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The alley was their sanctuary, a place where their rivalry had turned into something far more complex and profound. Jungkook's tongue swirled around Taehyung's shaft, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Taehyung's breaths grew erratic, his body trembling as he fought to maintain control. Jungkook reveled in the power he held, the ability to bring this powerful man to his knees with nothing but his mouth.
Taehyung's hand found the back of Jungkook's head, guiding him deeper, his hips rolling in time with Jungkook's movements. Jungkook took him in, all the way to the base, his throat tightening around Taehyung's cock. The sound of Taehyung's ragged breaths, the feel of his body trembling with need, was intoxicating. Jungkook's own arousal grew, his hips bucking against the wet cobblestones, seeking friction.
Taehyung's hand moved to Jungkook's erection, his strokes matching the rhythm of Jungkook's mouth. Jungkook moaned around Taehyung's length, the vibrations sending shivers down Taehyung's spine. Their movements grew more frantic, their kisses turning into a battle of dominance that neither wanted to win, only to feel the other's submission.
The alley was a whirlwind of passion, their breaths mingling with the rain, their hearts beating in sync. Jungkook's mouth worked Taehyung's cock with an intensity that left him gasping for air, his hand pumping Jungkook in time. The tension grew, their bodies straining towards the precipice of release.
Taehyung's hand tightened around Jungkook's erection, his strokes growing quicker, more demanding. Jungkook took him deeper, his throat tightening around Taehyung's cock, the wet sounds of their passion echoing off the alley walls. Taehyung's hips jerked, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts as he neared the climax. Jungkook could feel it, the tension in Taehyung's body, the tremble in his thighs, and he knew he was close.
With a final, desperate stroke, Taehyung came, his warmth flooding Jungkook's mouth. Jungkook swallowed, the taste of him a sweet victory. Taehyung's hand on Jungkook's cock didn't stop, didn't even falter, his movements sure and steady as he brought Jungkook to the edge. Jungkook's eyes watered, his moan lost in the storm, as he spilled into Taehyung's hand, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
For a moment, they remained like that, panting and trembling, their hearts beating in sync with the rain. Then, Taehyung leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Jungkook's forehead. Jungkook looked up, their eyes meeting in a silent understanding. They had crossed a line, entered a realm where their rivalry no longer mattered. They were no longer enemies, but mates bound by a fiery passion that could not be denied.
The rain grew softer, as if the heavens themselves were giving their blessing to the newfound lovers. They stood, their clothes sticking to their bodies, their weapons forgotten in the puddles at their feet. Taehyung took Jungkook's hand, leading him away from the alley, away from the gangs that had once defined them. They walked through the quiet, rain-soaked streets, the neon lights reflecting off their drenched skin, casting a glow around them that seemed almost otherworldly.
Taehyung led Jungkook to a small, dimly lit café that seemed to be the last bastion of warmth in the cold, unforgiving city. They stumbled inside, the bell above the door chiming sweetly in the quiet. The owner looked up from her book, surprise etched on her face at the sight of two notorious gang leaders walking hand in hand, but she said nothing, sensing the gravity of the moment.
They found a secluded booth in the back, the worn leather seats sticking slightly to their wet clothes. Jungkook shivered, not from the cold, but from the aftermath of their encounter. Taehyung didn't miss the tremor, pulling him closer, his arm draped protectively around Jungkook's shoulders. He called out an order for two hot chocolates, his voice a gentle rumble in the quiet space.
