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"You sent security?! I asked you for one night!"
Tae feels his fingers trembling around his phone as he holds it against his ear. He stands inside the restrooms in a dark club. A club he had asked to attend with his friend without the entourage of security that normally follows him around as the prince of Estonia. All he wanted was one night to feel like a normal human being. He's twenty two and has never been out on his own.
"Sweetheart," his mother sighs, "You weren't supposed to see them. You can't go out alone, you have to understand."
"You promised! You two promised me one night. I'm an adult, why can't I have this?"
"Taehyung," his father's voice, much more stern, "You're being immature. Now go find security, your night is over. You're coming home."
Tae stares at his reflection in the mirror. If he does that, if he goes back right now, will he ever have this chance again?
"No," his voice shakes but he's made up his mind, "No dad, I don't think I will. I need this. Please, understand."
"Taehyung! Kim Taehyung you-"
But Tae hangs up and drops his phone in the trash can. He's made up his mind. He turns to his friend who stares at him with wide eyes.
"Change clothes with me?"
"Taehyung, are you sure-"
"Jimin-ah, I'm twenty two and I haven't even had my first kiss, I'm watched like a hawk. I need this. I need this so badly, please."
And Jimin can't refuse because he understands. As his childhood friend, he knows how much of Tae's life is out of his control. He sees the look of desperation on his friend's face and immediately begins to strip. They exchange clothes quickly. Security will be moving in on them any minute. Thankfully Jimin recently colored his hair brown so they match pretty well and in the dark club, it's easy to be mistaken for the other.
Tae walks outside, trying to act calm as he turns the corner but he sees security already rushing out from the club. They look towards him and the flash of recognition has him breaking out into a sprint. He doesn't know where exactly he's going but he cuts a corner into a side street and sees a man lounging beside a motorcycle.
"Hey, hi, ah," he feels awkward, and his heart wants to race right out of his chest, "Please, do you think you can take me away from here?"
Even in the dark of the night the man is obviously handsome. His hair is blonde and underneath, he has an undercut that is slightly darker. He's dressed casually in jeans, a black tshirt and a leather jacket. But his face looks kind so Tae pushes the worry to the back of his mind.
"Sure," he speaks, "Where do you want to go?"
Tae looks behind him, anxious that his bodyguards will round the corner any minute.
"Anywhere, really, just not here," he decides.
The man hands him a spare helmet. Tae pulls it on and as they pull off the curb, three guards come into view. Tae wraps his arms around the stranger's waist. He feels a thrill as they speed up, the bike drowning out the pounding of his heart, and he gives a little shout of excitement. The body in front of him feels solid and foreign and the freedom of it, the spontaneity feels so very good. He isn't sure how long it will last but he's willing to suck every bit of joy from it.
Really, it's not his best idea. He doesn't know this man or where he's taking him. He can't be sure that he's a safe person to be around or that he won't recognize him for who he is and try to extort his parents for money.
But he has spent his entire life cradled in the safety of body guards and has yet to really live. So Tae throws caution to the wind.
They drive for some time before pulling up to another popular club. This one is not quite as exclusive and the line outside extends past the block. Tae grimaces, worried he'll be recognized.
But he can't very well explain that to the guy who gave him a ride.
"Is this good?" he asks.
They've taken of their helmets. Tae hesitates before answering. If he's honest, his stomach feels fluttery with nerves. The crowd of unfamiliar faces blurs a little as he looks between them and motorcycle guy.
"Um, I'm not sure. I'm not... From around here."
It's not really much to go off of. But the guy locks his helmets in place and wrinkles his nose as he follows his gaze to the crowd.
"A buddy of mine owns this club. Min Yoongi is a great guy. He keeps it safe. But if you'd rather go home I-"
"No! No," Tae continues more calmly, "I don't want to go home. Do you want to... Join me?"
And Jungkook has to work really hard to keep a satisfied smirk off his face.
Easy. As. Pie.
****
Once they make it inside, the prince heads to the bar to get them drinks and Jungkook lifts his phone to his ear to make a call.
The phone rings only once.
"Agent, what in the world do you think you're doing? The team says you pulled off with Taehyung on your bike?"
"With all do respect your highness, your son got on a strangers bike and let him decide where to take him. He's starving for freedom and reckless because of it."
"Get my boy home this instant!"
"Your highness, maybe giving him a little-"
"Absolutely not! It's dangerous out there. Get him home now Jeon or you can kiss your career goodbye."
Jungkook sighs heavily. He's a seasoned bodyguard and although he's new to the team, he's learned enough about Taehyung during his training to understand that the boy has been craving a taste of freedom for some time. A caged wild animal is likely to make rash, dangerous decisions.
"Your highness, hear me out, he doesn't know who I am. I can let him enjoy the night a little, let him feel like he's making some decisions on his own, while I keep him safe. He'll get it out of his system and come home. I guarantee it."
"I don't-"
Jungkook listens as the king has what sounds like a stern conversation with someone. Meanwhile, he watches the prince deliberate. He shuffles from one foot to the other, running his hand repeatedly through his dark brown hair. He's quite handsome in an almost ethereal way and plenty of people stare at him as they walk by. He's wearing a shirt that is much too tight and Jungkook knows it's not his own. He saw him arrive at the club with his friend and knows exactly what he wore before. This sparkly, see-through number is certainly not what the palace stylist approved for him.
"Fucking hell," the king groans, his use of profanity an obvious sign of distress, "Fine! Fine, Jeon, let's try it your way. A night is all he gets and on the first sign of trouble, anything at all, you bring him back right away."
"Understood."
"I'm going to expect you to keep your phone on for tracking."
"Yes sir."
A long pause.
"Oh, and Jeon."
"Sir?"
Jungkook sees Taehyung turn around. He sees the moment his face lights up when he confirms he's still there. Inexplicably, it makes his own lips twitch with the start of a smile.
"Remember your role. If you touch a hair on his head, you're fired."
Jungkook breathes out through his nose. Taehyung is walking back to him. His cheeks are flushed. He looks every bit as innocent as he's been warned but also impossibly attractive.
"Of course, understood."
