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"Again"
A dead silence had fallen between them. Both men were frozen in their position and their stares fixated on each other unwaveringly.
Jeon Jeongguk was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed under him and admiring the dark brown irises of Kim Taehyung who had propped himself on his elbows now. Jeongguk's eyes seemed to pierce through him as his gaze was too intense and demanding.
Taehyung, on the other hand, was trying to process what he just heard. Jeongguk, his enemy, his rival, who Taehyung had just fucked was asking for a second round.
No, not asking. Demanding.
I mean, it wouldn't be strange at all if the person suggesting another round was not his enemy. I mean they weren't even supposed to meet and talk to each other like this, much less fuck. But all the wrongness of the situation aside, Taehyung was already considering it. Because despite how exhausted he felt moments before Jeongguk had said the word, another good fuck was worth it. That sinful body that seemed to suck him in every time they were together like this, was worth it.
Taehyung chuckled, shattering the deafening silence.
"Again? Your ass would literally break, if it hadn't already" Taehyung mocked.
Jeongguk rolled his eyes. "You really believe you're that big?"
"Bitch my dick should come with a choking hazard" Taehyung stated.
"Isn't that the sign small objects have?" Jeongguk asked.
Taehyung glared at Jeongguk. "Fuck you"
"Gladly" Jeongguk said and climbed on top of Taehyung. His ass was pressed to Taehyung's dick, which was already hard. "Now are you going to fuck me or not?"
Taehyung smirked. "Needy are we, baby boy?"
Jeongguk didn't reply. Instead he rolled his hips once earning a moan from Taehyung and leaned down to kiss him.
Taehyung was more than happy return it with the same intimacy. Jeongguk sucked on his bottom lip and rolled his hips again. Their crotches rubbed together causing both of them to gasp in to each other's mouths. They continued devouring each other's mouths, in a lust-driven state.
Taehyung's hands roamed on Jeongguk's back, he loved the way Jeongguk's back muscles flexed under his hands, each time he moved.
Jeongguk broke the kiss and started attacking his neck with kisses. He trialed kisses down his neck and chest leaving red marks along the way. It was only fair that Jeongguk gets to mark Taehyung up after he marked Jeongguk.
Much to Jeongguk's brief surprise, Taehyung let him do as he pleased. He didn't push Jeongguk away or try to take control, like Jeongguk expected him to. He just kept panting hard every time Jeongguk's plump lips and teeth made contact with the pale fabric of his skin. So Jeongguk took advantage of the situation and kept leaving marks on the already irritated skin.
Taehyung was trying his best to not moan from Jeongguk's sweet torture. The process had been going on for a while and Taehyung was painfully hard against his stomach. He needed something more than Jeongguk's lips on his upper body. Jeongguk was avoiding the good parts purposefully. It irritated Taehyung. He had had enough of Jeongguk's torture.
"Enough" He growled making Jeongguk to look up.
Jeongguk's doe eyes were met with dark brown ones, pooled with lust. Taehyung wasted no time to drag Jeongguk up and capture his lips in a kiss.
"Get on me, baby boy" Taehyung muttered between kisses.
Jeongguk drew away then, and sat up. He tore open a packet of condom with his teeth and took out the elastic material. After making sure Taehyung's eyes were fixated on his work, he placed the condom on his tip. When he leaned down, Taehyung was confused about what the younger was up to until Jeongguk started unrolling the sheath down Taehyung's dick with his teeth alone.
"Fuck" Taehyung swore, seeing Jeongguk literally trying to blow his mind- and his dick without even touching him.
After successfully unrolling the condom and nearly making Taehyung milk himself, he looked down at his work and smirked proudly as if he just sculptured some Greek God. Then he hoisted himself up and took Taehyung's member in one hand. He slowly lowered himself until Taehyung's tip was pressed against his puckered hole. He gasped at the contact. He pressed down and felt Taehyung's dick ease into him slowly and smoothly. An involuntary moan escaped Taehyung's mouth as he felt Jeongguk's heat welcoming him. He had taken hold of Jeongguk's hips as he lowered himself on Taehyung. He gasped as Taehyung's tip slid upon a bundle of nerves. He kept easing himself down with Taehyung's support until he completely bottomed out, making both Taehyung and Jeongguk gasp and moan.
