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"another one, mr. jeon?"
"on the rocks"
mr. jeon heard a mocking scoff coming from his right side, he raised his brow at the sound but didnt turn to look.
he kept his gaze on his phone, answering emails. whatever didn't seem to end up profiting him, he ignored. that's the kind of man jeon jungkook was.
"there you go, sir"
"arigato" he thanked, his face glued to the screen. another scoff was heard.
after a few more minutes of email answering, mr. jeon done with it. he never missed an opportunity to make business, even if it means during a night out in tokyo, celebrating his birthday.
he was suppose to relax, take some time off as his business partner always nagged him to. but he wouldn't know, jungkook thought to himself. he made sure not to cc his business partner (and friend) to any of the emails he replied to tonight.
it's not like jungkook was scared of yoongi, but he was his hyung. it was out of respect that he should hide that he did, in fact, ended up working on his short weekend in tokyo.
this weekend was a waste of time, but his wife insisted he needed some time off. off from work, and from everything else.
including her and their son.
he sighed, putting down the phone on the wooden bar and raised his whiskey to his mouth, the ice clinking. jungkook took a sip, then put the drink back down, making sure to position it exactly on the spot where it already made a watery stain.
just one of his many ocd habits.
now that he had no emails to reply to, he looked around the small space. there was only space for the bar itself, and no tables. a small, cozy, izakaya on one of the small streets away from busy shibuya.
then, his gaze fall to his side and at the source of the scoffing from before.
the male next to him seemed to be focused on spinning over and over again the red liquid in his glass. jungkook noticed his boyish features, telling him he can't be older than early 20s.
a boy who sat alone in a bar, in the middle of tokyo.
a grin crawled to jungkook's face when he took his time taking in the boy's beautiful features. he was hella hot, but also handsome. beautiful.
jungkook felt a kaleidoscope of butterflies in his body. his pulse goes thump-thump in irregular pace.
the pulse in his pants, on the other hand, was very steady and quick. the minute his eyes landed on the boy, he knew exactly what's going to happen.
maybe tokyo wasn't a bad idea after all.
jungkook shifted his body towards the boy, holding his glass and offering it for a 'cheers'. the boy, who wasn't oblivious to the gesture, turned to look at him.
"don't leave me hanging like this. drink with me"
"semimase, no english" the boy said in japanese.
jungkook was familiar with the language, but not enough to have an actual conversation. he held his phone to open the translator and typed, the app doing its work to switch from korean to japanese
--what does a doll like you is doing all by himself in a place like this?
jungkook handed the phone to the boy, who looked at the screen for a few moments before licking his lips and typing back
--and you?
ignoring jungkook's question and replying with a question, the boy glanced at him from under his lashes, tilting his head.
jungkook smiled, then typed
--i was looking for someone just like you. do you know any nice hotels nearby?
--i'm sure a man like yourself know his way around
jungkook raised a brow at the next line
--...and i only know the hotel outside of this bar
it was no secret that tokyo was filled with those 'love hotels', just like the one outside. implying knowing a place like that, meant the boy wasn't as innocent as he looked.
love hotels were usually used for hook-ups or young couples who couldn't have sex in their parents' houses.
you go in, rent a room for a few hours, fuck and leave.
everything inside the rooms was meant to serve its purpose. to let the rhythm of two bodies sweat into each other and forget themselves for those few rented hours.
tangled sheets, gasps and moans, sometimes of more than two people too.
there was nothing romantic about it, not really. a place where lust had room to exist.
jungkook had been in penthouses that cost more than the entire liquor in that bar, but none of them seemed to suit a boy like that one right now in this moment.
usually he wouldn't entertain himself in a place like this, but if the boy was hinting to go to a love hotel - jungkook wouldn't complain.
he watched as the younger wrapped his long fingers around the throat of his glass, slowly and purposely stroking it up and down.
the boy's eyes stayed down, acting oh so innocent, but a faint curl at the corner of his lips betrayed him.
he let out a chuckle. this brat was performing for him.
"dangerous game you're playing, doll"
the boy's fingers paused on the glass, then danced back down with a little flick, as though mocking jungkook.
"no english"
jungkook chuckled. "it's ok, i didn't plan for us to do much talking anyway"
the boy ignored him, continuing moving his fingers slowly yet obviously performative for the man in front of him.
"so, should we go to the hotel you mentioned, get to know each other a little better?"
the boy looked at him with a cold expression, "no english"
the boy froze with the glass halfway to his lips when jungkook leaned closer casually. he placed his palm on top of the boy's, lowering the wine glass from his mouth to the bar.
