CLAUSE 27

43-II [M]

Third Person Pov

Jungkook exhaled sharply, his breath hot against Taehyung's skin as he sank down onto his knees.

He dragged his lips across the curve of Taehyung's ass before pressing an open-mouthed kiss there. Taehyung's body jolted, a broken moan spilling from his lips.

"Ahh-mmh..." Taehyung's head arched back, his forehead almost hitting the mirror as pleasure rippled through him. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the edge of the sink tighter, trying to steady himself.

Jungkook's hands spread over him, gripping both cheeks roughly, kneading the soft flesh as if claiming every inch. His mouth trailed hot, wet kisses along the exposed skin before he latched on, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

Taehyung whimpered, his voice echoing faintly in the cramped washroom, the sound trembling between pain and bliss. His hips jerked forward, desperate for friction, but Jungkook's hold only dragged him back.

Taehyung shivered, his breath fogging the mirror, body quivering as Jungkook's mouth worked him open with slow, deliberate attention.

Every kiss, every suck sent sparks shooting up his spine until he was trembling, lips parted, begging under his breath.

"So sweet," he muttered, voice muffled against his skin, before sucking down harder, leaving Taehyung's thighs shaking.

"Aahh-Mr.J-Jeon..." Taehyung moaned, helpless, his hips rocking back into the warmth of his mouth.

The CEO was shameless.

Jungkook groaned, tongue and lips working greedily as he sucked hard at Taehyung's sensitive skin. The wet sounds echoed in the washroom, lewd and unrestrained.

Taehyung let out a broken cry, his body trembling as his knees nearly gave out. His palms slipped slightly against the sink, barely holding him upright as the waves of pleasure crashed over him.

"Ahhh-hnnhfck..." His voice cracked, helpless, each moan dragged from his throat without control.

Jungkook gripped his ass harder, spreading him wider, his tongue delving and sucking with shameless hunger. He devoured him like he owned him, pulling raw sounds from Taehyung's lips with every movement.

Taehyung's head dropped forward, cheek pressed against the cold mirror, his flushed reflection staring back at him. He could barely recognize himself, eyes glassy, mouth parted, face glowing with sweat and need.

" I-I can't-" he whimpered, hips jerking, but Jungkook only groaned low in his throat and sucked harder.

Taehyung gasped, fingers clawing desperately at the porcelain sink as his entire body trembled. He was undone, helpless under Jungkook's mouth, every nerve lit up until he thought he might shatter.

Taehyung's breath hitched as he glanced down at his own flushed reflection, eyes landing on his length straining against his hand.

His grip tightened, stroking himself desperately as Jungkook worked him from behind, his tongue dragging filthily against his ass.

The pressure built fast..too fast his legs trembling as the heat coiled in his stomach.

But just as he was about to tip over the edge, Jungkook pulled away. The sudden absence made Taehyung freeze, his body twitching in denial. He let out a helpless whine, head falling forward against the mirror.

Jungkook wiped his lips with the back of his hand, smirking as he watched Taehyung shiver, his thighs shaking. "Pathetic" he muttered darkly, his voice husky with hunger. "You were about to come without me even touching you properly."

Taehyung whimpered, his hips shifting back instinctively as Jungkook pressed his cock against his ass. He pushed back greedily, chasing the heat, his body betraying him.

"I-I need you inside..."Taehyung's lips parted, a shaky moan spilling out as Jungkook's hand caught the back of his head and shoved two fingers between his lips.

"Suck," he ordered.

Taehyung obeyed instantly, lips closing around the digits, tongue swirling over them as he sucked obediently. His cheeks hollowed, eyes hazy in the mirror as he gagged slightly around the intrusion.

"That's it," Jungkook groaned, watching him with dark eyes. "Good. Always know how to use that filthy little mouth."

When Jungkook finally pulled his fingers free, they glistened with spit. He smirked, shifting his cock aside as he brought those fingers lower, pressing one against Taehyung's tight entrance.

Taehyung sucked in a shaky breath, his whole body tensing at the touch.

"Relax," Jungkook taunted, lips brushing his ear. "You wanted this, didn't you? Begged for it. Don't get shy now."

Slowly, deliberately, Jungkook pushed one finger in. Taehyung whimpered, the stretch burning at first, his hands gripping the sink so tightly his knuckles blanched.

Each thrust had Taehyung gasping, his body betraying him as it slowly loosened, adjusting to the intrusion.

