorals.
His lover's heavenly voice was like soothing music to his ears. Only for him to listen to, only for him to enjoy. This, he had to make clear, to anyone who dared to even try to enter the room, to anyone that approached the hungry lover. The glare in Taehyung's eyes was evident, each person that tried to enter the room was stopped by the entrance. His head snapped around to face each intruder, if it was possible, he'd kill them with his gaze alone.
After being interrupted in his actions for the fifth time, he jumped up, almost predatory, protecting his prey from any danger approaching. He closed the glass door. Whoever liked could observe, but that was it. No one was allowed to join him, not anymore. Never again.
As he turned, he let his tight boxers fall onto the ground, receiving hungry gazes, that travelled across every spot of his body. Keen eyes were watching, eating him from head to toe, from inside and outside of the room. The fire he felt was nothing short of burning, deep passion bubbling from his insides. He will claim him back, not caring about the strangers staring into his back. All focus was directed to Jungkook, only him. Him alone.
His eyes flickered onto every spot of soft red adorning his lover's body every few centimetres and it hurt his pride, his ego, most of all, his heart. Too many places have been touched by the random stranger.
Taehyung hated the idea of going to the swinger party from the moment Jungkook had mentioned it. He knew his heart wasn't going to take it well. Heck, he was jealous when people looked at Jungkook for longer than five seconds. But they had gotten to a point beyond normal repair. He slowly went down onto his knees, crawling over the aroused figure, who just lied there, ready to be taken, devoured.
The predatory look on Taehyung's face felt hot, the burning sensation of his stares left flames of passion dancing across the milky skin. The lush lips he longed for far too long left kisses all over his body and they felt like fire. As soon as fingertips pushed into soft flesh he could feel them sink in. The bruises they left on their path were tingling, scorching.
Jungkook closed his eyes, enjoying the fierceness, the way he was being claimed. He wanted Taehyung to take over, to prove he was still yearning for Jungkook, just as much as he did for him.
The hungry stares from outside of the room, beyond the glass were long forgotten. In this confined space only the two men existed. Taehyung hovered over the younger man, his fingers gently brushing over the sensitive inner thighs. Them not being marked by the stranger felt good to Taehyung.
He let his nails sink in before claiming the skin with his mouth, teeth grazing as he marked up what was his. His fingers moved along the firm muscles, pushing beneath the tight undergarment, which covered the last instance of skin, to touch what he hasn't felt in months.
One hand began gently caressing the well protected family jewels with light strokes, the other slid up the rock solid shaft. Just the feeling of those veins beneath his fingertips made his own cock twitch furiously and he couldn't control the low moan escaping his throat. His teeth grazed along the big bulge hidden beneath the fabric, nibbling through the cloth until he couldn't suppress it anymore.
God, how he loved the touch of it. The temperature and smoothness of its skin, the thickness, its length, how firm it felt, everything was fitting just perfectly. Tracing it with gentle fingertips he pushed the loose foreskin over the plump tip and back again, causing waves of excitement to ripple through Jungkook's spine.
A few teasing moments later, he retreated his hands and let them wander higher, fingers now latching onto the waistband for the next great reveal. The great reveal for the noisy onlookers that hungrily observed the two men in their tease. Taehyung pulled the fabric down, painfully slow, letting it tangle against the thick cock to pull it along until it sprung free and slapped back with its tip hitting against the soft expanse of the glorious V-line.
Soft gasps could be heard from behind the glass door, making Taehyung chuckle while he felt pride swelling in his chest. 'Yes, gawk all you want, but this fine piece of meat is mine and mine alone to devour.' Not wasting any more seconds playing around, he let his lips wrap around the thickness, giving satisfaction in a way only he could.
It never failed to amaze Jungkook how easy it is to give into the pleasure that is Taehyung. How much he yearned for those seductive lips wrapping firmly around his veiny and throbbing cock. The feeling of soft fingertips caressing his skin, applying just the perfect amount of pressure on every right spot, was addicting.
His own fingers brushed past the temple, the thumb gingerly stroking the flushed cheek as his hand made its way into the dark locks. With a grip, tight yet loving, he guided each move, each bop of the other's head, which gave him immeasurable pleasure.
Whenever a low rumble escaped Taehyung's throat, it vibrated along his whole length, causing waves of tightness to curse through to his pelvis, shooting all the way up his spine. The deeper his sensitive tip hit, the darker the growl erupting from the other. When you are so obviously made for each other, how is it humanly possible to refrain from touching, to ignore the longing, the intense pleasure you could get?
