Royal Ace Lounge

㉒Why Am I An Exception?

A few days rolled by in the shape of a routine. Taehyung visited Jungkook's office by the latter's request, and they had a quick round of blazing hot sex before work. Taehyung often dropped by his table to chat, fondle him, flare him up, and that naturally led to a second round in Jungkook's office.

It was a routine, but neither of them seemed to get sick of it — instead, the more days passed, the brighter their yearning for one another blazed.

By the time a whole week flowed by, Jungkook came to a surprising realization. He didn't want other hosts by his side anymore. Their touch felt nothing like Taehyung's. He only wanted his hands fondling him, his mouth on him, his body against his own.

It happened so slowly he didn't comprehend it. At first, he rejected a couple of hosts. Then all of them. And when he caught himself alone at his table, eagerly searching for Taehyung and waiting for the moment he would come to join him, it struck him.

It was bizarre, even to himself, but he couldn't help it. He wanted Taehyung and only Taehyung.

The said man, of course, noticed right away. He didn't allow himself to dwell on it, because he had his own issues to deal with. While he used to enjoy his time with clients in the pleasure rooms, he couldn't get fully hard the past days. Was it because of the regular sex he was having with Jungkook? Or because the men touching him weren't Jungkook?

He dreaded to think of that possibility. If no other man could get him fully hard, it had to mean something, and Taehyung didn't want it to mean something. He wasn't the relationship type of guy — he hadn't even kept a fixed fuck buddy for more than a week because he got bored too easily. With Jungkook, though... His need for him only seemed to deepen.

What was so special about Jungkook? What did he have that other men didn't? Why did his touch feel different? Why did his kisses make him see fucking stars? He hadn't unraveled any of those mysteries yet, and he found himself even more mystified when he ruminated on the matter.

🥀

Lying on the couch naked after one of their usual hookups, Jungkook drew kiss after kiss of his rosy lips, his hand swimming up and down his side.

Although Taehyung sometimes found his affection, he could say, too much for a simple fuck, he delighted in it more than he could admit. It felt as if Jungkook couldn't get enough of him and kept kissing him until his want for him would be satiated.

Jungkook hummed blissfully, still too intoxicated by the shattering orgasm Taehyung gifted him. "Come to my house after work," he uttered against his mouth. "I want to sleep with you."

Taehyung's chest quivered with the subdued giggle he expelled. "That's such a romantic way to say it. Just say you want to fuck me."

Jungkook painted a path of kisses along his cheek before retracing his way to his lips. "No, I mean it as it is. I want to sleep with you."

The words draggled around them, gleaming red and screaming, and the atmosphere instantly turned so edgy and stiff, just like Taehyung's entire body. Jungkook must have perceived it, because he terminated his sugary kisses and pulled back to look at him, though Taehyung avoided his stare.

"What is it?"

"Why... Why would you want that?"

"I don't know. I just do. Is it wrong?"