He ends the call as the prince stops in front of him with a mojito in each hand. Jungkook worries for the first time that maybe he has bitten off more than he can chew
****
"I forgot to ask your name."
Tae watches the stranger sip from his drink easily. He wants to say more, he wants to ask why he agreed to spend time with him, but he hesitates. Would it be weird to ask?
"Jungkook," he responds.
"Jungkook," Tae repeats, "I like it. I'm Tae. I'm twenty two and you are..."
"Twenty six."
Tae brings his drink to his lips. The taste is slightly bitter and he grimaces. He hasn't had much alcohol in his life and he's afraid with the way it makes his belly warm, that he won't handle it too well if he isn't careful.
Tae suddenly remembers why he hasn't had more to drink in the past and he looks around as if a member of his detail is going to pop out and surprise him. He can't believe he actually lost them.
"Did you want me to take you somewhere else?" Jungkook asks.
He sees the way the prince wipes his palm on his dark wash jeans. He lifts one to push his hair back from his forehead and Jungkook is once again amazed by his beauty.
"I didn't have a place in mind. This is as good a place as any, honestly. I just needed... To get away."
Tae looks at the entrance warily. He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. He's really doing this.
"Stubborn ex?"
"Huh?"
He was distracted and lost track of the conversation. He leans closer to Jungkook, afraid he might miss more because of the music which pounds loudly around them.
"I wondered if you were trying to get away from a stubborn ex. Someone giving you trouble."
Tae laughs humorlessly. To have an ex one would first need to have a relationship. And a life.
"I'm afraid it's much more lame than that. Let's see how the night goes and maybe I'll tell you. How about you? Why were you alone?"
"I wasn't, I left my friend back there to bring you here."
When Tae's eyes widen in shock, Jungkook finds himself chuckling. He can't hold the pretence through the look of utter disbelief.
"Kidding, I was actually leaving work. I'm a mall security guard so I get out pretty late."
Tae decides it explains the lean build and the well-defined muscles. There is a large mall near the club he and Jimin started their night in.
He hums, sipping at his drink until it comes up empty. Some time passes in comfortable silence and he steals glances every now and again. Jungkook leans with one elbow against the counter, legs crossed at the ankles. He looks impossibly confident as his eyes survey the crowd. Tae feels his heart fluttering in his chest with the surge of attraction flowing through his veins. The security guard is quite literally jaw-droppingly gorgeous. He has a little mole just beneath his lips. Tae wants to press a kiss to it. He wants to run his tongue along those lips and— he's caught staring. Jungkook flicks the underside of his chin, causing him to look up wide eyed and guilty.
"Should I grab the drinks this round?" Jungkook asks.
Tae sets his empty glass on the counter but shakes his head no. He's certain now that he wants to make some rash decisions tonight and he wants to remember them in great detail when he wakes up tomorrow, trapped again.
"No, but I do want to dance. Dance with me?"
The hesitation he sees makes him falter a little. He feels the sting of embarrassment creeping up his neck, turning the skin there pink. Has he misunderstood?
"Yeah," Jungkook replies just as Tae opens his mouth to apologize, "We can dance."
They join the crowd of moving bodies. Some gyrating, some moving lazily side to side, while others move as if lost in their own worlds. Jungkook holds a hand out to him as they find their own spot and Tae takes it, decidedly unsure how to begin.
If Jungkook agreed out of courtesy, he doesn't want to make him uncomfortable but if he didn't, then he doesn't want to seem uninterested.
"If you'd rather not," he presses close to speak near his ear, "It's okay, I'd understand."
The hand that holds his own clenches a little around his fingers. Then, he's pulled forward until their bodies meet at several points.
"I want to," comes the response.
Tae can't help but grin. He lifts his arms to wrap his hands around Jungkook's nape. Then he slots his thigh between his legs and listens for the beat for just a moment, letting his body sway naturally to the thrum of the bass.
****
This is exactly what King Kim meant when he threatened Jungkook not to touch his son.
Jungkook wants to scream he's so frustrated. He got himself into this mess but is decidedly unwilling to get himself out. The young prince is literally grinding his smooth, lithe body against him and he's letting it happen. No, worse, he's reciprocating. His hands are gripping his hips much lower than they need to. At one point, he knows his fingers grazed the curve of his ass on their trajectory down his thigh and back.
It's bad, no, it's worse than bad.
He knows it's bad when he starts to imagine how devastatingly soft his lips would feel and how sweet his tongue would taste, wrapped up in his own. Jungkook knows it's bad when the prince turns, presses his ass to his crotch, and he fucking swells like a preteen boy experiencing grinding for the very first time.
"I need the restroom," he blurts, stepping away, hoping the prince hasn't felt his growing erection.
Tae only looks slightly startled. The loss of heat and contact was so sudden, he feels somewhat bereft. But he nods anyway.
Jungkook realizes he's going to have to leave the prince alone to keep up with the pretence of needing the restroom. It's a dangerous gamble but he's stuck. The restroom is only yards away from where they're dancing. There's a dark hallway leading to the doors so if he stays in the shadows, he can maybe keep an eye out while Tae thinks he's using the restroom.
He tells the prince he'll be back shortly. Every step he takes away from his charge makes his stomach turn to lead.
He was right about the darkness and the angle. But he feels like a total creep staring at the prince from afar despite it being his literal job. Jungkook takes the opportunity to calm his breathing and check in.
The king answers, once again, on the first ring.
"He hasn't drunk too much, has he?"
The question bursts through the receiver like the king has thought of nothing else.
Jungkook rolls his eyes, still watching as the prince sways to the music. It's just as enthralling to watch as it was to participate. He moves so sensually, Jungkook has to wonder if he really is as virginal as the reports claim. His friend Jimin could've-
"Jeon Jungkook, what is taking your response so long?"
Shit.
"All is well your highness. It's quite loud here. I was merely having a difficult time hearing."
The king continue to grumble but Jungkook is distracted. His back goes rod straight, brows furrowed as a stranger suddenly steps up to the prince. He says something into his ear, the arm around his waist much too familiar.
Tell him to go away.
But instead of leaving, the man slips another arm around him, pulling him close.
His grin is sleazy as he presses their hips together.
