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Miraculous.

That's how Jeongguk felt with every spending second with Taehyung.

Taehyung's touch, orchid soft, fingertips caressing slow, rhythmic pulses. A tapestry of kisses and bites, sewn across Jeongguk's fabric of paleness. Goosebumps forming under every caress, breathing uneven.

Honeysuckle lips tasting another pair of cherry petal-like ones, sweet and addictive.

Skin sliding against skin and sounds of wetness that had Jeongguk losing his anchor to reality. Hips pressing against each other in a sympatric ardor.

No words uttered between the two. It's needless. As if they had known each other for a lifetime. Capable of giving one another what they need. They do communicate. In a wordless language. Only music. The music of lust.

Lost.

In a frenzy of finding satisfaction. Then being overflowed by it.

Bed screeching. Bodies in sync.

Thrust. Squelch.

For Hours.

Sin on repeat

Drunk on lust.

Taehyung's smoldering auburn eyes afire. Hands gripping, pushing, holding the boy beneath. Traumatizing him. Lips meeting irritated skin seeking distraction, a silent lullaby to lead Jeongguk through a storm of pleasure.

Running hand in hand through the highway of pleasure to the heavens.

Small hands gripping the sheets. Eyes forced shut. Bodies becoming one. Skin afire. Burning the both of them.

Waves of rising momentum crashing down on them, escalating past fears unfounded.

Ecstatic release. At once. Together.

Two bodies. Shared souls.

Bodies naked and glistening. Trembling from aftershocks.

Indescribable feelings.

Eyes wide open. Feeling the reality float back.

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A cool cloth pressed against Jeongguk's abdomen and thighs. Taehyung was treating him like expensive china. The bubble of joy in his chest was only getting bigger.

Taehyung eyed the boy sprawled on his bed. Beautifully naked. Beautifully destroyed and spent. Big doe eyes were staring back at him. Taehyung wordlessly smiled, and continued taking care of Jeongguk.

Jeongguk watched as Taehyung got up and went to the bathroom to return the towel there. Then came back and kissed Jeongguk.

He sighed against Taehyung's lips. Those beautiful plump lips gnawing Jeongguk's ever so lovingly. So graceful. Perfect.

Taehyung kissed the marks he had made on Jeongguk's skin. The irritated redness of his skin that's going to last at least a few days. He licked them, sucked again where his teeth had made a bigger mark on his collarbones. It had Jeongguk trembling.

Taehyung looked proud of his work on Jeongguk's body. Taehyung, after all, was an artist. He treated Jeongguk's body like he was treating a canvas. Gentle and careful. Concentration fixated on painting his body. The only difference was that instead of a paintbrush he used his mouth and fingers. And the final result would be ejaculation.

"Come here"

Jeongguk did. Cuddled his body against Taehyung's as Taehyung covered them in sheets.

Taehyung placed a butterfly kiss on Jeongguk's forehead. It had Jeongguk's heart fluttering.

There was nothing to be said.

No I love yous.

Because they didn't.

It had been one month and a half since they first had sex. Since the first time Jeongguk visited Taehyung in his house, they had been meeting for a fuck date on every weekend. Every Friday Jeongguk went to Taehyung's and he'd stay the night. And come back in the evening and leave on Sunday.

Jeongguk liked it that way. It was a good way to stay away from his house, where he knew he wasn't accepted for who he really is.

Every night, every second spent together, Jeongguk felt so happy. Like in front of Taehyung, he could be who he really is. Besides having sex that was indescribably satisfactory, they talked. A lot. They would almost be friends or something by now if they were able to.

Taehyung told him about how he felt when his parents had Beomgyu and thought that his parents wouldn't care for him anymore. And that he cried that he didn't want a smaller brother.

Jeongguk shared his embarrassing stories about his high school. He even told about how no one except Yoongi and some of his other friends only knew that he was gay. Taehyung said, that he didn't know at all, until he figured it at that meeting. That, even though they went to the same school, he never even doubted that he was gay. I mean Jeongguk was one of the jocks in the football team. Who would've guessed he's a little twink?

Then Taehyung told him that literally everyone knew that he was bisexual. Apparently Jeongguk did too.

They got to know each other a lot. They mainly avoided talking about their families for obvious reasons.

Now Jeongguk watched as his enemy slept, peacefully, while having his arms wrapped around the smaller boy. Taehyung had buried his head in Jeongguk's neck. Jeongguk inhaled the sweet scent of Taehyung: vanilla, perfume and sex.

Taehyung was a drug. And Jeongguk happily let it ruin him.

The side glances in public, feathery touches hid from the world, sneaking out in weekends. Jeongguk was riding an audacious high. He felt rebellious. They were rebels. It was them against the world.

It made Jeongguk exited. The whole screw the rules thing. It was a new kind of exhilaration.

But at the end of the day the ultimate realization of the craving for Taehyung wasn't merely lust, crashed down on him like a thousand bricks.

It was too obvious. He had tried to deny it, the first few weeks. But it's just too obvious. The need to prove himself. The need to pleasure him. To please him with the simplest action.

The way he felt nervous around him sometimes but how he could've also trusted this man with all his darkest secrets.

The way he'd crave for Taehyung's attention anytime they were together, regardless of time and place.

The way Taehyung's laugh made butterflies erupt inside his stomach. The need to hear that beautiful sound over and over again. The way his subconscious was always whispering Taehyung no matter how busy he was with work.

The way he looked forward to not only sex but to the long talks in the kitchen table. Or on the sofa, on Taehyung's lap. That wasn't lust.

If it was only lust, Jeongguk would be leaving Taehyung after what they promised each other was fulfilled. But no. He stayed the night. They didn't even fuck in the morning sometimes. But Jeongguk stayed nevertheless.

It was blindly obvious.

Jeongguk liked Taehyung.

And the major euphoria Jeongguk came across was that he might as well be in love.

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So I'm doing another Taekook book. It's gonna have lots of smut and some triggering themes like bdsm and angst uwu. Also fluff. Check it out if you'd like💓Cover done by: @wiowazulxx

Ily,Sara💜