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If it was for anything else other than work, Taehyung would've still chosen Jungkook.
Ever since he became a photographer, Taehyung has collaborated with hundreds of different models, both men and women. Yet, no one succeeded in striking him in the same way that Jungkook did.
There's just something so unexplainably mesmerizing about that young raven haired man that made Taehyung not hesitate even once when he chose to ask Jungkook for help with one of his newest personal projects.
Jungkook is attractive, in a sense that this simple word can not and could never describe. It's a type of beauty that just naturally radiates from a person.
As a photographer, Taehyung has always had a special liking for finding beauty in everyday life. In the smallest of things. For this project he wanted to capture rawness. That pristine charm. And who was a better match for this specific idea of Taehyung's than Jungkook?
“Okay, let me adjust this lighting here a bit.”
Jungkook is seated on a stool in front of a white blank canvas, wearing a simple t-shirt with some jeans, no makeup is present on his face. Just like Taehyung wanted his model to look like. They are in Taehyung's private studio, just the two of them, and Taehyung would be lying if he said that the thought of being alone with this literal angel on Earth isn't thrilling in any sense.
When he decides that the set up is perfectly aligned, Taehyung informs Jungkook and asks him if he's ready to start.
Capturing Jungkook's beauty comes so easily to Taehyung, the first few shots went perfectly smooth with the way Jungkook just strikes a pose after pose. He's a natural, Taehyung finds it easy to work with someone who is simply just so loved by a camera.
“Is this alright?”
“Mhm. Yes, it's perfect, keep your hands like that.” Jungkook places both of his arms above his head, which makes the muscles on his arms even more prominent. Together with his tattooed sleeve. It emits a strong aura, which combined with his innocent face makes Taehyung’s mind wander. Cute and attractive. A perfect mixture, Taehyung thinks. Just how he likes his men to be.
“Wait, you didn't even tell me what the theme of this photoshoot is.” Jungkook perks up, while Taehyung takes his time to look over the photos they've already taken. “You only told me to come looking like I've just gotten out of bed.”
“You didn't ask.”
“Right. I was practically on my way even before we ended the call.” He jokes. “So what is it?”
“Rawness. I want to capture that fresh look on you. Untouched. That's why I told you to wear no makeup today.”
Taehyung shifts on his feet after observing all of the pictures carefully. He already has some of his favorite ones in his mind that he's definitely going to use, but he still needs something else. Something that's going to be an eye-catcher, something more.
“Hmmm… I have an idea.” It's as if Jungkook has been reading his mind for the past few minutes. “We don't have to do it, but I think you'll like it a lot.”
Taehyung perks up at that. He enjoys hearing ideas from the models themselves and something tells him that he won't regret considering Jungkook's. “What do you have in mind?”
He watches carefully as the younger man moves the palms of his hands until they are placed lower on his waist. They come in contact with the hem of his black t-shirt and Taehyung actually needs a few moments to understand the action as he continues to watch the sight unfolding in front of him.
The shirt rises up to reveal the skin on Jungkook's lower stomach before Taehyung is presented with his soft abs, then his chest - and just like that, the piece of clothing slips so easily off of the younger man’s arms, disregarded somewhere on the floor as Jungkook stands with his upper body fully naked in front of the camera.
“You'd actually need to come a little bit closer for this. If you don't mind, of course.” Jungkook says as if it's nothing. As if he's asking Taehyung to do something pretty simple. And it is simple in reality, they are colleagues before anything else - Taehyung takes a few seconds to remind himself of that.
He nods, takes a deep breath in as nonchalantly as possible before stepping forward with the camera in his right hand.
“I still don't know what you have in mind.”
“You can take some close ups like this, Tae. I think they will come out nicely. Just my upper body, though.” He explains it to Taehyung who already has a vision in his mind. And he was right, Jungkook's idea sounds amazing. “Come closer.”
Taehyung licks his lips. “How much closer do you need me to be?”
As they are standing one in front of the other at an arm's length, Jungkook doesn't need to put too much effort in changing the distance between them. Taehyung feels the touch of the younger man's right hand on his left and just like that he's being pulled in by Jungkook until he's standing close enough to notice the freshly sweet, powdery smell of his shampoo fill up his nostrils.