"Fuck, Tae. I want you so bad." He growled, his voice strained and raw, conveying his desire as if it wasn't already painfully obvious. His hips began rolling into the willing mouth that was still so deliciously wrapped around his length. The grip on his hair tightened almost painfully now, and Jungkook, not being able to stop himself, thrust up. His tip hit the back of Taehyung's throat with each push.
While his hips had developed a will of their own, his eyes were focused on the resulting sight. Taehyung's eyes rolled back until only the white was visible, before completely fluttering shut in ecstasy. It was obvious, how much he enjoyed being fucked into his mouth, just as much as Jungkook loved fucking into it. But as enticing as the image and feeling was, it wasn't enough. He wanted more. Taste more. Feel more. Take it all until he was really satisfied.
After one last thrust, his grip loosened and he pulled back, retreating completely out of the wet hot cavern, which felt so delicious around his shaft.
The foreplay finally reached its end, he had enjoyed enough beautiful teasing and Taehyung was grateful. The last few moves made him weak and his body nearly gave out from pleasure. His weakest point had always been and always will be, getting fucked into his mouth while being held in place and Jungkook knew this all to well.
Retreating from his lying position, the younger pulled and pushed Taehyung's body, positioning him in the right way, just so he would be rewarded with a beautifully arched back with his ass in the air.
Both knew what was coming for them as Jungkook leaned down, his pink tongue licking over his full lower lip and piercing, showing off his hotness for stranger's to witness tonight. His chiselled jaw flexed as the tension built inside of him, and, oh, the sight. The perfection spread in front of him that is called Taehyung. His Taehyung. The soft yet masculine frame is just perfectly positioned for him to devour.
Jungkook's strong muscled arms flex deliciously with every move placed over the slim figure, each push and swipe over the soft honeyed skin made the other male moan lowly into the cushions. His ass was high up in the air, now wriggling with need, tempting. As soon as he felt hot air fanning against his tightly clenched hole his breath hitched.
The wet muscle pushed into Taehyung's tight rim, causing shivers to flow through his body. The ripples that followed made him moan in his lowest voice, akin a growl and the sensation of his most sensitive spot being devoured made his heart race and mind explode. Being reminded of the keen and lecherous eyes watching the pair as his head and eyes rolled from pleasure, he could see them wanting to join and devour. They stood there, right behind only the thin, unlocked glass door, had him on edge.
The mere thought of being watched in this intimate and passionate exchange had him on the verge of bursting. His hot pulsing shaft was aching for release, but he knew the moment his lover would stop playing, he would get his fair share of pleasure. It has always been like that. Once playtime was over the real deal would blow his mind.
Jungkook felt like a hungry beast. He was now in control of the game and enjoyed every second of it. Instead of rushing for a quick fuck, which he would love to have just for the relief of his aching member, he would take his sweet time, just like he planned to. Finally, after so many months of being turned on, only to be turned down, he wouldn't just settle for a fast release. No. No. Not today, not him.
He will definitely take his sweet time and enjoy each and every second as if it's his last.
His tongue lapped against the entrance, wetting it in sloppy and long stripes, before pushing past the tight rim once more. Warm firm fingers kneaded the plush flesh on either side, holding the cheeks apart for him to reach deeper. The thick voice tickling his ears made his cock twitch between his thighs. It felt so close to bursting after Taehyung's lush lips and skillful tongue took him so good. Just remembering the earlier minutes made him close his eyes and moan deeply. The tickling sensation it caused made Taehyung flinch, wanting to escape, but the tight grip on his hips held him in place.
"Kook~ more." His breathy moans reflected on the cold wall he was facing. He pushed his body back, demanding more with actions. The wet muscle and firm grip on his cheeks left a feeling of emptiness and coldness behind, but he didn't need to wait for long when a weight push against his lower back. He laid down flat onto the mattress and buried his face into the cushions. The new hot sensation he felt resting on the groove of his ass burned his insides.
The hand reaching out above his head flicked a cap open and seconds later the contact with cold liquid along his valley made him flinch. Slowly and with soft pressure, Jungkook pushed his thick shaft along the slick crack, teasing and tempting the hole lurking beneath as he swirled his tip around the rim.
His lustful mind played scenes over and over. The thought of punishing his lover created a scenario that clouded his mind for a short moment. He shook off the idea of taking him without preparation, it would be too much. Even though the lone thought of giving the keen audience another reason to gasp was tempting. But pushing his fat cock into the unprepared little hole might be a little too much, as tempting as it was.
