Hello, everyone!~♡ I'm back with another chapter for this story~♡ I'm excited to announce that I have released the first chapter of Wish you were here~♡ If you could please go check it out and see if you like it.♡🥺 But even if you don't, I still love you anyway~♡ Always because I'm just happy that you're here and existing~♡ This chapter will have sexual content and may even be the turning point of Jungkook's feelings for Tae~♡ But we'll see.🤣😂 Hopefully, you all enjoy~♡
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After all Jungkook's measurements were taken, the elderly tailor walked over towards the door. "I'll be back with some clothing that suits your stature or if you like, we can produce you a custom suit instead," the tailor stated before opening the door. "I'll be back shortly," he added, closing the door behind him and leaving the two males alone once again.
Jungkook glanced over at Taehyung, who had shifted to a more open stance after some time. The seamster's attention hadn't been invested in Taehyung once since he'd entered the room and that gave Taehyung the capacity to breathe a little easier and relax more. Taehyung glanced up at Jungkook, who now stood in front of him with his hands in his pockets. Both of them staring at each other with a silent passion.
Taehyung shifted to a closed stance once more, allowing Jungkook to sit on the couch next to him again. "How long do you think he'll be gone?" Jungkook asked, taking the seat next to Taehyung. Taehyung shrugged, his breath hitching as Jungkook's hand laid on his thigh once more. "I- I don't know," Taehyung answered softly. "It depends on how complex your distributions are and how long it'll take him to find adequate apparel," Taehyung added, his legs shifting open absentmindedly.
Jungkook's pinky brushed against Taehyung's clothed erection as he stimulated the upper part of Taehyung's inner thigh. Taehyung gasped softly at the reignited sensation of passion as Jungkook leaned forward and planted a feverish kiss on Taehyung's lips once more. His free hand held Taehyung's face steady as he stood from the couch and pressed into Taehyung, shoving him further into the couch. Jungkook rooted his knee firmly between Taehyung's legs, moving his other hand from Taehyung's thigh. Jungkook hooked the underside of Taehyung's thighs and pulled him firm against his knee.
Jungkook pulled away from the kiss to make sure his knee was nestled firmly against Taehyung's erection, giving the elder male something to grind upon. He panted softly down at Taehyung with an alluring smirk. Taehyung panted softly as well, his head leaned back onto the back of the couch as he stared up at Jungkook with sultry eyes. He weakly lifted his head off the back of the couch, continuing to stare at Jungkook with lustful eyes. "We'd better be quick," Jungkook stated matter-of-factly, his hands quickly yanking Taehyung's shirt out from his waistline. "That old man has bad timing already," Jungkook added, slowly moving his hands up Taehyung's now untucked shirt. He caressed the newly exposed skin, Taehyung shivering with a soft moan as Jungkook moved one hand towards Taehyung's pert nipple.
Jungkook watched Taehyung's eyebrows knit together as he playfully twisted Taehyung's nipple in his fingertips. Jungkook's other hand drifting lower as Taehyung trembled once again from the stimulation. "Jungkook," Taehyung whispered sensually, his hand gently gripping Jungkook's wrist. "I don't th- think we should do this h- here," Taehyung added, panting softly as Jungkook continued to twist Taehyung's perky nipple between his fingertips.
Jungkook smirked when he felt Taehyung's length throb against his thigh, his hand that Taehyung gripped stopping at his beltline. "What was that? I didn't quite hear you over your panting," Jungkook teased, dipping his fingertips into Taehyung's pants now. Taehyung still gripped Jungkook's wrist but he wasn't resisting Jungkook this time as his legs stretched wider once more. Jungkook glanced down at Taehyung's hand that had now moved from his wrist and hooked the back of his neck. Taehyung tilted his head back with a low gasp, unwittingly exposing his neck to Jungkook as he moaned softly. When Taehyung tried to raise his head to draw Jungkook into an intense kiss, Jungkook stooped forward but pressed his lips against the heated skin of Taehyung's neck.
Taehyung gasped loudly as Jungkook's fingertips grazed his length. Taehyung panted softly as Jungkook sucked the spot he'd bit on his neck, trailing his kisses, sucks, and bites towards Taehyung's jawline. Jungkook admired the marks he left behind on Taehyung's skin before kissing Taehyung's slightly parted lips and working to unbutton Taehyung's pants now. Without breaking the kiss, Jungkook slowly lowered himself back onto the edge of the divan, sliding his hands up Taehyung's thighs. Jungkook scooped his hands under Taehyung's thighs with one around his back, sliding Taehyung smoothly into his lap to straddle his hips.
