"What the fuck are you trying to do?" Jeongguk hisses, pressing his thigh between Taehyung's legs, pressing against his growing hardness.
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And Taehyung moans.
He could have said one of the million things whirling around in his head, but suddenly, all he can focus on is the feeling of Jeongguk's fingers around his neck, thumb pressed against his pulse point, the heat licking at his belly, and he moans again, the sound stuttered and desperate.
Jeongguk's grip loosens for a moment in surprise, before tightening again, and he presses his body closer, until his thigh is nestled even more firmly against the bulge forming in Taehyung's pants.
"You like that?" Jeongguk asks, mildly surprised, but his voice is dangerous, sickly sweet and Taehyung feels like he's going to pass out but Jeongguk's voice holds him up, holds him in this limbo of bad decisions and he can't think straight. He can never think straight when it comes to. Jeongguk.
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Taehyung whimpers and Jeongguk's grip tightens.
"You do like that, don't you," he hisses, eyes wicked with intent, and Taehyung's breathing stutters as he's filled with an overwhelming need, a torrent of desire for this man so intent on destroying him, and Taehyung wants to be destroyed, in every possible way. Like he's offering. his body and soul to the Devil himself, but Jeongguk pressed up against him feels like heaven.
"J-Jeongguk," Taehyung moans again, chest seizing as he's overwhelmed with feeling.
"You want me to fuck you, Taehyung?" Jeongguk asks, voice soft and dangerously sharp. "Want me to fuck you until you're crying and begging me to stop?"
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