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The air is stuffy and the lights in the corner of the bathroom keep flickering. The music is booming through the walls and every time the door opens the sound leaks in louder. People go in and out of the stalls, the sound of running water, hand drying stations working non stop, since Saturday is the busiest day for the club.
There is one stall at the end of the row that’s been occupied for quite some time.
The door opens again, the sound getting louder, but the two men who were conversing leave, and the bathroom is finally empty.
A low moan echoes through the now empty space, and it’s loud enough to break through the sound of the music from outside.
“Shhhh,” the stranger says, and Jungkook bites his lip, trying to contain himself. A task he finds impossible when the stranger is on him like that. Big hands are squeezing his waist, his body pulled flush against the man’s while the stranger works on his neck tirelessly, kissing, licking and tasting every inch, nipping at the skin playfully.
“Mm-ah,” another little moan comes out while Jungkook’s hands grip on the back of the man’s shirt, pulling, in an effort to keep himself up.
“God, the sounds you make,” the man drawls, his dark eyes hooded.
Jungkook chuckles, his own eyes scanning the man’s face. He is happy with himself for doing so well tonight, managing to land such a gorgeous guy. He probably locked down the most good looking man in the club, if not in the city. When he heard his colleagues whisper about this club, he never thought he could find such a catch here. A sense of pride over his achievement settles in his chest while his hips buck up against the man’s, his back arching, pressing against the wall of the little stall.
The moment their cocks grind against each other the man sucks in a breath, pulling off Jungkook for a bit to look into his eyes.
“Get back to work?!” Jungkook demands and he loves how the man nods eagerly and falls on him, his lips back on his neck.
Warm tongue against his sweaty skin, moving up and down, licking long stripes while lips close slowly to leave little sucks here and there. It feels good. It feels so good and Jungkook wants more so he asks for it.
“More.”
His hands glide down the man’s ass, grabbing and pulling on him like he wants the stranger to climb him.
“More,” he repeats, his tone firm.
Judging by the short breath fanning against his skin, the man knows what Jungkook wants so why isn’t he giving it to him and he just keeps kissing his neck?
“Hey, guy?” his words mix with a gasp as the man’s teeth clamp a little harder on his skin.
“Taehyung,” the man murmurs while he pulls on the neck of Jungkook’s t-shirt to reveal more of his supple skin.
“Ha?”
“My name is Taehyung,” he breathes and his nose brushes against the slope where Jungkook’s neck melts into his shoulder. “Fuck, you smell so good.”
Jungkook lets out a sigh. “Thanks but how about you stop that and fuck me already? You had enough of my neck.” Panting and impatient Jungkook hooks a leg around the man’s waist. “Come on, buddy. Let’s do this.”
With a jerk of his hips both his legs wrap around the stranger’s body, hard cocks pressing together, making them both moan.
“God..” the man whispers breathless, his hands eagerly grabbing Jungkook’s thighs and squeezing, the grip bruising. “You are driving me insane.” He goes back on Jungkook's neck, licking and nipping.
Jungkook fists the back of the man’s shirt, eyebrows furrowing in confusion while a little whine that shows his frustration comes out.
“Apparently, I’m not making you insane enough since your cock is still not up my ass,” he groans, not in the mood to play along whatever slow burn scenario the man has in mind.
“So impatient..” Taehyung’s lips get back to work, running over the same area, pressing kisses and rubbing against the warmth. “Ah,” he pants, his body pressing Jungkook hard against the wall.
“Hey!” Jungkook gasps. “I can’t breathe,” he mumbles but Taehyung seems to ignore him and only presses harder while he keeps running his nose and lips over the same spot again and again.
“Enough of this. Do you have a kink or something?” Jungkook’s short breath falls against Taehyung’s neck and the man hums.
“You are so pretty, so gorgeous,” he mutters to himself. “But I have to go even though I don’t want to leave you.”
“What?! You have to go?” Jungkook tries to push him away but he fails. “I thought we were going to have sex?”
Another kiss is pressed on Jungkook’s shoulder while Taehyung shakes his head. “It’s not a good idea. Not today.”
“Then why am I losing my time with you?” with a click of his tongue Jungkook lets his legs fall and tries to push him away again but the man doesn’t budge. “Get off.”
Getting a moment of clarity, Taehyung pulls back slightly, his eyes searching Jungkook’s face.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, leaning in for a kiss but Jungkook’s hands stop him.
“No kissing,” he says firmly, gaze boring into Taehyung’s.
