My Sweetest Thing (I Will Devour You) TAEKOOK COMPLETE (18+)

Chapter 17

The sunny city scenery passing by does not take Taehyung's mind off the fact that the air in the car is suffocating, he can't breathe. He's so wired after all that. Not just from thinking about everything that will happen when Jungkook will be chained up... his mind is going wild imagining Jungkook keeping him in all the gear.

He can almost feel the cool, heavy metal against his skin and it sets his insides on fire. He can't stop thinking about it. Just being there, presented like some banquet, with no means of escape. Fuck.

He has to think about something else before he'll do something stupid.

"You OK?" He asks Jungkook when the complete silence continues after several minutes.

Jungkook doesn't answer, he just breaks suddenly, swerving into an alley. The car has barely stopped when he grabs Taehyung by the neck and yanks him into a brutal kiss.

In what feels like a second, he is climbing over Taehyung, pressing him into the seat, smoothly dropping the back of it until he's lying almost flat.

"Wh-" This really isn't the time nor the place so Taehyung pushes meekly, but he doesn't really want Jungkook to stop...

"Hate. The way. He was. Looking at you." Jungkook eats his way down the throat in ruthless mouthfuls. Taehyung's back arches off the seat when he moans under the urgent touches.

"Ahh..." Thick thighs slide between Taehyung's knees until hips press against hips and immediately, heat flushes all over him. "Jungkook... He wasn't..."

"Couldn't stop thinking about you in the chains..." Jungkook speaks against Taehyung's skin while he pants. His hand slips under Taehyung's shirt, when it doesn't move out of his way fast enough, he just yanks and buttons fly until he finds a nipple – the pinch comes without warning.

"Ohh-ngh, Jungkook. S-someone's going to s-see us. Fuck." A hand slips under him, straight into his pants, grabs an ass cheek and pulls Taehyung almost off the seat, squishing him against Jungkook's cock, hard, it's like Taehyung has no control over his body.

"G-od!" He grips and pulls at Jungkook, then pushes, not sure if he's trying to stop or encourage him to carry on.

His legs wrap around the hips, hand pushing under Jungkook's top across the back. He shouldn't, but he wants to. So badly.

Jungkook pulls away, panting, a hand firmly over Taehyung's throat.

"Fuck, I want to see you in that collar, fuck you limp until you fucking pass out..." Jungkook growls, eyes wild, teeth flashing. Another hand pulls Taehyung's hair back, stretching the neck in the grip.

It feels so good that Taehyung doesn't even notice how Jungkook's eyes are so dark, his voice so hard.... There is a strange grunt, a dark rumble that rises from somewhere deep when Jungkook struggles with his demons.

"Jungkook." Taehyung tries to speak, but all of a sudden, it's difficult, the grip around his throat is tight. Really tight.

"Jungkook." He pushes up, smacks the chest above him when he can feel his eyes water from the pressure of the grip, and the red rise on his face. "I-I can't... breathe." He stutters.

Suddenly, the eyes staring down at him through the canopy of dark hair are entirely black, the passion somehow gone from them, replaced by cold hardness.