"Your highness, I'm hanging up now. All is well, I'll check in again soon."
Before he knows it, his feet are carrying him back to the prince. He grips the strangers arm with more force than is necessary and feels satisfaction when he flinches.
"The fuck?"
"Jungkook," Tae greets with a smile, unaware of how harsh his grip had been, "This is Junho."
"Pleasure," his smile is all but friendly as he glares at the sleaze.
The man looks between them. Jungkook slides his arm around the prince, tugs him to his side. He makes sure to hold him softly despite how badly he's vibrating with energy.
"Thanks for the company Junho but like I said, Jungkook would be right back and well, he is so..."
Tae trails off with a shrug. The other man nods, sparing Jungkook a glare before turning his attention to the prince once more.
"If you get tired of him, or you aren't satisfied, call me. My number's in your back pocket. Call me anyway, and I'll show you a good time. Hope to hear from you babe," he winks before walking away.
Jungkook wants to rip his confident grin to shreds. Better yet, he wants to pummel it beyond recognition. But that would be unbecoming in front of a royal. So he scoffs instead.
"Guys like him make me sick."
Tae looks at him from beneath his lashes. His lips wobble into a small knowing smile that fills Jungkook's belly with warmth.
"Are you normally so territorial about strangers you've just met?"
Jungkook feels his ears burn. He tells himself it's not jealousy, just a natural response because his charge was being harassed by some sleaze bag. It's a lie anyone could see right through.
"Just, I don't like assholes that assume anyone would be an easy lay, is all."
There's a hesitancy in Tae's expression that catches him off guard. The prince licks his lips, chest expanding with a deep breath as he grimaces sheepishly.
"Well, to be honest, I've got a certain goal tonight. It's probably too forward to say, but I've got so little to lose. I'm... I'm not able to do a lot of things. And, well," he pauses, cheeks flushed, "He wouldn't be wrong about me, tonight."
Jungkook feels his stomach drop. He can't possibly mean-
"I'm going to have sex tonight. I won't go home until I do."
Fuck.
****
Jungkook looks stricken. Tae had the suspicion that he wouldn't want to have sex with him but he also didn't expect him to look like he had just witnessed someone's murder. Did regular people not have one night stands?
He was certain that they did. Jimin was not regular, per say, but as a dukes son he had much more freedom. He spoke of his encounters and many of them began in clubs just like this one.
"Your h- you're serious?"
Tae frowns, considering if perhaps the other finds him somehow lacking.
"I'm twenty two and I haven't... I haven't even... I'm going to do this. Tomorrow, I'll be... I can't say, exactly, but I know I have to do this."
If panic had a poster, Jungkook's expression would fit the bill. He goes from stricken to panicked so quickly, Tae gets whiplash. His ego takes quite the hit because this simply isn't the reaction he was expecting. After the possessive show he put on, Tae thought Jungkook would be interested in him at least enough to be intrigued. That was obviously not the case.
"No need to worry," he clears his throat, "It wasn't a come on. I have Junho's number. There might be others, I don't know. I was just-"
"No," Jungkook responds sternly, "No way in hell are you calling him. You aren't having sex with some stranger."
There's a beat of silence.
"I am, actually."
Jungkook clenches his jaw. Tae can see his tongue poking angrily at his cheek from within. Somehow, it's unbearably sexy. He wants to kick himself for yearning over someone with no clear interest in him.
"I just... I need a minute to think. Drinks, we need drinks. These are on me."
Tae humors him. After all, from the bar, he's got a great view of the club. If he can't have the man he wants, then he'll just have to settle for someone else.
****
He's fucking screwed.
Jungkook considers calling the king and then realizes what a fucking mess it will be. He will demand that Tae return, immediately, and who knows how stricter things will be for the man upon his return. He can't possibly do that to him.
But what will he do? He could... He could...
Ask Yoongi? Maybe someone he trusts could...
His stomach turns at the thought. The ugly thing inside him that made him furious when Junho touched Tae rears its head again. For anyone other than him to touch him...
Jungkook snaps his head back, realizing the thought he was having too late to fully stop it. Oh God, he wants it to be him. He wants to be the one touching, the one tasting. But he was given very strict rules. He was told not to touch. He was warned. Jungkook steals a glance, breath catching when he finds the prince once again staring at his mouth.
"You're worrying so much," Tae smiles, "I'm just some guy you met tonight. You don't need to worry about me."
If only he knew.
"Truth be told," the prince chuckles, "I did hope you'd offer. Are you straight?"
Jungkook chokes a little on his drink. He presses the heel of his palm to his chest as he clears his throat. The prince stands so close, Jungkook can feel the heat radiating from his body. The bar has just enough light for him to see the shadow of his chest beneath his shirt. Two dark nipples poking at a shirt that's just slightly too tight. Jungkook's eyes drop lower, to the leather pants that hug his thighs. He wants to peel the material away. He wants to see if the skin below is as golden as he expects.
"No," his voice sounds rough even to his own ears, "No, I'm not."
The prince sets his drink on the counter, practically untouched. He moves closer, and God he smells delicious. Jungkook watches the hand that moves to touch his wrist. Long, elegant fingers touch gingerly at his skin before slipping just beneath his sleeve to stroke patterns against him.
It shouldn't feel as good as it does.
If you touch a hair on his head, you're fired.
Jungkook breathes in shakily. The prince looks up at him with half lidded eyes, bedroom eyes.
I'm going to have sex tonight.
Jungkook finds himself reaching around him. He boldly sinks his fingers into the back pocket of his pants to find the slip of paper with Junho's number on it. He brings it up to where they can both see it, crumbles it, and drops it into what is left of his drink.
The prince raises an eyebrow in question. His fingers are frozen in place.
"Why?" he asks simply.
Jungkook makes another bold move. If he's risking his job on this, he's going to make sure the prince's first time isn't some Neanderthal in the club. He wraps his arm around the prince's slim waist, urges him closer until their thighs touch.
The prince makes a soft sound of surprise. His lips part on it, lusciously pink and tempting. Jungkook dips his head lower until his own lips practically graze the shell of his ear as he speaks.
