Royal Ace Lounge

⑬Are We Clear?

⚠️This chapter mostly has sexual content. Proceed with caution⚠️

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Taehyung had played with himself and came twice, and still his length was bloated with the butt plug that was shoved in his ass as he drove to the Royal Ace Lounge.

Jungkook was right not to trust his self-control, after all. But he would do anything in his power to prove him wrong. He would exert himself to maintain his focus and clarity.

He soon parked and slipped out of the car. The frown that was engraved on his face deepened with every step he took towards the entrance as the hardness in his ass rubbed against his walls voluptuously.

He encountered no one in the lounge, thankfully, and he resumed his way to Jungkook’s office at a plod. He couldn’t move faster. He felt like he would cum for a third time at any moment if he made any hasty movements.

He brought his slightly tremoring fist to the door and knocked. Once given the desired permission to enter, Taehyung simply pushed the door open. “Let’s go.”

Jungkook, sitting in his bouncy chair loosely, straightened his back. “What’s the hurry?”

Taehyung glanced left and right to assure there was no one around. “I need to take this thing out of me. I feel like I’ll cum in my pants.”

“Didn’t I tell you to cum before our meeting?”

Taehyung dropped his head, gripping his coat at the sides to resist his drilling urge to palm his cock. “I did. Twice.”

Jungkook lifted from his seat and swept his pack of cigarettes from the desk. “And you want to cum again so soon?”

“Soon? I drove for twenty minutes with this thing inside me,” Taehyung said, watching him as he drew nearer. “I hate your gift.”

“How else would you keep your hole ready?” He stepped outside and closed the door, then led the way to the elevator. “It’s a good exercise for your self-control as well. How long have you been holding your third orgasm?”

Taehyung limped behind him, wincing at every repositioning of the butt plug. “For about fifteen minutes.”

Jungkook noticed he straggled and decreased his speed until he stopped. “Can you make it to the black room, or do you want to go to the bathroom here?”

Taehyung didn’t have to think about it. “Here, please. I’m about to burst.”

“Fine. Don’t remove the butt plug yet.”

Taehyung nodded, not caring enough to question him about his order, and shuffled towards the bathroom to the right. He stood in front of the toilet, hissing in pained pleasure. As soon as his fingers brushed against his erection while unbuttoning his pants, the heat in his core erupted. He hastened to grab his cock and aimed into the toilet just in time.

His delayed orgasm kept on going, spurt after spurt of cum bursting out of his length as he groaned. He squeezed it, forcing out the last drop of cum, and a long, sonorous exhalation popped out of his mouth at the relief that overran him.

After flashing and washing his hands, he returned to the lounge slowly. The butt plug shifted at every stride, caressing his hole in ways that dazed him. He would be hard again in minutes if he didn’t take it out.

Jungkook twisted towards the elevator once Taehyung slid into his vision. They headed to the second floor in silence — Taehyung was too focused on trying not to get hard again, and Jungkook mentally braced himself for the impending events. He had cum four times before his meeting with Taehyung. Due to the whole abstention from sex thing, his hormones raged fiercely within him. So he relieved some of the pent-up tension and armored his self-restraint.