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“Take your clothes off.”
The command was quiet, soft, yet the words held a weight that could only come from someone who was used to having their commands obeyed.
Prince Taehyung stood behind the large bed covered in the finest lace and silks, swathed in colours of cream and gold. The room itself followed the colour scheme, white walls, beautiful art in golden frames, chandeliers and large, ornate rugs.
The place suited him, Jungkook thought somewhat bitterly, as he took in the view of the warm, blond hair and the sun soaked skin that was showing from between the sides of the long, cream, silky robe with golden edges. Taehyung stared out of the window, with the crystal glass of dark red wine in his hand.
Jungkook stood by the door in stubborn silence, refusing to obey the order. He knew what was coming because this wasn’t their first time. He also knew it wouldn’t be their last. This was a duty he never thought he’d have to take on, and truth be told, he resented it. But the Prince seemed rather happy with the arrangement – even if Jungkook was only a lowly bodyguard.
The dark chocolate eyes turned to him, annoyed. “Do I have to ask you again, Jeon?”
Jungkook’s gaze dropped down to the floor. “No, Your Highness.”
Slowly, he started by loosening his black tie. He threw it on the chair that was part of a comfortable sitting area by the door. The room was so large it was probably the size of his whole apartment, Jungkook thought, not entirely without bitterness. How the other half lived.
Postponing the inevitable, he shrugged off his jacket slowly. He threw it on top of the tie with a casualness he wasn’t feeling. He almost always wore the same thing for work, black tie, white shirt, black suit. It was comfortable enough and it hid his service weapon. Slowly, with his eyes on the Prince, he unhooked the weapon from his belt and placed it on the seat, carefully. There was a little smirk on the lush lips and even that annoyed Jungkook.
He did not like someone having this kind of power over him, it rubbed him the wrong way. Regardless, forbidden anticipation kindled in his loins.
He kicked his shoes off, socks followed. When he unzipped his trousers, Taehyung’s eyes dropped down to what was revealed and teeth tucked over the thick lower lip in obvious anticipation.
Despite Jungkook’s resentment over the situation, there was chemistry between them and it was scorching. Even he couldn’t deny it. Perhaps that was the source of the resentment, Jungkook thought as he stepped out of the bundle of his trousers. If he could be free to do whatever he liked with the Prince, it would even out the score. But there was no such freedom, there was only what Taehyung ordered and nothing more. There was no touching, no kissing, no coming for Jungkook. All he was here for, was to service the Prince.
“Touch yourself. I haven’t got all day.” The long fingers lifted the glass onto the lips that Jungkook had never kissed. It would be a lie to say he hadn’t thought about it. There was something incredibly magnetic about Taehyung, something that made it difficult to look away.
With the by now familiar heat of shame tinting his cheeks, Jungkook pulled down his underwear.
The state of his arousal was noted and it pleased the Prince. The glass was set down and Taehyung climbed onto the bed with more grace than anyone else could ever have done. He lay down on his side, weight on his elbow, and he tapped the covers next to him.
Jungkook didn’t need verbal instructions to know what to do. He had done this countless times. All he had to do was lie down on the bed and take it. He didn’t have to enjoy it, he didn’t have to participate. All he had to do was lie still and watch.
Taehyung didn’t even remove his robe, he straddled over Jungkook and the generous folds of the silk covered him and his thighs. There was nothing to see, nothing to enjoy. Without any preliminaries, Taehyung simply reached between his legs, adjusted his position and sat down on the hardness.
As much as Jungkook would like to pretend otherwise, the pleasure was always immense. It was almost impossible to stay quiet as the heated tightness wrapped around him. It was even harder to contain his enjoyment when Taehyung started moving, slowly at first, then with more determination.
Initially, there were no signs of pleasure from the Prince. He moved in silence, eyes closed, a focused little wrinkle in between his eyes. The luscious lips pouted, the long fingers, fisted, leaned against Jungkook’s chest, without any intention there to touch.
Unable to tear his eyes away, Jungkook watched as he lay there, motionless. He stared and stared, taking in every single nuance on the Prince’s face. He knew there was pleasure lurking there, somewhere underneath the skin. His curiosity, the need to see, to know, came as a surprise to Jungkook.