"You won't be calling him tonight," he noses at the sensitive skin just beneath his ear, "Come away with me?"
The prince's floaty expression and little nod fill his head with static.
He shoots Namjoon, head of security, a text letting him know they're changing locations. He doesn't wait for a response as they climb back on his bike.
It's a stupid decision. He knows it is. But the feel of the man behind him is so warm, how can he possibly resist?
****
Tae is trusting this man for the second time tonight. He trusted him once to take him away somewhere safe and now, as they ride an elevator up to his apartment, he's trusting him again.
This time feels more heavy. Tae realizes with a good bit of excitement and some apprehension that he's going to touch and be touched.
Jungkook's apartment is tastefully decorated and immaculately tidy. It smells like fresh linen. There are real sunflowers in a vase on the console table in the foyer. Tae touches them gingerly as his heart picks up in his chest. Oh God, oh God, he has no clue what to do.
"That bench there is a shoe storage," Jungkook speaks softly.
Tae is grateful the other doesn't immediately jump to it. Jungkook is watching him with soft eyes as he kicks off his shoes and places them neatly where they belong. His expression remains soft as Tae straightens back up, hands clasped together.
"I guess I'm nervous," he chuckles.
Jungkook smiles, "We don't have to do anything. I can put on a movie, make us something to eat?"
Tae shakes his head. His heart is so loud he thinks he can hear it.
"I want to. I really want to. I just... I don't know what to do. I'm..." Tae flounders a little.
His face has gone pink. He feels the flush all the way to his toes. This can't be very attractive, he thinks. Jungkook hums in understanding. He shrugs out of his coat and casually drops it on the entryway table as he approaches him.
"Have you thought about it?" he asks, his hands coming to rest on Tae's hips, "How you want your first time to go?"
Tae feels something pooling in his belly. He has imagined fucking a million times. He has gotten off, needy and breathless, at the thought. But he's never really thought about the first time. Only the times that come after.
"No," he admits, "Not the first."
Jungkook lifts a hand and cups the side of his throat while his thumb pushes up at his jaw. The hand on his hip moves to the small of his back. The position makes him arch ever so slightly.
"But you've imagined having sex, yeah?"
Accepting Tae's little hum as an answer, Jungkook continues.
"Tell me how it begins."
Tae hesitates. He chews on his lip, eyes drifting away.
"Usually, um, there's kissing."
Something he's never done. God, it's so embarrassing. How could this be his reality? Begging a stranger to... to... His eyes sting as he closes them and wills away the tears that threaten to form. Crying before sex? The absolute horror.
Jungkook cups his face with both hands. It keeps him from turning away. Tae breathes in shakily, endlessly embarrassed. He's going to open his eyes and call it all off. He's going to apologize for being such a fool. He is, he really is.
But he can't. He can't speak at all because something warm and soft is pressing against his lips. The touch is soft, tentative. Like the flutter of butterfly wings, it comes and goes.
"Open your mouth for me," Jungkook whispers.
His breath hits his lips. Fresh mint that makes Tae wonder how that's possible. A mint on their way here, he decides, parting his lips.
If the first touch was tentative, the second is pure fucking sin. Jungkook's tongue slips past his lips, licks into his mouth, moves over his own as Tae attempts to match him. Jungkook sucks at his lip, strokes his tongue. It's beyond his imagination. So, so beyond. Tae moans into the kiss. He whines around the tongue that dips again and again into his own warm mouth. Jungkook holds his face with one hand now. The other is tugging him forward until their hips meet.
"What happens next?"
Rough, low words practically spoken against his mouth.
Tae wants to suck his tongue back into his mouth. He wants to kiss him forever. But his body burns with the need for something else.
"N-next, um, next I'm undressed."
Jungkook claims his mouth again but his hands roam. One hand is all it takes to unbutton his pants. Tae startles when Jungkook goes down to his knees. He locks eyes with him as he slowly tugs his pants down past his hips. When his thighs come into view, those beautiful, almond-shaped eyes travel down to them and darken. A kiss is pressed to the exposed skin as the pants are pushed entirely to the ground.
Hands move up the back of his thighs to cup his ass. For a wild moment, Tae thinks his boxers will come down next but Jungkook looks up at him with mischievous eyes as he presses his lips over the very obvious imprint inside them.
Tae's breath catches and he chokes. His hand immediately comes to rest in Jungkook's hair. He doesn't know if he means to push him away or pull him closer but the man is rising before Tae can decide.
Jungkook pulls his shirt off in a quick move and tosses it to the ground beside them.
His eyes travel over him with no hesitation. Everywhere they go, they light a fire. Tae wonders if his body is attractive. He wants to be desirable. Jungkook looks at him like he is.
"And next?"
Tae feels a flush of heat.
"I-I think I'd like it if you decide. I... My imagination has missing parts."
Jungkook considers this for a moment. His lips are quirked in a little knowing smile that Tae finds devastatingly attractive.
"If I do anything you don't like, if there is anything that doesn't feel right, say stop and I will okay?"
Tae nods but Jungkook merely quirks a brow until he finally speaks up with a small, meek 'yes'.
"Then I hope it's okay that for this next part, we won't be standing in my doorway."
And that's all the warning Tae gets as a pair of hands grip onto his ass and pull him up so that he has no choice but to wrap his legs around Jungkook's waist. Tae finds his chuckle turning into a groan as Jungkook falls onto a bed with him underneath. The fall is both sudden and graceful, perfectly executed so that Jungkook's thigh presses between his legs and their hips line up as if they're absolutely meant to.
"I'm going to kiss you," Jungkook's voice is gruff.
Tae nods, lips parted in anticipation. But his brows draw together in confusion when Jungkook moves down his body.
A gasp is pulled from him the moment Jungkook closes his mouth over his pebbled nipple. He sucks it into his mouth, tongue flicking over it as Tae squirms. He moves to the other, fingers pinching the sensitive nub he abused while his mouth assaults the other.
"F-uck," Tae groans, back arching.
He realizes he wants to see the evidence of this for as long as possible. The desire is so strong he writhes when Jungkook moves to kiss along his chest.
"M-mark me," he gasps, "Please, I want it."
