— taekook 〉

@✘ᵇ taehyung☀k。 Perhaps he was abuse seeker, a part masochist and a part sadist- but he had already embraced the rough behavior he preferred- and maybe that was why their souls twisted so intimately in a way where the knot was so harshly tied not a man could stick a finger in between.

It was easy, Jungkook was burning under his touch; indeed the most glorious pain he had ever received.

Taehyung's sweet lust never held him pure, it easily allowed him to fall into the arms of the desires, the only temptation that dirtified him. It was not easy for him to acknowledge how much of a slave he was for the male's lust. his body arched, barely noticing the shake of hard wooden table beneath his trembling body as his glossy eyes watched Taehyung spread his body open in the way he sees as perfection. his eyes watched as those chunky lips spoke of sin and took a hold of the glistening tip of his shaft and oh he shivered, a shiver wrecking through his mind like a heavy, tidal wave of hot, burning lava slamming into him with pleasure. he could right there and then, free the ropes of hot down the male's throat but no, he wanted more, his mind sought after everything Taehyung offered egotistically.

Taehyung was beautiful, hollowed cheeks with the light flush of arousal, eyes holding the hunger of the angry wolf in the red moon of the night and he was the lucifer indeed, raising hell inside Jungkook and throwing him into the subspace easily.

"n-no hyung more more please"

He was whinning, not liking the sudden fresh cold air that engulfed his heated shaft bouncing against his tummy. his lips held a simple aggressive drop of blood from how hard he had sunk his teeth into it, his legs trembling as he was pulled up, figure easily laying in the hard, broad chest of his lover, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders as fat frustrated tears gathered in the corner of his eyes, refusing to fall just yet. his glare was weak amidst of the pleasure- all he wanted was to be spread open with the thick shaft, one he always eyed. he knew he was being a little brat, but he couldn't help it.

"b-But i-ive been good, ive been s-so good hyung"

No, his head was shaking from side to side aggressively, he did not want to disappoint him, he wanted to pleasure him till nothing but raw satisfaction settled on the beautiful expression on his face. and oh the choices once more. as much as he wanted his taken raw to feel every inch of him tugging on his tight tunnel, he loved the idea of showing who he belonged to, who could throw him down and use him in anyway he desired. only one man could do this, one man who held the power over him at any given time. his hips rutted against taehyung's brushing against his thighs in a demand for affection uncaring for the drool on the corner of his lips. his flinched from the touch, yet it was not sore enough. he had to be a good pup for his hyung, he had to please him, he wanted to feel him.

So the order was taken, his weak legs and body leaving taehyung's trembling and holding the body that disliked the coolness and the lack of 'him' all over himself. the confusion was clear and it took just a minute longer to find the livingroom but as he went, the last pieces of clothing that dared to remain on him fell on the floor, light tugs leaving a trail for Taehyung to follow. he was embarrassed, shy, conflicted and so much more but as he allowed his knees to sink in the softness of the couch; his torso was already sliding against the fabric, his body flinching as the overly sensitive pink nubs rubbed against the couch, his thighs spread open, hands coming into an awkward position to spread his cheeks apart. shuddering; the pink hole was begging to be filled and as shameless as always, he allowed his finger to press against the tight ring of muscle, rough pads rolling and caressing his own entrance.

After all, his Hyung didn't say anything against that.

[ HAD FIX THAT AWFUL MISTAKE OMFG ]

@ᵃ jungkook☪j。 It's as this Taehyung allows his pride to bleed. His eyes skirt a path that trails a ruthless venture over his beloved's trembling form. Flesh a glistering pearl sown of flushed undertones, but Jungkook wears it all as beautifully as the rosary beads of sweat that cling to his collarbone. From this angle, Taehyung garners the perfect view of the patchwork crimson arching into his mate's tender column, his signature perfected only by the boy's own incurable beauty. He's gorgeous like this. Absolutely magnificent even in the throes of unremittingly carnal sin... It's why he can't find himself to quite abide to those desires, even at the bidding of those precious pouty lips. He can't fight the urge to tease the other breathless, taunt the freshets of tears that poise so temptingly at the wake of Jungkook's eyelashes.

Surely, if Jeon Jungkook were sin incarnate, that could only liken Taehyung to Lucifer.

"Well put, my love. You've been so good for me," he admits with ease, tracking butterfly kisses down the boy's twitching shaft. As the first bead of pre- billows over Jungkook's bulbous tip, the elder's quick to swipe it up with a lap of his tongue. Such a naughty little thing... as eager and impatient as Taehyung adores of him. His hands slither beneath those sculpted thighs to drag him closer, erecting each one in his grip to keep his squirming fiance at bay. Only when he's certain he's managed his hold, does he allow his gaze to meet swivel towards the other's. Lifting Jungkook's hips to put the angle at ease, he descends with parted lips and slowly, smoothly overtakes the delicacy offered to him. Cheeks bulging, he flattens his tongue to slide Jungkook's further into his waiting cavern--- flinching only when the head caresses the back of his throat.

