The two boys quickly got ready and ate breakfast before carrying out Jungkook's desired activity.

Hours later, they each were sweaty and out of breath. Sharp breaths were inhaled as they moved their bodies fluidly, muscles working hard to support their quick motions. Taehyung kept his eyes on Jungkook, watching the younger's face contort with each push and pull.

"I want to record this," Taehyung said, panting alongside Jungkook.

The other boy looked startled next to him. "Really?"

"Yes, really," Taehyung breathed. "It'd be nice to look back and remember."

Jungkook nodded, reaching for Taehyung's phone and propping it up before them.

"Let's do it full out then," Jungkook said, before grabbing his own phone to start over the song that was playing.

With a burst of passion and energy, the two boys started dancing the choreography they spent the morning and early afternoon making up.

Taehyung wore a huge smile on his face, enjoying dancing more than he had in a long time. This brought him back to all the times he and Jungkook created dances when they were younger. This was the sort of passion that had made Taehyung interested in performing in the first place.

He watched as Jungkook moved next to him, the sight hard to keep his eyes off of. Not only was he an immensely gifted dancer - his was sure footed and was the perfect blend of sharp and fluid - but he also knew how to perform. There was a certain sex appeal that clung to Jungkook.

And Taehyung was not left unfazed.

It had taken serious effort to not disobey Jungkook's wishes this morning. Taehyung had felt how aroused the younger was beneath him, his own hormones begging him to take action. But it was really sweet and unexpected of Jungkook to delay anything physical between them.

They each were aware of their attraction for the other, but Jungkook wanted to make sure Taehyung knew he wanted him for other reasons than just sex.

It was one of the only times Taehyung could remember feeling so valued.

But it did nothing to extinguish the desire threatening to burn him from the inside out. And seeing Jungkook move like this, all sweaty and sensually, really tested Taehyung's restraint.

He feared he was on the losing end.

Once they reached the end of their choreography, Jungkook went to stop the recording. He played it back, watching the dance transform before his eyes. Watching as Taehyung started off smiling like an idiot before practically ravishing the younger with his eyes.

He lifted his gaze just to find Taehyung staring hungrily at him.

"Please tell me you're done appreciating me for today," Taehyung said huskily, referencing the younger's words from this morning.

Jungkook's eyes glazed over in lust as he tossed the phone to the couch. "Fuck, yeah, I'm done."

Taehyung wasted no time in striding up to Jungkook and kissing him hard. He wrapped one arm around his waist as his other hand tangled in the younger's silken hair.

Jungkook moaned into V's mouth, unable to hold back his desire any longer. He held the artist tight to his body as their lips molded together, caressing and teasing passionately. This feeling, this need to consume V, overpowered him.

When they were choreographing their dance, Jungkook was momentarily distracted. His thoughts turned inward as he recalled the dozens of dances he and Taehyung used to make up. It made him long for his old friend even more, but as he watched V thoroughly enjoying himself, he pushed those thoughts aside.

But Jungkook also watched the way the male moved next to him. The desire he felt earlier this morning came back full force.

V started leading Jungkook backwards, their mouths still devouring each other's. They almost tripped over a rug, which caused them both to break apart and laugh. With a wink, V took Jungkook's hand and they raced to the artist's bedroom.

Once there, V pulled Jungkook back into his arms, picking up where they left off. The elder's tongue grazed the seam of Jungkook's lips, asking to be let in. He complied immediately, gasping as his tongue met V's, swirling and tangling together. He ran his hands down V's damp shirt, pushing them under the material when he got to the hem.

"Shirt off," Jungkook said into V's mouth.

V smiled against his lips, flicking his tongue under Jungkook's teeth before drawing back. His elegant hands moved not to his own shirt, however, but to Jungkook's.

The younger helped him take off the article of clothing, sighing as his sweaty skin was exposed to the cooler air.

"Fuck, Kook," V groaned, his eyes taking in the expanse of Jungkook's chest. "I've been imagining what your body would look like, but this is so much better."

Heat rose to Jungkook's face. "You've been imagining me?"

V gave him a dark and intense gaze before running his hand up Jungkook's chest. He bent his head down to kiss a now exposed nipple.

Jungkook groaned at the feeling. "I feel like I should tell you something."

"Yes?" V said as he kissed a path down Jungkook's taut stomach, pausing to swirl his tongue in the younger's belly button.

"I'm bi," he panted, taking a deep breath as V's fingers traced the edge of his pants.

V, who was now essentially on his knees before Jungkook, devilishly grinned up at him. "I believe we've had this conversation before."

"Yes," Jungkook chuckled before the sound turned into a low moan.

V had run his hands over Jungkook's hard on.

"I'm bi, but I've never done anything with a guy besides making out."

"Was I the first guy you kissed?" V asked, palming him with more pressure.

Jungkook shook his head. "No."

"That's okay," the artist responded, tucking his fingers under the younger's waistband and pulling down slightly. "I'm not in any rush, Kook. We can go as slow as you want."

Right before Jungkook's length sprung free from his clothing, V stopped and looked up at him.

"If this is too fast, we can stop. You won't hurt my feelings."

"You're just planning on . . . ?"

"Sucking you off, baby," V replied, the nickname causing Jungkook to blush.

The artist pulled down Jungkook's pants and boxers simultaneously once receiving an affirming - and eager - nod from the younger.

Jungkook watched with wide eyes as V gripped his dick in one hand, pumping his entire length a few times, before his tongue licked over his swollen tip. He threw his head back with a moan, which turned into a series of curses as V took him fully into his mouth.

It had been a while since Jungkook had received any pleasure from someone besides his own hand. He knew he wasn't going to last long, especially as V looked up at him while bobbing his head up and down.

Jungkook stared into V's eyes, loving that he was looking into the artist's natural brown color instead of the blue contacts. But it made him think of someone else entirely, which was a very wrong thing to do in a moment like this.

V picked up his pace, gripping onto Jungkook's ass for support. The younger began thrusting in his mouth, sliding more and more into V's throat. The artist showed no signs of discomfort as he moaned around Jungkook's cock, sucking even harder. Jungkook's stomach began to tighten as he became lost completely to the pleasure.

So completely lost that his traitorous mind made him think of Taehyung.

"I'm close," he managed to moan out in warning.

V doubled his efforts, paying special attention to the leaking tip of Jungkook's cock.

That sent Jungkook overboard. He came into V's mouth, and at the same time, moaned the worst possible thing he could have.

"Tae."

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