Jungkook leaned over him, pressing a hot kiss to his ear before whispering, "Hear those little noises you're making? You sound like a whore getting broken in."

Taehyung bit his lip, muffling a moan, but Jungkook's lips curved mockingly.

"Don't hide it," he mocked, curling his finger inside before adding a second. "Let me hear how much you love this."

Taehyung cried out, voice high and helpless as the stretch intensified. His thighs shook, his body clenching around Jungkook's fingers as they worked him open, in and out, faster each time.

Jungkook's fingers pumped into him mercilessly, each thrust stretching Taehyung further. His body rocked with the motion, soft, desperate moans spilling out of his mouth.

"Nhmm... a little faster," Taehyung whimpered, voice trembling with need.

A dark smirk tugged at Jungkook's lips. Instead of speeding up, his palm came down hard on Taehyung's ass with a sharp crack.

"Ahhmhm..." Taehyung cried out, his body jerking against the sink.

"My little bitch likes it rough, yeah?" Jungkook taunted, his voice low and mocking.

He spanked him again, harder this time, before gripping the reddened skin in his hand, squeezing until Taehyung shuddered.

Taehyung nodded helplessly, his reflection in the mirror betraying every ounce of his submission-flushed face, swollen lips, eyes glazed with lust. His own hard length brushed against the cool porcelain of the sink, smearing precum onto the surface, making him moan louder.

Jungkook's fingers slid out suddenly, leaving Taehyung clenching around nothing. The emptiness made him whimper, thighs trembling in frustration.

"Damnfck," Jungkook muttered, lining himself up as he gripped Taehyung's hips. The blunt head of his cock pressed against Taehyung's twitching entrance, rubbing deliberately, teasing.

"Please..." Taehyung breathed out, his voice breaking, the desperation spilling from his lips without shame.

Before he could say more, Jungkook pushed forward in one rough thrust. The thick length forced its way inside, stretching him brutally.

"Aaahhh..." Taehyung whimpered his entire body lurching, hands clawing at the mirror. His reflection showed his face twisted in pleasure and pain, sweat dripping down his temple as his mouth hung open.

The burn seared through him, sharp and overwhelming, as though he was being torn apart. His thighs trembled, knees nearly giving out.

Taehyung whimpered helplessly, his chest heaving as his body struggled to adjust to the thick intrusion.

Jungkook held him there, every inch buried and Taehyung trembling around him. The sink bit into his palms; the mirror caught the trembling of his jaw, the slick of sweat at his temple. Jungkook's breath was ragged against the back of his neck, each exhale a promise and a threat.

He moved with slow, measured patience at first.. an inch, then another, giving Taehyung time to accept the stretch.

The first pushes were brutal, a slow, agonizing burn that had Taehyung gasping and arching his back.

He could feel the head of Jungkook's cock pressing and slipping, finding purchase, then drawing back until only the tip remained, before sliding in deeper again.

"My-my first time," Taehyung mumbled, voice tiny and raw, the confession lost under the hum of the bathroom fan.

A dark groan rumbled through Jungkook. He didn't stop. "Good," he said, low and full of hunger. "Then you'll remember who broke you in."

His hands tightened on Taehyung's hips, thumbs digging into the tender flesh, anchoring him. "You were born to be my personal whore," he snarled, voice heavy with ownership. "My mouth, my hands on your skin."

Taehyung's breath hitched. Shame and need warred behind his eyes; the mirror showed both... humiliation painted over lust. He wanted to pull away and couldn't. He wanted to beg and did.

His whole body clenched as Jungkook eased another inch in, slow and deliberate, until Taehyung could feel him completely seated, hot and immovable.

Jungkook's hips pulled back and slammed forward in a movement that stole the air from Taehyung's lungs. The change was brutal and beautiful; Jungkook's pace increased, not wildly at first but with intent, each thrust harder, a little faster, claiming more ground.

He slammed into Taehyung with controlled violence, hands roaming from waist to ass, squeezing, spanking, hauling him down onto the sink with every stroke.

"You like that?" Jungkook growled, the words punctuated by the slap of skin on skin and Taehyung's choked noises. "You fucking love being used, don't you? Say it."

Taehyung's reply came out as a broken sound half-plea, half-answer as his hips betrayed him and rolled up to meet Jungkook. "Yes... I love-" He choked on the words, heat flushing his face.

"Louder," Jungkook demanded, leaning close so his breath ghosted along Taehyung's ear. "Tell me you're mine. Tell me you're my whore."

