Royal Ace Lounge

⑯I Don't Want Anything From You

   
Taehyung’s senses crawled back to him, and he blindly reached out to grab his phone so he could check the time. He pushed his arm further, since he could only feel the mattress beneath his palm, but still he couldn’t reach it. It was baffling because usually he could, with an idle stretch of his arm.

With a frown surfacing on his sleepy traits, Taehyung cracked his eyes open, and they swelled into two big circles of surprise as they absorbed the unfamiliar room. He retraced yesterday’s events in his head, and when every single piece connected, he jolted to a sitting position.

A searing pain punched through his form right away, with the starting point being his ass. His jaw hung open as he breathed spasmodically for a spell, waiting for the shock of pain to subside. Although Jungkook didn’t fuck him for long yesterday, he fucked him roughly, just like he wanted. A level of soreness was expected, but damn. He wasn’t sure if he could even walk.

The remembrance that he had fallen asleep, and especially naked, triggered a tangle of embarrassment that spiraled around his chest, constricting it. He didn’t even get to question Jungkook about his bizarre behavior before he disappeared into the bathroom.

Taehyung literally crawled out of the bed, since he couldn’t scoot over with his hole flaming in pain. He visited the bathroom to freshen up and wore the clean clothes Jungkook had placed in the cabinet for him. It was an all black outfit — just a casual sweater and sweatpants.

He folded his clothes and held them in one hand as he grabbed his bag with the other and trod out of the room, wincing slightly at the discomfort at his bottom. He pattered along the hallway with a flicker of wariness and paused at the end to peek into the living room. At the sight of Jungkook sitting on the long couch, he advanced and made his presence known with a clearing of his throat.

Jungkook stopped the motion of sipping his coffee and twisted his head to look at him. “Sit, Taehyung.”

Taehyung lingered in his place. The man before him was nothing like the one from yesterday. A very familiar facade of dispassion shrouded Jungkook’s face, his dull eyes regarding him with the slightest of interest. As if he was reliving their first meeting all over again. As if Jungkook hadn’t cum inside him just yesterday.

It bothered him more than he thought. Still, he neared the armchair to Jungkook’s right and sank down carefully, placing his things on the table.

“What happened yesterday was unacceptable,” Jungkook began, acutely poised and indifferent. “First, I apologize for losing my self-control. I shouldn’t have agreed to teach you anything yesterday. Second, what you did was wrong. You begged me to fuck you, knowing very well about my condition. You used my inability to control myself. Third, I will no longer teach you anything. I don’t trust you.”

Taehyung listened to his speech with an ever-growing vexation curling in his gut. It festered so much towards the end it manifested on his face in a harsh frown that had bafflement outlining it. “You can’t act so distant and professional to me while I still have your dried cum in my ass, Jungkook.”

“Don’t call me that,” he said, a warning sharpening his tone. “And don’t be a brat. Did you understand what I said?”

Taehyung’s eyes rolled high as he traced the inner side of his mouth with his tongue. He tamed his aggravation enough to respond. “Sure. Can I talk now?”

“I don’t think there’s more to discuss.”

“I think there is.”

Jungkook took in his determination apathetically. “Fine.”

Taehyung drew in a calming inflow of air and sighed. “I wasn’t sane yesterday. I had slipped. That’s why I begged you to fuck me. And I am sorry about that. I didn’t do it on purpose. I mean, at the beginning I thought about intentionally making you lose your self-control, but I didn’t act on it. I even stopped you when I felt like slipping. I just couldn’t control myself later. Everything you did felt amazing.”