A single breath--- staggering and heated--- before he pops off, lingering at the tip to lave his tongue against the slit. "Not so sure you're ready yet. Good things come FOR good boys who wait..." He's ever so tempted to him off right then and there--- to hold Jungkook down and lap at his balls until the table gave way to the boy's violent thrashing. He wanted... a lot of things, really... But more than anything, he wanted to please his mate, and he figured he wouldn't appreciate merely being a bystander in all of this.

With more effort than Taehyung would like to admit to, he pulls back and brings himself to his feet. It pains him all the more to usher Jungkook up, but with the crook of his finger, he recedes just a step. "Come, pup. Lemme see just how good you are..." He takes his lover's hand--- severing the 'image' for just a hair of a second to be the gentleman and ease his boy gently to stand--- and guides him forward.

"Follow my words to the letter, baby. You don't want to disappoint me, do you?" Hands slick against the other's curvesome waist, he draws Jungkook forward until the latter's ear is once again at the mercy of that lecherous mouth.

"Living room. Now. I want you waiting on the couch--- clothes off, up. Do anymore or any less than that and I'll spank you on the balcony so the rest of the pack can see what happens to bad pups." One last searing peck to company the warning he imprints with those groping fingertips.

"Understood?"

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@✔ ᵇ taehyung☀k。ᴴ Taehyung does not realize the damage he had done to him, cause all he releases is cry of sadness from the abrupt stop of the ticklish pleasure building bricks of the high towards the skies of his lust filled mind. blameworthy little muscle of Kim Taehyung had somehow wrapped his soul around the male's pinky, ready to take in the demands and offers without a second of hesitance or a simple questioning. perhaps the shiny wetness gripping on the edges of his long lashes was enough of a proof of how ing wrecked he was, and the game had only began.


"h-hyung no why--ah"


And then comes the engulfing scent of his mate's nature, wrapping him up in a embrace with scent of the grass after rain, absolute tranquility amidst the hell he had raised inside Jungkook's body, flames burning across the expanse of skin that hungered for the taste of the lips that had the intimacy of his concealed areas. his whispers. words dripping with ache and-- god, it makes him feel so wanted that his heart refuses to slow down the race of blood inside the beating muscle.


"y-you i need you, please, please"

There is no specification on the small detail his trembling rosy lips offer, but words within his mind are not coherent enough. his body turns towards Taehyung easily, fingers holding memories of Taehyung's skin on its tips as they take another grip onto the broad shoulder. his body accepts every movement, becoming the piece of puzzle he needs. his throb inside his pants, precum shamelessly oozing out of the tip to coat the crown and stain the covers stealing away the freedom and the attention the large shaft desperately needs. if this is his way of showing around the house to him; the only thing he would be learning is the streets he builds with each touch. his figure wraps around taehyung's, body once more carried, but those nasty lips do their fine job in intensifying his emotions, building up a sob in the depth of his throat that holds a twist with pleasure, ready to burst out and let more tears bloom, but its not there yet, he had not lost all of his control just yet. he uses the chance, his own pouty lips attaching to the sharp caramel colored skin of his jaw, only managing to get one of the taste of his sweet skin before his body's sprawled upon yet another surface. he does feel like a meal this time.


'kitten', when has his wolf bowed his head down; he does not remember, all he knows is that he disliked the cold air hitting against his shuddering entrance soaked with his mate's saliva, and he knows he wants to be filled with his warmth, coating and painting him-- using him in the way he desires. too much of a sadist at times perhaps, but that was just another connecting point between them.

His hips lifts up, soft, untouched skin with sharp hipbones revealed with the exit of the fabric from their stage. flushed springs out of its confines, slapping up towards his stomach- and he almost wants to blush and hide for how willingly he spread his legs to silently grant his everything to him. How dare he sit there, looking as attractive as the first rays of sunlight peeking through the thin layer of the curtains, and how dare he kiss the large crown of his arousal, causing a twitch with a soft arch off the surface beneath. oh how much his inner alpha wants to growl at him for being this way, but his selfish desires with Kim Taehyung wins over the whole world.

"H-Hyung kitten needs-- he n-needs you....inside, in me"

@✔ ᵃ jungkook☪j。ᴴ The object of his utmost affection tastes of musk and brine, a hallowed savor that embellishes itself across his tongue and piques that dormant arousal. The addict within him that only emerges for the sake of his love's delicate moans, those lingering touches... For the slide of his palms against the backs of Jungkook's sinewy thighs. For the gyration of hips to pivot the delectable treat he devours even further against his lips. He holds so fast to Jungkook that he's certain he'll not leave from this without Taehyung's fingerprints tattooed into his sin. But then he hears it...

That one 'trigger' word that rings out against the rest.

Breathless and throaty amidst Jungkook's cherubic voice. All at once, his mate succumbs in his mind to something frail, beautiful... untouchable. The one word Taehyung can't even argue that titillates him faster than anything else. And on the lips of his perfect, little mate, it's a steel-cased bullet in the barrel of a revolver... And Jungkook just pulled the trigger.

