𝚋𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚜 || [𝙱𝚡𝙱]

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Ship; Taekook

Dom // Taehyung
Sub // Jungkook

I already know everybody wants taekook, so here you go.
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He looks at the hotel pool, waters purple from the lights below, small waves from his feet stepping into it, traveling across the area. He’s dangling his legs in the water, robe wrapped around him as he stares. As he lets his eyes be blessed by the sight, and the soft feeling of the white robe, which looked pink in the purple hue of the room. The big window in front of him showed the entirety of the city, the beauty of the lights, black skyscrapers standing in front of the night sky.

Sometimes, he thought that even though there were no stars, the city still looked pretty. That maybe, different people had different stars. It made more sense in his head.

He didn’t turn to the door when it opened behind him, not wanting to take his eyes off the beauty. Besides, it was obvious who it was, as the older man had reserved the pool for only the two of them. On top of that, he could feel the gravitational pull from him, he could feel the tension as soon as he shut the door. This was the first time they had seen each other in a month in a half, and other than a late-night video sex call, Jungkook hadn’t had much sexual activity during that time. He wasn’t allowed to touch himself unless given permission. 

Taehyung’s breath was on the back of his neck, making him close his eyes and lean back a little, a chill running about halfway down his back. He stopped his movement, keeping his eyes lazily open, waiting for a touch to come to him. Nothing came, per usual, and the breath that was once on his neck was gone in a second. He turned to look at him, watching as he went and set his towel on one of the white cushioned chairs, both looking incredibly comfortable. There was a small table in the middle of the two of them, red candles and some sort of alcoholic drinks, that he knew he would get both of. Taehyung wasn’t too keen on alcohol. 

When the older turned to him, he looked like he didn’t care much about anything at all. Jungkook knew what was behind that look, he knew that all of this wasn’t just done for anyone. It was a little ego-stroking, knowing that in reality, he had so much more power than the person who had the money. Because he knew, as much as he pretended that he didn’t, he cared too much for his own good. So if Jungkook had too, he could strike out at any moment, and get any single thing in the world he wanted from the older. He knows he wouldn’t, because he knows he wouldn’t have the strength, as neither of them would. 

Taehyung starts towards him, still making eye contact and looking him up and down, his small form in the robe. He’s only wearing swim shorts, Jungkook letting his eyes wander, because that's the only thing the older doesn’t control. 

Then he comes to sit next to him, at first just slouching and staring at the city while the younger watches his side profile. Then he licks his lip, letting his eyes move over the skyline for a second, before turning to meet the eyes that are longing for him. He’s lost the uncaring look in his eyes, and now he looks vulnerable, and sort of lost in the brown eyes of the younger. 

He feels the presence of an arm behind him, his forearm only slightly pressing against him, and he can barely feel it through the robe. He doesn’t even realize he’s looking down at Tae’s lips until he feels the olders other hand on his jaw. His thumb paws at his cheek, pressing lightly against the birthmark that lays there. 

Lips against his are slow, as they always are, taking every ounce of patience he once had out of him, making his body heat up with eagerness. He bites down on the younger's bottom lip, pulling it out and letting it snap back into its position, before kissing him again and latching onto his top lip this time. All the while, Jungkook does nothing but feel as he kisses him, mouth-watering, tolerance of staying still being sort of impossible now. Then he moves forward, leaning his upper half into the proximity of the other man.