He lowered his body to kiss along the curve of Taehyung's spine. His love for the other won over his lecherous thoughts. The first finger circled along the rim, spreading the lubricant before pushing into the hot tightness.
Taehyung's body moved on its own, rocking against the single digit, immediately longing for more, hoping to feel it prodding against his bundle of nerves. Another finger was pushed in, stretching him wider. He knew this wasn't nearly enough for what was to, hopefully, fill him up completely moments later. Just the thought of it made him wail in anticipation. A loud gasp escaped his lips as the third finger was added.
The kisses along his spine turned into bites and nibbles at the nape of his neck, soft licks over the sensitive skin behind his earlobe and sucking and nibbling along his shoulder every now and then. Any spot Jungkook touched was sensitive and hot, leaving him a gasping and moaning mess.
The fingers that simultaneously hit the right nerves fucked him open, to loosen him up. Taehyung couldn't help the roll of his hips onto the fingers and against the mattress beneath. It was an instinctive reaction to rub his cock against anything, the need to create a pleasuring friction was too great to ignore, yet the immediate response made him suppress whatever his body was longing for. He knew if he continued he'd be fucked, and not in the positive fulfilling kind he was longing for.
"Don't you dare move again." The threat in his ear was something he knew all too well. When Jungkook began his part of the game, he demanded submission. Taehyung knew, yet it was always oh so hard to stifle the reflex of his body, the instinct of moving with the pleasure he was so ready to receive.
As Jungkook felt the other freeze, a chuckle escaped him. It was always so easy to tame Taehyung once he gained control. He moved his fingers again, painfully slow. He knew. He knew all too well what he was doing to his lover. Fucking him with his fingers had never been enough. He was on edge as soon as the third one entered, because normally, the sweet stretch of three fingers was enough preparation.
The agonizingly slow moves drove Taehyung crazier by each passing second. The tease was heavy and the growing need unbearable. "Kookie, please~" A chuckle tickled the skin on his side.
Jungkook busied his mouth with harsh and wet kisses on the tempting hot skin. "What? You leave me hanging for months and now you dare beg?" He mocked in a sharp whisper.
"Would begging have helped me convincing you?" He stopped his moves for a brief moment, thinking. "Tae, do you know how painful it was for me to not touch you? To not feel you?" His fingers moved again, slowly, stretching him more with each push, riling him up with each gentle stroke against his prostate. "Do you know just how much I long for your touch? Our sweet love?"
The teasing touches, the pause, the words, it all felt too much for Taehyung to process. Tears welled up in his big soft eyes as the words sank in. He knew that he was the one turning down Jungkook's each and every attempt at closeness. For months already.
He was the one who didn't find the right time, the lust, who had no more desire after a tiring day at work. Reality hits hard and even harder when your lover confronts you in such a way. The plain thought of Jungkook going to seek pleasure from anyone else other than him hurt his heart.
"I'm sorry." The mere whisper was choked up by his thick voice, accompanied by tears that were now cascading down his cheeks and soaked up by the cushion.
"Turn around." Jungkook commanded in a soft tone directly into his ear. As soon as Jungkook saw the hurt on Taehyung's beautiful face his own heart ached. He didn't want him to cry, but he wanted him to understand how he felt. "I love you, Tae." Gentle kisses, soft as a feather flew over every spot each tear touched. "I love you so much, I don't want us to drift apart any longer."
Tenderly, his fingers traced the beautiful outline of his lover's face, brushing the dark locks away to tuck them behind his ear, swiftly sliding over the shell of his ear, then along the jawline.
"I love you too, Kookie. I'm so sorry." His big almond shaped eyes were filling further with tears, that fell with each blink. "Please don't leave me." His lower lip jutted out, wobbling with every word leaving him in a whimpering heavy voice.
"I won't." Jungkook cupped his boyfriend's face gently, holding the jaw and placing the most loving kiss onto the adorable pouty lips. It was slow, sweet and tender, no lust, no sexual desire present.
The feeling took Taehyung back to the beginning, their first kiss full of sweet love. The first real kiss after their heated first dates, the ones where they couldn't keep to themselves and fucked like crazy any given opportunity.
The kiss after their laughter filled weeks of getting to know and love each other more and more. The one kiss that made his heart flutter, because it escalated in sweetness and tenderness with each syllable that left Jungkook's lips. The sentence that, when standing alone wasn't able to convey the feelings properly. It was always accompanied by touches, gazes, kisses, sweet love making.
