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As Jungkook woke up, he groaned, feeling so hyper-aware of his surroundings. He scrunched his eyes at how bright the room was, using his hands to block it out.
He walked out of bed with half shut eyelids and tried to steady himself. After a few seconds of seeing black spots, he walked to the window and pulled the curtains closed, turning the lights on at a dim setting while he was on his feet. That was the brightness sorted.
The next thing he picked up on was how thirsty he felt. He cursed as he stumbled to the fridge and got some water. He tipped his head back as he emptied out two or three bottles, tossing them onto the floor carelessly.
His hands then pulled his long, dark black hair up into a bun, tying it with the elastic he conveniently always kept on his wrist.
He didn't care what it looked like, just that he wanted the hair off his neck, where it was starting to stick. The slightly shorter strands had fallen on his face, so he tucked them behind his ears.
Why was it this hot all of a sudden?
He was boiling, and sweating so much. He found himself making his way back to the bedroom and pulling at his clothes hurriedly, growling as he shrugged them off.
It didn't make much of a difference, and he found himself still flaring up. He left his boxers on, knowing perfectly well it was of no use to take them off.
His rut was starting. He just needed Taehyung and it would be fine.
"Babe?" He called out. Instead of the reply he was expecting, he was met with a deafening silence. "Tae?!" He shouted again before freezing up when he realised where his mate was.
His memory was failing him, but he vaguely remembered being told that he was going out to run a few errands in the morning. He hadn't really even been attentive of his absence until now. But he suddenly needed him so badly.
"Fuck!" He shouted, pulling at his hair in frustration. Panic ran through him, making his pulse quicken and body tense up in seconds. He wasn't here!
Where was he? Where had he gone?
His eyes were becoming unfocused, making the task of ringing Taehyung that much more difficult. He barely managed to grab his phone, finding the other's contact and hurriedly pressing the dial button.
He dug his fingers into the phone, throwing it onto the bed when it went to voicemail for the fifth or sixth time. Looking at the screen even for a few seconds was giving him the worst headache, so he just hoped his calls would alert Taehyung enough for him to call back, or better, come home.
With an irritated shout, he scanned the room for something, anything that could appease him right now. He messed with the clothes hung behind their door, scouring through their coats, pyjamas and whatever else was hung up there to try and get Taehyung's scent.
When he found the jumper that he'd been wearing yesterday, he grabbed it, bringing it to his face. A soft purr left his mouth as he nuzzled his cheek into it, trying to pretend like he had his mate in front of him, and nothing was wrong.
He repeated it with several pieces of Taehyung's clothing, but in the end they were just garments, not anything close to the real thing.
The satisfaction quickly started to run short, and he let his body fall to the sheets dejectedly, not knowing what else to do. He scrambled straight to Taehyung's side of the bed and took a deep breath of his scent.
"Tae..."
He grinded into the bedsheets, thinking of nothing but him. It just made things tenfold worse, and his body started to feel like it was on fire. He needed all of Taehyung, not this measly remainder of his scent from this morning, already half faded.
He snarled in annoyance, throwing the sheets across the bed, finding the usual soft cotten scratchy against his sensitive skin. His thoughts were filled with different visions of his mate, ranging from him doing that little smile he did and being silly, to him begging to be fucked harder, legs spread pliantly.
His cock strained across his boxers as he tried to chase the friction. But every time he came close to feeling any form of relief, his senses very kindly reminded him Taehyung wasn't here, and that dampened any sort of pleasure he could get.
He still carried on doing it though, burying his face into Taehyung's pillow.
It wasn't enough. It wasn't fucking enough!
He stayed riled up like that for at least ten minutes - even though it felt like ten days - before he heard keys rattling at the door.
His ears perked at the noise, body immediately becoming restless beyond belief. He knew that he hadn't heard wrong, and could tell it was him by the the sound of his footsteps pattering across the laminate.
He rushed up, not sorting his appearance out at all as he took the steps needed to get a visual confirmation. A low rumble left his throat as he heard the other saying something as he walked through the hallway, tone casual.