Jungkook's hand then moved to unzip his already unbuttoned pants as their tongues danced with each other, a soft moan escaping both their throats. Jungkook's hand slowly eased the zipper all the way down before roughly yanking Taehyung's shirt open and scattering the buttons everywhere. Taehyung broke the kiss when he jolted against Jungkook's erection, panting softly as they stared at each other with lustful eyes. Jungkook slid his hands underneath the opened flaps of Taehyung's shirt, gently caressing the newly exposed sun-kissed skin with curious fingertips. Taehyung shivered as the sensation caused goosebumps to disperse across his skin, his nipples growing erect from the ticklish sensation. Jungkook's fingertips grazed up Taehyung's torso causing the elder to quiver with desire as Jungkook took one of Taehyung's pert nipples between his index finger and thumb, rolling it roughly.
Taehyung shuddered violently from the sensation, a deep, guttural moan ripping past Taehyung's sealed lips. Taehyung was trying to remain quiet as Jungkook's other hand slowly trailed downward by his fingertips, relishing the effect he had on Taehyung. Jungkook's fingertips sensually traced shapes on Taehyung's torso while his other hand playfully continued to twist Taehyung's sensitive nipple between his fingers. Jungkook's eyes narrowed seductively as his hand that trailed down Taehyung's stomach dispersed more goosebumps rippling from the sensual touch. Taehyung panted desperately with desire from the building anticipation. "Mmm," Taehyung moaned softly as Jungkook's hand firmly gripped his length. Taehyung's entire body jolted with pleasure as his hands rubbed Jungkook's chest before one of Taehyung's hands crept around his neck. He clasped Jungkook's neck firmly as Jungkook's hand dragged upwards on Taehyung's length. Using his thumb, Jungkook massaged Taehyung's slit and circulated precum over the head before moving his hand downwards towards the base of Taehyung's cock.
Taehyung's nails dug into the back of Jungkook's neck haphazardly as he panted at the excruciatingly slow pace of Jungkook's hand, a vivacious, intense whine abandoning Taehyung's lips to try and encourage Jungkook's rhythm. Taehyung whimpered softly, panting heavily with his head tilted back in desperation, grinding his hips against Jungkook's own. Jungkook smirked as he leaned closer to Taehyung's neck, continuing his listless pace and sighing heavily into Taehyung's neck. The sensation of Jungkook's breath radiating across his neck sent tremendous surges of pleasure down his spine as his whole body shivered and his cock twitched in Jungkook's grasp. "That's not how we get what we want. Now, what do we say, baby boy?" Jungkook asked whispering, each word generating more whispy air along his neck causing Taehyung to whimper softly as he flushed luminous red.
Only his mother had ever called him baby boy and hearing Jungkook say it with exceptionally fierce desire and eroticism made the word all that much more sinful to Taehyung. Taehyung panted out a moan, his other hand resting on Jungkook's shoulder as he clawed at the fabric that separated his nails from Jungkook's skin. "Ngh, p- please... D- daddy," Taehyung requested the last part reflectively, not sure of what Jungkook would want to be called. With the way Jungkook had ceased stroking him, and entirely released his throbbing erection with a revolted expression warned Taehyung that was not the label to dub him.
"No, no, no. Fuck no. Never again. If I ever hear that word leave your lips again while we're fucking, you will never feel pleasure from me again, is that clear?" Jungkook asked, shaking his head in resentment. "You call me hyung," Jungkook instructed as he stared at Taehyung expectantly with a lustful gaze, his hand finally returning to grasp Taehyung's length. Taehyung felt his cheeks flare with heat once again as he cast his gaze downward and nodded softly before sheepishly meeting Jungkook's expectant gaze. "Y- yes, H- hyung..." Taehyung trailed off, utterly timid as Jungkook's cheeks burned this time. Although, Jungkook wasted no time establishing a steady and vigorous momentum that had Taehyung writhing with pleasure.
Taehyung's body buckled into Jungkook's chest with the intensity of satisfaction that rushed through him now as he cried out with pleasure. "Hah, Jun- Jung- Jungkook, sh- shouldn't... we... hah, w- wait to do th- this... mmm, some- somewhere else," Taehyung squeezed out, gasping with need as he thrust his arms out to lift his body from Jungkook's chest. Jungkook chuckled with satisfaction as Taehyung's expression betrayed him, conveying his genuine feelings of not wanting to procrastinate. "That wouldn't be a favorable idea, baby boy. You'll only end up harming yourself more if we quit now, but we can't take too long either because that old man has terrible timing already," Jungkook declared, intentionally picking up his momentum on Taehyung's length with his other hand periodically twisting his now hypersensitive nipple.