He pauses then, a moment swaddling the downbeat of his stilled lips. He can make out the pounding of his heart in his ears, of Jungkook's delicate panting breaths. It takes only a second more to arouse the strength to stand to his feet, catching a glimpse of the other's utterly debauched form in his reflection. To think--- no--- to KNOW that he'd done that to the usually pinched and starched grace of his mate, just... destroys Taehyung harder than words could ever describe. "Need what, baby? Tell hyung--- , you're doing so good for me." His whispers are hot and winded against Jungkook's ear, but his touch is certain... and he all but guides Jungkook to face him anew. Once again, he stoops to sweep his hold beneath the other's thighs, easing those lithe legs back around his waist--- but this time, his arms tremble, no doubt a mix of his own arousal and excitement. This time, a warm, solid wetness caresses between them both, sending Taehyung into a flurry of shudders. But he contains himself as best he knows how.

The steps toward the kitchen are staggering and laced with heated open-mouth kisses against Jungkook's cheeks. If he squints in the low light, he can almost dream of making out glistening tears dotting the boy's cervine ( APPARENTLY THAT MEANS "DEER/DOE-LIKE" OHMYGOD ) orbs. But perhaps he's just a sadist... After all, it explains the reason he approaches their small kitchenette table, only to gently splay Jungkook back against it as if he were the finest crystalware. Hooking his gaze to the dewy one before him, Taehyung kneels once again, presenting himself to his darling... his baby boy. The only one he could ever do this to while FEELING the need for nothing in return.

"Talk to me, kitten... What do you need?" His lips ghost the cloth surrounding Jungkook's , and it's with ease that he peels it back--- layer for layer, revealing that beautifully erected member... As pink and excited as the sweet boy it belonged to. His own mouth salivating at the sight of it but granting only a genteel kiss to collect the precum dribbling along the tip.

@✔ ᵇ taehyung☀k。ᴴ He is quite sure he is unable to pull another stubborn move into this.


The way the velvet, wet muscle drives up the path over the wrinkled, pink and unabused looking tight muscle is enough to leave him in careless shudders, the muscles of his thighs tightened showing off their fine line of effort. his body slumped forward against the counter, head tilted back with glistening lips parted open, red patches shinning on the bow at the top tip where his mate's teeth had left marks of ownership, just another brush against the canvas of his body taehyung knew how to ruin.

Jungkook wanted to be ruined.

Each of his exhales is followed by a sharp gasp of breath, chest heaving back and forth aggressively with each flick of his tongue over the quivering, suffocating heat of his entrance, refusing to easily stretch open for the intruder tapping against its doors. the rough, whitened knuckles release their hold, flying back to grip onto the male's hair with face tucked neatly between his spread cheeks, saliva coating the rose pink skin preparing for what he was not sure would fit, but god, he was a er for pain when the pleasure of his arms squeezing the life out of his vessel was guaranteed.

"h-hyung- ah!"

And so the flowered opened up, feeling the boneless muscle peaking at his tight walls that desperately tried to close around the soft intruder. his grip tightened, carelessly pressing the luscious cheeks back against his face. there was not a worry for image, cause his image was to be the hand prints of his scent painted all over him. perhaps its rude of him to press his back into his face, but his mind is ed with the pleasure of having the sharp tip of his tongue prod against his untainted walls, only reserved for Taehyung to constantly take, anytime, any second, at any moment and oh how much he wanted to feel the throbbing of the large shaft hidden underneath the pants clinging to the male's legs right at this moment. his back made the perfect arch, free hand reaching for the sensitive pink nubs, pinching around them while the dark silver of his eyes dared to stare at the mirror. swollen lips and glistening doe eyes with unshed tears watching himself getting eaten out like a perfect served on a silver platter. he was a mess, but only for one man, Kim Taehyung.

"H-Hyung I need - i n-need hha!"

@✔ ᵃ jungkook☪j。ᴴ He feels like sin incarnate.

It's delicious, really... An overwhelming surge of power and authority to wield, not against, but WITH his darling mate. It bleeds into his molten touch as his palms squeeze the younger's plump cheeks, molding them to frame that mouth clamped decidedly against his entrance. His tongue laves a smooth stripe up that fluttering hole, still no larger than the very tip of his pinkie. Warm and flushed the same hue of roseate pink as his beloved's... 'other' cheeks.

Upon hearing Jungkook's breathless words, Taehyung nearly falls back on his . Not that he wasn't expecting the other's reaction but to hear it each time sounds something akin to the very first. Jungkook was never the first Taehyung had ever ed, but he's certainly the only man to rekindle that al amour all over again. Not once had the sparks depleted, the heat still embroiled in the same earnest design. Without even meaning to, he finds that he's marrying a man who will most likely be his utmost downfall... And god, is he okay with this.