Jeongguk stayed still for a few seconds, still breathing heavily. Even though both of them hated to admit it, they needed to adjust for a few moments. A few long seconds passed between them as they shared silence tainted by heavy breathing.
"Whenever you're ready, baby" Taehyung's voice was smooth like a snake.
Jeongguk opened his eyes and nodded. He hoisted his hips and lowered himself down again. Both males groaned as Jeongguk repeated the process until he was fucking himself on Taehyung's dick.
"Jesus Fucking Christ" Jeongguk allowed himself.
Jeongguk was seeing stars every time he lowered himself, proof of his prostate being abused. He threw his head back and kept riding Taehyung and oh how long had he been waiting for this moment... To ride Taehyung like this, to watch him get ruined as Jeongguk fucked himself on his enemy, to feel his nails digging into Jeongguk's hips as he helped Jeongguk to ride him. Oh Jeongguk's fantasies were coming true.
"Didn't know you had a Jesus kink" Taehyung's comment almost went unheard for Jeongguk but he was too busy lost in pleasure to reply to Taehyung's joke.
Jeongguk's thighs were starting to hurt so he unconsciously slowed down the pace. He was more than surprised when outof nowhere long fingers wrapped themselves around his throat tightly. He was pulled down and Taehyung started thrusting upwards, fucking into him. Jeongguk wanted to protest but he didn't exactly have a choice because if he kept going, the pace would only slow down more.
The hand around his throat was making it hard for him to inhale but the burn felt oh so good. Taehyung kept choking him as his climax was approaching. Jeongguk wasn't aware of the choking kink he had until now.
"Gggh- c-cah" Jeongguk found himself unable to form identifiable speech for the hand around his neck was crushing his pipes.
But Taehyung understood him and started to jerk Jeongguk off. The stimulation was too much for Jeongguk to handle so he came all over Taehyung's hand and stomach. Taehyung followed soon after.
The hand around his neck loosened. Jeongguk let himself fall into the space beside Taehyung, feeling like he was about to pass out from the exhaust that crashed upon him like a thousand bricks. But he felt great, the sex was simply great. Better than anything he'd done with anyone before; beyond this world.
Their panting turned into heavy breathing and then it was soundless in the room. It must have been minutes after, Taehyung was closing his eyes again, when he felt Jeongguk was sitting up. He opened his eyes and his sight was met by Jeongguk limping hurriedly to the bathroom.
Taehyung guessed Jeongguk wasn't the person to cuddle after sex. A few minutes later Jeongguk stumbled out of the bathroom, a towel loose around his bruised hips. He wordlessly limped around the hotel room in search of his clothes, letting out a small "ow!" every time he walked too fast. Then he wordlessly got dressed, turning away from Taehyung. Then he wordlessly walked up to the door.
"Wait!" Taehyung had now sat up, still naked and cum-covered. Jeongguk stopped in his tracks. "Where are you going?"
"None of your business" Jeongguk said monotonously.
"What?" Taehyung was confused. How could he leave like that? As if nothing happened between them? Like they didn't just have sex? Twice? "Does this mean nothing to you?" he gestured around him frantically; at the mess of a bed that he was currently sprawled naked across.
Jeongguk shrugged. "Not really"
Taehyung ignored the pang of hurt he felt in his chest. "But we just had sex"
"So what? It's just a one night stand. People do that every day. This means nothing" Jeongguk said.
Taehyung knew he was being childish, pressing further on the matter. Jeongguk was right. But still... "But-"
"Taehyung" Jeongguk warned.
Taehyung couldn't help but notice that this was the first time in a very long while the younger boy had called him by his real name. Taehyung. It was always Kim or some insult. But the small amount of joy he felt was quickly drowned by Jeongguk's next words; hurt overtaking him again.
"What just happened was a mistake. And we both know why it was so. It should remain a mistake. I know I wanted this so badly and I have no self-control. And- and I can't believe that this was the second time this happened. I regret this, okay? You should too. No matter how much we wanted it. This-this will not happen again. You know the consequences if we get found out. I should be hating you, Taehyung" Taehyung felt Jeongguk's voice break. Then without another word, Jeongguk was gone.