"Y-yes," Taehyung managed, voice shaking. "I-I'm yours. I'm your whore."

Jungkook's grin was savage in the glass.

He slammed into him harder, fingers digging into his hips until Taehyung's breath came in ragged, eager pulls.

The rhythm became a punishing metronome in, out, deeper, harder and with every thrust Jungkook's filthy commentary kept pace: orders, ownership, taunts that threaded humiliation through need.

"You feel so good," Jungkook panted between thrusts, voice rough. "So made to take me. You make such pretty noises when I ruin you."

Taehyung's world narrowed to the burn and the warmth pressing from within, to the coarse music of Jungkook's words and the slap of palms on reddening skin.

Each time Jungkook pulled out and slammed back in, pleasure and pain collided so violently a helpless, high sound tore from him.

Then breaking the moment.

A sharp knock, knock rattled the bathroom door.

Jungkook stilled mid-thrust, jaw flexing, a vein twitching in his neck. Taehyung's eyes flew open, panic swimming in them as his lips clamped shut, teeth sinking into the plush flesh to choke back any noise.

"Open the door please"

The voice outside was muffled.

Jungkook's glare burned through the mirror, feral and unyielding. His chest heaved, sweat dripping down his temple. He leaned close, lips brushing Taehyung's ear. "Don't. Make. A sound."

Taehyung swallowed hard, his breath hitching against the porcelain sink.

Another knock, louder this time. The handle jiggled.

"Get the hell out of here." Jungkook growled, voice low but venomous, every syllable a threat.

And before Taehyung could even brace, Jungkook slammed forward.. hard, merciless. The force made Taehyung shut his eyes moan tore out, muffled by his bitten lip, still loud enough to echo in the tiled space.

Outside, the footsteps lingered... then retreated down the hall, fading into silence.

Jungkook didn't wait. His thrusts turned punishing, a pace born of adrenaline and fury. Each snap of his hips felt like defiance, like a dare to the world outside. His hand came up, covering Taehyung's mouth roughly, muffling the sounds spilling out.

"See what you do to me?" Jungkook snarled, teeth gritted as he drove deeper. "I don't care who hears. I'll fuck you till the walls know my name."

Taehyung's eyes squeezed shut, shame and arousal twisting in his gut as Jungkook's hand pressed tighter over his lips, his body split between fear of discovery and the brutal heat threatening to consume him.

Then Jungkook yanked out of him with a wet drag, leaving Taehyung trembling and gaping for air. "don't stop..." he gasped.

Without a word, the CEO spun him around and lifted him onto the cold marble counter. The bottles rattled as Taehyung's thighs brushed the edge.

"Spread your legs." Jungkook's tone was flat, merciless.

Taehyung hesitated, shame burning his cheeks. His thighs pressed together on instinct, trying to hide, but Jungkook's large hands pried them open with ease until he was fully exposed, flushed and leaking.

"Look at you," Jungkook muttered darkly, stroking himself once as he lined up. "Blushing like a virgin but dripping like a slut."

Before Taehyung could protest, Jungkook slammed into him in one brutal thrust. Taehyung cried out, nails clawing at Jungkook's shoulders as his body arched from the sudden stretch.

"Fuck-" Jungkook groaned against his ear, already setting a relentless pace. His hips pistoned forward, the counter shaking beneath them with every slam.

He shoved his face into Taehyung's neck, teeth scraping harshly over the sensitive skin, lips dragging open-mouthed kisses down his throat.

Taehyung whimpered, voice breaking. "I... I can't-"

"Shut up," Jungkook snarled, slamming deeper, each thrust sharp enough to jolt Taehyung against the mirror. "You'll take it. Every. Fucking. Inch."

Taehyung gasped, his body caught between shame and overwhelming pleasure, his legs instinctively tightening around Jungkook's waist as the older man buried himself to the hilt, muttering filth into his skin.

"My perfect little toy." Thrust.

"Made for this cock." Thrust.

"Don't even think of cumming until I tell you."

Taehyung's head fell back against the mirror with a dull thud, eyes glassy, lips parted as helpless sounds escaped him with every merciless snap of Jungkook's hips.

"I want to hear every sound. Say it. Who's making you like this?" Jungkook spat, slapping his cheek lightly before gripping his throat

Taehyung whimpered, nails digging into Jungkook's shoulders. "Y-you are..."

"Damn right." Jungkook's thrusts grew harsher, deeper, making Taehyung cry out. "And you won't cum until I say so. You got that?"