"how much?"
the boy turned red for a moment, then, "no eng-"
"i asked how much, doll" jungkook said casually, swirling his whiskey with his free hand. his other one caressing the boy's knuckles.
"name the price, even though..." jungkook paused, looking down to the boy's lips he stained just lightly from lipstick and red wine, "you seem... priceless"
the boy frowned, "do i look like a fucking whore to you?"
"mmm", jungkook hummed, leaning back. "what happened to no english?" he shook his head, "little brat"
"fine. english" the boy said, annoyed
"so you tricked me"
"how did i trick you? i didn't want anything from you"
"so why say you can't speak english?"
"cause i also didn't want a conversation with you. so keep your dirty offers and hands to yourself, old man" the younger slapped jungkook's hand away from him and drank a small sip of his wine.
jungkook bit his lip to prevent himself from laughing, but the smile curled on his lips anyway. the boy was indeed interesting, looks and personality.
"do you want my honest opinion?"
"couldn't care less for it"
"you do look like a whore" the boy's jaw dropped, "with that silver see-through shirt, those tight fake-leather pants and your faint lipstick" jungkook paused to sip his drink has he locked his eyes on the boy's lips.
"but those set of petals... too pretty for cursing. so maybe not a whore, maybe just... a toy. and i don't pay to play with my dolls. so how about it now? no money. would that make you feel better?"
the boy was about to throw his drink at jungkook, but the older caught him before he could. "don't waste your wine, darling. don't act so cheap. and stop pretending to be all high and mighty.
it's obvious that you know the nearest love hotel around because you've been there before. and that you chose the cheapest drink on the menu because you're sitting here waiting to catch some big fish to take you to there and fuck you good tonight.
so save the act and finish your drink, doll. i'll order you a better one after i fuck you if you want me to"
the boy locked eyes with jungkook, he wasn't mad or offended. instead, he chugged the rest of his drink in one go.
jungkook's gaze lowered from his lips to his adam's apple. the boy seem a little sticky, sweaty. it was a hot september evening, after all. jungkook could see a trail of wetness from the boy's chin to his collarbone.
a little lower and he would be staring at the chest the shirt failed to cover properly. there was no need for it, though. he would be taking that shirt off of him very soon anyway.
"yoshi" the boy suddenly called the bartender, "one bottle of valerio adami" he said in fluent japanese, "the old man will pay for it". the boy smirked and looked back at jungkook.
"make that two" jungkook responded before raising his brows. "do you think you'd scare me off by ordering a 2 million dollars worth of whiskey?"
"what do you want from me, old m-"
"jeon. mr jeon"
"so? what do you want?"
jungkook brought his thumb to brush along the boy's jaw, forcing him to hold his gaze, "you"
after jungkook paid for two bottles and whatever the boy had before, the two walked outside and towards the hotel. the boy holding the two bottles, refusing any help from the older.
"i'm not going to take away my gift, doll. it just looks too heavy for a fragile thing like you-"
"fragile?" the boy chuckled, "mr jeon..." he halted, his back pressed to a light poll, he swings the bottles in his hand recklessly, mockingly.
"if you think i'm fragile, then this won't work"
"what do you mean?" jungkook stepped closer. "i mean, i don't want you to be scared to break me. if you're so eager to have me, then have me right. i don't think an oldie like you can give me what i want, but at least try, ok?"
"ok" jungkook smiled. "i'll do my best to fuck you good, doll"
"again with the doll? i don't like it"
jungkook leaned closer until his breath was against the boy's ear. "you'll take whatever i give you. starting with a nickname, and-"
"let me guess, you're huge massive cock" the boy rolled his eyes, obviously not impressed.
"you got it, doll" jungkook chuckled against his ear. he pulled away, just a little, before grabbing the boy by his chin and shaking his head, "behave and make my 4 million worth it"
"told you i'm not a whore"
"well, you sure act like one. lets go"
after paying for the room, jungkook and the boy walked to the elevator and waited. once it opened, the boy pivoted on one heel and gave jungkook a look over his shoulder, the two whiskey bottles swinging from his fingers.
"after you, mister jeon"
jungkook placed his hand on the small of the boy's back, guiding him forward without breaking eye contact, "you first"
the doors started to close but with his other arm he pressed them apart. for a short moment, the boy's smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of heat at the effortless strength.
he stepped inside, his see-through shirt revealing his broad back and the tight pants outline just perfectly his ass. jungkook slapped it, careful not to make the boy drop the bottles.
the doors sealed them into a box of reflection with four mirrored-walls, eight versions of them. jungkook's tie was slightly loosened, and the boy had the bottles hooked in one hand, his other hand wrapped around the side of his own neck.
jungkook pressed the button for their floor, his knuckles brushed the other's wrist. "hands"
"what about them?"