"I usually s- save my meals for the kitchen, angel, but..." He shrugs noncommittally though he's certain the ravenette can't see it, and instead allows his tongue to answer for him. 'But you're simply too sweet to wait for'. Each is punctuated with scattered pecks around the other's heat before he finally emboldens himself, giving Jungkook's right cheek one sharp pat, and stiffening his tongue to submerge the tip. The slick muscle slides in with admiring ease, his own twitching in excitement at the feel of those velveteen walls massaging him so ruthlessly.

The perks of ing an alpha... Their bodies aren't exactly made for it. They'd need lube, and lots of it, but he was guaranteed a tight fit.

Exuding a quivering moan at the thought, Taehyung begins to prod--- knowing his tongue could never be long enough, but it doesn't stop him from testing his limits. Lapping repeatedly in a steady rhythm, he takes his time ing Jungkook open with his mouth. Parted lips flush against that sweet , a steady rivulet of saliva carving a path down his chin.

@✔ ᵇ taehyung☀k。ᴴ Its easy to get locked inside those eyes looking at him through his reflection with predators inside of them, and he knows just how wild he is, he knows that underneath the mask of sweetness saved for him; there is a wolf wilder than anyone would expect. another guilty pleasure perhaps, just to see him angry and watch the sweat roll off of his frustrated frowns, he had not once mentioned how aroused he had gotten by simply watching him practice. and oh he falls, the twisted games of love and lust played by the man whose fingers easily deliver pleasure against his plump cheeks. He can only wonder just how long will those hands hold him up before every single ounce of his strength fall away like a feather, once more melting him into the submission.


"T-taehyung , d-did i get you that hard?" it easily builds up, the proud feeling and the selfishness to always have this for himself only. if time was given, he would gave grind on the shaft just to feel the wetness of his stain his cheeks, but the temptations of deeper and harder pleasures only tug him one step closer to taehyung's gates of hell. if taehyung is ever the devil, he shall willingly step into his fire and burn alive. the feeling leaves too fast, fingers planted against the mirror slowly turning white on the knuckles from pressure and soon the man disappears also, and the doe eyes widen, shinning with curiosity but oh the sweet bashfulness is enough to intensify the red pigment of arousal on the high cheek bones causing him to shy away, shameless eyes falling down, thighs tempted to close. But , he wants nothing but to be fed by his love.

Or .


The cool air meets the exposure of his bottom regions, and then comes the attack, sweet plush lips starting their abuse that has him losing his grip on the mirror, both hands falling on the edges of the counter with his chest leaning forward, causing his to stick out into the torturous mouth if HIS devil. "T-Taehyung Oh my god! !" his voice echoes through the four walls, tight ring of muscle of his entrance quivering under the stimulation. "w-what are you d-doing ahh!" God he doesn't want to drool, but how could one ever control any bit of himself under his touch.

@✔ ᵃ jungkook☪j。ᴴ He's tossed into a state of awe, his gaze churning from the lighthearted chestnut to something much darker... A deviant tinge of mocha that touches his irises and scolds with a particular heat--- the likes of which could only be wrought by the passion ensued by his precious mate. His fiance... His lover. The only man he could bring himself to care this much for--- to give this much of a damn about. And for so long, he hadn't believed such a thing to come to fruition. After having caused the loss of so many casualties--- no... friends--- Taehyung had given up on the prospect of proverbial closeness ages ago. But now... With this sweet, little mate tucked before him-- practically tearing off his clothing inch for inch-- he can't see how he could've ever dwelt amongst such solitude.

Jungkook barely has his bared to him before Taehyung's hands are all over him once more--- groping, feeling... Searing that soft flesh and worn denim into the memories of his own fingertips, embedding them into his prints so every touch thereafter would reclaim the tales of their sins. Stepping forward, he presses himself flush against the younger, lips sealing across Jungkook's tender nape. "Look at yourself, pup," he murmurs, vocals descending into a breathy husk, octaves dripping in untouched desire. "Feel what you've done to me..." At that, he cants his hips forward until his groin pivots harshly against Jungkook's clothed , undulating along with a beat neither of them hear but both of them understand.

He slides his grip around his mate's waist to guide his hands away from his , surely awakened and certainly a bit bothered by now--- Taehyung was having none of that. Firmly, he plants Jungkook's palms against the mirror, pressing down once as if to cue what he wants. "Be still for me, love..." He coaxes with something akin to a saintly croon, even as he dips down--- knees bending until he's all but poised just eye-level to his lover's rear. God, perhaps his favorite place of all, without argument... Dragging his teeth across his own lower lip, he takes his time to peel away the remaining fabric until he's met with only two porcelain globes of flesh--- as firm and plump as when he'd seen them last. Dipping in, he offers a peck of gratitude to the space just above each--- fingers burrowing in the crevice to part each cheek from the comfort of the other.

"And be loud."

Plush lips as fiery as hell seal against that waiting entrance, pink and puckered and fluttering beneath the rim of teeth that scrape against it.