Taehyung's chest heaved, his whole body trembling as he choked back the sobs of pleasure. "P-please..."

"Please what?" Jungkook taunted, slowing just enough to make Taehyung whine at the loss. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, earning a strangled scream from Taehyung. "Use your words."

Taehyung's head dropped forward onto Jungkook's shoulder, voice shaking. "Please... let me cum..."

Jungkook's lips curled into a cruel smirk.

"Beg better." He slammed harder, one hand snaking down to stroke Taehyung's twitching length just enough to tease, but never enough to push him over. "Beg like the little whore you are."

Taehyung's pride cracked under the relentless assault, his voice breaking as tears spilled down his cheeks. "Please, I need it- I can't- please let me cum, I'll do anything, just-"

Jungkook groaned at the desperate tone, biting down hard on Taehyung's neck until he cried out again. "That's it. That's what I wanted to hear. My needy, shameless little bitch."

He thrust even deeper, hand tightening on Taehyung's throat as he whispered filth into his ear. "You were born for this cock. And you're not cumming until I've ruined you completely."

Taehyung was trembling, voice cracking as his pleas spilled out, but Jungkook only smirked, dragging his thrusts slower, deeper, grinding against that sweet spot inside him just to watch him squirm.

"You wanna cum that bad?" Jungkook taunted, his hand stroking Taehyung's length in lazy, mocking pumps before pulling away entirely. "Pathetic. You're dripping all over yourself, and I haven't even given you permission."

Taehyung's head shook desperately, tears streaking his flushed cheeks. "Please... I-I can't hold it..."

"Shut the fuck up." Jungkook's hand clamped around his throat, cutting off his words as he snapped his hips forward, driving his cock in so deep Taehyung's back slammed against the mirror. The sound of skin slapping filled the washroom, raw and merciless.

Taehyung clawed at Jungkook's wrist, gasping as his airway tightened, but his body betrayed him-moaning, arching, begging silently for more even as tears blurred his vision.

"That's it," Jungkook growled, his voice dark and gravelly. "My perfect little toy. My personal fucktoy. Look at you...choking on my hand while your slutty body milks my cock."

His thrusts grew brutal, each one making Taehyung jolt up on the counter, his thighs trembling violently as the coil in his stomach tightened to breaking.

"Cum, slut," Jungkook finally snarled, snapping his hips forward with punishing force. "Cum while I ruin you."

Taehyung's body broke. A strangled cry tore from his throat as hot ropes spilled across his own stomach, his release painting his skin in messy streaks. His body convulsed around Jungkook, gripping him tight.

Jungkook cursed low, burying himself deep, grinding hard as his jaw clenched. "Fuck-" He growled against Taehyung's neck, thrusting rougher until he spilled inside, filling him with every last drop.

Taehyung collapsed against him, trembling violently, his chest heaving as his release dripped down his stomach. Jungkook held him there, still buried deep, one hand tight on his throat, the other gripping his thigh possessively.

"Mine," Jungkook muttered darkly into his ear, pressing one final bruising kiss against his damp skin. "You'll never forget who fucked you like this."

Taehyung never felt this high and alive in his entire life.

Jungkook stayed buried deep for a moment longer, grinding once as his cum spilled out, dripping hot down Taehyung's inner thighs and pattering onto the tiled floor beneath the counter.

Taehyung was dazed, head rolling weakly to the side, his lips parted as he tried to catch his breath. The orgasm had left him trembling and wrecked.

Without warning, Jungkook crushed his mouth against Taehyung's, swallowing his shaky moan. Taehyung kissed him back, though his lips trembled, his fingers clutching at Jungkook's shirt like it was the only thing anchoring him.

Then Jungkook finally pulled out, the emptiness making Taehyung whimper softly. The CEO stepped back, unbothered, grabbing a tissue from the dispenser. He wiped himself with slow precision before zipping up his pants.

His eyes never left Taehyung's ruined state-the flushed cheeks, the sweat-soaked hair, the mess dripping down his thighs.

He reached again for the tissues, crouching slightly as he began wiping Taehyung's thighs clean, his gaze fixed on Taehyung's face.

The younger avoided his stare, but Jungkook wasn't having it. His hand shot up, gripping Taehyung's jaw firmly, tilting his face upward.

"Look at me," he muttered lowly.

Taehyung's glassy eyes finally met his. Without thinking, Taehyung tugged him down and kissed him again-sloppy, desperate. Jungkook smirked into it, biting down lightly on his lower lip before pulling away.