"give me"
the younger lifted his hand, the bottles clinking softly as a reminder.
mr jeon laughed and stepped into the boy's space until the his shoulder blades grazed the mirror. he reached slowly and closed his hand over the boy's. his palm swallowing the back of his hand.
the younger tried to shift his weight, but jungkook's body had already bracketed his. his suit jacket brushing the see-through fabric, the faint scent of whiskey carving a private atmosphere in the very small elevator.
"fine, just hold them if you're worried so much i'll drop them"
"you didn't want my help before"
"well, i say you can now. so take them"
"say please"
the boy scoffed. jungkook tapped the glass with his knuckle, "before your precious fingers get tired"
"whatever. i can hold it"
"i know, doll. but i want you to say it anyway"
"why would i?"
"because i told you to"
"mm. control freak, i see. not going to happen"
their floor number ticked up. the boy's gaze dropped to jungkook's mouth, then to the triangle of undone tie and open collar.
he raised the bottles until the cold glass kissed jungkook's jawline. "you're one expensive ice pack, cold and calculated" he murmured.
"and you are a very expensive 'not' a whore" jungkook returned, unblinking. he took the bottles from the boy's hand with a minimal force.
"you lost" the boy chuckled, "i didn't say please"
"it's ok, doll. you'll say it soon enough". jungkook's fingers pressed around the boy's hip before he told him to get out of the elevator towards their room number and followed him, watching that ass moving side to side in those tight fake-leather pants.
the door clicked shut behind them. the boy set the bottles down on a low table with a clink, then turned slowly to the other.
jungkook's gaze fixed on how messy those bottles looked at the table, and he couldn't resist walking there and fixing them so both labels show to the front, symmetrically.
he loosened his tie another inch, watching the boy take in the room's appearance. the hum of the air conditioner filled the space between the awkward silence.
the boy moved, pretending to look at the patterned carpet but really watching jungkook's reflection in the mirror above the bed. "do you always stare this much?"
"when the view's so nice, how can i not?"
"that line probably works on all your other dolls, but it's-"
"it's working now" jungkook said. he crossed the distance until his shoes almost brushed the other's. he could hear the boy's breath hitch when he wrapped his hands around his waist, pulling him until he could feel that godly ass against his crotch.
they looked at each other through the mirror on the ceiling. the boy allowed himself to rest his head a little in the little space between jungkook's shoulder and collarbone. "how old are you?"
"guess"
one of jungkook's hands came up, the fingertips tracing the edge of his jaw. "you can't be in high school and drink in bars"
"would you liked it if i was a high school student, mr jeon?"
"i would like you no matter what, doll" jungkook chuckled against his ear, biting it. the boy let out a shaky gasp, fuck, he wasn't suppose to be so easy but he was already hard.
"but no, i prefer you be in the right age for me. so?"
"22"
"liar"
"fine, fuck, im 20"
"so you just finished high school?"
"why? do you want to fuck me in my uniform?"
the boy could feel mr jeon hardening against his ass, he teased, pressing himself harder against the older. "hmm?"
"told you, doll. i'd like you either way"
the boy turned, now face-to-face, a heartbeat's space between them. the scent of whiskey and wine mixed in their breaths.
"maybe you're not as cold as i thought"
"and you're not as brave as you sound. it's ok to let daddy be in charge-"
the boy laughed loudly, moving himself all together from jungkook. "you did not just called yourself daddy. please tell me you are joking"
jungkook looked unfazed. he let the boy laugh while he went to sit on the bed, his legs touch the floor. he waited for the boy to finish until his teary eyes found jungkook's serious ones.
jungkook tapped his thigh, signaling the boy to come sit.
like some magic, the boy's smile flattered and he found himself gulping, walking towards the spot he was summoned to.
he sat with his legs around one of jungkook's thighs, facing the older. jungkook's hand lifted, brushing the sheer fabric at the shoulder. "this shirt was a bad idea, doll"
"why? you don't like it?"
"take it off"
"say please" the boy teased. jungkook kept his face expression serious and unamused. "you're funny at times, annoying in most. i think i liked it better when you couldn't speak english"
"rude!" the boy slapped the older's chest, not expecting it to be so... muscly and solid under the buttoned shirt. "fuck, you're built"
jungkook grinned, "i'll take mine if you take yours"
"aren't we both going to take it off eventually anyway?" the boy rolled his eyes a moment but a moment later he found himself yelping at the unexpected slap his ass got.