Thenoise of the door banging shut was loud and unforgiving. The silence thatfollowed was suffocating.
Taehyung found himself staring at the ceiling after Jeongguk was gone. Hewas drowning on his thoughts, feeling remorse. The cum on his stomach was drying and it was plain disgusting. But he couldn't focus on that. Jeongguk's words kept playing in his head over and over again like a broken record.
I regret this
It was a mistake
Taehyung knew this. He had accepted it. Jeongguk was nothing but right. This mustn't happen again. Taehyung won't let it happen, he thought.
But...
But what is this pain in his chest that makes him feel so uneasy?
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It was almost six in the morning when Jeongguk arrived at his house. The bodyguard who had picked him up from the hotel rushed to open the front door of the Jeon mansion for him. He weakly stumbled inside. Exhausted both physically and mentally, all he needed now was a good night's sleep. Wait, it was morning.
He was exhausted physically from all the sex and dancing and mentally exhausted after fighting with himself about how he should never sleep with Taehyung again, on the ride back home. He had to gather up a lot of strength to leave Taehyung like that and to tell him what he said. The bitter truth. It was painful.
But then it was only sex. A natural human urge that his twenty-three old self was trying to satisfy. He kept telling himself this over and over again for the last thirty or so minutes that he was accustomed to it. He believed it. But he felt drained.
He didn't have any kind of feelings towards Taehyung. No. But he was just ashamed that what happened had to happen. The guilt was eating up on him worse than the last time, knowing he made the same mistake twice.
What's the worst thing he could do than sleeping with his enemy? Doing it twice. So the argument between his heart and mind had been a catastrophe.
Well, maybe, just maybe a minute part of him felt a pang of hurt leaving Taehyung with that broken expression on his face. But that part can be ignored. He is Jeongguk's enemy that he hates anyways. And he knew Taehyung hated him too.
The bodyguard locked the door behind him and walked past him, probably to his quarters, leaving Jeongguk in his privacy. He walked to the living room, dimly lit. A pang of pain shot up his lower regions with every step he took, a reminder of his wrongdoings a few hours prior.
He tried to ignore it his best as he made it to the grand staircase leading to the rooms of the owners of the house. He gripped the railway and started to make his way upstairs but he was stopped in his tracks.
The figure descending the stairway was one he had seen too often in the household. However her attire was what Jeongguk found unnerving. A woman, who was in her early thirties, wearing a silk robe, the front open revealing her lacy bra and panties was coming down the stairs.
Jeongguk tried to look away from the unwanted scenery but failed as she stopped right in front of him. She made no effort to cover her almost-naked body and it disgusted Jeongguk.
"Jeongguk" Her voice was sweet like candy. But it was the kind that you felt like throwing up after having a taste, for its way too sweet.
He looked up to meet her eyes. "What?" He said, irritation too evident in his voice.
She smiled sweetly. "That's no way to talk to your step mother"
Jeongguk laughed humorlessly. Step mother? Who the fuck does she think she is? She's nothing more than a gold-digging slut.
Youngae, she was called. A doll-like face that anyone would fall for and a body that would make a gay man straight. She was his father's mistress. Or more like fuck toy because that's all she'll ever be. Besides she was more than 15 years younger than his father.
Jeongguk's mother and father weren't divorced. They still lived together to show off to the outside world that they are living a perfect married and family life. But they were living their own lives. His mother knew about Youngae, but there was no further discussions about the matter in the household. Maybe because his mother was exhausted after so many fights leading to the same result: heartbreak and his father calling his mother a jealous bitch because he gets a better pussy than hers.
His mother currently had gone on a vacation with her friends so the other woman resided here for the time being.
He ignored her and walked past her only to be stopped by a thundering voice "Where have you been?" It was his father; the only man he truly feared in this world.
Jeongguk looked up to meet his father's figure that was at the top of the stairs, a pajama suit cladding his body.
"Out" Jeongguk started climbing the steps.
"Who were you with?"