Tae doesn't see the way Jungkook hesitates. The guard runs his fingers over the expanse of smooth, unmarred skin. His tiny waist, blushing nipples, the golden column of his throat. He wants to see them covered in his marks too even if he shouldn't. He sucks the first one into his collarbone. He soothes the sting with a kiss before moving down.
Jungkook sucks a final mark against his hip before hooking his fingers beneath the waistband of his briefs. His eyes search for consent. Tae nods, siren eyes hazy. His plump lips quiver as he gasps, his cock spilling out to throb against his belly. He's entirely exposed. Covered only in love bites as the other man looks over him from head to toe. Purple spots mark a trail along his torso. Some larger than others, some dark and rich in color while others will fade to yellow in no time. Jungkook understands that this is not okay. He made a promise, he signed a contract. But he also knows that he is more than willing to sacrifice that job for this moment.
He decides it then, as he takes Tae's flushed cock in his hand. If he's going to lose his job, then fuck it, he's going to give this man a night they will both remember. He's going to ruin him in the best of ways.
"Oh God, that... I didn't know," Tae whines, "D-didn't know it c-could feel so good."
Jungkook chuckles, thumb rubbing small circles over the wet tip.
"I've barely started," he leans in to lick at the precum that spills from his cock, "There's so much more."
Tae sounds like he's unraveling. His groan is choked and guttural. Jungkook takes him into his hot mouth without preamble. His cheeks hollow out as he sucks at his length, tongue working along the underside while his hand pumps at the base.
Tae clings to the sheets. He grips the silk in both hands. But it's the sound Jungkook makes as he takes him down his throat, the tip of him bumping into the back while the rest of him pulses inside unimaginable heat, that makes his hip jerk involuntarily.
"Fu-uck," his eyes are misted with tears, "I'm... I'm close."
A few more strokes and he's floating, so ready for release his body goes taut like a bow. But just as he chokes on a gasp, Jungkook pulls off and squeezes at his base with enough pressure to stop his orgasm.
Tae stares wide eyed at his own cock. Never before has he delayed an orgasm in this manner. The tears well up thicker and he looks to the other with shiny eyes.
His lips wobble just a bit and the question is on the tip of his tongue. Jungkook beats him to it.
"Shit, Tae, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have edged you without discussing it first. I-"
"E-edged?"
Jungkook strokes him softly as he answers.
"It's when you get close to an orgasm and stop it right before. Doing it multiple times makes the eventual orgasm much more intense. But it isn't everyone's thing. I should have asked before."
Tae blinks away the tears. His body tingles. The tightness in his belly hasn't gone away. Jungkook's fist feels amazing and he's pretty certain he could build up to an orgasm again with very little effort.
"I think I like it," he says breathlessly, "That... That feels so good. Ngh, please."
He bucks his hips, seeking more. He doesn't know what he needs but he's desperate for it. Jungkook continues to touch him lightly. He kisses his thigh, his hip, his belly. Tae whimpers when he licks into his belly button.
"Can I kiss you somewhere new?" Jungkook asks.
Tae has his head thrown back. He's lost in the cloud of desire that wraps around him. It's thick and heady and hot.
"Yes," he pleads, "Please, please."
"I'm going to edge you once more baby. I don't want you to come until I'm inside you. Is that alright?"
Tae whines as he squirms. Jungkook's words fill his head with static. He wants it so badly. Wants him, so badly.
"Yes, p-please. Yes."
A whimper of disappointed breaks out when Jungkook releases his cock. It's quickly replaced with a gasp as his legs are bent. Jungkook tells him to grip his thighs and Tae obeys, still not quite understanding what is about to happen.
He thinks Jungkook might take him into his mouth again. He wants it so very much.
He doesn't expect him to bypass his cock altogether. He nearly drops his legs when the security guard licks over his entrance.
"W-wait, that-"
Jungkook closes his mouth over him, spit pooling in his mouth as he flicks his tongue over the puckered muscle again and again. Tae twitches involuntarily. It feels invasive and unholy and... so fucking good.
Jungkook works his tongue inside him little by little. Tae has fingered himself before but nothing quite compares. Nothing has felt so wet, so devastatingly filthy. He's losing control. His body shakes, hands gripping desperately at the underside of his thighs as he fights the urge to meet each thrust with his own movement.
"Jungkook," he gasps, fingernails marking semicircles on his skin, "Ngh, please, please, so close, please."
He's begging for something he knows he won't receive. Jungkook has already told him he won't be allowed to come. Tae squirms, so very close to the edge that his cock leaks precum onto his belly. He contemplates releasing his leg to work himself over in his fist. He just needs a little push. Just a little pressure and he'll spill and spill and...
Teeth sink into his lower lip as Jungkook grips his cock so tightly, his eyes roll back in his head. He spasms, muscles clenching and unclenching as his release is once again denied. His precum drips onto the fist that holds him but that fist doesn't let up until his body goes lax.
"Fuck," he groans, finally releasing his legs to wipe at his eyes, "That-"
"Lay on your stomach."
Tae hesitates long enough that Jungkook takes action on his own. He expertly flips him onto his stomach and proceeds to grip his ass in both hands. His thumb caresses the still glistening ring of muscle.
"For your first, do you want to bottom or top?"
Tae knows enough to understand the question.
"I think I'd like to bottom. Do you have a preference?"
Jungkook chuckles, "Not necessarily. Typically, I end up on top. But I would've done it the other way for you."
Tae hums, unsure of what to make of his words. He wants the two of them to feel good. He wants every choice Jungkook makes to be a choice he wants to make.
"I... I want you to like it. I-"
Something cold and wet drips down between his legs. Tae doesn't know when Jungkook got it, but he pours lube over his entrance until it drips down to the mattress. The first finger that slides inside feels foreign but not unwelcome. Tae sucks in a breath, effectively cutting himself off as he whimpers.
"Of course I'll like it baby," Jungkook reassures, pumping a finger inside him, "I already do, so much. Let me hear you okay? Don't hold back."