@✔ ᵇ taehyung☀k。ᴴ It seems time is barely given to him today, not when the overpowering beta within the male is manhandling his choices and carrying him away around on his own will, and even if he may take the perfect role of a protagonist that holds stubborness on each tips of his fingers, refusing to like any of the attention given to him; he knew he had already became an open book for the man read, with pages written before his very own eyes, each page prepared to be ripped into shreds by their owner, one who he is clinging to with every ounce of his being to wash himself in the bath of manly musk unique to his body.

If his words were refusing to submit, his hips aint.

Not when they press down to feel the outline of the shaft against his thighs concealed beneath the annoying layer of clothing, giving him the conflict on whether he like it to spread him open and hurt him till he cries out of pleasure or choke him till tears coat his cheeks and oh the thought, that one guilty pleasure's flame once more ignited within him brings a coat of shame upon the apples of his cheeks.


His hot breath consumed his ears, his neck, bringing his wildness down to make him the victim to his mate's tongue's heated passion, with kisses the burn, taste of his favorite alcohol burning down his lungs with rough fingers driving and prowling through the streets between his soft locks, tugging him in deeper till his teeth collide on the chunky flesh of the plump lips he immediately bites into. he barely notices the bathroom till the coolness of the beneath leaves his body in shudders, a soft whimper from the sudden cool air daring to interrupt them escaping his abused lips but no he doesn't listen to his words, his fingers grips on the edges of his pants, tugging with the same aggression to have the silver button snap out of its place, loose ends of the torn spot left for taehyung to watch- he just somehow enjoyed ruining the male's clothes.


shoes kicked off, the white socks descend down on the cold tiles, figure turning swiftly to slowly dare to bring his gaze and watch the messy state of his face, drowned by the lust oozing off his mate's body. its all his fault, he is gonna blame him for every sore spot he'll have. tight blue jeans cling to his body, trapped the large shaft it its confines and he shamelessly lowers his hands, gripping the outline of his to let the rough fabric rub over the shaft, and he stares, daringly, lips parted open with the state of utter vulnerability offered to him.

@✔ ᵃ jungkook☪j。ᴴ Not an iota of his being is surprised by the younger's response--- it curtails from him an exaggerated eye-roll followed by the slip of a softened chuckle past kiss-swollen lips. Jungkook honestly is never one to make things easy for him, but then again that's simply where all the entertainment is. But at present, he recognizes that with his hips plastering Jungkook against the wall and clothed flush against the younger's, he's got the upperhand here.

For now.

"Gladly, darling," is his only warning before he's stepping back--- peeling the Lunith wolf away from his homage against the wall and walking (more like stumbling) them both backward. His arms are the crown that laces his lover fast against him and a small fragment of himself finds the opportunity to instill a bit of concern over his beloved's diaphanous frame. Either he, himself, picked up an extra muscle or his baby's losing weight, but that's a subject for another time... And damn certain he'll be sure to mention it.

For now, he pivots them both down the hall, his lips ascending to conjoin their own anew--- sated by the taste, reclaiming the high only his mate could ever take him. He doesn't register when his shirt is victimized, strewn to slip helplessly down his arms from the tattered ruin in which they remain. Nor where he'd kicked off his shoes, but he knows it's been done by the stark chill of the guest bathroom tilework against his heels. It conjures from him a soft hiss between them, but he refuses to succumb to any other frailty than that... Not with a challenge like that overhanging between them. God, this kid was going to be his one-way ticket to Hell and beyond... but now wasn't the time for any useless regrets.

He plops Jungkook down atop the bathroom sink, their lips still entangled--- his tongue prodding out a tempting path along the seam of those sweet petals. He pursues with feigned hesitation before slipping himself within that wet cavern to garner a better taste. Selfish... Positively, filthily selfish.

"Be good for me," he presses the words against Jungkook's parted mouth. "Behave... And turn around. I want you facing the mirror, pup."

@✔ ᵇ taehyung☀k。ᴴ The passion dripping off his eyes burns brightly, and his fire catches him, once more igniting his soul aroused by lust violently. his flames easily engulfs him, mind consumed on his demand, held willingly in his captivity. the rage filled alpha submitting mentally to his touch, enchanted by the sovereignty he offers. oh how shameless, he shows the needy behavior within his eyes, fixed so desperately upon his mate to demand attention guiltily.


the taste of infuriation within the profanity spilling past his lips of sin holds a authoritative nature that glues his eyes to his mate's, his playful nature urged with the same old mischievous mind to drive the male just a bit further up the wall of his anger limit just to fill his curios mind with what may come as a result. "I don't remember" and the nasty smirk tugs on his saliva stained, glistening lips, eyes falling shut and chest arching into the warmth of his chest. the air beneath his feet is gone and thick flesh of his clothed thighs lock around the male's lean body, flexing to tighten, tugging him harder into his chest and against the aroused intimacy below, one that has Taehyung's name written all over it, he grips harder with the simple requisite of crawling underneath his skin and plant himself in the heat of his body. there is not a second spared given to him to take in enough oxygen to help his burning lungs, not when the aggressive demeanor of those teeth taint his skin like a blank canvas of a drawing book.