He didn't pick up any of the words, just that it was the gorgeous sound of his mate's voice, which had unsurprisingly cut off as he stepped foot inside the room.
Taehyung's eyes widened in shock as he tried to grasp the situation, taking a deep breath of Jungkook's pheromones and looking at the absolute chaos he had just come home too.
There were clothes strewn across the floor, obviously having been thrown without any care whatsoever. Scrunched up, empty water bottles were everywhere. A small drawer in the far corner, against the wall, had most likely been pushed or kicked over, making its contents spill out.
The room was so stuffy, and despite the lights being dimmed, he could see that the main reason for the darkness was the curtains being pulled closed.
He then looked over Jungkook's body, sweaty and flushed as if he had been under the scorching sun for hours. His hair was damp and messy too, making him consider that Jungkook had taken a shower at some point, most likely to cool down; he had never liked feeling hot.
His breath got heavy as his eyes dropped to Jungkook's crotch, seeing the very prominent print of his cock against his boxers.
Fuck, he looked sinful, and smelt even better.
His eyes immediately went back up, locking with Jungkook's fiery red ones, seeing how they were glazed over.
What had happened while he was gone?
Jungkook couldn't help but growl as he got nearer. His sight became blurry at the sides, like it was tunneled. All he could see was Taehyung standing in the door frame, a real sight for sore eyes.
Oh god, it was really him.
He strode straight over with an expression that was wild to say the least.
Taehyung easily deciphered Jungkook's growling. He found a mix of love and need in it despite the fact that it would sound incredibly ferocious to foreign ears. He wasn't scared of his mate. Never had been, never would be.
He opened his mouth, intending to calm him down with words, but he had no time to even say one thing before the other was pushing him against the door forcefully, making it slam closed with a grunt of his name.
Jungkook's lips were on his within moments, making him gasp and stay frozen for a few seconds.
Okay, they could do that too.
When he took a deep breath in, he picked up on the mouth-wateringly strong, cherry scent emanating from his mate and it clicked in place. It was near impossible not to tell what he was going through when he was up this close.
He knew when his mate was in rut.
He had been expecting it for the past few days, to be honest. Jungkook had been all over him recently, sex and affection alike - constantly pulling him into his lap, shuffling right next to him, or Jungkook's personal favourite, getting straight between his legs.
It was like his 'symptoms' gradually built up, meaning that the couple of days before his rut, he would just be so needy and rough. There was no other way to describe it. Last night, and even today, come to think of it, he had been really clingy- more than usual.
Despite this, he admittedly didn't think it would be today. But there was no doubt that Jungkook's rut had indeed started.
Before he knew it, he was holding the back of Jungkook's neck to bring him in and kiss him back passionately. He immediately dropped everything in his hands, not caring about any of it, and instead responding like it was life-threatening otherwise.
His thumbs swiped back and forth across his cheeks in a small confirmation that he was here.
Jungkook pressed against him, taking deep breaths of him in between their kisses. His groans were relieved, needy and aggressive all at once. He dove into his open mouth, tongue not shying away.
Goosebumps went across his bare skin as Taehyung's touch strayed everywhere. The 'want you' growl was still leaving him, but it was now combined with his 'missed you' purr.
He took deep breaths through his nose, getting choked up that Taehyung was right in front of him. His hands were firm at either side of his face, cupping his face as he kissed him hard, trying to make him understand what was going on.
Taehyung already knew.
He hummed as he felt himself already being stripped... or the material being torn off him, he should say. He felt scratches on his skin, mostly down to Jungkook's rushing as he ripped through his shirt, in shreds as they fell to the floor.
When hands went for his jeans, he slapped them away and moved to take them off himself, sparing them from ending up as rags.
Jungkook clutched his waist tightly, not realising how hard his grip was in his efforts to keep his mate against him. Their love language had always been physical touch, and right now he needed as much as he could get of it. He was suffering with every second they weren't pressed together.
Luckily, Taehyung was back as quick as he could be. He went straight down to his neck, nosing around it tenderly and scenting him.