“Like this.” Jungkook breathes out.
Taehyung looks at the strands of hair falling over Jungkook's forehead and covering his eyes. His hands itch to almost surge forward and brush them away but he stops himself before he even has a chance to fully envision that scene in his head.
After clearing his throat, Taehyung puts the camera in the right position once again, deciding on which angle is the better one.
As they both set on trying out each one when Taehyung takes a few test pictures and shows them to Jungkook, Taehyung finds it very easy to observe every area of his nude body through the camera lense. Not only does the close proximity allow him to focus on the way the muscles on Jungkook's neck tense as he moves his head to the side, it also makes his mind wonder about how it would feel like to sense it underneath his own fingers - to have Jungkook tense and then release that same pressure because of him.
“Let's see. I think that those with your side profile came out really nice.”
“Mhm.” Jungkook nods as Taehyung lists the images and points out the best ones. Though Taehyung would use each and every one if he could. Fuck, he would make an entire photobook with Jungkook's pictures only and put it in a museum. “I have one more idea, Tae. Can you give me your hand?”
The younger one perks up, looks at Taehyung with those doe, starry eyes of his and the answer becomes pretty simple and clear.
He takes the camera into his left palm and takes the now empty right arm out for Jungkook to hold. “Here.” It takes a few seconds even for him to register what the guy in front of him has in mind. But Jungkook doesn't leave him hanging for too long, when his sculpted fingers touch the outline of Taehyung's hand and he ends up being pulled to an even more closer proximity than before, a sharp, breathy sigh leaves his mouth.
Underneath the tips of his fingers Taehyung feels the soft skin on Jungkook's left cheek. The younger one is moving Taehyung’s hand as he wishes, without leaving any control for him. And it only takes a few moments for Taehyung to feel the entire left side of Jungkook's face in his own palm as he cups the younger one's cheek. Though they found themselves in this position - with their knees almost touching - in a single minute, it seemed like the sequence lasted for a few hours in Taehyung's head.
“Is this okay?” Jungkook whispers, he even has the nerve to so innocently flutter his long eyelashes at Taehyung. Though something tells him that there's no thing as such behind those glossy eyes. It even makes him think about the possibility of not being the only person in the room to feel the strings of the hidden tension tying them up together.
“Perfectly okay with me.”
“Now take your pictures like this, while touching me.”
And Taehyung does. He even takes the chance of getting Jungkook's permission to touch to explore the other side of his face too, the nape, the younger man’s chin as he let the thumb rest there on the plumpness of his bottom lip, the heat on Jungkook's neck as he could finally have the muscles there tense and relax under the delicacy of his hand.
“That looks good.” He comments, looking through the camera and staring straight into Jungkook's eyes. It's as if the man can sense Taehyung's piercing, electrifying gaze through the small device because he gives him the exact same gesture back, giving him a glare fixated on his face.
Taehyung rests the hand on the crook of Jungkook's neck, right where his left shoulder meets that curve, scared to move the palm somewhere else, afraid to make Jungkook pull back and ask him what he's doing because this isn’t professional at all. He's scared to cross that one simple line and ruin everything.
“It does, hm? You can go a bit lower, I don't mind.” The devil talks, trying to sound pure, but Taehyung recognizes nothing as such in that caramel tone. He lets his hand slip, he has the permission from the man in front of him to do so now and the thumb caresses the collarbones first. The camera is long forgotten now, capturing the pictures too, as Taehyung focuses more on the feeling of soft skin underneath his fingertips.
The hand travels more south, it cups the plumpness of Jungkook's pecks, brushing past the perked up nipple but then it’s stopped with a tight grip on his wrist. “Lower, Tae.” And after that one single command it's being pushed towards the sturdiness of Jungkook’s stomach, his soft abs, by the man himself.
“Jungkook…”
“Tae…” Jungkook breathes out his name as a cry in the same manner, holding his palm with his own where his lower stomach is. Taehyung feels with his forefinger the fabric of Jungkook's underwear as it pokes through the jeans. “I wish you were touching me for real.”