When Jungkook was moving on the dance floor and was looking for his next ‘victim’ he was hoping for something more than a simple neck sucking in a bathroom stall. And when he locked in on Taehyung, he was definitely expecting something more than having his neck and shoulder kissed a thousand times. The man looked like he could rock his world and that’s exactly what he wanted for the night; to get his world, rocked, fucked and sucked until he couldn’t walk back home.
Giving a second look at Taehyung’s face, he cups his cheek, thumb running over the smoothness of his skin. “Such a pretty face. What a waste..” he shakes his head.
While the words register, Taehyung’s face changes, a scowl forming slowly. “A waste?”
“Look, man. We want different things. I want someone to break me in half and you want to leave. This obviously can’t happen.”
With what Jungkook thought to be a great line, he is ready to leave but Taehyung stops him by caging him against the wall.
“What are you doing?”
“Are you going to find someone else for tonight?”
Jungkook scoffs, the question sounding impossible to his ears. “Not that it’s any of your business but yes. Of course I will. What did you think?”
Confusion floods Taehyung’s glazed-over eyes. “No.”
“Excuse me, guy ?! What the fuck do you mean ‘no’?” The man’s audacity has irritation bubbling in Jungkook’s chest.
“Let’s do this another night.”
“What makes you think I’ll wait for you?” Jungkook wants to laugh at Taehyung’s absurd demand.
“But I want you. All to myself. I want you to be mine.”
“Fuck you, guy. I’m nobody’s but my own.”
“Taehyung, my name is Taehyung,” the man repeats, voice low and raspy.
“I don’t care what your name is. I want you off of me. There is nothing else to say.”
Taehyung’s eyes look around frantically like he is looking for a solution. He finally lets out a sigh. “Okay,” he nods. “But can I give you one last kiss?”
“No? I said no kissing.”
“On your neck.. Please?”
Since he is not getting what he wants, Jungkook isn't really in the mood to indulge Taehyung and grant him any favors but he also has a certain weakness for drop dead gorgeous men. He clicks his tongue, deciding it’s okay to have Taehyung’s lips on him one last time.. Besides, the desperation on his face is nothing but a boost to his confidence.
“Whatever.” He finally rolls his eyes. “Get on with it.”
Jungkook tilts his head, giving Taehyung space to work with. He should be awarded for his patience tonight. The next guy better be down for it because he had enough.
“You are so pretty. Pretty baby. Your scent is.. god...” Sentence after sentence, kisses and licks are pressed on Jungkook’s neck and shoulder. “I can’t have anybody getting close to you. Not until I see you again.”
“What? Hey, what—AH!”
Shearing pain runs through Jungkook’s body while Taehyung’s teeth sink into his shoulder.
“Get off me!” He pushes Taehyung with all his force, causing him to fall against the door, forcing it to open.
The man wipes his mouth while giving a dark chuckle. Running to the mirror to examine his neck Jungkook gasps at the drops of blood that trickle down, seeping into his white T-shirt.
“What is wrong with you?! Are you crazy?!” he shouts at Taehyung who looks at him, a devilish smirk on his lips.
“Relax, I didn’t mate you. Just a little marking so the others know who you belong to.”
Jungkook gapes in shock and awe at the man’s craziness. This guy is out of his mind and Jungkook makes a mental note to never set foot in this club again.
“You are out of your mind, aren’t you? You ruined my T-shirt!” Jungkook whines while he washes the spot, grabbing a few tissues and pressing down on the wound. “I can’t believe you bit me. You actually bit me. What is wrong with you? Are you crazy? I got bitten! What the actual fuck is wrong with people?” Jungkook thinks out loud, trying to realise what happened.
“You are making it a bigger deal than it should be,” Taehyung chuckles while he comes behind him. “Here,” he mumbles next to Jungkook’s ear before he shoves his hand in the right back pocket of Jungkook’s jeans and fishes out his phone. “Unlock it.”
“You are not serious. In what universe do you think I would want to see you again after what you did?”
“I said unlock it,” Taehyung’s authoritative tone is enough to do the trick and with a roll of his eyes Jungkook does as he is instructed.
“Good boy.”
“Fuck you.”
Unable to hold it back, Taehyung laughs. “Here. That’s my number. I’ll pay for dry cleaners and I’ll buy you five new T-shirts.” He puts his number in Jungkook’s phone and once he is done, he drops it back into Jungkook’s pocket. “Call me and maybe I’ll come over and kiss it better,” he rasps, his nose brushing against Jungkook’s ear. “See you.”
Before he leaves, he lands a kiss on Jungkook’s temple and gives him a wink through the mirror.
The music echoes loudly when Taehyung exits the bathroom. Jungkook, awestruck and utterly shocked at the man’s actions, sits there for the next five minutes before he decides it’s time to go home. His mood ruined, he had enough weirdness for one night.