"Tae." Jungkook growled loudly, having needed that for the longest time. He let his mate rub his face into his neck; it felt so good, he was going crazy.
The other hummed in response. So far, that was the only time he'd heard Jungkook speak, meaning he was obviously doing something right. And it just so happened that his name was the first thing to come out of his mouth. That, in itself, shouldn't have made him so smug, but it did.
"Kook, baby. I'm here now." He breathed out while he carried on lapping his tongue at his skin, knowing he needed it.
He also knew why his clothes were everywhere, and he couldn't help but preen so hard. Jungkook must've been waiting at least fifteen minutes - a very long time in rut - if he had gone to such great lengths, messing up the room that much, simply out of frustration.
Not to mention how he looked at him when he walked in. He hadn't ever seen Jungkook look so desperately aroused before. Probably because whenever this did happen, he was always with him, or nearby.
It was the first time Jungkook had been alone for it, and he had gotten so wound up without him.
The fact that only he could, and would get Jungkook like this suddenly aroused his wolf, which had been dormant for weeks now. He felt the surge of heat that went through him as he swayed into dangerous territory - losing control himself.
He had smelt the intensity of his need as soon as he walked in, but up close, it was driving him crazy to know his mate, his Alpha needed him that much. Jungkook was that weak without him.
Just thinking of it made his cock and body ache. Like really badly. The feeling became that much worse as Jungkook started doing the same thing as him, sucking at his scent gland and teasing his teeth against it.
Within seconds, he felt like he couldn't breathe. A growl was leaving his mouth as he kept Jungkook's head in his neck. It was making the sudden fire inside him subside.
But that's what didn't make sense; he felt like he had a fever but that feeling was juxtaposed with his need to have the other's hot skin against his.
Jungkook had no problem with it. He was all over him, making up for lost time. "Tae, mine." Was what he kept muttering, the only words he found important right now.
He was absolutely enraged at the unfamiliar, foreign scents covering him, and moved to lap his tongue over his skin to cover them all up. He wanted them gone, leaving only his.
Taehyung tilted his head back, but as he felt a pair of hands at his ass, a growl bubbled up in his throat. He pinned Jungkook against the wall nearby, keeping a hand against his wrists. He wasn't phased at all by the dangerous look sent his way, and just leaned down to suck at his neck.
Jungkook grunted at the sensation, but tried to fight the way his arms were being restrained. "Stop fucking around." He warned, slapping the hands off him and swapping their positions around.
"I was going to say the same thing to you." Taehyung retaliated. He pushed at Jungkook's chest, moving them into the room and pressing him against the desk.
Jungkook's red eyes locked with his blue ones. Wait blue?
He did a double take and took a deep breath when he caught sight of the two cyan coloured pupils staring back at him. He didn't know how he'd missed it so far.
"You're in rut." He mumbled in surprise, moving closer to inspect his eyes, then pulling him to confirm in the way he knew would tell him straight away. He licked across Taehyung's neck, and a moan left his mouth as the scent he was looking for just strengthened on his tongue.
His mind became slightly confused with the situation, telling him to take care of his mate's rut and his own rut at the same time. Either way, he needed Taehyung. He kissed his skin back up with a hungry look, repeating his words.
Taehyung stared at him. "And so are you." He whispered, gaze flickering between his lips and the rest of his face.
This was really happening. Their expressions went feral as they stared each other down, both Alphas beckoning their mates to get nearer.
It was like a dream, an event that had neither happened before, nor crossed their minds ever. It was unheard of, but their relationship in itself was unique, frankly. Nonetheless, this was exciting beyond belief.
They pounced with equal force, suddenly kissing the fuck out of each other again. A matching set of growls left their mouths as their bodies wound together like vines.
Their touches were rough and simply everywhere as they dove into each other's mouths, getting the best taste possible. It was so fast, so breathy and so needy all at the same time.
Jungkook quickly pushed them back until they reached the end of the bed, and then climbed on top, putting both thighs either side so he could feel his body.