“Jungkook, you can't just say things like that.”
“Why not? I think we crossed that line of being professional a few seconds ago.”
He leans into the touch, Jungkook parts his legs in an inviting manner for Taehyung to step forward, which he does, in contrast to what his conscious mind tells him to do.
Jungkook wraps his legs around him to stop him from escaping, though Taehyung wouldn’t even try to do that - not now when he's just one step away to have Jungkook all for himself, when he's almost there to release all of those thoughts that he had in his head in reality. The thighs cage him in, their chests touch and Taehyung looks down, straight into Jungkook's eyes. He tries to find any hint of doubt behind them, but there's none. It's as clear as a new sunny day that Jungkook wants him too. “Fuck…” Taehyung lets out a breath when their faces are close enough for Jungkook to hear his voice, barely above a faint whisper.
“You are so obvious, you know that?” Jungkook’s own free hand travels through the air and soon enough finds home in the heated skin of Taehyung's neck, where he starts to trace some lines with his forefinger, teasingly, demandingly and so damn slowly. “You thought I wouldn't notice the way you look at me?”
Taehyung leans his head to the side, falling into the touch of that sweet hand.
He wants to kiss Jungkook.
“Well, you are not quite an angel yourself either, darling.” He says, voice raspy and emphasizing the nickname on purpose. He senses underneath the pressure of the hand which is placed on Jungkook's lower stomach, how the raven haired man's breathing becomes more rapid with every passing second. “Demanding from me to touch you just like that. Like a little slut.” The word lolls, slips past Taehyung's tongue as he tries to test it out. Something tells him that Jungkook might just enjoy it. And when the younger one’s lips part around a moan, he becomes aware that Jungkook, in fact, does. “Hm, you like it when I call you that?”
“I do, fuck…” Jungkook pulls him in, moans against his bottom lip and Taehyung needs to stop himself for a moment before he acts on his reflexes way too soon. “How convenient that we both like each other then, don't you think?”
“Mhm. How convenient that we are alone right now.”
But it seems like he doesn't have to hold back anymore as Jungkook devilishly wraps both of his hands around the nape of his neck, pulling the strands of Taehyung's golden hair just to play with them before closing the tiny space between their bodies with a kiss.
And at first it might be due to how much Taehyung is drunk on Jungkook's entire being right now, but he swears that he's never tasted anything more luscious in his life before.
It's as if Jungkook has fully enveloped him with some kind of a poison to which the guy himself is also an antidote at the same time.
They part for just a moment, for Jungkook to voice out a demand, to which Taehyung simply just can't say no. “Shit, Tae, that couch… Take me to that couch, please…”
And who would Taehyung be to deny him such a sugary request?
One hand reaches for the stand to leave the camera there, assuming that they won't be needing it now anyway - but Jungkook's hand stops Taehyung’s right in his tracks. To add more fuel to the already existing fire, Jungkook leans in so close to Taehyung’s ear to whisper the lewdest possible words he could've said in this moment.
You'll need it to take some pictures of me for your private collection.
The sentence continues to play in his mind like some melody of a song Taehyung can't get out of his head, so with a single movement of his hand he signals for Jungkook to keep his thighs tightly wrapped around his waist. Practically running to the corner of the room where the said couch is positioned, together with Jungkook in his arms, Taehyung asks himself if this would've been the outcome of their meeting today in any possible scenario that could exist.
Jungkook’s back falls on the couch with Taehyung’s body on top of him and in between his spread out legs, though he would've liked it more if they were in a proper bed right now. But in the end he fathoms that it will suffice.
“Look so mesmerizing, Jungkook. Fuck, my eyes can't get enough of you.” Taehyung voices out his thoughts, too eager to get his hands back on Jungkook's body.
The couch is small, though perfectly made to fit both of them on it, so it makes it kind of easy for their bodies to touch each other everywhere without Taehyung having to use too much of his movements.
“Stop, Tae, you are boosting my ego way too much.” Jungkook retorts, but the smile on his face tells Taehyung how in contrast his words are with what he's actually thinking in his mind.
Because Jungkook is mesmerizing and he needs to be aware of that fact.