As if he could. Tae mewls into the mattress as one finger becomes two. Jungkook scissors them inside him, opening him up as he strokes and strokes his walls. Tae ruts against the bed. His cock aches but it's sensitive too. Denying his orgasm has made the ache in his belly become a throb. The thought of coming fills his mind. He finds himself pushing back against the fingers inside him. Two become three.
Jungkook fucks his fingers into him with more precision. They stroke a place Tae has never reached on his own. It makes him moan deeply into the mattress. He's never sounded so wrecked. But it feels so good it's almost an ache. It feels so good, his hands grip the sheets tightly as he gasps time and time again.
He meets each thrust with a push of his own. Jungkook indulges him a while longer before pulling away. Tae whines at the loss. His hips pivot to the side as he peers back through sweat dampened bangs. Jungkook tears at a foil package with his teeth. Tae stares as he starts to roll the condom onto his cock. Moving quickly, he grabs onto his wrist to halt his motion.
"Wait," he bursts, "Can I do it?"
Jungkook's mouth twitches. He moves his hand away and angles his hips forward to give the prince better access. Tae licks at his dry lips as he shifts closer. His touch is tentative as he takes Jungkook's heated flesh between his fingers. The condom sits forgotten on the bed as he holds his cock in his hand. Tae experiments with pressure, moves his fist back and forth, marvels at the steel that lies beneath the silk.
"You'll fit?" he asks, unfiltered.
The question seems to please the security guard because his cock twitches, swelling inside his hand. Tae runs his thumb over the wetness that collects on the tip.
"I want to make you feel good," he admits, "I'm inexperienced, but I, I want to do good. Show me?"
Jungkook sucks air between his teeth. He wraps his own hand over Tae's fist and begins to move it over him. Tae listens to the squelching sound as they stroke his cock together.
"I would love to fuck your throat," Jungkook grunts after some time, "But I'm so close, I wouldn't last. And I want to fuck your ass even more."
Tae sinks back onto the bed as Jungkook moves over him. Jungkook hovers over his body as Tae works the condom over his cock. Tae gasps in surprise when Jungkook takes his thighs in his hands and pushes them open. He wants to hide as the man looks down at his entrance. But there is little time for embarrassment. Jungkook pours lube directly onto him. He dips a finger inside, checking to make sure he's still ready, before lining himself up with his entrance.
"Ready?" he asks, voice strained.
Tae nods frantically. He squeezes his eyes closed as the pressure becomes a sting. The sting turns into a burn but once Jungkook is fully seated, the burn becomes a dull ache. Jungkook doesn't move. He waits until Tae has adjusted before lifting his chin with his hand. Tae meets his eyes, nods for him to continue, and groans as Jungkook pulls out. The drag against his walls is almost too much. The squelch when he thrusts back in, absolutely filthy.
It takes several more thrusts for the pain to recede. The ache turns to something mind blowing that starts at his core and travels through his body. Each time he's filled, the breath is knocked from him. He sounds like he's choking on his own air, hiccuping with every whine, powerless to contain the moans that spill from his lips.
He begs, he squirms, he digs his fingers into the warm body above him as Jungkook grinds down deep inside him. Each thrust strokes a spot inside him that brings stars to his eyes.
Tae knows he's gripping too tightly, but he can't quite control it.
"I-I can't," he begs, "I can't hold back. Please, please I need to come, please, I want it, please."
Jungkook groans near his ear. Their chests meet with each thrust. The security guard sucks marks onto his neck as he kisses his way to his lips.
"Don't hold back baby," he speaks between kisses, "Be good and come for me."
It could've been the words, it could've been the two orgasms he was denied, but Tae finds his body bowing, hips careening off the mattress to meet Jungkook's vicious thrusts as he comes, untouched. The thick, white release drenches his cock and belly. Jungkook continues to move inside him until his body also clenches, hips moving erratically as he empties into the condom. They hold each other as their ragged breathing finally calms.
Tae can't seem to stop trembling as tears prick his eyes. The emotions filling his head feel nearly euphoric in nature. The floaty, delicious sensation turns to slight panic as Jungkook shifts.
"Don't go," Tae sounds small, fragile.
"No, baby, I'm just going to clean us up. I'll hold you after, okay?"
Tae doesn't like it, being left alone, but within moments there is a warm cloth cleaning him up. It feels soothing but not as amazing as the warmth of Jungkook's embrace as he settles down beside him.
Engulfed in his arms, sleep comes easily.
***
Dreams are too good to be true. In his life, Tae has never had a true say in anything. From the clothing he was allowed to wear to the friendships he was allowed to foster, nothing has been entirely in his control.
He should've known this, intimate as it was, would be no different.
He doesn't know how long he has slept but he wakes up alone. He can hear a voice and he follows it, a sheet wrapped around his naked body.
He finds Jungkook in the living room. He's pacing back and forth but he hasn't noticed him.
Tae frowns, leaning back into the shadows as he listens.
"I understand your highness," Jungkook says, "Of course, I'll take him home first thing."
There is a pause long enough that Tae begins to form a picture of what is happening.
Your highness.
Take him home.
"I kept him safe, your highness, I-"
Tae must've made a sound. Some small sound of pain that gave away his presence. Jungkook whirls around, eyes round with guilt. He curses, forgetting the call, and drops his phone in his haste to follow him. Tae sprints to the room as fast as he can considering he's wrapped sheets around him. Jungkook catches him at the entrance, cups his elbow to stop him.
Tae shoves him away. His eyes are wild with hurt. There's a sting in his chest that makes tears pool in his eyes.
"Tell me it's a lie," his demand is broken by a sob.
He feels broken. Of all the ways that his life has been controlled, this is the most heinous.
"Tell me you don't work for my father, Jungkook, tell me!"
Jungkook winces, unable to deny the truth.
"No," Tae whimpers, falling to the ground, "How could you? How... God, how could you?"
Jungkook tries to hold him but Tae moves away.
"How pathetic I must seem. I hope the pay was good," Tae spits, the pain turning to anger in defense as his heart crumbles in his chest, "I hope it was worth it."
Jungkook doesn't get the chance to respond, to explain. Namjoon bursts into the room with several other guards and Tae is quickly whisked away.
Jungkook watches Namjoon carry him out with an ache in his soul he can't easily explain. But he desperately wishes he'd done things differently. Anything to take back the pain he knows he caused.
