Kim Taehyung is a 31 year old therapist. He's great at what he does, the best despite his stern, mature personality. While having all of his patients slowly heal due to his expertise, it seems that his newest patient, 19 year old Jeon Jungkook is ju...
"Please," The younger's muffled Whimper made the older man's stomach churn, Jungkook's face nuzzling Deep into his clothed crotch as his small hands rested on Taehyung's thighs, squeezing his flesh with urgency. "I'll Be a Good boy, I Swear!"
"Look at you, darling." The man chuckled, a gentle smile on his lips as he tangled his fingers in the teen's hair, caressing his scalp momentarily before harshly pulling his hair to lift his head from his crotch and so their eyes could meet. "You're so Needy, Aren't you? But Are you sure you're ready? You're not just asking because you feel the need to?"
"I really am Ready, Taehyungie," Jungkook nodded desperately, a whine leaving his lips as the older man tugged harder on his hair, spreading his legs more for the younger in between them. Jungkook's hair was messy, eyes teary and cheeks red and swollen as he looked up at the man on the couch infront of him. "So Y-Yes Please.. I wanna Have Sex."
"So cute," Taehyung cooed, pushing the teen's hair back, leaning down to press his lips to Jungkook's forehead. "Come on then, Darling. Let's go to my bedroom."
Jungkook's eyes lit up, and he scrambled to his feet, immediately grabbing his boyfriend's larger hand. He liked Calling Mr Kim his boyfriend now.It felt right.
The older man chuckled, endeared by Jungkook's childish glee, and rose from his seat on the couch. He lead the eager boy out of the living room and up the stairs, His own Pants tightening by the second.
Reaching the Top of the stairs, The Therapist Opened his bedroom door, holding it for the younger before following him inside, making sure to close the door behind them with a gentle 'click'.
Jungkook shuddered as he felt Taehyung's large hand on the small of his back, guiding him towards the bed. "T-Taehyung..." he almost whined, his arousal starting to make him sweat and tremble under the weight of Taehyung's palm as the anticipation of what was to come made him grow more needy. "please,"
"What is it, Sweetheart?" The older man whispered, gently pushing the boy so he lay on the bed. Jungkook gasped as his back made contact with the sheets, his body bouncing slightly from the mattress and his eyes loosing focus as he looked up at the man above him.