“Your ego needs to be boosted every single second of every single day, trust me.”
Hands fly to the zipper of Jungkook's pants and Taehyung lets the man do the work, leaning on his knees to watch as Jungkook opens the material to reveal a prominent bulge in his underwear. It's a good thing that Taehyung isn't the only one so desperately affected by the obvious tension in the room.
“Well, with that angelic face of yours you could be a model yourself, Tae.”
“That sounds flattering, but I don't think so. I prefer looking at other pretty faces, anyway.” Jungkook slides the jeans past his perky ass, Taehyung grabs them then, pulling them down Jungkook's legs and all the way to his feet until he's left with his body completely naked before him. The only thing that's covering the most sensitive part of Jungkook's body are his boxers, but Taehyung knows that soon enough they will be discarded somewhere far away, probably on the floor and just right beside the crumpled jeans.
The body finds its home above Jungkook's laid out once again. Taehyung’s hands, placed by each side of Jungkook's head, keep his upper body close enough to the younger one’s lips.
“Other pretty faces, hmm?” Jungkook teases, a huff of air leaves his lungs making it seem as if he's so damn affected by Taehyung’s previous words. “Whose other pretty face do you like to look at besides mine? Do you do this with them too?”
Taehyung chuckles.
“No. Only with you.” He whispers the words close to the left corner of Jungkook's lips, carving the reassurance deep into the heated skin. “Because you are my favorite one.”
And then he leaves a single trace of a peck there before moving his head to the side for a proper kiss. He catches the plump bottom lip between the cavern of his own ones, giving it a gentle suck, getting a hiss out from Jungkook as a response.
“Shit, it should always be like that…”
“Trust me, no one else comes close.” His hands are soon enough buried into the dark, thick locks of Jungkook’s hair, Jungkook's in his own, as lips continue to travel south - finding more of that pale, blissful, untouched skin to ruin with his teeth. First, they catch on the area of his collarbones, where Taehyung makes sure to suck ruthlessly enough to leave a sky-hued mark. “Tell me, what do you want me to do? How can I make you feel good?” He says, tracing the skin lower and down his model’s body with his tongue, just gently latching onto the perked up nipples when he reaches them.
“My cock… Can you touch it, please?”
“Hmm, when you ask so nicely how can I say anything other than yes?” Too eager to please the man in front of him, Taehyung’s hands immediately slide down the sides of Jungkook's waist and as they find the elastic band of his underwear, the slender digits wrap around it, pulling the fabric down. He doesn't dare to break eye contact with Jungkook; not even once. “Ah, fuck, look at you… So, so pretty, Jungkook.”
Taehyung sits back on his knees to be able to vividly memorize the scene before himself. Jungkook on his back, completely nude, with his cock hard, red and swollen. Waiting to be ruined entirely by him - by Taehyung, with his thighs spread out, lips parted and eyes glossy, looking like he might just start to cry because of the lack of contact from Taehyung's side.
So, naturally, Taehyung has to give him what he wants.
He takes the hard length into the palm of his right hand first, slowly, trying not to overwhelm Jungkook anything further than he's already overwhelmed. Carefully, spreading the clear substance all over his cock, Taehyung tests out the waters by giving him a few soft pumps.
“Oh, fuck-” Jungkook’s hands instantly fly to his mouth, trying to muffle the lewd sounds that are threatening to escape his pretty lips. Taehyung eyes him, but is too busy with giving him pleasure to try and stop his actions, though those moans are like music to his ears. “The camera, Tae, please… Take some pictures of me like this.”
Fuck.
He even forgot that they brought the camera with them to the couch in the first place. And who wouldn't forget about some stupid device with Jungkook’s angelic presence in front of them, the creature that came straight from some kind of a deity itself.
It's hard, balancing the twitching cock in one hand and the camera in the other, but Taehyung manages somehow - if it's to make Jungkook feel pleased, he will find a way.
“Shit, you little slut…” Taehyung grits through his teeth, adjusting the camera perfectly for the first shot of Jungkook that knocks some air out of his lungs. “Mhm, just like that, Jungkook. So beautiful and just for me to see.”