It twisted the pleasure inside him when he saw the first hint of rose bloom on the soft cheeks. The bud of a mouth opened, only slightly, but it was easy to imagine what it might sound, should it allow those moans that were undoubtedly trapped in the stubborn folds of the Prince’s psyche. Jungkook wanted to hear gasps drip off the lush lips and as his pleasure grew – and he forgot all about his own resentment in his desire – he wanted to catch them with his own.
He could feel the tension rise, the pace quicken as the Prince chased his pleasure. He moved faster, those hips hidden under the silk undulating with such need. Jungkook lay still, holding onto his own pleasure, as he had been told to do. He was not here to enjoy himself, he was here to provide pleasure only.
It was almost impossible not to reach for the Prince. Jungkook had to press his hands tightly into the covers, hold them in fists so tight it was painful, just to stop himself from touching the temptation riding on top of him. But there were rules, unfair rules, and he was expected to obey them. It was this or the loss of his job. As his cock grew so hard it ached, Jungkook told himself he hated this, that he didn’t want this.
Just then, a single gasp of pleasure ripped from Taehyung’s throat and he slumped on top of Jungkook. Despite having done nothing, Jungkook found himself breathing in the same heavy pace as the Prince as they lay there in their shared moment of vulnerability.
There was forbidden thoughts in Jungkook’s mind, lost opportunities. He couldn’t help but to wonder who it was that hid underneath that cold shell and if he’d ever get to meet him.
In a sudden move, the Prince interrupted Jungkook’s thoughts as he got up without worrying about Jungkook and his unspent pleasure. It ached in his very bones. Cock still rock hard, he got up and started pulling his clothes back on. You’d think he’d be used to the humiliation by now, but no. It still twisted inside him like a dark, frustrated thing.
“I have to stop by the designer’s before the event. I’ll leave you to organise the security side of things.” Taehyung was by the window again, his back to Jungkook. There was nothing in his voice to indicate that they had just shared the most intimate of moments.
“Yes, Your Highness.” Jungkook gritted his teeth, tying his tie with shaking hands. It was getting harder and harder to do this. It was like Taehyung just didn’t care one way or the other. Jungkook felt disposable and it wasn’t a feeling he particularly enjoyed.
*
Taehyung hated waking up early. On the days when he was free to lie in, he did so, but today, there was an event with the whole Royal Family and he was expected to attend.
The servants had already been in to open the long curtains that covered the high windows and vicious brightness assaulted the room. Muttering to himself, Taehyung climbed out of bed and without giving himself the chance to talk himself out of it, threw on his exercise clothes. Nothing quite like a bit of running to clear his head, he thought, as he walked to the adjoining room where he kept his gym equipment. As he warmed up on the treadmill, he chose his favourite upbeat playlist made just for the purpose.
As much as he tried to avoid it, the image of Jungkook seemed to be everywhere and wherever he was, he was wearing that familiar, unreadable face that was beginning to haunt Taehyung. He ran faster, pushing himself to go harder. Anything to make the figment of his imagination disappear. But no matter how hard he pushed, the guilt didn’t go away. Nor did the memory of the cold, hard demeanour of his bodyguard during their frequent trysts.
It’s not like the man hadn’t been given a choice. Taehyung wasn’t that barbaric. He had presented the arrangement but had offered another position elsewhere in the palace, should he not agree. It hadn’t been an ultimatum, Taehyung told himself. It had been a chance to forget about the whole thing, for both of them, should it not work out.
Taehyung couldn’t have been more surprised when Jungkook had said yes. Especially when it had been specified that he would have no say in the matter, that Taehyung would remain in control at all times. Even then, he had agreed. And even then, there had been hardness of pride on that sharp jawline.
After nearly an hour of relentless punishment, Taehyung slowed down on the treadmill and tried to catch his breath. Sweat was running down his temples, his muscles ached, his heart was beating like a drum – and even then, Jungkook was there, taunting him.
“Damn it!” He wiped his face and neck with a towel, giving himself a hard stare in the mirrored wall. “Stop it!”
Taking a moment to cool down, Taehyung stretched his aching muscles before he headed for the shower, head still full of Jungkook. The man was the most annoying person he’d ever come to know and Taehyung wasn’t sure why he still tolerated him. Admittedly, he was the best there was in the personal protection field, it would be real loss should he decide to leave.
Taehyung refused to think about how he would feel should his personal bodyguard decide to leave him.