"I dont remember, mind reminding me-e" oh but how is he going to conceal his shaky breath.


The black shirt clinging to the curves of his body rides up, stuck against the dips of the male's body fitting into his own. once freedom is given to his wrists, they crawl like sneaky snakes, tugging the collar of his shirt up to slide underneath, over the expanse of sweet sun kissed skin, fingers piercing through the fabric with such aggression that all is heard next is the sound of harsh ripping of the fabric and the reflection of sweet exposure of the skin on the tall mirror right across the room that don't get much mercy, not when his nails dig so hard into the skin that the white lines show off like light roads.

"did i s-show it too clearly love?"

@✔ ᵃ jungkook☪j。ᴴ Lips fevered and delectably willing commit to his own in a symphony that beats back Taehyung's inhibitions as easily as it coaxes out his desires. He submits to the vertiginous spell unwinding in his lover's sweet buss, pressing forth to better meld himself against him--- to feel his every curve, bask in the warmth he has to offer. He's always been greedy, he'll happily admit, but this quality seems to only amplify when his mate inserts himself into the equation.

Driven on hunger alone, he drags his hands away from Jungkook's wrists, a soft warning growl ading the sliver of space between them both. He knows he can't trust his playful mate as far as he can throw him, but he also knows that they're both such glutton for punishment anyway. His lips abandon that wanton mouth to grant them a moment to breath, still searing from that vicious tongue that had only just laved them over. But he's not done with them yet... far from it. Instead, he burrows them into he juncture of Jungkook's neck--- stamping hard kisses there that undulate between quick nibbles until vermilion patches blossom to the surface.

"The did I just say?"

Newly-freed, his hands ghost a trail down the younger's waist until they stake a claim against his . And god, he's reminded all over again just how this man had thrown him into insanity the first time he'd experienced his 'itch' near the other. Delectable thighs canvased in stonewashed skinny jeans, perky globes of flesh jostled with each exuberant step. He sighs against Jungkook's collarbones as his palms press into his thighs, scooping them to wrap them tightly around his waist and hoist his beloved against him.

"Tell me--- how bad you want it, pup."

@✔ ᵇ taehyung☀k。ᴴ There are moments of utter tremble in his adamantine stance, and one is on display right where the men holds silence. its moments like this where the fur animal of raw power within him, screaming of power an alpha owns submits, sits neatly with its fluffy paws pressed against one another, head bowed down and sharp silver gaze casted below, over taken by the intimacy of the man he calls his own. its moments like this where he forgets the existence of two useful parts of his body called the lungs, there to intake the source of his living- but again, that had been given to the male before him on a silver plate of love.


Its moments like this he finds himself falling for him again.


easily, the guard falls and his back meets the coolness of the wall, yet there is nothing to sense but the the vehemence of his beauty, overrunning his thoughts and drowning him in the state of submission where each demand is picked by his ears, each breath heard and every movement memorized by the hazel doe eyes glistening. the core is shaken, his body at its melting point, ready to mold in every shape the man demands him to. he wouldn't call this weakness, he would call it the power of pride, enough to overwhelm and shut down the alpha senses that demand attack after attack, the feelings that want the obvious result of conquering the other. his world simply gyrates around him, his lips made of tingles made of a simple kiss of a rose, and his body in a shuddering mess concealed by layers of skin- but its the beating muscles trembling once more under his demand.

Jungkook is weak, he is weak in every sense of the world for the man before him.


but even with the cuffs of a silver hold settled upon his wrists, who is he to behave, not when his petals look for the male's and crash upon them to feel the gentle slide of wet skin over his own, to the wet taste of the man on his tongue, and oh how defenseless he is, whimpering with only a simple meeting of his man's lips colliding onto his own. he wanted to sometimes rip his skin off and crawl into the other, live there to breath him in. shameless; he is, always caught under taehyung's humid flesh, he watches on knowing he doesn't own his body anymore, he gives in with no's that means yes, and sometimes, when the sun peeks from in between the curtains he has to remind himself that its his own skin.

@✔ ᵃ jungkook☪j。ᴴ The air between them remains suspended as it's always been---buoyant and giddy and utterly alit with mischief--- but there's something else interwoven there. It makes itself known in the tangle of digits at Taehyung's sensitive nape. It claws a warpath in his belly and exudes a heat that lays to waste his former inhibitions. "Better door or take you out for dinner? Decisions, decisions..." He draws himself closer to the man before him and, for the first time, he's stunned to silence.

Jungkook is honestly, ing stunning. He'll never tire of admitting it to himself, much less to the world--- so everyone could gawk, could admire... But only he could ever possess. Only he could ever touch. And boy, does he. His hands grace a gentle clasp along Jungkook's sculpted jawline, thumbs tracing the svelte flesh surrounding his cheeks. The features of a man budding up from the cusps of a youthful spring. Jungkook still has quite the baby face, but he also has just the perfect touch of sculpturing in all the right places. Lips a sweet, tempting pink so slender--- yet they summon Taehyung's attention as if they'd been starved of it. He dips in just in time to grant them their desire, a peck that quickly flourishes to something slower... more intimate. Tips of pearly teeth catching the flesh adorning the younger wolf's lower lip. And as he pulls back to speak, he can't help but find himself intertwined in the hold of those doelike eyes... Wide and endless, too wise to fit along the cherubic nature that encompasses them.