"Want to get fucked again?" Jungkook asked darkly, voice laced with smug amusement.

Taehyung froze, then shook his head quickly, pulling back as his eyes dropped in shame. Jungkook scoffed under his breath, the sound low and cruel.

"Thought so."

He finished cleaning him up, then hooked his arm around Taehyung's waist, lifting him off the counter.

Taehyung's knees buckled instantly, his legs too weak to hold him. He nearly slipped, but Jungkook caught him, steadying him with a firm grip.

"My little cumslut." Jungkook muttered, though his hand lingered on Taehyung's waist, possessive.

He grabbed Taehyung's discarded trousers from the floor and helped him into them, tugging the fabric up over his trembling legs. Jungkook buttoned them himself, fingers brushing deliberately against Taehyung's skin, making the younger shiver.

When he was done, Jungkook leaned in close, his breath hot against Taehyung's ear. "Next time," he whispered, "I won't let you walk out at all."

Taehyung gulped, his throat dry as he fumbled with his trousers, buttoning them with trembling fingers.

"Th-this... this was only a one-time thing," he muttered under his breath, refusing to meet Jungkook's eyes.

Jungkook smirked, his lips curling in cruel amusement. "That's what you think," he said smoothly, voice low and mocking. "This will go on until I decide I'm done with you."

Taehyung's eyes snapped up, glaring through his haze of shame. He pressed his palm against Jungkook's chest, giving him a weak shove.

It hardly moved him.

Jungkook arched a brow, then leaned back casually against the tiled wall, arms folding across his chest as if daring him. "Go on," he drawled. "Walk out."

Taehyung swallowed hard, jaw tight. He pulled his hand away from the wall and forced himself to take a step forward-only for his knees to give way.

He stumbled hard, landing on the floor with a dull thud.

A sharp hiss tore from his lips as his jaw clenched, glaring up at the man who had just wrecked him.

“You… you’re a bastard,” he spat weakly, humiliation lacing every word.

Jungkook’s smirk only deepened, his voice low and cruel. “Yeah? A bastard who just ruined your tight little hole.”

Heat flared in Taehyung's cheeks. He staggered back up, legs trembling, refusing to give Jungkook the satisfaction of helping him.

His reflection in the mirror was a reminder of his defeat-hair messy, lips swollen, a faint mark already blooming on his neck. He smoothed down his suit jacket, straightened his tie, and fixed his walk with all the dignity he could muster.

As he passed Jungkook, he cast him a sharp glare, trying to mask the ache still radiating through his body. He pushed the door open and walked out, head held high even as each step burned.

Behind him, Jungkook shook his head, a smug smirk tugging at his lips. He buttoned his shirt lazily, running a hand through his tousled hair.

The CEO glanced at his reflection once, smirking at the faint trace of Taehyung still on his lips-then pushed the door open, stepping out as if nothing had happened.

Taehyung walked down the corridor, every step carefully measured as if his very dignity depended on it.

His gaze flicked back, catching Jungkook trailing behind him, hands casually in his pockets, a dark, knowing smirk tugging at his lips. The CEO's presence alone made the burn in Taehyung's stomach flare anew.

He clenched his fists subtly, forcing his jaw tight as he tried to steady his pace. His body still hummed with the aftermath, every nerve ending alive and sensitive. He glanced down at his watch.

Forty-five minutes. Forty-five minutes lost to the mess of need and shame he couldn't fully escape.

Ugh. What would people think? The thought alone made his cheeks heat. He shook his head, trying to push it down, and stepped into the hall.

The lights were dim, casting soft shadows across the audience. The music from the show floated through the space-elegant, oblivious to the chaos inside him. Taehyung moved carefully, subtly slipping past the people, keeping himself pressed to the wall, hidden and observant.

He felt it before he saw it: the heat of Jungkook approaching. The CEO's presence was magnetic, oppressive, and intoxicating all at once. Taehyung's eyes met his, just for a fraction of a second, and the smirk on Jungkook's face was enough to make his stomach twist again.

His fingers unconsciously gripped his suit, fisting the fabric as he tried to control the flush rising over him. Heat pooled low in his belly, a reminder that nothing about earlier was gone, nothing about Jungkook's dominance had faded.

Jungkook's eyes didn't leave his, calm but calculating, a predator marking his territory.

Taehyung's breath caught, cheeks warming, as he forced himself to look forward, forcing his walk to appear composed-even though his body betrayed him, trembling slightly with the memory of what had just happened.

