COFFEE AND MINT CHOCOLATE (TAEKOOK +18 ONLY)

Back at the Café

Taehyung had enough time to go home get ready before returning back to the café. Leaving his dark chocolate hair natural and fluffy, he opted for a simple, sexy look of tight, ripped jeans, loose white t-shirt that showed off his collarbones, topped with a denim jacket. He felt good, sexy.

He hadn't been this nervous since... well, ever and he had no idea why -it's not like he was inexperienced... but Taehyung didn't really do random hook-ups and even though it had occurred to him that this thing -whatever it was- was most likely to be just that, he went into it with his somewhat rose-tint-spectacled eyes wide open, perhaps his shy, swelling heart secretly hoping for something more.

Since it was nearly closing time, the café was nearly empty when he walked in.

After nodding his hello at the handsomeness by the coffee machines, braving a little shy smile, Taehyung positioned himself at one of the twirling bar stools at a high island near the counter -where he had the best view of JungKook.

His eyes never left the trim form, instead Taehyung admired the way he moved about, preparing drinks and taking payments, cleaning up with such fluid ease. Taehyung wouldn't have been able to look away had he tried -there was way too much muscle flexing under all that fitted fabric...

When JungKook finally came to Taehyung, only a single couple remained in the very far corner of the café.

Instantly, Taehyung felt his heart stutter, his breath become light and airless until he felt like he might float away.

"Hey." JungKook spoke quietly and swirled the stool so Taehyung faced him fully. Then in a very easy and smooth way he just pushed in between Taehyung's legs and leaned closer, close enough that Taehyung leaned further back until his back pressed against the tabletop. Suddenly he was trapped between the sharp edge digging into his spine and the threatening closeness of the hard body -and positively unable to breathe.

Taehyung felt very hot and bothered, damp heat gathering in the groove of his back, and nothing had even happened yet. He bit down on his lip to try and contain his urge to do something irresponsible, only to attract JungKook's attention with the small action.

JungKook wanted nothing more than to kiss the lush mouth in front of him, he wanted to claim it, hell, claim the man that came with it. Right here, right now. Fuck him standing up, no matter who was looking. Pants pooling around ankles, ripped clothes hanging off naked shoulders, messy hair from too much yanking... bite marks along shoulder blades... Hmmm... he saw it all so clearly with his mind's eye that he felt his cock stir in his pants.

Taehyung gasped audibly when a firm hand right over his tail bone pulled him closer to the strong body, spreading his thighs even further apart until he was so close to JungKook's crotch that he didn't know what to do or where to look.

"You're going to have to stop looking at me like that or I'll be forced to bend you over and fuck you silly out the back... Taehyung." The quiet words were hot and moist at his ear, making him quiver like a leaf.

Oh.

He felt the red rise to his cheeks like a heat wave.

This was entirely unexpected. The confidence. The directness. The familiarity.

Taehyung's response to it was also completely unexpected -the way he purred at the confidence, felt a swelling in his pants at the directness while revelling in the sudden ease and familiarity between them. He felt none of the shyness that sometimes plagued him in the presence of strangers.