The praises fall from his tongue on its own, Taehyung doesn't even have to control his mouth at all at this point. He just continues to watch Jungkook fuck himself into his fist as he keeps on chasing that blissful release.
He tightens the grip of his hand around the dripping cock, determined to help him with that and Taehyung notices that Jungkook almost falls over the edge when the thumb just slightly brushes over the bulging tip.
“Ah, fuck, fuck… Faster, please…”
“Like this, yeah?” Taehyung listens, moving the wet palm of his hand with more vigor now and it slides up and down Jungkook's cock so easily, that he only needs a few more pumps for him to start bucking up into his hand, hungry for the euphoric feeling. “I want you to come all over yourself, baby. Make a mess on your pretty body. Paint yourself with your cum.”
And perhaps Taehyung would drag it out some more, he would tease Jungkook in a way he's never done to anyone else before, just to see him beg for more. And he's sure that they will have a chance to explore that kind of his fantasy too - but not right now. Because Jungkook is on the verge of breaking completely.
“Oh, fuck, ah-” Taehyung squeezes the tip lightly, the camera in his left hand clicks a few more shots. “I think I'll come, Tae, I think I'll-”
“Mhm, fuck my hand, pretty…” Watching through the foggy lense how Jungkook's body compels under the tension, Taehyung takes an ecstatic picture of him in the moment he spills the white release all over his lower abdomen, all over Taehyung's still moving hand. “So, so good… My little slut.”
“Just for you, fuck…”
And maybe Jungkook wanted exactly this when he told Taehyung to bring a camera with himself and take a hold of this enchanting moment in time. Because how is he supposed to forget any of what just happened? Those pictures belong to no one else but to him.
Only for Taehyung to see, to grasp the remembrance of what they've just shared together.
Due to some peculiar kind of selfishness, though Taehyung would like to call it a captivation of some sort more, the feeling inside of his stomach doesn't let him move from Jungkook, doesn't let him go away and he decides to act on it.
He drops the device to the side of the couch, plants himself above Jungkook's naked chest one more time and kisses him hungrily, asking for dominance; for just a little something more.
“I wish I could fuck you right now, make you fall apart on my cock too, but I don't have anything here with me in the studio.” Taehyung breathes out a whole sentence as one, choosing to be honest.
“I don't think we actually need anything at all.”
An unexpected answer that changes the trajectory of what Taehyung thought would be the outcome. But he's dealing with Jungkook after all, every next second is unexpected - fortunately for Taehyung in the best way possible.
Jungkook wiggles out from his hold and Taehyung stands once again on his knees to observe what the devil has in mind this time around. One of his hands helps him to turn his body so that he's facing the opposite side from Taehyung's, back turned to his chest, as he uses it to brace himself on the surface of the couch.
Taehyung can't exactly decipher what he's doing, but when Jungkook's body gets into the lewd position, he understands at last. The menace in every shape and form of that word has scooped the cum from his stomach, smeared it all over his fingers and is about to use it to finger himself open in front of Taehyung. Just like that.
“Jesus Christ, Jungkook, you'll be the death of me, seriously.”
But Jungkook only has the audacity to grin at him evilly, finding support on his knees as he spreads his plump ass cheeks to reveal the hungry, puckered up hole, waiting invitingly for Taehyung to push his own cock inside. It twitches in his underwear, Taehyung palms himself through the fabric, heaving out a sharp, impatient breath.
“What? You don't like this?” The younger one slyly turns around to give him a sad look, lips forming around a pout as Taehyung becomes aware of how fucked he actually is.
“No, no, fuck, don't stop. Keep going.”
Keeping his eyes locked with Taehyung’s, Jungkook makes his forefinger circle around the opening before deciding to put the entirety of the two digits inside, not even stopping to take a single breath in.
Taehyung can't contain himself anymore, the strained cock in his jeans threatens to break out free and explode, so he puts the zipper down with one quick motion to set it free from his underwear. It throbs in his right hand when he circles his palm around it and spurts a bit of precum at the tip as he brushes the thumb against the sensitive skin.