Taehyung tore his lips away from the kiss and used his legs to swap their positions around. He pushed the other into the bed, where he was a minute ago. As he climbed on top, a grunt left him at how hard his mate for him. He grinded down, feeling an unexpected amount of pleasure in the action.
And it wasn't just him that got caught up in it; Jungkook did too, leaving their kiss forgotten about.
Their mouths hovered over each other, breathless as they slowly grinded their cocks together, both straining against their boxers, eager to feel everything being offered.
"How are we doing this?" Taehyung groaned loudly and looked at Jungkook with blown-out eyes. His staring was cut short by the hands suddenly shoving him off and grabbing his throat. He unsuccessfully tried to fight being pinned down again.
Jungkook leaned up, ghosting their lips before kissing down. "Like this." He ignored the fidgeting completely and went down his body with his tongue.
Taehyung's eyes fluttered shut as he felt the wet pecks reach his abdomen. A grunt left his mouth and he bucked up, fingers tangling through Jungkook's hair when he started biting at his skin to leave hickeys.
"Fuck you!" He cursed as soon as he felt Jungkook get between his legs. He pulled him up by the back of his neck, kicking to escape the thighs on top of his calves. He scowled as Jungkook grabbed his leg and shoved it down again. But in the meantime, he had gotten loose from the grip his arms were being held down with.
He sat up, pushing Jungkook back and consequently off the bed, straight onto the floor. He landed on top of him, but reflexively cushioned his mate's fall with his arms, not actually wanting to hurt him.
That being said, as soon as they were safely (ish) on the ground, he pushed Jungkook down so he was held to the carpet. His hands held his wrists together, taking care of his squirming immediately.
"Mm, baby." He mumbled between them, moaning into his mouth when he grinded down again, feeling his body being lit up with sparks. He stole his breath again, getting lost in it when he rubbed his cock down onto Jungkook's. Ironically, his own actions were what made his grip loosen.
Jungkook tilted up with a moan, rocking along with Taehyung's hips. But he was never one to waste an opportunity, and took advantage of Taehyung's lack of focus immediately.
He easily batted the hands away, pushing at Taehyung's shoulders until he could sit up again. He kept their lips together greedily as he tried to get his legs out of captivity. The kiss remained intact for a long time, surprising if you considered they were both trying to gain the upper hand.
Somehow, the added aggression did nothing but act as a catalyst for their lust. They were both rolling around trying to dominate each other, sure. But there were so many little hesitances, every time the pleasure just felt too pleasurable to stop immediately, or the distraction was distracting too well.
They were so weak for each other.
"Stop it!" Taehyung finally snapped when he felt his mate take a leaf out of his book and use the same kicking method to break free.
"You stop it!" Jungkook retorted back, turning them around and getting in between his legs, fingers digging in either side of his waist. "All you need to do is give up and let me fuck you."
Taehyung didn't like that. He found the opportunity to sliver out of his hold and used it to scramble away and stand up. "As if! Since when have you had a problem with being my bitch?" He spat at him.
Jungkook followed him and stood up, running both his hands through his hair as they circled each other. "I'm not your bitch!"
He paced back and forth for a second before grabbing Taehyung's body and yanking him into his arms. He kissed him yet again, using up what little air they had at the moment to keep up the frenzied pace he'd started.
Taehyung pushed at his body until he was against the wall. His hand went down and cupped Jungkook between his legs. He started to stroke him through the material, making him take a deep breath.
Yeah, not his bitch. Sure.
Jungkook was pulling him closer, moaning as his fingertips dipped under his waistband slightly, teasing a touch.
When it started to stray back, his nails scratched down Taehyung's arm, tugging it off him immediately. He pushed at his chest until they all but crashed into the wall opposite. With the force, the frames hung up next to them fell to the floor, thankfully not glass or they would've smashed.
His hands caged Taehyung in and his thigh slipped between his legs seamlessly.
The other grinded against it, soon moving his hands down to where they were before on Jungkook's cock. When he found a good opportunity, he moved them to the opposite wall again, taking control again.