He threw the clothes in the humble washing basket that was out of place in the magnificent bathroom of exquisite tiling and golden faucets. He switched on the state-of-the-art shower and as he waited for the water to warm up, he took another look in the mirror.
He wondered how Jungkook saw him. How he looked when they were being intimate. Did he give any of his own feelings away, how good it felt, how much he would be willing to give to keep doing what they were doing? Because if Taehyung chose to be honest with himself, he’d admit that he had become really rather dependent on Jungkook’s presence in his bedroom.
Stepping inside the sizeable shower that was separated from the rest of the bathroom by a glass wall, Taehyung tried to let go of the tension still gripping at his shoulders and his jaw. He dunked his head under the heavy, warm stream of water and sighed, immediately feeling some of the tightness drain away with the flow of water.
For the longest moment, he simply stood under the stream and tried not to think of anything. Not the event of the day coming up, not the affairs currently under his responsibilities and most definitely not his bodyguard. But try as he might, all the other matters faded into insignificance in comparison to the brightness of Jungkook in his mind. Those dark, unreadable eyes, the straight line of his mouth that tried to hide the softness of it.
Taehyung wondered what it would feel like to kiss Jungkook.
The very thought instantly filled his whole being with heat. It was enough to convince him that he definitely should never try if this was the effect of merely thinking about it. The reason why he had held himself back from kissing was that it just seemed so... intimate. He wanted to have sex, but he didn’t want to get intimate. He didn’t want to feel vulnerable, or to forget himself for even one moment. Staying in control was the safest way. And kissing, it was the first step to vulnerability.
But that didn’t mean Taehyung couldn’t think about it.
With a mind of their own, his wet fingers climbed up and caressed over the thickness of his lower lip. Taehyung gasped, imagining what it would feel like if it were Jungkook’s fingers, or the heat of his mouth. What would he taste like, how would he kiss? Would he be playful, would he be demanding? Yes, Taehyung shivered, he’d definitely want to take over until he was in control. He’d seen the flash of his eyes, the desire to take over, many times in bed. It had always fascinated him, more that he’d ever allowed himself to realise.
But now, in the privacy of his shower, Taehyung’s thoughts seem to have no limits. They danced, freely, all over Jungkook and his glorious body, they touched and caressed every single mound and crevice, all the places that Taehyung had never allowed himself to touch because touch was another step to vulnerability, he’d long since decided. Therefore, it was not permitted, from either side. He’d felt enough of Jungkook’s heat to know it was tempting, tantalising. To feel the heat of his skin against one’s own had to be decadent, more than Taehyung could even imagine.
As the heat of the shower caressed him, Taehyung’s hands started wandering around his body. He would like to touch Jungkook, but even more than that, he would like – love – Jungkook to touch him. It was maddening to think how those strong, tattooed hands might feel travelling over the contours of his body, squeezing, kneading, insisting.
There was power there, incessant, endless power that Taehyung could feel contained under the iron will that Jungkook seemed to have harnessed to its maximum potential. He would never be out of control, he would never lose himself like Taehyung feared losing himself. Jungkook would always know exactly what he was doing and why. And that was an aphrodisiac if there ever was one.
Taehyung gasped as his fingers brushed the tip of his cock as they slid up and down his thigh. Biting at his lip, he allowed the hand to grab the hardening shaft and he squeezed it, a deep moan rumbling in his chest. He leaned back against the tiled wall and he looked at himself. How would Jungkook look at his naked body, Taehyung wondered, and instantly regretted it. His hardness throbbed at the thought, demanding he make it reality.
Unfortunately for Taehyung, Jungkook wasn’t always around when they were in the palace, surrounded by the palace guards. If he were here, Taehyung would undoubtedly take advantage of his presence. He could always call him over... Tempted as he was, Taehyung knew there wasn’t enough time for that. He should probably already be getting dressed... But more pressing matters were requiring all his attention in that moment.
He reached for the shower gel and squeezed it directly onto his shaft. Instantly, the action of his hand became smooth and easy. Gasping, Taehyung watched as his hips pushed into the grip of his hand. How would Jungkook’s hands feel on him, on his cock? How would his fingers feel, pushing into his ass? He wouldn’t know, as Taehyung had always gotten himself ready before their every meeting.
It seemed clinical but it was the only way to keep the distance between them. The one thing he could not do was to get in any way attached to Jungkook. That would be dangerous and stupid.