"You've left enough of your marks on my heart already." But it's a boldface lie and he knows it, because never could he honestly ever have enough of Jeon Jungkook. With the hold of his beloved as his tether, Taehyung steers forward to once again indulge them both in a carnal buss. A more ravenous nature embeds itself in this one, in the cant of Taehyung's head to better slot their lips and in the way he all but walks Jungkook back against the wall. His hips pin the other's down against the surface they're wedged upon, feral allure overtaking the sweet surrender they'd both only just given into. Taehyung can't help himself though. When they look back, he'll joke about perhaps going a bit too hard on the get-go--- to which he hopes Jungkook would find it in him to forgive. The hands drawing their festering touch against his fiance's countenance drift down the slopes of his shoulders and glaze the arms his body knew so well. At his wrists, they stop, staking a new claim there only to draw Jungkook's hands up and back to imprint against the wall--- holding him there, a silent command:

"Behave."

@ᵇ taehyung☀k。 "it dived right into your poop and became a part of your poop, same thing"


There are many reasons on why Jeon Jungkook fell in love with Kim Taehyung, and one of them is once more displayed before his own eyes to watch. stubborn behavior that causes pain to the poor physic of his magnificent right side with the thuds loud enough to have him wince. he only has a deep conflict on whether he want to double over in laughter or coo at the amount of adorable behavior pouring off every muscle of the man before him. this is just another reason added to the list of why he prefer to pin him down instead of getting pinned down. (not that he would mind any position as long as Taehyung's being is wrapped around him).


The words don't escape his lips, even if they easily threaten the edges of the bow shaped flesh to grip him, coo and talk of endless ways of the cute demeanor and the aggression in his movement that only pulls a whipped smile out of him. damn, whipped is no longer the right word, he would need to look for a word holding a lot more intensity. the door crashes underneath the male's effort, and before he can do as much as uttering a word; his figure is engulfed in his safety tho the worry of how easily that door fell off clouds the back of his mind. "honey, i think we will need to get a better door, specially if we are to keep our pretty pups safe- or your ...goldfish"


The question uttered by those distracting lips are left in mid air- he is busy. he is way too busy to bother answering, his mind clouded with the scene of his favorite moving picture that is Kim Taehyung's face with a gaze of endless affection, lips looking scrumptious with his own teeth begging to sink and taste the little bit of the sweet iron on his tongue. maybe he is a sadist, just as much as he is a masochist; but he has always been good with accepting his own ed up mind with the wonder of how the taehyung dealt with him. it was a ing wonder, and a perfect blessing to always feel his long alluring fingers wrapped around his own. "you were supposed to pull Tarzan on me" his words were whispers, hands already hooked around the male's neck in a tight hold. "but i can pull a Tarzan on you cause i'm quite sure you left a bruise or two on your side love, i prefer my own bruises on you"

@✔ ᵃ jungkook☪j。ᴴ "Excuse you--- I didn't just 'poop it out', okay? I WAS pooping when it fell in. That's different."

Again, the couple dips back to jibes--- it's their default, honestly... The one thing they can always rely on, besides each other--- their inherent lack of sincerity so long as they can afford to be without it. It would be all too easy to fight the other male right now. To just tackle Jungkook to the ground and wrestle around with him like little, squirming pups until his fiance (or Taehyung, himself) relents. But as the younger approaches him with that certain, damned gleam in his eye, Taehyung knows he won't have the freedom of a decision for long. He pretends not to notice the heat flaring in the flesh of his cheeks, pretends that his heart certainly doesn't pick up a beat or two with each advancing step his lover takes.

"Well then, I'll need a little room. Now won't I, darling?" His voice loops back to being a saccharine deviance and he side-steps Jungkook just as he's near enough. Stepping back from the entrance, he drops his luggage and levels a glare at the door. It takes a moment, but eventually he summons up all that he learned in the two days of karate he'd enrolled in and surges forward--- using the momentum to land a scissor-kick right against the door's surface. The pain is immediate and it radiates like fire from his toes all the way up the notches of his spine. He's sure something cracked just now, but his darling's just feet away--- probably watching on with something akin to pride--- so Kim Taehyung would be damned if he ed this up now.

Dropping his leg, he retreats only to repeat the action--- and again. And again. It's five fierce kicks in before the door finally gives way and it honestly worries him, in hindsight, that that's all it takes. "What'd I tell you, babe? Have some faith in your gonna-be-hubby!" The confident smirk he wears paints away the pain in his leg (and entire right side now), but he stoops to retrieve their items and all but chucks everything right at the threshold. Swiveling on heel, he lashes out an arm and captures Jungkook in his grip--- effectively tugging the young wolf inside and crowding him flush against him. His lips all but dance against the others as he chuckles out a breathy: "Now where were we?"

