𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

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The man bent over him, his hands resting on either side of Jungkook, his faces inches away, almost teasing him.

"Look into my eyes," he whispered, his breath tickling Jungkook's depraved lips.

He did as he was told, but bit his lip as he felt the blade dig into his hip. His brows furrowed, the man's smile grew bigger. He winced, the man groaned in response. Jungkook understood that this man was turned on by pain. And strangely enough, so was he. The man's hand delicately touched Jungkook's face, running his thumb across Jungkook's bottom lip. He looked down at the cut, blood slowly oozing out of it, and smiled again. Jungkook had never seen something quite like this. Complete... madness. For once he did not feel so alone. As much as this man loved to inflict pain, Jungkook had to admit to himself that he loved receiving it. Two broken men finding inner peace within each other. They both felt... good. Normal, almost.

The man groaned and put the knife aside, seeming frustrated.

"You are so beautiful," he said, his look trailing from the cut to Jungkook's body, and then his face.

The man pushed himself against Jungkook. He felt the cut burning from the friction of their two bodies, but his attention quickly moved to whom he was embracing. Jungkook groaned into the man's mouth as they exchanged another passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining, their teeth tugging at each other's lips. Their kiss felt desperate, needy, hungry, and exchanged so many deep emotions both had felt in the last years. Jungkook's heart flared up, feeling alive again.

The man put his middle finger in Jungkook's mouth. Jungkook licked it, sucked up, bit down on it and watched as the finger left his mouth, drenched in drool. The man's hand traveled downwards, and his wet finger found Jungkook's ass quickly. He put his finger inside and watched as Jungkook's back arched; licked his lips as Jungkook groaned. He went in and out slowly, teasing him, observing each of his responses. Jungkook twisted around, bit his lips, moaned... but it was when he looked at the man with pleading eyes that the latter lost it.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath.

The man spread Jungkook's legs, exposing him. He let drool fall onto his dick, coating it. As he placed himself at his entrance, his right hand grabbed at Jungkook's throat.

"Call my name. Taehyung," he commanded.

"Tae─" he choked, the man entering him.

Taehyung eased himself slowly into him, his grasp on Jungkook's neck becoming tighter. Both men were silent, taking in the extreme pleasure they were feeling. All you could hear was their deep, heavy breathing. His free hand grabbed the back of Jungkook's knee and lifted it up, stretching him out even more. His nails dug deep into his neck, piercing the skin. The abundance of pleasure the man was feeling made him feel almost animalistic. He could not hold back.

He picked up his rhythm and with each thrust Jungkook moaned loudly in response. He felt whole, completely dominated by this mysterious, fucked up man. In that moment he did not know much, but what he did know was that he had never felt so alive. Taehyung's hand left his neck and trailed downwards, nails clawing at his skin. He trailed his thumb against the fresh cut, making Jungkook groan in response, then grabbed his other knee and pulled it up like the other. Taehyung thrust in deeper and deeper, bringing both of them close to the edge. Their skin felt on fire, each other's touch driving the other insane. As if they were not crazy enough.

Taehyung kissed Jungkook's neck where he had left nail marks, then left a hickey dark enough to bruise for days.

"Mine," he whispered in Jungkook's ear.

His tongue trailed downwards, swirling around Jungkook's nipple. He arched his back in response, his breath shaky. Jungkook's moans turned to whining as Taehyung's teeth teased him, leaving marks all around his chest.

"Mine," he whispered again, in between grunts.

Taehyung slammed into Jungkook even harder, bringing both close to the edge. He kissed Jungkook hungrily, sloppily, needily as his breaths became shorter and quicker. Jungkook whined as the sensations overpowered him, his body giving in to the pleasurable torture it was submitted to.

"Say you're mine," Taehyung groaned, almost desperately.

"I am yours," he whispered back without any hesitation.

They both found release within each other, not only physically. As they breathed heavily, Taehyung lying on top of Jungkook, they felt at ease. They felt peaceful. They laid still, in silence, unsure what to say. Jungkook put his arm around Taehyung, holding him close. The warmth he felt inside his chest felt unknown, almost intruding. He put his confused thoughts to rest as exhaustion took over. Sleep came menacingly, drawing him back into a land of nightmares he always feared to visit.