Jungkook keeps his own pace calm and steady, fucking himself open for Taehyung and his cock on his two fingers. Despite trying to match the tempo with him and keeping himself from coming way too soon, Taehyung thinks he might just do that only by watching Jungkook alone.
“Ah, can't wait for your cock, Tae.” He says, turning around to watch Taehyung pump his own cock with his hand. “Shit, I didn't see that mirror there.”
The full-length mirror placed on their right side, leaning against the wall suddenly becomes a lot more interesting to Taehyung now than it usually is when he spends time in the studio. Because the idea of fucking Jungkook in front of it immediately pops inside of his hazy mind. So he voices it out, hopeful for the positive answer.
“Hmm, you wanna get fucked in front of it? Want to see yourself with my cock inside of you?” Taehyung questions, getting up from his position on the couch to fully let go of his cock and come closer to Jungkook from behind. His long arms find the small of Jungkook's delicate waist in the next few moments when he traces the outline of his figure.
“Shit, yes, yes, yes-” Jungkook pleads, voice barely above a vague whisper. “Please, Tae, fuck me. I can't wait anymore.”
A grin dances around the corner of Taehyung's lips. He takes a look at them in the mirror and finds that they need to change their position a little bit to be able to see the show, presented by no one other but the model and the photographer themselves.
“Come here.” Taehyung spins them to the side, placing his own body behind Jungkook’s. He leans into the headrest, pulling Jungkook together with him but still as if to keep him in the front, letting the raven haired to be the one in the middle of attention, the star of their own performance. Jungkook’s face is tingly red, all over the skin on his cheeks, so Taehyung takes the role of being the one to connect their bodies. “Oh, fuck… You feel so good, your ass feels so good, Jungkook.” He mutters quietly, kissing the skin on the back of Jungkook's neck, right after letting the head of his cock slip past the tight opening.
However, he chooses not to move any further than that yet, giving Jungkook the permission to decide his own tempo and sink down on his length, which the younger one does just a few seconds after catching a big breath.
“It’s so fucking big…” Once seated on Taehyung's cock, finding solace in his lap, heated skin on the one radiating the exact same sensation back, Jungkook sighs contently. Taehyung doesn't stop kissing the wet locks on the nape of his neck in reassurance.
“Lean on my chest.” He says and Jungkook does so, resting his head back on Taehyung's supportive left shoulder. Taehyung wishes he was patient enough to fully take off all of his clothes. Now he would've been able to feel the goosebumps from Jungkook's back right on the skin of his heaving chest. “Yeah, just like that. Now look at yourself in the mirror.”
“Oh, god, so embarrassing…”
“What? Don't get shy on me now, Jungkook.” Taehyung chuckles in disbelief, turning his head to the side a bit to mouth on the younger one’s neck. “You let me take pictures of you like this, but can't look at yourself in the mirror.”
“It’s different…”
“How is it different? I want you to see how breathtaking you are.” The urge to move his hips grows enormously in the pit of Taehyung's stomach so he tests out the sensation with one light roll. It emits a throaty groan from Jungkook.
One movement follows the other one, then the third one and soon enough Taehyung is setting a good pace of thrusting inside the Jungkook’s tenderness. Jungkook is wrapped around his cock so perfectly, that Taehyung thinks they are made for each other.
A particular move of his hips makes Jungkook hiss and let out a sensual moan. Taehyung’s eyes find Jungkook's half-closed in the mirror and he watches as the expression on his face turns into a pleading one when he keeps prodding against that same spot.
“Fuck…”
“That's right, keep looking, baby.” Taehyung whispers, hooking one of his hands around Jungkook's perked up chest to hold his neck properly, not giving him a chance to remove the gaze from the sight unfolding in front of them. All the while the other one travels down the right outline of his hip, wrapping itself around the base of Jungkook's twitching cock. “Keep your eyes in front of you.”
“Oh, Tae… Feels so good…”
“It does, doesn't it?” He scoops the remains of Jungkook's cum on his fingers, spreading it around the length, giving it a few pumps. At the same time Jungkook squeezes the walls of his ass, tightly caging Taehyung’s own cock inside of him due to oversensitivity.