"stop running your bratty mouth. i like my dolls polite"
"i thought you'd like me either way-"
another slap, harder.
"mr jeon!"
another. "i can continue this, or you can shut those pretty petals and do as i say. take that shirt off. now"
and oh boy, with all his sass and glory, kim taehyung still very much liked when muscly daddy-material men manhandled him. so he did as he was told, because he knew that some wars worth losing, because some loses are actual wins.
he stood up, purposely slow, letting the sheer fabric catch the light of the room. he didn't look at jungkook yet, he looked at the mirror above them, at himself.
there's nothing that can turn kim taehyung more than himself.
"face me" jungkook said
taehyung rolled his eyes, but turned by a lazy spin that ended with his toes brushing the older's shoes. he set his palms on jungkook's shoulders for balance, and smiled.
"take it off"
"mm" the boy hummed, smug, "i plan to"
he lifted his hands to the top button. stopped. his mouth twitched. a performer. he looked down through his lashes, making sure the audience of one was watching just in way he wanted to be watched.
the collar loosened and a line of skin appeared, clean and honey-like. taehyung dragged his gaze up, looking into jungkook's eyes. button two off, then three, each one measured. he drew the edges apart to tease just enough the center of his chest.
jungkook's hands stayed where they were, flat on his own thighs. "too slow?" taehyung murmured.
"keep going" jungkook replied, cold that sounded expensive.
button four, five. the sheer fabric looked like curtains around the window that is his body. taehyung slid his fingers inside, his palms dancing on his own stomach. he rolled one shoulder and then the other, letting the fabric slide down just a fraction.
"stop stalling" jungkook said.
"don't i look hot like that, though?"
he stepped back one pace so jungkook could see all of him. jungkook looked unimpressed, and a little annoyed.
"turn around" jungkook said, lower.
he turned, offering his back. jungkook seated, legs spread, and the boy standing between his knees with his back to him before receiving another slap.
"if you want it off" taehyung said to him, through the mirror, "say please"
jungkook didn't react. he didn't look to the mirror, either. his gaze was fixed on taehyung's back.
"no please?" the boy pouted, side-glancing.
taehyung was annoyed. he didn't like jungkook's lack of interest in him all of the sudden. "would you say please, daddy?" he teased in a boyish tone.
jungkook's throat finally worked and let out a soft sound. his eyes had gone darker, heavier.
taehyung freed his arms, letting the shirt fall to the ground. he raked his fingers through his hair, through the long line of his neck, then slid those fingers down his own throat, once he saw jungkook was looking at him through the mirror.
he lifted his other hand and used two fingers to draw a wet path after sucking those. from his mouth to his nipple.
jungkook didn't move but his eyes did. they joined the route of taehyung's fingers. "ah" taehyung fake-moaned, bruising his own nipple. "ah- mr jeon"
"oh, fuck" jungkook groaned out loud, "come here, doll" he said, pulling the boy by his waist to sit back on his lap. his bare back pressed to jungkook's chest.
jungkook placed his head on taehyung's shoulder, watching the boy playing with his nipple. he planted kisses on that shoulder every few seconds, his hot breath tingling taehyung.
"how old are you?" he asked, halting his movement. his fingers resting on his stomach instead, almost touching jungkook's on his waist, but avoiding it.
"does it matter?"
"hey, i told you my age..."
"no, you lied about it and then told me your age"
"whatever, i still told you. come on, i want to know" he whined
jungkook kissed his shoulder once more, then moved to his neck, his mouth widening against the smooth, sweaty skin and he is licking it.
"i- mr jeon" taehyung whined, those damn pants too tight for his erection.
"turned 31 today" jungkook murmured against the delicious skin.
taehyung turned his head enough for their temples to touch, "so it's your birthday" he whispered. jungkook paused and looked at him with a smile, "apparently it is".
"why are you celebrating it alone?"
"i'm not" jungkook said. his breath stirred the hair behind taehyung's ear. "i have you, doll"
taehyung's laugh came out uneven, he shifted in his lap, pretending it was just to get comfortable, pretending he didn't notice the way mr jeon's hands tightened a fraction on his waist.
he then reached up, brushing a thumb along the line of the taehyung's jaw, then down the column of his throat. for the first time, taehyung noticed a wedding band around his finger.
"look at me" jungkook said quietly before taehyung could process. taehyung did.
"you really are twenty, right?"