Pulling away from the streaming water, Taehyung turned to the wall and leaned his cheek against it. It was impossible to stop thinking about Jungkook. He might as well be here for all the power Taehyung had to stop his presence in his mind. The hand that slid over the crevice of his ass was Jungkook’s, as far as Taehyung was concerned. The finger that pushed in was tattooed and strong, determined. Another followed and Taehyung was panting, his other hand moving fast on his shaft.
He had no power over it when his back arched, as if in offer. He had no power over it when his thoughts pushed in deeper and concocted a scenario in his mind.
Jungkook was behind him, naked and his every muscle glistening. His hands gripped Taehyung by the hips, hard, and yanked him back against the heavy rod that slid along the groove of his ass. Cheek against the tiles, Taehyung cried out, the sound softened by the utter pleasure he was feeling over being thus handled.
Taehyung knew how it felt to have Jungkook inside him. It was the one thing he could imagine in great detail, having felt it many times. He was thick, he was long, he was so perfectly shaped as if he’d been made for Taehyung’s pleasure and his pleasure alone. The image of that very shaft replaced the fingers pushing inside his hole.
The thickness pushed in and Taehyung moaned, hard. He tried to push back, he tried to get more of it inside him. He could almost hear Jungkook’s chuckle behind him. Would he tease, if Taehyung let him? Would he drive him to the wildest desire before giving him what he wanted? Oh, the very thought had blood coursing through Taehyung’s veins. How he wanted it.
Already panting, Taehyung took the imaginary fucking. He took it, wanting more. Jungkook pulled him back by the arms, fucking so hard their bodies slapped together with the wetness between them. Taehyung arched in the hands and pushed back, harder and harder. Fingers pushed into his mouth from behind and that was his undoing.
Taehyung came with a loud cry, spilling his seed all over the tiled wall.
Blushing at his own, wild fantasies, he proceeded to clean himself thoroughly, sparing no more thoughts to his bodyguard. Now it was time to be serious, to do his duty for his country and present himself to the people alongside his father, the King. There was no time to think about the handsome bodyguard who stared at him with the unfathomable, dark eyes.
At the first sight of his bodyguard, Taehyung felt heat gather high on his cheeks. Berating himself for such an immature reaction, he nodded his hello as Jungkook opened the limousine door for him.
“Your Highness.”
Those eyes were there again, staring without blinking. Something hot slithered up Taehyung’s spine. This was reality, not a daydream, he reminded himself as he settled on the comfortable leather seat. Jungkook, as always, sat down opposite him while the rest of the security team rode on a different vehicle.
He had chosen a dark grey suit for the occasion, Taehyung noted under his lashes. The shirt was black, as was the tie, which was an unusual change in attire from the usual black and white affair. He looked good. His hair was combed back away from the forehead and he looked... mean, in the best possible way and Taehyung felt himself heat up on the spot. Damn.
“The perimeter has been set up five metres from the stand this year. Extra distance in case we get protestors,” Jungkook said, straightening his cuffs. The small action stretched the jacket across his shoulders and Taehyung gulped, hardly listening to what the man was saying. His eyes ran down the smooth front and stopped at the thigh, where the fabric was fighting for its life to stretch over the thick muscles. “Are you listening to me, Your Highness?”
Always the damned Your Highness. Jungkook was always nothing but proper. That annoyed Taehyung. A lot.
“Yes, of course. Perimeter.” He went to adjust his own white shirt collar which matched the formal golden and white uniform jacket. He flicked an imaginary bit of dust off the red trousers and stared out of the window as if the hottest man alive wasn’t in the car with him.
“Perhaps this time you could stay on the stand, Your Highness?”
“Hm.” Taehyung’s mind was already in the event ahead. It was always so lovely to see the people, it was his favourite thing about being a Prince, seeing the sea of smiling faces.
“Here we are...” Jungkook opened the door and stepped out. He muttered something into the radio at his wrist and then gestured for Taehyung to get out of the car. He could already hear the cheers in the distance and instantly, it lifted a smile onto his face. Just for a moment, he saw Jungkook freeze as he looked over. Covering it smoothly, he fell in step with Taehyung and they headed towards the arriving cars.
Another two limousines arrived. The King and Queen in the first one. The Crown Prince Yejun and his wife, Chaemin, in the second one. They all gathered together and surrounded by security, headed towards the platform that had been set up in front of the iron gates to the palace grounds.
