Lovers In Venice • VKOOK ✓

X. CITY OF CHAOS

ˏ 𓏧 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓋒 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏧 ˎ

On an unusually chilly summer evening, the sky shifted swiftly from a light blue hue to a deep purple, even though it was only nine in the evening. Taehyung had asked Jeongguk to arrive later than usual, citing a busy day as the reason for the change in plans.

When the doorbell chimed, Taehyung hastened to answer it, greeted by the sight of a troubled-looking Jeongguk.

"Good evening," Taehyung greeted, his voice carried on the breezy wind entering through the open window.

"Taehyung... We need to talk," Jeongguk's voice trembled slightly, avoiding direct eye contact and fidgeting with his hands. "And please, don't call me 'love.'"

"Come in, take a seat," Taehyung offered, a faint disquiet evident in his smile. Jeongguk sensed a strange unfamiliarity in his eyes—gone was the usual warmth in them, replaced by an unsettling hint of mischief.

Seating himself with an eerie smirk, Taehyung gestured to the couch. "Let's have this conversation." His demeanor held an odd mix of commanding authority and a somewhat feeble attempt at being assertive.

"Taehyung, I—" Jeongguk began, visibly nervous. He hesitated before settling into his seat. "I want to stop working with you."

"What do you mean?" Taehyung's voice betrayed a mixture of concern and dismay.

"I'm serious. I can't do this anymore—help you the way you want me to," Jeongguk confessed, his fists clenched in frustration.

"Ah, you almost had me there," Taehyung scoffed, not taking him seriously.

"No! I'm being honest! I can't continue like this. You can't keep doing this. You came to Venice for a reason, right? So why are you screwing everything up?" Jeongguk's tone turned whiny, a stark departure from his usual reserved self.

"The only thing I'm screwing it's you, love," Taehyung talked back, making Jeongguk blush.

"Don't be like that," the boy hissed. "Whatever we have going on needs to stop. We're... We're not the same Taehyung."

"In what way?" Taehyung cooed, placing a hand on Jeongguk's hot cheek.

"You don't want to know..." the boy promptly slapped his hand away. "You don't understand, this is wrong, this is..."

"All you fucking want..." Taehyung let out breathlessly, "Am I right?"

"T-Taehyung—" Jeongguk stuttered.

"I'm going to take good care of you like I always do..." rasped Taehyung, nibbling on Jeongguk's earlobe to arouse him. And damn if it worked. Jeongguk found himself hard in a matter of seconds.

With that, Tehyung began palming his clothed member. Eyes closed, Jeongguk felt it being stroked by Taehyung's firm hand, chest heaving from the pleasure. Then, he unzipped the boy's pants.

"I just want to repay you for everything you did for me..." The man smiled sheepishly, pumping Jeongguk's length.

The boy pitifully cursed under his breath, watching Taehyung slowly lowering his head to align it with his cock and taste it. His head lolled back against the couch, vocal moans erupting from his lips as the man began sucking him off like only he knew how to. At one point, Jeongguk even pulled him by his blond hair, the pleasure spreading across his lower regions getting to his head, making it empty, now only filled in lascivious thoughts.

"F-feels good," he whimpered, running his agile fingers through Taehyung's mane to control his movements and pull him close, push him down, deeper, filling his mouth with his cock.

As much as Taehyung wanted to have the younger come in his mouth, he had to restrain himself and save his orgasm for later. He stopped mouth-fucking him and turned to look at him, cheeks red in hue.

"You don't even know how much I'm craving to fuck you right now," he growled, looking straight into Jeongguk's eyes. "Having you moaning, screaming, squirming under me, begging me to fill you," he said, straightening himself up to grab Jeongguk by the chin and force him to lock eyes with him.

Taehyung needed, no he craved Jeongguk's body right here and there, he craved no he demanded to have him under him, to dominate him, to feel him, to fill him up, to possess him like no other man could. He was his muse, his only, nobody else's. He was growing possessive over the boy, the thought of him leaving him for another man or just leaving him, in general, tore him apart. He was more than just his muse, he was the blood in his veins, the air in his lungs, the fire igniting his core. He took out a blindfold.

"Don't be scared. You're going to thank me later," Taehyung offered, seamlessly putting the blindfold over Jeongguk's eyes. "Good boy," he cooed upon seeing Jeongguk being oh-so compliant. "Come with me."

Jeongguk didn't know how to react so he simply obeyed. "What are you doing?" he asked as Taehyung led him to the window, taut tummy hitting its cold surface. He had only a mere idea of where he was but he wasn't quite sure, given he'd temporarily lost the gift of sight.

"How about... I fuck you nicely against this window, does that sound good?" Taehyung asked breathlessly.

"Y-Yes," Jeongguk reacted, feeling the man's bulge pressing against his ass.

"Does it, baby?"

"Y-Yes!" The boy nodded fervently, oh-so needy for him already.

"Good." Taehyung spanked him after ridding him of his pants, rejoicing at the high-pitched squeal that left his mouth. A reddish bruise slowly began to form on his pearly skin. Taehyung was in awe of the way those two colors mixed, like on a canvas.

Next, two of his fingers slid inside Jeongguk's entrance to prep him up, the boy gasping as Taehyung began to finger him. "Just.... stay still," he whispered, inserting another digit inside his hole to stretch him out, as two was not enough. Jeongguk nodded, focusing more on the pleasure than the pain Taehyung was giving him.

Then, Taehyung pulled in, making him gasp. He wanted it to be intense, to hit his prostate with every thrust, to leave him breathless at the end of it all. Luckily the streets of Venice were nearly empty that night, except for a few passersby who didn't seem to notice what was going on.

"Aah fuck—" Jeongguk yelped, feeling on the verge to come. Sure, that wasn't the first time Taehyung and him were having intercourse, though for some reason it all felt way more satisfying than usual.

"So p-pretty as you take me," Taehyung stuttered, slamming his dick inside Jeongguk's hole even faster now, causing the boy to let out broken gasps.

"I— c-come... I'm a-about to..." Jeongguk stammered, feeling Taehyung pant from the strain as he came before him, filling him to the brim. "M-make me come too please," he cried out, resting his head against Taehyung's shoulder as he closed his eyes, feeling his strong hand wrapped around his cock which was now throbbing, finally releasing his load. Both shaking and panting, they remained in that position for a while to catch their breaths.

Later, they crashed on the bed, feeling exhausted and spent.

"This isn't good..." Jeongguk's voice quivered, tears welling in his eyes. His sudden statement hung heavily in the air.

Taehyung felt a surge of confusion. "Why?" he asked, his tone tinged with a mix of concern and bewilderment.

Without a word, Jeongguk slowly rose from the bed, his movements weighted with a palpable sense of exhaustion. He retrieved his robe, slipping it on with practiced ease. With a downcast gaze and an air of shame, he made his way towards the front door, each step measured and deliberate.

"Jeonggu—" Taehyung's words faltered, unable to keep pace with the whirlwind of emotions taking hold of him.

Jeongguk appeared poised to depart. "Don't look for me anymore," he stated, his voice void of emotion as he exited the studio without sparing even a glance behind him.