"twenty-one in december" taehyung said, breathless.
satisfied, jungkook leaned in until his nose brushed taehyung's cheeck, inhaled the faint scent of wine coming out of his mouth.
"mr jeon-"
jungkook bit his jaw before taehyung could complete a sentence. "mr jeon, you-"
"hush doll, it's time to play"
that made taehyung's stomach flip. he tilted his head back slightly, his eyes closing as the air between them thickened.
jungkook moved all over. up and down, around, slow and fast, all enough to give taehyung every chance to pull away. he didn't. the touch stopped just under his ribs.
"how many times have you been in this hotel?"
"who said i ever was? i only said i knew it" taehyung smirked with his eyes closed.
"doll..."
"yeah?"
"how hard from 1 to 10 can i fuck you? i don't want to go too hard on you"
"11"
the older laughed softly against his skin, the sound vibrating through both of them.
the next few seconds were a blur of movement that wasn't a kiss but close. "you know, you almost sound sweet when you stop talking like a cold-stoned oldie"
taehyung reached back, hooked a finger around the loosened tie at jungkook's neck, and tugged lightly, whining for some reason.
taehyung turned slowly until they were face to face again. he stayed on jungkook's lap, his knees braced against the mattress for balance.
jungkook leaned back on his elbows, his weight sinking into the bed, giving the boy room to move. taehyung's fingers rose to the top button of the shirt. one button, then another.
jungkook's gaze didn't waver. he was watching the way taehyung made every button undone and by the time the last one slipped open, the shirt was on his shoulders, framing him and taehyung's hands hesitated just momentarily above his chest.
"you can touch, doll" jungkook chuckled, amused.
taehyung let his palms settle, exploring the warmth, the shape, the muscles. he traced the edge of his collarbone, the curve of his pecks, ran his fingers down the line of his abs until-
jungkook didn't move, he just watched.
"mr jeon" taehyung said, his gaze fixed on those abs. "you're so hot"
"yeah?"
"y-yeah" and there it was. a stutter. taehyung was losing his usual composure and melting into this man he met only an hour ago.
"for a man who seems to be a control freak, you're giving me a lot of control"
"i'm letting you do all the things i want you to" jungkook said, falling with his back flat to the mattress. his abs are stretched and on full display for taehyung and he can't help it but lower his head and bite them.
he feels the vibration of jungkook's laughter at his silly action, but he couldn't care less. he bites and licks and hums and feels himself hardening more and more.
"mr jeon" he whisperes against the glorious abs
"yes, doll?"
"will you fuck me now?"
"soon, doll"
"mm" taehyung lifted his head, looking at himself through the mirror. jungkook raised his upper body, taking off his shirt and tie. he watches taehyung, realizing the boy watching them both through that mirror.
he lifts his hands and wrap that tie around taehyung's neck. the silk tickled him as it slid behind his neck. jungkook's fingers didn't pull and lingered at the knot, adjusting it.
"what are you doing?"
"decorating my doll"
taehyung's hands came up, touching the tie where it lay against his collarbone. he curled the fabric between his fingers.
jungkook leaned back on his elbows again, his eyes tracking the movement. "keep touching" he said.
taehyung did, twirling the tie. "what's next, would you chock me with it?"
"depends"
"on?"
"how you'd behave"
"my behavior depends" the boy shot back, grinning.
"on?"
"how you'd fuck me"
their eyes flicked to each other. he shifted in jungkook's lap until their knees bumped, until the tie tugged lightly between them. he held it with one hand and held himself with the other using jungkook's chest.
the boy leaned forward just enough that his hair brushed jungkook's cheek. he licked jungkook's ear, then whispered in it, the wet spot felt sensitive once the hot breath reached it when taehyung said, "fuck me, mr jeon"
"gladly. just one more thing"
taehyung looked at him, waiting.
"say please" jungkook smirked
"ha! never" taehyung scoffed, raising his upper body back to a sitting position. jungkook still had a smug on his face, unbothered with taehyung.
"be a good doll and go bring one of the bottles"
"those were a gift, i'm not sharing" taehyung pout
"what's your name, doll?"
"why?"
"your name"
taehyung hesitated for a moment. he couldn't possibly tell him his real name, can't be caught in another lie.
"just call me doll"
"i thought you didn't like it"
"mr jeon!" taehyung whined
jungkook's smirk flattered, he pulled taehyung by the tie until the younger was flat against him. "you're starting to act childish. the bottle and your name, i won't repeat it again" he threatened, and suddenly, everything was too hot
too hot for taehyung to keep his cool
too hot for taehyung to think of a sassy comeback
too hot to do anything other than what mr jeon told him to
"ok" it came as a whisper. he stood up, rushing towards the table to bring one of the bottles. he wasn't sure whether he should re-position himself on jungkook or not, so he kept standing.
