Jungkook leaned into Taehyung’s neck, a deliberate, possessive caress of bites and licks. The bass of the music vibrated through the floor, mirroring the tremor building within Taehyung.
“Jungkook…” Taehyung breathed, the sound fragile, almost pleading. “We… we can’t do this.”
“Why not?” Jungkook’s voice was a low rumble against his skin, a seductive rasp that sent a shiver down Taehyung’s spine.
“Because… I barely know you, and… and we’re neighbors.” The words tumbled out, a hesitant confession.
“It’s okay, baby,” Jungkook murmured, his tone a silken promise. “I can make you feel good.” He continued his slow, deliberate exploration of Taehyung’s neck, each touch a deliberate escalation.
Taehyung gasped as Jungkook’s teeth grazed a particularly sensitive spot, his back arching in response. A wave of heat flushed through him.
“You like that? You like it when I mark you?” Jungkook’s voice was laced with a predatory satisfaction, a smirk playing on his lips as he pulled back slightly, observing Taehyung’s reaction.
“I marked you,” he sang softly, tracing the line of Taehyung’s jaw.
Taehyung’s hand instinctively went to his neck, fingers brushing against the tender skin. He winced, a flush creeping up his neck. He glared at Jungkook.
“Why did you do that? I’m not even dating you!” The complaint was laced with a tremor of vulnerability.
Jungkook sighed, stripping off his shirt, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest and abdomen.
“What are you doing?” Taehyung asked, mesmerized by the sight of Jungkook’s toned body.
“I said I was going to make you feel good.” He moved closer, his gaze intense. “Take off your shirt, baby.”
“I’m older than you…” Taehyung mumbled under his breath, a flicker of self-consciousness crossing his face.
“What was that?” Jungkook pressed, his voice teasing.
“Nothing.”
Taehyung obeyed, the fabric sliding off his shoulders. He self-consciously tugged at the hem of his shirt, attempting to cover his stomach.
“Don’t hide yourself, baby. You’re beautiful no matter what.” Jungkook’s hand moved to pull Taehyung’s hands down, his smile warm and genuine.
“Take off your pants now.” He continued, mirroring his own actions.
Taehyung blushed, slipping his jeans down. He reached for a blanket, wanting to shield himself.
Jungkook snatched the blanket away.
“Hey!” Taehyung whined, frustration bubbling up.
“Stop fussing. Now take your boxers off.” Jungkook’s voice was firm, his gaze unwavering. He tugged at his own waistband, his arousal already evident.
Taehyung’s breath hitched. He’d been drawn into this with a dizzying speed. He took his boxers off, because he needed any physical contact with his erection, he needed a release.
Naked, they stood facing each other. Jungkook’s eyes raked over Taehyung’s body, a slow, assessing gaze.
Jungkook sighed, exasperated. “We don’t have any lube, or a condom.” He began to rummage through his boxers.
“Wait… you can do it… without them…” Taehyung spoke softly, his voice laced with embarrassment.
“Hm? Raw? You sure? It won’t hurt?” Jungkook questioned, his brow furrowed.
“Mhm.”
“Okay.” Jungkook stated, tossing his boxers aside.
“On all fours.” He demanded, his voice regaining its edge.
Taehyung nodded, turning onto his hands and knees, burying his face in the pillow. He gripped the fabric tightly, anticipating the inevitable.
Jungkook slid into him, dry and insistent.
“Aw, fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” Jungkook groaned, his voice thick with pleasure.
“Jungkook! It hurts! Get out of me!” Taehyung’s voice was laced with tears, the pillow muffling his cries.
“Almost in, princess.” Jungkook’s voice was a velvet caress, his hips grinding against Taehyung’s.
“J-Jungkook… you do know that… ah fuck… that the walls are thin as hell, right?” Taehyung’s voice was muffled by the pillow, his knuckles white from gripping the fabric.
“Mhm. Let them hear your beautiful moans.”
Taehyung buried his face deeper into the pillow, pain and pleasure blurring into a single, overwhelming sensation.
“Just tell me when… when you’re all in…” He gasped, his voice barely audible.
After a few more agonizing seconds, Jungkook said, “All in.”
“Okay… you can move now…” Taehyung groaned, his body trembling.
Jungkook smirked before pulling out, softly going back in.
“Ah, shit…” Taehyung cursed under his breath.
Jungkook bit his bottom lip, sliding out, only to slam back in.
“Fuck!” Taehyung moaned, pushing his head into the mattress.
Jungkook took that as a cue to move faster, which he gladly did.
Their skin-ship turned Taehyung on even more , moaning into the (now) abused pillow.
“Jungkook… ah fuck - it feels… it feels so good…” Taehyung lifted his head off the pillow, moaning into thin air.
“Mm… Jungkook…” Jungkook slammed in deeper by Taehyung moaning his name.
“Fuck! There, oh fuck , do that again!” Taehyung cried in pleasure when Jungkook hit a bundle of nerves.
Jungkook leaned into Taehyung's neck, marking him more, taking his other hand and pumping him at the same speed of his thrusts.
“Faster~” He moaned of overstimulation, the pleasure consuming him. He clenched the bedsheets until his fists went white again, Jungkook’s hips meeting with his, his tip hitting his prostate.
He and Jungkook were a moaning mess, Taehyung chanting Jungkook's name every now and then.
Taehyung was going crazy, his hair plastered to his forehead by sweat, the pleasure he was experiencing was overwhelming, and in a matter of seconds, Taehyung came all over the bed, Jungkook's thrusts getting sloppy.
"Close…" Jungkook said, digging his nails into Taehyung's waist.
Soon, Jungkook pulled out, pumping himself before releasing onto Taehyung's back.
“Well, um… was dinner good?” Taehyung giggled, breathless and flushed.