"No one"
"Don't lie to me, son"
"Does it matter? She was a Nobody"
Jeongguk's father seemed to relax at that and Jeongguk thought that his father was going to let him go until-
"Did you meet that Kim girl?"
Kim Jennie. His father had been wanting Jeongguk to meet her and start a relationship with her. As if it was that easy.
"No, Father"
"What the fuck are you doing then?" His father growled. Making Jeongguk tensed. "How many times should I tell you to take her out on a date? Sleep with her and do something so she won't be able to leave you. Even her father thinks you're a good boy. I should be planning your marriage now if you knew how to do shit the way you're told for once in your life"
Jeongguk was standing a few steps down from where his father was standing. He kept his gaze on the ground, too scared to look up.
"For fuck's sake, boy, get her before that Kim Dog Shit gets her. He's trying to fuck her too. The Kims are trying to marry off their son to the girl as well"
This made Jeongguk look up. "What?"
"You heard me, boy. We can't lose to them"
Jeongguk shouldn't be surprised by this. Jennie's family was rich. Marrying her would not only give them more fame, but also would mean their company has a second backbone, in case something goes wrong. Besides, Jennie is a model. She's famous. Marrying her would be like bonus bonus bonus.
Jeongguk kind of pitied her. It seemed like she was just an object in everyone's eyes to gain money and fame. Jeongguk knew Jennie from childhood, mainly because his company and RM Corporation had been close for a long time. Jennie was nice. She's beautiful, sweet, always polite, a good girl. But she's known to be annoying and stubborn. He and Jennie weren't friends or anything. But somehow he couldn't help but pity her.
On the other hand, Jeongguk couldn't help but notice the pang he felt in his chest at his father's words about Kim. Jeongguk couldn't quite decipher what it meant. All he knew was he wasn't supposed to feel that. He shouldn't feel anything at all when it came to Taehyung. Well, except hate. He's supposed to hate Taehyung.
Jeongguk nodded and gathered up courage to walk past his father. At last when he reached his room, he ripped off his clothes and ran to the bathroom. He probably smelled like Taehyung and he felt the need to rub off any fragment that reminded him of his rival.
But with every breath he took the only essence he could feel entering his nostrils was Taehyung's smell. The way he smelled after sex, his sweat, his perfume, his-
The way his hands caressed his body and the way his fingertips brushed him like feathers. The way his full lips marked their territory.
The way they kissed so passionately like they were lovers. The way it felt so natural even though Jeongguk wasn't a fan of kissing his one night stands. The way their mouths fit so perfectly as if they were made for each other. And the way he wanted to kiss Taehyung for hours on end just to savor the flavor of Taehyung.
As unwanted thought after thought crossed his mind, he scrubbed himself more frantically and shook his head like a madman to sway away the thoughts of Taehyung. He stopped abruptly, after realizing he's just acting insane.
He dried himself, finally managing to distract himself from thoughts of Taehyung. He came to face the mirror and took a glance at his naked self. He gaped at the man before him.
His whole body was littered with marks, red and purple blotches and his hips, blemishes in the shape of hands were tattooed to his skin. He sucked in a breath, memories of the amazing night he'd had flooding back to him.
He looked away, anger flaring his whole body. Anger, directed towards himself and only him. He felt disgusted in himself. Then he was angry at himself. He felt guilty. A small part of him relieved he got to fool his father into thinking he fucked a girl. Another part telling him everything's still fine.
The flood of emotions blended together, weighted him down and he felt like dropping to the bathroom floor. Instead he gripped the marble sink, and felt a hot tear trial down his cold cheek.
His life sucked. It always had, having to pretend to be something he's not. The weight of a Company on his shoulders since he was 21 and now Taehyung. Jeongguk couldn't figure out what category Taehyung belonged to. The category which made his life a living hell or the one that included small escapes from the normal everyday hellish life.
A few hours ago he seemed like a great euphoric escape but now he seemed to be a cause that's making Jeongguk's life more of a hell than it already is.
Either way, all he knew was that Taehyung shouldn't be a part of his life at all. Whether be it for the better or worse.
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Shit just got real :/
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