They went back and forth like that, to different ends of their room for who knows how long. It got more and more fierce, and their kiss had become all teeth and tongues as their 'fighting' got more intense.
When Taehyung felt Jungkook's hands grab his ass, it was the last straw for him. He ripped himself out of his mate's arms, leaving both of them staring at each other, chests heaving to try and replace the lungfuls of air that they had lost.
They moved apart quick as you could say the word fuck. Despite their bodies being overheated, chills went through them at how equally cold they felt when separated.
They looked at each other hungrily, nowhere near done, but equally nowhere near the final verdict they should've figured out by now. It was impossible for either of them to overpower the other.
But, how else would they do it?
"Don't make this more difficult than it needs to." Jungkook warned, watching as the other moved away from him with an annoyed huff.
"I'm making it difficult? It's you that's complicating it!" Taehyung shouted. "Just give up! It's not the first time! Why are you being weird?
Jungkook glared at him as the situation belatedly sunk in. "If you use your fucking brain, you'll realise it actually is the first time we've been in rut together."
"Well, whose fault is that?" Taehyung spat.
The other grabbed his throat. "Not mine! I didn't ask for this! I should be blaming you for not being here before!"
Taehyung slapped the hand off of him, pushing at his shoulders then pulling him back to feel his body.
"This shit's not predictable and you know it. I wouldn't leave you by purpose, Kook." He growled, kissing him firmly before grabbing his jaw.
"You should be asking how we got in this mess. If you hadn't jumped on me as soon as I fucking walked in, this wouldn't have happened."
Jungkook laughed in spite and shook himself out of his arms. "Oh yeah, sure. Like you had no part in it!" He rolled his eyes. "If we don't figure this out, this..." He motioned between them, "... isn't gonna work."
It really did seem like that.
It was hard enough getting to grips with their individual ruts. They had a love hate relationship with them. Sometimes they went smoothly, sometimes not.
This time was most probably one of the 'nots', but unlike normal, this was way out of their depths. They hadn't done this before, and didn't even know if they could.
The initial excitement about them both being in rut came crashing down as the seriousness of the issue registered.
Their bodies didn't come built with the so called 'facilities' and 'conveniences' that other couples generally had either.
Okay sure, they were most likely both prepared for taking each other. After all, they switched often enough that it was second nature to be ready for these things. But that didn't change the fact that it wasn't as simple as a heat and rut lining up.
It was a rut and a rut.
How the hell was it going to work? It's not like they could schedule when their waves would hit, and when they would calm down. Each time, one of them would have to take the blow and power through it.
Or they'd just have to pray that their waves didn't line up all.
That's why both of them in rut seemed impossible to handle, and even daunting. Two Alphas, both with needs on different sides of the spectrum.
Jungkook's rut tended to be very smooth. He was more steady and his wolf seemed to like keeping it balanced rather than all in one go. His waves were short, but frequent.
Taehyung always found it tiring to keep up with, especially since he would rarely be getting more than a few hours sleep in between each time. But he had no problem with it since it was the way Jungkook liked to do things.
To be honest, the actual waves themselves weren't too bad. Jungkook was fairly gentle with him as long as nothing was making him feel threatened. He wasn't easily sated, but if he liked something he would make it known.
He could be unpredictable but Taehyung had picked up things he liked, and had a good amount of experience by now.
Ultimately, he was very protective and touch-heavy, always wanting his mate in his line of vision. He didn't really have a reason for it, or a deeper meaning behind his need to make sure Taehyung was there.
He just did.
His grip on his mate remained tight the whole time. Either he had him in his hold, or under him, there was no debate about it. That had always been rule number one when it came to his rut.
He fussed around and got riled up when Taehyung wasn't in arms length, almost as if he had lost his anchor. And even if he wasn't in his waves, he didn't want his mate anywhere too far. It was one of the things he hated.
Other than that, he wasn't very demanding in general, and relied on Taehyung's understanding of him to get things across. His wolf stayed at the surface the whole time, but was very much content in what Jungkook liked, meaning he didn't really lose control.
As for Taehyung...
