Control (Taekook)

Eleven

Taehyungs eyes flew open at the action. What is happening? Why is Jungkook kissing him? And why does it feel so fucking good?

Well, no plan is the best plan, right? Taehyung gave a fuck it to the heavens and leaned his head slightly to the right, allowing the other more access.

And Jungkook wasn't stupid. He grabbed his chance the second the younger let him. He forced Taehyungs mouth open and pushed his tongue inside, exploring his cavity.

Taehyung moaned from the sensation Jungkook was giving him from only kissing. It felt like heaven, a feeling Taehyung wasn't at all used to. Even though he has had his fair share of men, none of them had made him feel like this so early, and it scared him a bit. But he wasn't going to care, right?

Taehyung was just going to live the moment without thinking, and right now the moment gave him pure pleasure.

Jungkook pulled away from the kiss and started on Taehyungs neck, slowly giving him soft butterfly kisses before things goat a bit more heated. He dragged a hand along Taehyungs torso, sneaking under his shirt and slowly caressing his side. Jungkook started to put a bit more force on Taehyungs neck, making his way down to his collarbones.

"Ah!" Taehyung gasped.

The feeling of Jungkook slowly biting onto his collarbone sent a shiver down his spine. It felt good, too good.

Jungkook kept leaving small marks on the youngers neck and collarbones, earning soft whimpers and gasps from the other. It was like music to his ears. He loved every sound that came out of his mouth. He wanted more. He wanted the sounds to get higher, heavier and more desperate.

Jungkook traced his fingers towards Taehyungs nipple. He softly grabbed it before squeezing it, warning him a more desperate moan.

Taehyung felt caged. But not the bad kind of caged. It felt good, even though it felt wrong. Everything had gone wrong this evening, so why not let it go to hell? Taehyung have sinned before, and Jungkook made hell feel a bit nicer than he would have thought.

"Jungkook-ah!" Taehyung pressed his eyes shut, wanting the feeling to devour him whole.

Jungkook smirked at the sounds, his eyes growing darker by each passing sound. He punched Taehyungs nipple a few times he suddenly let go and dragged his hand out of his shirt.

"What?" Taehyung hazily asked and opened his eyes slightly.

Jungkook locked his eyes in his and gave him a slight wink before grabbing a hold of Taehyungs shirt and dragging it harsh enough to make every button fly in all kinds of directions. The action made the younger let out a high-pitched scream.

Taehyung felt so exposed at the time. His bare chest was at full display, and he felt like he had lost every last ounce of strength and power. His legs started to shake in anticipation and he could feel a growing feeling in his lower region.

Taehyung watched the older through hooded eyes. A smirk plastered on his face and he was breathing heavily.

"Fuck me." Taehyung breathed.

Those two words awoke the at the moment resting animal inside Jungkook. His eyes grew impossibly darker and licked his lip, ready to devour his prey.

"As you wish, Taehyung." Jungkook growled.

In one swift move Jungkook grabbed a hold of Taehyungs body and pushed him onto the only available table in the room. They hadn't seen it before, as it was only a few dim lights lighting the room, but the table was filled with different paint brushes, tubes and splashes of not yet dry paint on wooden palettes. Taehyung could feel paint surge into his suit and some into his hair.