***
Three months later
Tae pockets his keys, eyes rolling when the guard at his door greets him with a nod. His father wouldn't take no for an answer but even this is better than before. He lives alone now and the guards have been instructed to stay at a distance. He goes where he pleases and feels, finally, the sense of autonomy he was desperately missing. It seems that threatening to give up the crown was enough to kick some sense into the old man.
Tae stops for a cup of tea after his class at the University, also a new development, and puts his headphones in as he heads home. He's finally living the life he wanted.
When his phone buzzes with an incoming call, he's reminded that he still feels like something is missing. Some piece of the puzzle hasn't quite settled into place.
"Joon," he answers the call.
"Your highness, how-"
"Joon, I'm not going to talk to him. Please, give this up."
There's a long pause.
"You get to make that choice, but if you decide otherwise, he's off from work at three today and-"
"No," Tae speaks quickly, his belly already flipping over at the mere mention of the man, "He hasn't reached out. He knows where I am."
"He doesn't think he has the right to."
Tae realizes he's missed his stop. It's an annoying inconvenience. The next stop takes him farther south and the walk home from there is even longer.
"He's right, he doesn't. I don't understand why you're on his side."
The pause this time is longer. Tae nibbles at his lip as he waits. It's really bothered him, the way Namjoon has been steadfast in his quest to get the two of them to talk. Namjoon knows the whole story. He knows what they did, knows how much it meant to him. He saw what he became right after. Namjoon saw him at his lowest and still, he persists.
"It isn't about being on anyone's side," Joon speaks, "You don't have the whole story, Tae, and I think you deserve to hear it. I think he deserves to tell it. I think closure will do both of you a world of good."
Tae doesn't think he can have that conversation in public without breaking down. He knows he's going to cry ugly tears and the paparazzi is going to eat it up. Already, the tabloids have been wildly spewing lies about him. They claim he had a falling out with his parents. They claim he has gone down a path of drugs and partying. It's absolutely ridiculous. He hadn't even gone out since moving into his own apartment. He frequents the library, the café where he gets his tea and of course, the university.
Yet the rumors run rampant through the media. The last thing he needs is to add fuel to the fire.
"I won't go to him," Tae says, adamant, "But if he knocks on my door, I might open. It's all I'm willing to offer."
"It's more than he expected," Joon exhales, "I'll let him know."
They hang up as Tae begins his long walk home. He isn't sure if he will open the door when and if Jungkook winds up at his doorstep.
But he agrees with Joon on one thing. He deserves closure.
***
Tae sets the plate down in the sink when the first knock sounds. After a few seconds, he convinces himself he imagined it. But after another one sounds, he wipes his wet hands on the kitchen towel and turns to the door. A few strides and he's close enough to see Jungkook on the screen of his security camera. His dad insisted he have a monitoring system and negated the peephole as a reasonable alternative.
Tae sees the guard say something to Jungkook. The camera quality is so good, it captures the frown that turns Jungkook's lips into a pout. They exchange more words and Jungkook seems to heave a sigh. He looks resigned as he nods once at the guard before turning away. Tae wasn't sure he would open the door. But now, faced with the chance, Tae leaps forward and does just that. The sound of the door opening startles both Jungkook and the guard. They exchange a glance before Jungkook's eyes come to rest on him. They soften immediately.
"Your highness, I was just-"
Tae ignores the guard.
"Leaving?" he asks Jungkook.
Jungkook plays with his fingers. Tae identifies the tell tale sign of nervousness. He tries to clamp down on the fondness that pours from his heart. Jungkook, dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved tshirt. He looks sweet and warm and nervous. The guard puts his hand on his shoulder when he takes a step further. Jungkook stops immediately, looking resigned.
Tae can feel the heat rising up his neck.
"Jay, back off."
"Your highness, the king-"
"Has no say here.This is my home and I'll be damned if you or anyone else tells me who I can or can't have over."
Tae takes Jungkook's hand and tugs him through the threshold. He closes the door on a very disgruntled Jay. Within moments, his phone is ringing and Tae knows who it will be.
"I should've renounced the damn throne, I swear," he growls, "Can't fucking do anything without him knowing."
Jungkook watches him pace. Tae wants to growl at him. He's the perfect target for some pent up rage. But instead, he returns to the dishes and scrubs at them furiously. He's being too rough, too loud. He can sense that Jungkook has stepped closer. Tae nearly drops a plate when his hand comes to rest on his waist.
"Don't touch me," he hisses.
Jungkook immediately flinches away. But he pushes at his sleeves and picks up a dish himself.
"I'm sorry," he murmurs as he joins Tae at the sink.
The words ricochet in his head. They bounce around, clumsily knocking into emotions so raw Tae finds himself clenching his teeth.
He practically sneers when he responds.
"Sorry? You've got quite the list, Jeon, what is this sorry for exactly?"
"Tae-"
"Are you sorry for fucking me out of duty, or wait, maybe it was pity? Or is that sorry coming later?"
His words are awfully crass. The venom with which he speaks makes them sharper. Jungkook pales ever so slightly. Tae can see his throat work as he gulps. His hand trembles a little as he dries it and brings it up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. Tae wishes he didn't find that endearing.
He wishes he could hate the man in front of him. He has certainly tried.
Tae looks away, shame heating his face.
"In the end," his words are softer now, just above a whisper, "I was the one to blame. Naivete has no place in the real world. I'm only angry because my ego was hurt. I convinced myself someone had actually taken an interest in me."
Tae rinses the dish, dries his hands and turns to face him.
"I want to blame you because it's easier than accepting I was a fool," he sighs, "If you needed to clear your conscience, there, you're free now. You can go."
Jungkook doesn't move. The sun filters through the window and here, bathed in sunlight, he looks startlingly handsome. Tae feels twice the fool. How had he convinced himself that this man was interested in him? How had he not seen it all for what it was? It was so blatantly obvious. And Jungkook... Had he felt obligated? God, the thought makes his stomach churn.
Tae feels tears building up. He wills them away, blinks to erase the burn, but they stubbornly pool in his eyes despite his effort. Jungkook moves towards him.