Every year, there was a week long celebration for the King’s birthday. Free events for the people were arranged at all the major attractions of the city and the week always culminated in the whole family meeting the people outside of the palace.
It was a very popular event, many people from near and far came to catch a glimpse of the Royal Family.
Cheers intensified and flowers were strewn on the floor in front of them as they approached the platform. Children waved and laughed, adults smiled with them, waving little flags and banners. It was the perfect moment and Taehyung basked in it. He lived for this. For a while they just walked around the platform to see all the people surrounding it. They smiled, they waved.
Soon, Taehyung became frustrated by the new perimeter, it was so much further than before, it just wasn’t the same. Not thinking anything of it, he took a step down from the platform to go and see the people up close. He wanted to shake some hands, hear some names. Anything to connect with the people.
“Your Highness.” Jungkook was right there, next to him. “It’s better if you stay on the platform.”
“I always go and greet the people, it’s what I do,” he said, casually, and carried on.
Jungkook shifted so that he was between Taehyung and where he wanted to go. Annoyance sparked inside him and he could feel a frown gather on his face. He pushed it away and smiled. “Please move out of my way, Jeon.”
“No.” No Your Highness this time. “It’s my job to keep you safe and the crowd isn’t safe. Hence the perimeter.” The line of that soft mouth tightened in a way that suggested he wasn’t going to budge.
“What are a bunch of children and their parents going to do to me, exactly?” Taehyung hissed under his breath, pushing past the bodyguard with a wide smile on his face. He had almost reached the edge of the perimeter when he felt a hand wrap around his arm. Jungkook pulled him away from the crowds and towards the car. Before Taehyung registered what was going on, he found himself back inside the limousine, alone with Jungkook.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Taehyung hissed. “How dare you drag me away! How dare you touch me!” In his sudden and unrestrained anger, he grabbed Jungkook by the lapels of his jacket, yanking him close until they were face to face.
“I’m only doing my job, Your Highness.” The answering tone was even and annoyingly calm. It only angered Taehyung more. This was his favourite event and the damned bodyguard had just ruined it for him!
“You work for me! I give you orders, not the other way around! You can’t tell me what to do!” he yanked some more until they were so close he could feel Jungkook’s breath on his face. A strong hand wrapped around his wrist, hot and calloused.
Just for the briefest of moments, Taehyung faltered, and his eyes dropped down to the bud of a mouth he had thought about more than he should care to say. Instantly, everything cascaded in his mind, their intimate moments, the daydreams in the shower, and suddenly, Taehyung could feel his face heat up. What he would give to kiss this man right now. But he couldn’t. That would break the rules that he himself had decided upon.
He pulled away, flustered.
Straightening out his uniform, Taehyung sat back and stared out of the window. “Don’t touch me again.”
The quiet chuckle made Taehyung snap his attention back to Jungkook.
“Is that in or out of the bedroom, Sir?” The tone was flippant, bordering on disrespectful.
The words hung between them while a sense of panic rippled through Taehyung at the chance that something would happen to their particular arrangement. He swallowed hard. “Don’t be facetious, it doesn’t suit you.”
“What would you prefer I be, Your Highness?” There was a dangerous silkiness in the tone.
“Just stay in your lane. Outside of the bedroom you are nothing but my bodyguard, best not let anything distract you from your work.”
Taehyung wasn’t sure if he was imagining the tightening of the jaw.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
The smooth ride went quickly since they only had to drive around the grounds to the palace itself. In the short journey, Taehyung hadn’t the time to process what had just happened, he just felt full of adrenaline and unspent energy. The decision was made before he could stop himself from speaking. “Come to my quarters in half an hour.”
Taehyung could feel the weight of the stare on his back as he climbed out of the limousine. He wondered if or when, Jungkook might say no.
After too long a silence, the answer came quietly. “Yes, Your Highness.”
Taehyung walked inside without looking back.
As soon as he entered his quarters, he started yanking his clothes off. The stupid suit was so stiff, it was hard to breathe in and one thing he needed right now was his ability to breathe. What was he doing meddling with the staff? Was it really a good idea?
Even as he berated himself, Taehyung knew he would keep going for as long as Jungkook would allow it. He was in it deep.
In exactly thirty minutes, there was a rap on the door. Shower-fresh and in his robes, Taehyung opened the door. He was hoping nothing showed on his face, none of the conflict, none of the need he was feeling for this particular bodyguard.