"Come on, let's go home." The younger pulled Taehyung into a warm embrace, cradling the crying man against his chest, guarding his cries from prying onlookers. They had seen enough. The rest will continue at home, in their safe space, where they live together.
After gathering their underwear from the floor, he helped Taehyung to get dressed and pulled the wristbands off. He didn't want anyone approaching them on their way out. They had had enough.
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Jungkook gently pulled Taehyung into their living space, fingers intertwined in a loose yet tender grip. A shy smile danced on Taehyung's lips as he followed behind. His tears had finally dried when they left the swinger party and on their way home his heart fluttered as he anticipated the rekindling of their relationship.
His face was cast down to the floor, with a coy bite onto his lush lower lip, he lifted his gaze, the look in his eyes was soft and diffident. Jungkook stopped halfway into the bedroom to turn around, waiting for the love of his life to join him. He drew closer in subtle and precarious steps.
Once their foreheads touched, their gazes spoke of the many memories the both of them appreciated over the decade they've been together. The soft grip on Taehyung's jaw provoked his submission into the touch, his lips parted subconsciously as his eyes fluttered shut and he leaned into the hand. Actions always spoke louder than words and their year-long connection showed how good they knew each other.
Their breaths mingled when Jungkook drew closer. No words needed, no push, no pull. Just eyes and feelings. They let their feelings guide them, the distance closed and lips crashed onto lips. The sweet taste of Taehyung was addicting, the spell he cast on the younger nothing short of magical. He knew this person was his one and only, he never wanted anyone else.
Hands flew along hot curves and the clothes spread out around them as if there was not enough time left to taste, touch, feel the other. The last pieces of cloth fell to the floor and as if this was the first time, Jungkook withdrew from their passionate kisses to take in the perfection that screamed Taehyung.
"You are so divine, Tae. I wish you would love me again." With a soft tug on their intertwined fingers, they moved towards the bed, slowly, gently, Jungkook first, Taehyung following. A bit of shyness tinted Taehyung's cheeks as he pushed Jungkook the last few steps, who crashed onto the mattress, turning mid fall, looking surprised. When Taehyung straddled him, a gasp escaped his throat.
"Kookie, I never stopped loving you." The whisper fell onto his lips before a soft tongue licked over his piercing and provoked him into tender kisses. His hips gyrated on Jungkook's, evoking low grunts of pleasure. He grabbed behind him and in one fluid motion he aligned himself with the throbbing hardness and took in the feeling of being filled up for the first time in months.
Low moans rose from his throat and he pushed and pushed, slowly but surely, until Jungkook was inside, balls deep. Leaning with his hands onto the solid chest for support, his head lolled back. To get himself accustomed, he rolled his hips at a gentle pace. No rush. No urge. They had all the time they needed, wanted.
Jungkook's hands found themselves on Taehyung's thighs, slowly brushing over the firm muscles until he reached the plush cheeks. He felt like floating at the feeling of Taehyung wrapped tightly around him, the pace just perfect for their first time. Their first time after slowly drifting apart and getting together again, reconnecting emotionally.
Jungkook never wanted to leave, never wanted to drift apart. But the other was unconsciously building walls around himself. And it wasn't as though he didn't try.
He had planned and invited him to many, many different dates, but they lessened over time and at one point stopped completely. Each attempt, be it a lovely bathtub date, picnic, dinner, movie night, short trip, just literally anything, was denied. After trying for months he gave up.
Without having any energy left to pursue, to push, just to gain nothing, he plainly gave up. That was until his best friend came up with the idea of attending a swinger party. 'Get him riled up.' 'Get him on the edge.' 'Get him really jealous.'
It took him a few weeks to process and accept the idea. Thoughts of what ifs flooded his mind and he stumbled over his own emotions. What if Taehyung actually enjoyed it? What if he was the one getting jealous, riled up, on edge? What would he do then? He was scared.
The tweak at his nipples pulled him back into the moment. The moment he longed for more than anything. To feel, to touch, to taste, to indulge into the feeling that was Taehyung. He looked up with nothing but love and raised his hand to cup the soft cheek of the panting mess above him. "I love you." He whispered again. "Marry me, Tae."
Suddenly, time stood still for a moment. Taehyung gasped. He froze in his moves, not believing what he had just heard. He beat himself up for weeks and thought Jungkook was tired of him. After his suggestion to visit the swinger party he was so sure everything was going to end tonight.