@ᵇ taehyung☀k。 Taehyung was the definition of everything unforeseen.


Maybe that was among all the many reasons he found the poor overworked muscle of his heart leaping off the cliff into everything that made the male's existence. perhaps pixie dust, with a mixture of endless calmness, a huge dosage of raw mischief and eight spoonfuls of stubbornness. he was whipped with every single thing included into making the man named Kim Taehyung- well he preferred to call him Jeon but the argument was still on going and he was going to keep his own sword of stubborn behavior up till he gave in. he was going to expostulate till 'jeon' was agreed on, but one could never underestimate his own weakness for the face before him.

"yes? so you pooped it out, didn't your bum hurt when you pooped the key out love?" the suggestion was lovely, cause even if the masks had concealed how much he loved the spoiled behavior the male offered; he couldn't help but want to release a soft whimper, curl up and squeeze himself in the endless rock of his chest where warmth never decreased, but then there was the stronger part made of aggressive affection that wanted to slam the man against the door and kiss him till his breath would be broken, just like the door.

"how about i let you decide" the mischief never failed to slip out of the glistening spark within the dark hazel orbs that always held the line of silver within them, similar to the wolfish fur he held in his truest form. it would take a simple nudge with a knife to open the door- why he was good at picking locks would be a story to be told at another time, but now, he stared with curiosity, steps breaching into the male's personal space, free hand crawling up to rest against the sharp jaw in a form of a sweet daring caress. "this time, I'm gonna let you decide, though i have to say, you are a lot more attractive than Tarzan"

@ᵃ jungkook☪j。ᴴ Honestly, he doesn't even know why he's surprised.

There are reasons he proposed to this man--- none of which having to do with his (admittedly life-changing) . But definitely among the top five reasons had to be his humor--- or at least the state of it. While most would wave Taehyung off or reprimand him, Jungkook was the type to roll along with it. He exuded the same energy, moved to the same wavelength... In all honesty, he'd been refreshing to the elder male since they'd first met... and not a single day's gone by in which any of those feelings changed.

"Yes and n--- okay no, yes and yes. But you gotta hear me out, it was urgent." He watches the other fondly as he rummages through his load. There's a small whisper in the back of his mind that offers the proposition of the spare key tucked beneath one of the pots poised on their front porch. Too bad he never labeled which one. But he can't find it in himself to complain, since nothing in this godforsaken earth was ier than his fiance with a blade.

"Orrrrr I could just kick the door down and sweep in with you bridal style in my arms--- then I could go all Tarzan and Jane on you in the bedroom. Yeah, you know I like that one better." He can't even begin to fight the coquettish grin that transcends his features. He's not sure just how the hell he got this lucky, not sure what he'd done to be able to get engaged to literally his best friend but... God, is he grateful. "Pick your poison, darling. It ought to be a fun time either way."

@ᵇ taehyung☀k。 Excitement burst through the vessels rushing to keep up with the bundle of raw excitement rushing him towards the steps on the house of dreams, the cozy exterior enough to settle warmth within his mind, but the warmest feeling was the embrace of your hold gripping onto my digits.


By the time the wooden door is there to greet us, he is left there staring at the sudden random explanation of a man he adores. hazel gaze falls onto him, sharp eyebrow quirked up on its corner looking rather dumb founded trying to analyse the words of the story as the sink into the depth of his brain. key in the toilet, key in the toilet key in the to-

oh

"Kim Taehyung, You are trying to tell me you pooped and manage to poop the key to our house away with it?" his words are rather serious, a flash of surprise upon his features before the amusement fills in his expression, choking up into a soft laughter between constant tries to catch the breath he had lost. "oh dead god...i love this man" the words are mere whispers, his fingers dropping the large back of useless stuff he had been carrying before sinking down, fingers shoved inside the bag to look look for a black leather handle of the pocket knife he carries before dragging the object out. "so basically, i can break the lock now, can you against it till we break it- good punishment in my opinion, or we can climb to the balcony to go in...which is a bit too high"

@ᵃ jungkook☪j。ᴴ His hand is a vice in your own, chasing the warmth that resounds in it and holding fast to everything promised between those sweet digits.

"Almost there," he encourages them both with a nod of his head, quickening his pace as he all but drags his poor fiance up the steps. By the time they're at the threshold to the cabin, Taehyung nearly drops his bags to search for the key. He's stumbling a bit, trying yet failing to maintain his cool though he's mildly certain that he dropped the key to their place... somewhere.

"I uh--- Okay, so funny story." He leans against the door with a of his hip despite the sheepish look that brandishes across his features. His eyes are apologetic but his smile portrays an entirely different demeanor, so he owns it gracelessly. "May or may not have um--- dropped the key in the toilet on our way out today." He KNEW he'd heard something as he flushed... But then again, they'd both been running late for class and he didn't have the time to stop and inspect... nor the desire to, considering what he'd done in there.