Tae freezes, afraid of what his touch will do to him.
But Jungkook doesn't touch him. He stands close enough to reach out but his hands stay at his sides.
"I'm not the best with words. I'm sorry for that. I'll do my best."
Tae hugs himself. They're standing in his kitchen when Jungkook tells him about that night from his point of view.
The shock he felt when the prince asked him for a getaway ride.
The phone call imploring his father for one night.
The attraction he couldn't contain.
The jealousy and the decision to go against orders.
The way he had to contain himself during their night together because he wanted so badly to devour him.
The stupid call from his father in the morning during which Jungkook admitted to bringing Tae home.
Getting fired promptly and rather dramatically.
The yearning, so much yearning, and the endless guilt and regret.
"Not about our time together," Jungkook clarifies, "But I regret concealing my identity. I regret not telling you before and mostly, I regret hurting you. Everything I felt was real Tae. I stopped being your guard long before we left the club."
Tae realizes he's holding his breath when he gasps for it. The sound is so close to a sob that he feels embarrassed. But he reminds himself that he has a right to feel the way that he does. His trauma is real. He's only begun to scratch the surface. Therapy is helping a whole lot but the month of zoom sessions aren't enough to heal him from his lifelong experiences. He's going to need much more time. Time he can't ask Jungkook for.
Tae knows now that he's a damaged human. Being raised under such a level of control has really fucked with his psyche. He struggles with minute decisions but jumps headfirst into big ones.
"It means a lot," he ignores how his voice cracks, "That you wanted it. That it wasn't just... That it was a choice I really made."
He looks away, breath wobbly as he presses on.
"And thank you for caring enough to tell me all this. My therapist says closure is vital for healing. I can hopefully start that now."
If the therapy is of any surprise, Jungkook does not let on. He stands quietly like a child who desperately wants to run to a parent but is holding back for some reason.
"Do you-" Tae starts, and nearly chokes on a gasp.
Jungkook steps forward so quickly he doesn't have a chance to move away. His face is caught between his warm hands and the feel of his thumbs on his cheekbones is enough to make his eyes sting.
Tae grips Jungkook's forearms but all of his strength seems to have abandoned him.
"Don't push me away," he pleads, "I can see it in your eyes. You're trying to close the door with me behind it. Tae, I don't think you understood me. I want you, I want you now and tomorrow and for as long as you allow me to stay beside you."
"I'm broken," Tae cries, tears liberally running down and collecting along his jaw, "Can't you see? You don't need my baggage."
"Let me carry it, I'm strong. I can handle it, I promise. Please, I handled you all wrong before. Let me do it right."
"And if you find it isn't worth it? What if I'm just a pretty thought you imagined but beneath it, I'm no good?"
Jungkook scoffs, eyes looking skyward comically for a moment. When they return, they're still as soft as ever.
"Baby, whatever I find, whoever you decide that you are, I'm here because I want it. I want you. And don't think for a second that you're unworthy. We all have our skeletons."
"Does yours call you every hour to check on you? Does it send an army of guards to your location if you don't answer? Because let me tell you, my skeleton is a fucking pain."
Jungkook laughs, "Don't forget, I worked for that skeleton. We're well acquainted. Let's defeat it together yeah? Use me as a shield baby."
Tae licks at the wetness on his lips. His tears taste salty but they no longer feel painful. Jungkook is a grown man. If he wants to jump into his world, then who is he to deny him? After all, isn't it time he start being a little bit selfish?
"Mm, I don't know about a shield, but I could really use a sword."
It's a play on words and he doesn't know if Jungkook will catch the innuendo. The ex-guard narrows his eyes at him as his lips curl into a devious smirk. Tae feels a familiar rush of adrenaline and his tears are very much dry.
"How do you need it baby?"
The question is spoken in a half-whisper. The voice is deep and throaty and so much like that of a dream he kept replaying that Tae's spine tingles with the rush of memory.
"You tell me," he sucks in a breath, feels his heart thud loudly inside him, "I'm afraid my imagination is missing some parts."
****
One year later
"You're asking me to choose?"
Tae nibbles at his lower lip anxiously. There are print outs of various apartments in front of them. Beautiful, spacious apartments with enough room for two people to have a space each for their hobby and a bedroom to share.
Jungkook gives him a meaningful look that turns his insides into soft, soft mush. His boyfriend has been an integral part of his healing. There is something cathartic about giving the power of choice to another during intimacy while maintaining that power everywhere else. But choosing a home for then feels too big.
"We should do it together," he responds, "It's a big choice."
Jungkook smiles tenderly at him from where he sits on the couch. His cheek is tucked into his palm and his hair is a soft halo around his stunning face. Sleep has made his lips extra pouty and his cheeks still carry the soft pink hue from his afternoon nap.
"If you wanted to live in a one bedroom shack, I would sleep at your bedside and love every minute of it. Now choose baby, tell me where I get to fuck you next."
Tae feels hot all over as he sputters. His tea cup wobbles in his hand and he had to set it on the table to keep from spilling it.
"You're too much," but he doesn't mean it, he loves everything about him, "It's important that we make big decisions together Kook."
Jungkook sighs as he moves from the couch to sit behind him. His body wraps around Tae like a bodysuit. His long legs, clad in Grey sweats, straddle his waist as he pulls Tae back against him.
Tae thinks that it's unfair of him to kiss his neck as he implores him to choose on his own. It's entirely unfair, wholly distracting.
"F-fine," he finally gasps.
"How about the one with the pool?"
Jungkook sucks harder at his collarbone. It leaves a small purple mark that will be impossible to cover with makeup.
"Great choice," Jungkook winks at him as their eyes lock together, "Then, when I fuck you in it, the neighbors will hear and know what a filthy little-"
Tae grips his neck and pulls him forward until their mouths meet. Jungkook's groan is a satisfaction all on its own.
It's been a year since they decided to give each other a real chance. And in that year, Tae has felt a happiness that warmed him down to the bone.
This next adventure is only the natural next step. Falling in love with Jeon Jungkook was always inevitable, he realized. And, oddly enough, it's the one choice he doesn't mind the Universe making for him.
***
The end