Tears welled in his eyes again, flowing gently down his face and dripping from his chin. Jungkook pushed himself up, gently cupped Taehyung's jaw and kissed the tears away. "Tae?" Taehyung blinked furiously. He tried to blink the tears away, but they just kept falling.
His heart rate accelerated and he blushed. For the first time in months he felt the heat rise up his face. "Are you sure?" He gulped. 'What a stupid answer, Kim Taehyung.' He internally rolled his eyes at his stupid remark, just to correct with a gleeful expression in his face. "I mean, yes! Yes!" He hugged Jungkook, arms wrapping around the neck, pulling him closer. He nuzzled his face into the black hair, while the other nestled his nose into the crook of his neck. Pure bliss. Nothing could describe this happy moment.
Without a warning Taehyung fell, back first, into the mattress with Jungkook hovering right above his gleaming face. "I love you so, so much, Tae." He kissed him gently as he brushed his fingers along the beautiful features of his face. "I love you too, Kookie."
The sad tears were now only remnants of soft trails on his cheeks and vanished with the crinkles of the most adoring smile. After breaking their intense eye contact and exchanging sweet and tender kisses, Jungkook picked up where they had left at moments earlier.
He positioned himself between Taehyung's thighs, before he slowly re-entered him. The sight in front couldn't make his heart flutter any more, because right now his lover's face looked the happiest he had ever seen him. The glassy eyes with soft wrinkles adorning their sides were accompanied by the most precious smile spread across the lush lips he could kiss for many more years to come.
Jungkook was equally happy, for sure. If he could see his own face right now he'd be greeted by his own glassy doe eyes, big and round with tears pooling around the edges. The small wrinkles and dimples around his twitching mouth softened his features significantly.
Their intense eye contact broke the moment he bottomed out and Taehyung's eyes fluttered shut in the fulfilling sensation. His face drew closer to the long slender neck that lay bare and open beneath him. As he grazed the delicious skin with his teeth, he thrust in a comfortable pace, licking and nibbling along a path of sensitive spots.
The pleasurable moans and groans guided his moves to find a rhythm for the both of them. Rocking his hips back and forth, he felt Taehyung tense around his length with each kiss and suck on his skin. The slender legs snaked around his waist and hips, pulling him in for a deeper contact. Deinty and delicate fingers weaved into his black hair and accompanied him as he travelled along the delicious neck.
When he grinded deeper into the tightness, he felt his own cock twitch at the feeling surrounding him. The clenching intensified with each time he pushed deep inside and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. "I'm going to come soon, Tae." His breath, hot and feathery on the other's skin, tickled and Taehyung felt goosebumps form. "Mmh~ faster please, I want to come together."
Jungkook aligned his body to gain more speed and depth and began thrusting harsher, deeper and faster, bringing Taehyung to the verge of release. He felt his own climax nearing with each plunge, but restrained it with utmost effort, until, without much of a warning, Taehyung melted into the mattress for a slight moment, before his whole body tensed up deliciously, clenching around Jungkook and digging his nails into his back and neck.
The intensity of the moment hit him even harder after months of abstinence and he came deep into his lover's tight and tense walls. Groaning and gasping into the crook of Taehyung's neck, he collapsed and gave into the lightheadedness and blissful sensation.
Their long lasting moment of euphoria was broken by the delightful giggles submerging from beneath Jungkook. "We're really getting married?" The youthful tone was coated in smiles and happiness, that made Jungkook's insides dance. He needed to see Taehyung's face, so he pushed his heavy body up and was rewarded with the happiest he had ever seen him.
His heart fluttered and he kissed the soft cheeks before getting up, leaving him a bit cold and butt naked on the bed. "Kook?" Taehyung pushed his upper body up to support himself with his elbows, watching his lover's sculpted body vanish into the living room, only to return seconds later with a small velvety box in his hands.
Jungkook fell to his knees in front of Taehyung and pulled him up to sit on the bed's edge by his hands. He let his lips trail from the left palm up towards the scratch marks the older had dug into his arm that evening, kissing gently as if to erase them with all his love.
"If you want, I will gladly spend the rest of my life with you, Tae." Giggling and blushing, the other nodded in return, before shaking his head with a bright smile. "I'd love to, you idiot."
At that, Jungkook lifted his head in surprise, cocking an eyebrow as he saw the gesture. "What?"
"Nothing, you just made our moment the most memorable, you know? You and me, covered in cum, sweaty and spent. Can't wait to tell our family and friends of this magical moment."
A deep red blush crept up Jungkook's cheeks and ears. Well, he didn't think about anything else than their future together and getting them out of their lover's slump.