"give me"
jungkook grabbed the bottle from taehyung's hand and placed it on the bed next to himself. taehyung stood with his pants, topless and wrapped in jungkook's tie, confused, horny and impatient.
"mr jeon"
"your name"
"but i-"
jungkook stood up, grabbed taehyung by his chin, his fingers digging into the boy's skin just lightly before he used his force to push taehyung to the mattress.
taehyung's bare chest met the cheap material of the blanket as he felt a strong force on his back. he turned his head to see mr jeon sitting on top of him with an angry look.
"what's the point of this game you're playing, hmm? you think i can't take out your wallet and see for myself?" jungkook said, he placed a hand around taehyung's neck from behind, pressing his head harder to the mattress
taehyung let out a whine, fuck him this was hot but dangerous. they were basically strangers, yet he allowed himself to treat taehyung like that. the boy would lie to himself if he said he wasn't scared, just a little.
"t-tae" he let out, "my name is tae"
"tae" jungkook tasted his name in his mouth, letting go the hold on taehyung's neck.
the younger heard something and felt the pressure off of him. hesitant, he turned around to see jungkook stood up, his hand just finished taking off his leather belt and throw it to the ground.
"are you sure we're still on 11?"
before he could think of what he should answer, he nodded.
jungkook scoffed, his fingers quickly unbuttoning his pants and in one swift movement he took them off to the level of his ankles. he was left with boxers.
"tae-doll, take those tight pants off. no need for a show, i want it done fast"
taehyung nodded again, too eager and horny and scared. his pulse raising wild, the alcohol he had in him didn't help to ease the stress he was feeling.
one thing he forgot about though...
"fuck, and you say you're not a whore" mr jeon said lowly when the boy took the pants off, revealing his erection that stood proudly against his stomach. "where's your underwear?"
"i don't use-"
"i'm going to fuck you so good. so fucking hard" jungkook placed his palm against his own erected cock, above the material of his boxers.
"please do" taehyung said before he could think
"what was that, doll?" jungkook smirked
"please fuck me, mr jeon"
the tie hangs loose against taehyung's chest, going up and down as the younger keeps panting uncontrollably. he suddenly feels everything too strong, too hot.
jungkook puts an end of his inconsistent breathing when he decides to take his breath away and close the gap between them with a kiss. he hovers above taehyung on the bed, his knees pressing on each side of the boy's thighs.
jungkook's fat cock sits so perfectly between them, with every shifting above the boy, he can feel their erections against each other. so smooth, so hard.
their mouths clash and pull apart, then meet again. teeth on teeth, swollen lips, tongues moving so fast they weren't sure in which mouth they met anymore.
all they knew that it was hot and sweaty, and very needed.
taehyung feels the weight of jungkook above him, his hands lift to land on those muscles he'd been eying, pinching and squeezing and savoring the feeling of them in his hold.
jungkook's palm slides along the side of his face, letting his thumb brush his jaw until taehyung's lips part again. their kiss deepens even more, they consume each other.
every time jungkook moves, the bed shifts and creaks, the sound catching against their unsteady rhythm.
the tie slips higher, brushing taehyung's throat and when they finally break apart, their foreheads stay pressed together. jungkook watches him for a long second, his thumb tracing the corner of his mouth, his gaze lowers to the way his tie sits so beautifully and sinfully against the stranger.
"i like seeing my dolls dressed up in my clothes"
taehyung lets out a shaky laugh, his mind in the clouds. he forces his hips up to create more friction and movement of their crotches.
"mr jeon..." he whines, "please"
"look at you... suddenly so many pleases". taehyung doesn't answer, just pouts.
jungkook pulls on the tie to draw his head a little higher, closer. "please, what?" jungkook asks, teasing him with a grin.
"you already know what"
"do i?" the tie tightens around the boy's neck enough to make taehyung's feel it when he swallows.
taehyung bites his lips, he feels himself slipping into his head too much, their proximity and the whole scene where jungkook handles him so well made him that way, but he can't, he shouldn't. he doesn't know mr jeon well enough to show that side of him.
he closes his eyes, trying to control his mind as much as possible, to keep himself in this moment, in this persona of his. it's hard but possible.
jungkook looks at the boy underneath him in confusion, but says nothing. he lowers his hips until their dicks are pressed to each other. "such a pretty doll" he whispers against taehyung's ear.
with one hand he spreads taehyung's right thigh to the side and around his own waist. "keep it like that when i fuck you, hmm?" he kisses taehyung's eye.
