Starving (M)

Chapter 3 - The Whole Damn Zoo (M)

"I told you I wasn't in the mood." He choked out, his nose still burning.

"I'm not talking about sex. If the meathead sees me here, he'll know you're done with him for good."

Taehyung pursed his lips. Jungkook had a point. Whenever Tae and Ibiki fight, Taehyung always returns to the dorm alone. The following day, Ibiki knocked on the door, and when Taehyung opened it, you could see relief in his eyes.

It would make him lose his confidence in Taehyung and bother someone else if he believed Taehyung slept with Jungkook. Locking eyes with Jungkook, Taehyung nodded.

"No sex?" he asked.

Jungkook laughed.

"No sex."

......

The room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of the desk lamp casting gentle shadows on the walls. A faint scent of sandalwood lingered in the air, mingling with the remnants of their colognes and the subtle hint of vodka. The quiet hum of the city outside was barely audible, creating a cocoon of intimacy around them.

It wasn't awkward.

Not in the least.

The dorm bed wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either. Taehyung wondered how he ended up against the wall, covers clutched to his chest. He watched Jungkook drift off to sleep. He couldn't help but admire how peaceful the other looked. He couldn't help but feel envy. He wanted to be that peaceful, too.

The ravenette was only in his boxers, throwing his sweaty and perfume-scented clothing onto the computer chair. After sliding into bed, Jungkook rested his head on the end of the pillow. He had one arm behind his head, the other on his chest, and the rest of his sculpted body covered in a thin sheet. Huffing, Taehyung blushed when he noticed Jungkook's abdomen rise and fall.

They finished the vodka bottle, so Taehyung had a comfortable buzz. His whole body was warm, and he felt relaxed. He could feel his heart beating faster, and he took a deep breath.

'I want you to let go and cum for me.' A surge of pleasure radiated through his body straight to his loins. Taehyung bit his lip, pressing his thighs together as he recalled what Jungkook had said earlier that night.

"Let me have you for one night. I could make your toes curl and your knees weak. Let me fuck you right, baby. I'll have you screaming my name." Taehyung shivered as Jungkook's lips gently pressed against his earrings.

The blonde sighed, his body tingling, remembering what it felt like having Jungkook stretch him. He was breathless, running his hand over his chest and neck, recalling how soft Jungkook's lips felt as they caressed his tan skin. Taehyunug swallowed. He was in deep trouble. His brown eyes focused back on Jungkook. While he stared at the ravenette, his face warmed up, his eyes darting over the dark lines of tattoos stretching across Jungkook's shoulders. The tattoos disappeared in the shadows of the night. Then, he noticed the silver ring curving through Jungkook's bottom lip.

He had been so focused on the tongue ring that he didn't notice how the lip rings felt. He wanted to taste them and feel them against his heated skin. Were they made of the same metal as the tongue piercing, or were they different? How would they feel against his nipples and possibly lower?

Taehyung gasped softly, his heart hammering against his ribs. He told Jungkook no sex. But here he was, lying next to the object of his desires and imagining how it would feel to be held down and pounded into the sheets. Taehyung stared at Jungkook's lips, his wide eyes focusing on the silver rings in the corner of his lips. The warm buzz he had earlier seemed like an inferno. His body started to sweat. Beads appeared on his forehead and dripped down his neck.