The music swelled, and the hall continued its elegant performance, but all Taehyung could focus on was the man across him, the lingering burn in his stomach, and the undeniable pull he still felt toward Jungkook.

"The night isn't over yet. Before we wrap up, I'd like to invite everyone for a couple's dance," the announcer's voice echoed through the hall.

Taehyung shifted nervously, trying to shrink back, heat rising to his cheeks. He pressed his hands to his suit, fingers fisting slightly, his body betraying him with every heartbeat.

"Mr. Jeon, everyone is waiting for you." the announcer added, drawing the spotlight toward him.

Jungkook finally removed his hand from his pocket, stepping forward with that calm, magnetic presence that made Taehyung's stomach flip. The light hit him fully, and he swallowed, forcing a shaky smile.

He looked at Jungkook, who extended a hand smoothly. "Come on," Jungkook said, voice low, almost teasing, "don't make me wait."

Taehyung hesitated for a fraction, then placed his hand in Jungkook's. His fingers trembled slightly, but Jungkook didn't flinch; he held his hand with quiet authority.

Seokjin's absence didn't escape him, but there was no time to dwell.

Before Taehyung could think further, Jungkook slid his hand along his waist, pulling him into the center of the floor. The music shifted, softer now, winding around them like a private rhythm.

"Relax," Jungkook murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from Taehyung's temple.

Taehyung's pulse raced. He could feel the warmth of Jungkook's body, the steady strength of his hands on his waist, the subtle brush of his chest against his own.

Their eyes locked. Jungkook smirked, voice low and teasing: "You look ridiculous standing there all stiff... let go, or I might have to make you."

Taehyung bit his lip, trying to hide the flush creeping across his face, but it was useless. "I... I'm fine," he whispered, though his trembling body betrayed him.

The music swirled around them, slow and lilting, but for Taehyung, it felt like the world had shrunk to the space between himself and Jungkook.

Every brush of Jungkook's hand along his waist, every subtle shift of his body pressed against him, made his pulse race.

Jungkook's hands weren't gentle. They lingered on the small of his back, sliding just enough to make him shiver, fingers grazing where no one else could see.

Taehyung's breath hitched, head spinning as the heat in his belly flared anew. Every sway of Jungkook's hips, every whisper against his ear, made him feel exposed-yet desperately alive.

Taehyung's hands gripped Jungkook's shoulders for support, fingers trembling.

"Stop... I-I can't..." His voice was breathless, lost in the cadence of the music and the weight of Jungkook's control.

"Can't, or won't admit you want it?" His thumb brushed along Taehyung's jaw, tilting his face up.

"I-I want it... again," Taehyung whispered, voice trembling.

Jungkook's jaw clenched, eyes darkening locking onto him. "You want what?" he asked, low and dangerous.

Taehyung’s nails sank into Jungkook’s biceps, leaving faint red crescents in his skin. “I… I need you again,” he whispered, breath unsteady.

Jungkook leaned in, his lips brushing Taehyung’s ear as a dark smirk curved his mouth. “I could bend you over right here, make you scream for me in front of everyone… but I don’t share what’s mine.”

Without caring who might be around, he gripped Taehyung's hand and pulled him gently, but firmly, out of the hall. Taehyung didn't resist, letting himself be guided.

"We'll continue this at home." Jungkook murmured, voice low and commanding. Taehyung nodded, words lost to the fluttering tension in his chest.

They walked swiftly toward the waiting car. The driver, ever silent and observant, started the engine as Jungkook pulled Taehyung inside. He made him sit, sliding in beside him, the hum of the car filling the tense silence.

Jungkook's hand drifted to Taehyung's thighs, brushing lightly but deliberately. Taehyung sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes flicking up to meet Jungkook's, heat burning low in his thighs.

Jungkook caught his gaze and grabbed his hand, pressing it firmly against his clothed length. Taehyung's pulse skyrocketed. He pressed back, feeling the weight and hardness beneath his palm.

Leaning back in his seat, Jungkook squeezed Taehyung's thighs, grinding just slightly against him. Taehyung bit his lip, stifling a moan as his other hand found Jungkook's zipper, teasing, caressing.

The tension between them stretched like a live wire, electric and fragile, for nearly thirty minutes.

Every glance, every brush of skin, every press of palm against thigh or zipper was charged, dripping with need, yet contained-both aware of what would happen if it escalated too soon.

But Tonight was about desire, consuming and relentless, until he was emptied of everything but need.