“M-Mhmm, shit…”
The tempo of Taehyung’s hips becomes relentless, only one thing is on his mind now and it's to bring the both of them to that white delight.
Taehyung wonders about how it would be to have Jungkook like this for eternity. He knows that one thing is for sure - he would never grow tired of it.
“Oh, baby, you look so sexy for me.” How convenient that we both like each other then. Jungkook’s words play in his mind on repeat. They make him think about something more, he dares to ponder over having Jungkook all for himself. Without any limits. And it all sounds insanely perfect in his brain. The only thing he needs is a reassurance from Jungkook, before he can even reconsider them in his hazy mind, the words come out on their own. “Do you think that we look good together, hm?”
Jungkook nods his head without hesitation, rapidly as if he was waiting for Taehyung to ask him that question the entire time. And something tells Taehyung that the confirmation is not said only because of the heat of the moment, but due to something that's unexplainably floating between the two of them. “I do, I do, Tae… And you fuck me so good…”
“I think I’ll come soon.” Taehyung announces, knowing that he won't be able to contain himself any longer and especially not now with the sparks flying all over in his brain. “Wanna come with me? Wanna come with hyung?”
Jungkook’s whole body from the neck where Taehyung is holding him and down to where his calves are, tenses and he turns his head to the side to find Taehyung’s lips, asking for a kiss.
The last thing Taehyung sees before closing his eyes are Jungkook's glossy ones as he presses their mouths together for a plea. “Please, come inside of me…” Those are the words which are pulling Taehyung’s orgasm out of him with one last thrust of his lower abdomen. He connects their bodies in a single most intimate act, grasping Jungkook’s own orgasm with his hands as they end up being coated with what's left of the angelic man’s cum. “Fuck, fuck…”
Taehyung holds him as close as he can to his own body, just rocking to the sounds of Jungkook’s deep breaths, waiting for him to calm down and come back to him from the depths of his pleasure.
“Just like that, baby. Ride it out with me.”
“Oh, fuck, I can't feel my legs anymore.” Jungkook voices out as his head falls back on Taehyung's shoulder, thighs trembling when he tries to adjust his position, still very much seated on Taehyung's spent cock.
But Taehyung reassures, smoothing the closest area of Jungkook's skin that he has access to with his wet lips. “You did so good for me, Jungkook.” Murmurs end up being tattooed into the saccharine, pearly canvas. “Lay down, let me find something to clean you up with, baby.” The couch is probably not the best piece of furniture for Jungkook to rest his drained vessel on, but Taehyung hopes to come back to him soon and provide some much more comfortable support with his own body.
They part their ways as Taehyung helps his model to lay himself down, immediately getting ready to run around the studio in the search of some much needed tissues he knows he has lying hidden somewhere around.
“Tae, I think I might pass out from exhaustion.” He hears Jungkook yell out and is ready to fight back with a protest.
“Hey! And who’s going to pose for my pictures? We barely took some decent ones.”
“Just use the ones you took now. They look better anyway.” Though he can't see the devilish expression on Jungkook's face, Taehyung knows that it is there.
An angel and a devil at the same time.
“I'm serious.” He says, coming back to the couch to sit down beside Jungkook.
He would deem himself crazy if he was to even consider sharing those pictures with another pair of eyes other than his own. They are for his private collection, as Jungkook has said before and Taehyung wouldn't dare to make it any other way.
“Well, I'm not joking either.” Jungkook turns his body to the side, looking at Taehyung with his eyes completely wide. His fingers slide further on the leather surface in a search for Taehyung’s laid out, right beside his thigh. And then he intertwines them, wrapping the smallest one around Taehyung's pinky as if he was to make a promise. “Fine, fine. But next time you are fucking me on a proper bed. This couch is so damn uncomfortable.”
“Next time?”
“Next time.” Jungkook lets out a hushed caress before he senses the unsure expression on Taehyung's eyes. And then he squints his eyes followed by a furrow of his eyebrows behind the thick locks falling over his forehead. “What? Did you think you would get rid of me so fast? Tae, we are only getting started.”
How convenient that Taehyung likes him back so much, he would trade the stars just so he could have Jungkook by his side like this forever.