... well, he was the exact opposite.
He would be mellow and calm for hours, which wasn't much different to how his personality was normally. He had a good amount of self-restraint when he was like that.
But when the rut hit, it really hit.
He would go off the rails, holding Jungkook down and fucking him for however long he needed. It always took a few hours for him to settle again.
And it was always the same dominating positions. The mounting ones.
Face down on the bed, or bent over something, or hands and knees. Fuck.
Unlike the other, his wolf was really quite aggressive, and ended up feeding into a lot of what Taehyung did. His rut wasn't smooth like Jungkook's. It was periods of rest, and then periods of intense need. That, in itself, was hard to balance because there was always built up frustration on his part.
It was for that reason that his waves didn't fade out until he was done. His rounds were impossible to split up, simply because he didn't allow them to be.
Jungkook kept up by the skin of his teeth, and had learnt the hard way that the term recovery period was practically non-existent for Taehyung. He normally had five minutes tops to recover in between.
Taehyung got restless quickly and didn't like steady at all. He burned them out non-stop, and only wound down when he was satisfied.
He could be tamed; Jungkook had done it countless of times. But he didn't exactly know what was the trigger, and how he'd managed to do it. So it was pointless saying he could do it whenever.
In short, Taehyung became a much wilder version of himself, bordering animalistic. His rut consisted of him switching between two extremes, back and forth whenever his body decided. Right now, you could probably guess which one he was.
And the word animalistic wasn't even an exaggeration. He took what he wanted without asking. He was one of them people that liked to throw their mate around, rough them up so they wouldn't just have hickeys everywhere, but bruises too.
He liked to insist on making Jungkook say things, over and over until he was satisfied with it.
He almost always pinned Jungkook down, rut overcoming him to the level where he didn't understand a whole lot except his need to claim. Most people would run out of the energy to keep it up, but the exhaustion just fueled Taehyung.
All in all, he needed uninterrupted, persistent dominance in his waves. There wasn't a way to remotely control him about that, Jungkook had learnt. But he didn't really ever find the need to control him anyway. Because there was one thing that he had figured out quite easily.
Taehyung was incredibly possessive. He was big on making Jungkook know he was his.
That was his weak point.
He was selfish beyond belief, and had a fixation with keeping Jungkook to himself. He thrived with the thought of being Jungkook's mate, being his Alpha.
Even a sliver of a threat to that made him snap out of it and instantly get all defensive.
And that's where both of them seemed to have a common similarity. Their bond was top priority. It didn't matter what happened, the desire to look after each other was more than the desire to claim.
It was a deep-rooted need they both had... and it meant that even in their least controllable states, they could be controlled by each other. If that made sense. Neither of them knew where exactly their rut traits came from, but they did know that they didn't have it in them to actually hurt each other.
They were each other's weakness.
Yet, the problem right now was that neither of them were in control. They couldn't even think straight, never mind find a solution! They were in their uncontrolled, early stage of rut and both equally crazy about the lack of marks and claims on the other.
Both of them were denying being affected by the other, but their actions and feelings were clearly saying different.
It was time to start thinking strategically. Not everything could be sorted with dominance. It was like trying to decide with a fist fight, but both of the players were repeatedly pulling their punches... and kissing in between.
Jungkook was the first of them to come up with an idea. He saw how his words about this not working seemed to break through the haze Taehyung was in and figured out what to do. It seemed quite simple really.
He was gonna have to take advantage of Taehyung's easily jealous nature. He had no other options but to.
He moved away and leaned against the desk, cracking his neck either side. "I mean it. If you're not ready to actually tell me what we're gonna do, then piss off." He growled. "I need someone that can give me a solution."
Taehyung narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Jungkook looked straight at him with his arms crossed. "You heard me. If you aren't willing to compromise, then I don't need you. What I do need is someone to help me with my rut." He repeated, stretching out the word 'someone' for emphasis.
As Taehyung looked at him, he scanned his face to try and find out if he was being serious. He ended up staying silent for a few seconds with a conflicted grimace.