Taehyung's body jerked violently against Jungkook's body as he wobbled on Jungkook's lap precariously. He jolted again with delight and Jungkook instantly dismissed Taehyung's nipple to wrap his arm protectively around Taehyung's narrow waist at the small of his back to keep Taehyung from falling to the ground. Using Jungkook's hand as leverage, Taehyung shifted his hand from Jungkook's shoulder to Jungkook's knee to lean back on while he ground his clothed hips against Jungkook's own. With Jungkook's brisk tempo, it was serving harder for Taehyung to remain quiet as they both regarded his labored panting and moans reverberating throughout the dressing compartment. Jungkook concentrated on Taehyung's expression of sensual pain as Taehyung's slender fingers compelled up from Jungkook's neck and tightly wrapped themselves in Jungkook's raven locks. "A- alm- almost the- there," Taehyung whispered lowly, his breath hitching as his toes curled rigidly within his shoes. He leaned back on his palm, his elegant fingers curling around Jungkook's knee as he continued to grind against Jungkook's own erection with an expression of genuine euphoria. Jungkook moaned softly at the manifestation on Taehyung's face, Taehyung's legs quivering with Jungkook's intense momentum.
Jungkook witnessed the transition of Taehyung's expression, the elder's eyebrows knitting together in the collection of suffering blended perfectly with euphoric exhilaration. Jungkook could tell that Taehyung was right at the verge of insanity, not quite leaping over it as he moaned Jungkook's name out loudly, unable to control his volume. Jungkook felt himself twitch in his pants against Taehyung's wild grinding as he accelerated his velocity further, propelling Taehyung over that edge.
Taehyung relinquished all control of his bodily functions as his back arched hard against Jungkook's hand, raising his hips that jerked wildly in Jungkook's other hand. Jungkook had never observed anything more beautiful, elegant, and graceful as Taehyung's overstimulated and overwhelmed body arched flawlessly in front of him, Taehyung's head dropping back behind his shoulders. Jungkook moaned lowly as Taehyung's fingers enclosed tightly in his hair, yanking severely hard with his new posture. A deep, profound moan that resembled a scream echoed loudly throughout the dressing area as white, hot ropes erupted onto Jungkook's chin and neck. Jungkook didn't even mind the mess of his face and throat as Taehyung's body proceeded to writhe gracefully in his grasp, his hand tightening at the small of his back to bring him back to reality and keep him stable. He could still hear Taehyung's pants of gratification as Taehyung gradually returned to himself. He inhaled and exhaled deeply as he timidly eased himself back into Jungkook's lap with vivid red cheeks. Taehyung could behold the spectacle he'd made of Jungkook's throat and the heat in his face intensified brilliantly, speculating that Jungkook would be furious with him. "Why are you so fucking beautiful when you're in the throes of euphoria?" Jungkook asked softly, his eyes wide with astonishment.
Taehyung blushed once more, not knowing how to respond to that question or accept the praise. He'd never been informed that he was attractive doing anything and Jungkook had already said it multiple times to him now. It made Taehyung feel shy as they both heard the lock turning once again. Before the door was opened, Taehyung lunged out of Jungkook's lap. He dove behind some of the racks of apparel to renovate his image to what it was before the tailor had left. Although, he was going to need to find a new shirt that would button and slightly resemble the one he was previously wearing. Jungkook promptly grabbed one of the shirts that Taehyung had brought into the dressing room and hastily scrubbed his chin and neck as clean as he could in a few seconds before tossing the shirt behind the couch.
Jungkook then sprawled his arms out over the back of the sofa and crossed one leg over the other before the tailor strolled back inside the room. "Is everything okay in here? A young lady one receptacle over said she thought she heard a man loudly cry out someone's name in pain?" the elderly tailor asked, carrying an armful of clothes. Jungkook shook his head as if he didn't know what the tailor was talking about. "Not here. I don't know what she thought she heard, but I didn't hear anything," Jungkook lied, remaining seated as he stared at the clothes in the tailor's arm.
Taehyung stepped out from behind the rack of clothing, entirely readjusted and holding a black billowy shirt. "It would look great on you! You could even wear something around your trim waist to accentuate the flowing parts of the shirt," Taehyung proclaimed loudly, playing off the tailor's remarks as Jungkook had already answered him. Jungkook glanced at him with a severe expression, still not inclined to stand up as he cleared his throat. "You mean a corset? But I mean, I don't hate the concept," Jungkook professed, ready to just flee. He didn't want to try on all those clothes as Taehyung eyed the armful of apparel as well. "Sorry to cause you so much trouble," Taehyung started politely, "but we really only want to buy this shirt, a corset, and some nice black pants for him."
Jungkook nodded as the tailor smiled and nodded in understanding. "Alright, I'll be back with a decent pair of pants that I know will go well with that shirt and a corset to match," he stated excitedly, leaving the two alone once again.