Your Lips, My Lips, Apocalypse.

Apocalypse.

"No!" Jungkook replies flatly, unbothered by Taehyung's pleas, slowing the pace down even more when Taehyung is itching to be railed like a ragdoll instead. "I want you to feel me- all of me. Feel me now and feel me for the days to come."

Taehyung's bound hands meet Jungkook's bare chest, repeatedly pounding at him out of the overwhelming pleasure of being stuffed and emptied again and again at a punishing pace but Jungkook tears his hands away, slams them on the bed and holds them down firmly as he fucks him as if he has a century to make it last. His attention harnessed by the tight heat that opens up and generously wraps around him, at his thick girth that wantonly breaches in and slides out of it, at their bodies that kiss each other and inch away only to meet again with more ferocity than before that the sight makes his cock throb harder, swell with need and pulsate with desire to fuck Taehyung into tears.

And he does, pulling out slowly and sinking in hard and fast, then pulling out again and grinding his hips in deeply at an angle that it straight up punches into Taehyung's prostate.

Taehyung almost feels his vision blurring, gasping at the shockwaves that shoot up his body, mouth agape, breaths stalled and not a single word, nor the meekest cries escape him, rather a soundless scream of pleasure tightens his throat as he floats, light-headed, as if floating weightlessly like a speck of dust in an abysmal oblivion, breaching the barriers of existence and into nothingness.

Being edged so many times has done him dirty that he can't bring himself to decide if it's his salvation from the punishment or the punishment itself, but fuck yess he wants it again, the feeling of too much pleasure, wants it so fucking much, to feel like breaking into shambles with euphoric ecstasy when Jungkook continues to rub the tip of his cock against his prostate, proding at it over and over again, hitting just the right spots, not too hard, just a grazing touch as if he is making love to it passionately.

But that's NOT how Taehyung wants to feel it again, that's not what he NEEDS.

"Please- please- please, h-hyung, f-faster—"

He begs, sobs, pleadingly gazes up at Jungkook only to lose his voice in a scream when Jungkook snaps his hips unannounced, with a long, firm thrust finding his prostate. 

"O-OHH MY GODD!! YESSS! YESS! FUCK!"

"That's right, baby," Jungkook grits out, the pressure around him too damn good even the pain of it feels divine, "this ass might be yours but I'm the owner of it, yeah?"

Taehyung is grappling with the haze of a looming orgasm. It grabs him like countless waves crashing over him one after another, violently pulling him underwater and mercilessly dragging him back to surface,  his senses gripped in a tight fist, floating, falling, tumbling and ascending beyond the state of blissful surrender and intense euphoria.

Jungkook barely lets him recover from the lingering headspace let alone whine, moan or squawk, shoving his tongue deep inside his parted mouth as he buries his cock in him one last time till the hem, curbing him closer to his high, yet pulling out soon enough when he suspects the first wave of pleasure beat onto Taehyung.

His hand immediately flies towards Taehyung's erection, curling his fingers around it in a death grip, squeezing the base of it firmly and digging a thumb into the slit to block any chances of his release, pressing until Taehyung writhes with a tormenting fire that has been stroked only to add more fuel to it. His tears of desperation and pleas of mercy fall on deaf ears, as Jungkook remains unfazed, his relentless begging and helpless thrashing goes unnoticed while Jungkook feeds on it, feeds on the hunger driven desire with his eyes, feels it seep in his skin, engraves the sight on his memory as the orgasm Taehyung had been begging for finally plunders him, but ruined, unfinished, leaving him feeling spent and empty yet bursting with white, hot desire, unsatisfied and gagging for more.