"d-don't" taehyung snaps his eyes open, his brows frown. "don't go all soft on me now, mr jeon, please i-"
"hush, doll. i won't" he says, giving a light slap to taehyung's butt, then squeezes the spot, his forefinger tickling a spot a little too close to the boy's entrance.
"tae"
taehyung tilts his head to the side, a whimper escapes when jungkook presses even harder against his cock.
"want you to look at the mirror. want you to see how beautifully i fuck you"
"fuck, mr je-"
"want you to keep your eyes open the whole time, can you do that for me?"
taehyung nods eagerly.
"you're so pretty, tae. did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?"
"mr jeon-"
"and such a good boy, too. pretty and good. i'm gonna take care of you well"
shit.
shit, fuck, shit.
"m-mr jeon"
taehyung's breathing changes to short little puffs that don't match the pace of what was happening. jungkook notices the way his eyes dart away, unfocused.
"hey, tae, look at me"
taehyung blinks, his lips trembling around a nervous smile. "you feel alright?"
taehyung nods quickly then hides his face in jungkook's shoulder. his fingers curl around the fabric of the tie that's still between them. "you smell nice" he says almost too quietly.
"what's going on in that head of yours, doll?"
taehyung pulls away and blinks several times, like he's waking from a dream. "i'm fine" he finally says. "l-let's do it now"
jungkook leans back a little, watching him carefully. "you sure?"
"yeah" his hand moves like it wants to reach to kiss jungkook again, but he doesn't. it ends up on the tie instead, winding the fabric once around his wrist as he looks at it shyly.
"what's going on, tae?"
"n-nothing" he shakes his head violently, "you wouldn't get it"
"try me" jungkook already suspected what's going on. he pulled away from his position and sat, pulling taehyung's head to rest on his thigh. his cock softens, and so does taehyung's.
that new position makes taehyung's eyes flick up. his pupils are wide.
"tell me, doll"
"i just- i feel- umm..." he hesitates. "how do you feel, hmm?" jungkook reassures him everything is alright, his fingers settle in the younger's hair and he repeats the movement of closing and opening his palm on taehyung's head, spreading his fingers each time and sending a shiver on the boy's scalp.
"tell me, doll"
taehyung looks down at his body, the realization that both of them are still naked hits even harder. "don't call me doll right now. it's too much"
"ok"
"don't think i'm weird"
"i already think you're weird, doll-" taehyung flinches at the nickname again, "sorry", jungkook lowers his head to kiss taehyung's forehead, "it's a habit"
when taehyung feels jungkook's lips and warmth against him, he eases a little and closes his eyes. "sometimes i... i get lost in my own head. i'm fine, just give me a minute and we can still f-f-fuck"
"you're shaking"
"no, i'm not"
"you are" jungkook pulled the blanket and covered taehyung's entire body up to his neck.
"please stop looking at me like that" taehyung snaps from the embarrassment. this never happens to him with his one-night-stands.
it actually haven't happened in a really long time. ever since the last person he allowed himself to be open about it with used his weakness against him.
"i don't like when people see me like this"
"like what, do-, tae?"
"small". the word hangs in the air.
jungkook doesn't say anything for a moment. he just watches the way taehyung curls tighter around himself under the blanket.
when a few seconds pass in silence, taehyung lets out a slow exhale. "i'm sorry. you didn't sign up for this"
"for what?" jungkook brushes his thumb on taehyung's forehead, right between his frowned brows. "it's all good, tae-"
"just give me a few minutes and we can still f-"
"tae" jungkook says, "you don't owe me a performance or anything. stop and relax"
taehyung shakes his head, rubbing at his face. "you're gonna mess with my head even more if you keep talking like that"
"what happens when that happens?"
"i-- i'll be even more- more like-"
"just let yourself be"
"n-no" taehyung glances up, his eyes glossy, something in him flickers, "i don't know you mr jeon"
"right. that's fair"
there's a silence again.
"mr jeon?" taehyung asks after a long time, when he realizes his eyes were closed and the room is now pitch black.
