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Wednesday (Part 2) (M)

"Should we... stop what we were doing earlier?" Jungkook asked, his voice gentle, the passion from before replaced with a soft concern. He didn't want to push Taehyung too far, didn't want to stir up painful memories.

Taehyung took a deep breath, his eyes focusing on Jungkook's. "No," he said firmly. "This is something I want. I want to be here with you, like this." He leaned in, pressing their foreheads together, the glow from their paintings casting a warm light over their faces.

Jungkook nodded, understanding that this moment was about more than just them. It was about finding joy in the present, about creating new memories that could coexist with the old. He kissed Taehyung again, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces that had finally found their match. The darkness was a cocoon, allowing them to be vulnerable without the harsh scrutiny of the outside world.

Their kiss grew slower, more deliberate, as if they were savoring every moment, every touch. Jungkook's hand slid down Taehyung's body, tracing the path of his spine, feeling the warmth of his skin, the strength of his muscles. He knew that Taehyung's heart was still tender, that the loss of Namjoon was a wound that had never fully healed. But in this moment, as their bodies moved in silent harmony, he hoped that he could be a source of comfort, a new memory to cherish.

Taehyung's hand rested on Jungkook's chest as he slowly began to unbutton Jungkook's shirt, his eyes never leaving Jungkook's. Jungkook felt the coolness of the room against his bare skin as the shirt fell away, but the warmth of Taehyung's hand was a balm to his soul. Taehyung's touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he was afraid to disturb the quiet moment that had settled over them.

Jungkook watched as Taehyung's eyes took in the art that adorned his body, the tattoos that told the story of his life. Each line, each color, was a memory etched into his skin, a part of him that he offered up to Taehyung without reservation. He had never felt this exposed before, this raw, but with Taehyung, it was different. It was as if the darkness had stripped away the layers of his defenses, leaving only the core of who he was.

Taehyung's hand grew bolder, his fingers tracing the lines of Jungkook's tattoos as if reading Braille, as if he could understand the language of his soul. Jungkook's heart hammered in his chest, the anticipation of Taehyung's touch setting his skin alight. The heat between them was palpable, a living, breathing entity that seemed to pulse in time with their hearts. The air was thick with desire, with the promise of what was to come.

Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as if trying to convey the unspoken words that their hearts held onto. Jungkook's hand found the back of Taehyung's ass again, his thumb rubbing small circles, his touch gentle yet firm. Taehyung's hand slid down Jungkook's bare chest, the feel of his skin like a live wire, sending shocks of pleasure through his body. The room was a cocoon of heat, their breaths mingling, the only sound in the quiet night.

The intimacy seemed to scorch the very air around them, turning the art studio into a sanctuary of passion. Jungkook's hand slid under Taehyung's shirt, his fingertips tracing the lines of his abs, feeling the warmth of his skin, the softness of his belly. Taehyung's hand found its way to Jungkook's waistband, his fingertips grazing the top of his underwear. Jungkook's body responded, his cock growing hard at the promise of Taehyung's touch.

Jungkook hands slid inside Taehyung's boxers as he felt the soft flesh of his bare ass, the heat from his body seeping into Jungkook's palms. Taehyung's breath hitched, his body tensing for a moment before melting into the touch. Jungkook's thumbs traced the crevice, moving in a tantalizing rhythm that had Taehyung's hips moving in silent invitation. The air was thick with desire, each breath a shared confession of want and need.

Their kiss grew more demanding, their tongues dancing in a rhythm that matched the beat of their racing hearts. Jungkook felt the bulge in Taehyung's pants, the heat of his cock pressing against his own, and he knew he had to touch him. He pulled Taehyung closer, grinding their hips together, the friction setting their bodies alight.