“Your Highness.” There was nothing on that blank face, only dark eyes staring intently.
“Jeon.” Taehyung tried to stabilise his breathing. At the very first look at Jungkook and his breathing had gone haywire, his body internally warming and stretching in anticipation.
“You know what to do.” The words sounded cold, even to Taehyung himself.
And just like the coldness in his words, there was coldness on Jungkook’s face.
Taehyung couldn’t help but to wonder what would make that resentment go away. What would it be like if Jungkook were looking forward to what they were about to do? What if their eyes locked in anticipation of passion rather than whatever this coolness was between them? Now, the whole thing felt like an impersonal transaction between a master and a servant.
The more milky flesh was being revealed, the more Taehyung felt a push underneath his skin to be naked, to lie together without anything between them but air. He was fed up with always hiding behind the stupid robe like some blushing maiden, but it was his rules and he had to stick to them, they were there to protect him, after all. No contact, no kissing, no touching. Just fucking, cold and simple. Easy. Or so it should be. But even as Taehyung watched Jungkook settle on the bed, he realised there was nothing easy about the way he was feeling about Jeon Jungkook. The want was almost uncontainable, a thing of its own, growing inside Taehyung.
There was no shame on Jungkook’s face as he touched himself, tattooed fingers wrapping around the already hard shaft. He stared at Taehyung as if in challenge. What that challenge was, Taehyung dared not guess. He simply watched at the strong fingers and wished that they were squeezing at his hips instead. He swallowed, getting hard at the very thought.
Unable to wait any longer, Taehyung clambered on the bed and straddled across Jungkook’s hips. Without looking at the man underneath him, he sat on the substantial hardness and sighed in contentment, this was exactly what he needed after all the conflict, the rush of adrenaline and the subsequent need. He started moving and eyes closing, he found the perfect rhythm.
The longer Taehyung moved, the better everything felt. He was so wet from the lube he’d applied earlier, the glide was so smooth, so filling. Biting at his lip, he sunk deeper in his pleasure, hips rolling he rode, faster and faster.
There were no thoughts in his head when his hands started wandering with a mind of their own. Normally, they always sat, fisted on Jungkook’s chest, but this time, the fingers unfurled and spread, covering the extent of the firm mounds of Jungkook’s pecs. Unable to resist the temptation, Taehyung squeezed.
A small, deep, moany release of air puffed out of the back of Jungkook’s throat and it was the sexiest thing Taehyung had ever heard. Again, he wondered how much better all this could be, if only... Forgetting his thoughts, he rode faster, his pleasure building in the quiet of the bedroom, only the sounds of the rustling of fabric to accompany him. He focused on his own pleasure, on that tightening deep in his belly.
In his efforts, he didn’t fix it when the robe fell off one of his shoulders, he didn’t do anything when it shifted from his thighs to reveal more flesh. He simply moved faster and faster, trying to elicit another response from Jungkook. When it finally came, Taehyung was so far gone, there was no going back. He wanted to hear more of Jungkook’s pleasure. He twisted his hips, he moved deeper, ever harder.
Suddenly, there were rough hands gripping at his thighs and Taehyung nearly came on the spot.
“Slow down, Your Highness. There’s only so much a man can take.” Jungkook smiled and he looked devilish, so handsome Taehyung felt it in his gut.
Madness grabbed a hold of Taehyung and he rode with his all. Because he wanted it. He’d never before wanted it but by god, the thought of Jungkook coming inside him drove him positively insane.
“Seriously, I can’t...” Jungkook whined, hips twisting underneath. Taehyung knew it was unfair. He was breaking his own rules, he was making Jungkook break the rules because he was not supposed to come. Not inside His Highness.
The very thought ravaged through Taehyung, bringing him to the very cusp of release.
“Please...” Jungkook pleaded and it wasn’t clear whether it was for Taehyung to stop or for him to carry on. The fingers sunk into the soft flesh of the thighs, bruising with their grip.
“Do it!” A guilty admission as Taehyung felt everything tighten inside him.
Together they came. Taehyung was dizzy with pleasure and for a single moment, he simply breathed, again wondering what it could be like, how it would feel, just to fall against another warm body and lie in their shared pleasure.
Instead, he got up and disappeared into the bathroom without a word.