"You don't need someone. You need me. You wouldn't even want to fuck anyone else." He then replied sternly, trying to hide that his thoughts were spinning. He was so torn between what his body was telling him to do and the sudden threat Jungkook had just mentioned.
The latter ended up over-powering everything. No surprise there.
"Why wouldn't I? I was waiting for you to come home. But I didn't know this would happen. You're just not cutting it right now. I need more than what you can give." Jungkook replied bluntly, not getting intimidated by how the other was walking closer to him.
He put his palm out, stopping Taehyung from pressing against him.
"No, you don't." Taehyung dismissed, not even taking into consideration that his mate could be unsatisfied with him. He moved away Jungkook's hand as if it was nothing.
His expression was serious and he was clenching his jaw, a clear as day display of the jealousy running through him, he didn't even try to hide it. He glared at him.
Jungkook laughed sarcastically. "How do you know? It's not up to you. If I need to fuck someone in my rut, I will, whether that's you or not." He hated his own words, felt them practically burn on his tongue, but he knew this was the only way to get through to him.
"You wouldn't."
"I woul-"
"You can't!" Taehyung interrupted with a shout as he slammed both hands either side of Jungkook, pressing him against the desk and attaching their lips again.
He slid his hands onto Jungkook's body and grasped his waist, fingers fanning out as he yanked him into his arms. They ran up and down his sides as he controlled the fierce kiss. His thigh slotted between Jungkook's legs, as if to say that even that part of him was his.
The other moaned and started to get much-needed friction against it, slinging his arms over Taehyung's shoulders. He found himself struggling to keep up, because this kiss was simply just different, and so much more determined than the others.
His mate really wasn't playing around.
He felt his body being touched all over, and Taehyung's two hands seemed more like ten with how quick they were, here and there within seconds.
As they pulled away, Taehyung's face ducked down to scent him. He mouthed over his neck, sucking a mercilessly harsh hickey before moving back. At least he had some sort of mark on him now. "Say summa like that one more time and just watch what happens!" He growled in his face.
It made him livid to think he wasn't doing a good enough job, that he wasn't pleasing Jungkook properly. The core, fundamental part of their bond. Wanting his mate to be satisfied just as much as him. He could and would do everything for him.
"I'm enough for you! You don't fucking need anyone else but me!" He pulled him in until their faces were just short of touching. "Say it."
Jungkook's breath caught in his throat, which it seemed to be doing a whole lot right now. He was conscious that what he said was a bit uncalled for; he obviously hadn't meant it, and only said it to break the ice between them.
But it had worked perfectly, there was no denying that.
"You're enough for me. I don't need anyone but you." He answered on his lips, and it would've been obediently if he hadn't been doing it to purposely get his mate all possessive. He bit his lip in smug triumph as he saw the change in Taehyung's behaviour, and how he had let down his guard.
Taehyung's thumb swiped across his mouth to release his lip and pull it down simultaneously. "Tell me what you want. I'm here for a reason. I'll give it."
"You." Jungkook pressed a fleeting kiss on his lips, keeping it breathy and sultry to persuade him. His mind was sent back to when he was alone and trying to handle the need, without success.
He shook himself out of the frustrating thought because what (who) he needed was here now.
"I wanna have you. Can you give that to me?" He asked, voice laced with desire.
Taehyung focused on Jungkook's tone, finding the consent sexy as hell. But, even aside from that, he knew there was a serious question amidst his words, making him stay silent for a few seconds.
His thoughts had cleared enough for him to consider it. Of course, he could give his mate that. Right? It was just a matter of whether he could control himself enough to.
He stared at him for a few seconds, keeping his boiling hot body in his hold and looking at the way Jungkook could neither stay still, nor stop rubbing himself against him.
He thought over it for a second before seemingly making up his mind and deciding to put an end to this ongoing crossfire they were trapped in, because they wouldn't be able to win the war if they couldn't even get past the first battle.
He walked them back to the bed, sitting down and keeping Jungkook stood up in front of him, crotch right in his line of vision.
That was his answer...