Royal Ace Lounge

㉔Should I Do It For You?

  
Jungkook could say he had reached his limit; it was getting harder and harder for him to constrain his overwhelming emotions.

After their conversation in Taehyung’s apartment about a week ago and the mind-bending sex, a large part of Jungkook became attached to him, and it only proceeded to scale up as time flowed by. He didn’t miss a chance to kiss him, hug him, just be close to him. Taehyung occupied his mind at all times, his eyes always searched for him around the bar, and a vile tautness twisted his stomach every time he watched him flirt with a customer.

And when he repeatedly caught himself thinking about Taehyung having sex with his customers, that vile tautness in his gut became unbearable. It maddened him, wrapped his whole being into flames of rage and frustration and revulsion, until he came to a life-shattering realization.

He was jealous.

He wanted Taehyung only for himself. He couldn’t deny it, couldn’t ignore it any longer. He considered multiple times to fire him, just so he wouldn’t have to see other men touch him. But if he did that, he would have to end whatever was going on between them as well. And he wasn’t sure if he could end it just yet.

. . .

It was a slow day of work for Taehyung. They rarely had that many customers on Tuesdays, and that day was no different.

He couldn’t understand himself. Jungkook’s affection towards him only seemed to grow, and while it felt too much at times, he found himself longing for it when he didn’t get enough. He eagerly awaited for the time he would go to work and have his hole wrecked by him, and then for the time he would take a break and join him at his table, which obviously led to a second round as usual.

He had forgotten how much he despised the sight of other hosts fondling him. It was something he disliked from the beginning, and for some reason he didn’t know, his aversion to the sight had deepened by a lot.

He couldn’t count anymore how many times he thought about Jungkook when he was in the pleasure room with a customer. No one felt as good as him, and that bewildered him more than he could handle.

Taehyung appeased his confusion and any convoluted feeling he experienced by reminding himself he should just enjoy whatever he had going on with him. There wasn’t anything else he could do about it, anyway.

  
As soon as Taehyung thanked his new customer who bought him a drink, he headed to Jungkook’s table. He disregarded the sting that shocked through his body as he observed the way Euntae kissed his neck and rubbed himself on him and soon stood in front of them.

Jungkook’s eyes twinkled at his presence, eagerness quickly swarming him. He tapped on Euntae’s back in a silent order to leave, and the host did after bowing to him.

Taehyung sank down next to him, his gaze scanning his form. “Why do you let Euntae sit with you? He can’t even get you hard.”

A smirked pulled on the corner of Jungkook’s lips. “Did you forget? I don’t get hard that easily.”

“I can get you hard in seconds.” Taehyung slid towards him until there was no space between them. He let his lips ghost over his neck and dragged them to his earlobe. He closed his mouth around it, sucking it with a drawn-out moan, as he set a hand in the center of his chest.

Jungkook’s heart kicked into a gallop at the simple action, and in fear that Taehyung would sense it, he ringed his wrist and repositioned his hand on his thigh instead. “Yeah, you can. Why do you think I keep fucking you, Taehyung? You’re the sexiest little thing ever.”

Taehyung smirked against the skin of his neck and guzzled it with consecutive sucks and bites. He smoothed his hand along his thigh, squeezing it, his fingertips brushing against his crotch just slightly. He withdrew seconds later to marvel at the results of his tantalizing actions. “See? Already hard for me.”