"still here" jungkook's voice came from the other side of the room. "are you all better now?"
taehyung nods, then realizes he can't see him, "yeah, thanks"
"so-"
"if you want to fuck me now, you can"
he hears jungkook groans in frustration. taehyung chuckles lightly, but that grin disappears a moment later when he suddenly feels a warmth, another body against his own, from underneath the blanket
"m-mr jeon!" he yelps when the older places himself between taehyung's legs, spreading them wide. "i'm not going to fuck you, tae"
"but i- fuck! fuck!"
jungkook wraps his mouth against taehyung's half-hard shaft and started to suck on the tip. his mouth felt warm and wet at the same time.
taehyung could feel that mr jeon was dressed, at least with his shirt, which disappointed him just a little, but he couldn't focus on that now when the hot daddy-material man was pleasuring him so well.
the sound of jungkook's movement around his dick sounds so lewd and dirty and he likes it, he loves it. it made him grow hard in the older's mouth.
he moans, soft at first, but when the older raises his pace, moving his entire upper body and rubbing it against taehyung's thigh so his mouth moves as fast and aggressively as possible, the moans becomes louder and louder
"ah-- ah, shit, yeah, fuck-"
jungkook smiles against his base, he pushed all the way down, his chin rubbing against taehyung's balls only for a moment, and a moment later his right hand starts teasing the said balls while his mouth goes back to movement.
"mr jeon, ah! ah! i- fuck!" taehyung moans and moves his hips to the rhythm of jungkook's movement, he feels pathetic but he can't help it. he wants to feel more, so he traps jungkook's head between his thighs
his feet on jungkook's shoulder-blades, tapping more and more as his hips move down into jungkook's mouth
he can feel jungkook's mouth sticky and wet, and then he realizes something.
"d-did you, ah, shit! m-mr jeon, wait-"
jungkook pauses, his head still under the blanket so they can't see each other, but taehyung knows he's waiting for him to continue.
"did you drink my fucking whiskey?"
there a second of silence before jungkook laughs and digs himself back onto taehyung's cock. "yah! it was a gift for me, how f-fucking rude, holy shit, just like that- mr jeon, p-please"
taehyung whines, half for the whiskey, half for way jungkook just wrapped his sticky tongue around his shaft and moved it in circles from base to tip
"gonna come" he warns in case the older has a problem with swallowing
"gonna- shit, mr jeon i-- fuck!" taehyung spills inside jungkook's mouth. the older wides his lips further, enjoying drinking taehyung's cum, enjoying letting is spill out on his chin.
he digs his head on him again, sucks all the way down to the base and helps him ride out his high into his mouth until he sucked it all.
taehyung can feel him shifting from underneath the blankets, and a moment later he feels his presence above him.
"mr jeon? woah-"
jungkook captures his mouth in a kiss, and spills half the cum into taehyung's mouth. they make out, not caring about the mess and stickiness it causes.
jungkook sits back first while taehyung lies there for a while, his chest rising and falling too quickly, trying to remember how to breathe normally. the silence feels weird after the sounds that filled it minutes ago.
eventually jungkook stands and moves around the room, looking for his phone while taehyung shifts onto his side and watches him, not sure what to say. he thought maybe to thank him, but it feels weird.
when jungkook finally locates his phone in the darkness, he goes back to bed with it and starts answering some emails. "you should sleep" he says, looking at the boy who lies on his side on stares at him.
taehyung snorts
"i don't sleep with my dolls, but it's too late to send you off with a taxi. so just sleep" jungkook says, not looking at him.
"wow. classy"
"don't make me change my mind"
"maybe it's you who should leave and i'll stay here?" taehyung pushes
"i payed for the room"
taehyung grins, tugging the blanket up to his chest. "right, and i'm just the whore"
"right" jungkook says coldly, and the grin on taehyung's face flatters.
minutes pass in quiet and taehyung shifts to turn to the other side, his back to jungkook.
he wants to act like he's offended so the older will feel bad and say something nice again, but when the minutes pass and nothing changes, taehyung leans up a little and turns to look at him again.
"you're married"
jungkook looks down from his phone, and exhales through his nose. "i am"
"does he know you're a cheating bastard?"
"she"
"wha-" taehyung chokes, "what?"
"she" jungkook repeats, his phone finds a spot on his lap and he crosses his arms on his chest. taehyung sits up more, "does your wife knows her husband likes to suck dicks?"
jungkook's jaw tightens. "if you push it too far, i'll kick you out without even a ride home". taehyung studies him for a moment then shrugs.
"not my fucking problem anyway"
"correct. hush now"
"fine" taehyung mutters, lying back. "oh, by the way- fuck you!" he says then turns his back to jungkook.
it's 7am when jungkook wakes up to an empty room. the first thing he notices is that his phone is still there, but it doesn't take a genius to know that that's probably the only thing the boy left behind.
jungkook stands and confirms it- taehyung left with the two bottles and jungkook's wallet. no note, no goodbye.
it's better like this anyway. right?