LUST FOR LOVE

Men think with their other head. (Their d**k, if you didn't get that.) ⠀ That's all Jungkook can tell you. ⠀ Take Gucci for example, he may be intelligent but in the end he'll think with his pecker. Much worse, he is also a pitiful boomer who doesn't know any better on the internet. You can't fault Jungkook's man (yes. This is how you should refer to Gucci from now on) for having a smutty romance with a fake woman. ⠀ At the back of his mind, Jungkook does plan to take advantage of that fact. Jerk Gucci a little bit and leave him wanting for more. Unsatisfied. Tease (torment) Gucci because he f****d an omega. So yeah, Jungkook isn't committed to completely fondling Gucci's d**k yet. ⠀ Because of Woo, the castle is at a sudden siege. He lead Gucci here. And Gucci's definitely put two and two together when he treated Jungkook's wounds and entered his studio. Jungkook is Junghee, he made that realization. ⠀ What's weird is he isn't mad at Jungkook. ⠀ Ever since Gucci lead him to the bedroom — with a very possessive hand on his waist as though he owns Jungkook, by the way — he hasn't said a word about it. Done nothing with the information. The fact he's doing absolutely nothing makes Jungkook even more suspicious of what's to come. ⠀ That aside, for now, he is crying. Like genuinely crying. These aren't crocodile tears! ⠀ The scale model of Seoul he worked on for months became a horror show orchestrated by someone— well, it's as if it's done by an architect who one day woke up to decide he wants people to know what it feels like to have a stroke just by looking at his work. Okay, he's exaggerating and he's aware Woo and Gucci aren't in the architecture field to know what to do and to know the exact degree of damage they've done to his work and him. They'll never understand it. No one outside of the field will. But... just let him feel what he's feeling. And he's feeling a lot. ⠀ At the vivid sight of it replaying in his mind, his heart aches and the pain is incomparable to the tiny glass shards that pierced his arms. ⠀ Wiping the wet corners of his eyes with his bandaged arms, his world slows down. Loses sound and color, blurred by tears he couldn't stop anymore. Fatigued, his body sags as though he lost the bones keeping him upright. There's pounding in his ears from seethed rage in his chest, muting what Gucci is telling him, but he guesses they're apologies. With a hand still on his waist, keeping him from falling, as though it's never gonna leave there. ⠀ Jungkook wants to scream and punch something until his fists bleed out. ⠀ Whoever glued a f*****g Bentley in the middle-class residential area of the city their mom's a hoe. (Forgive him, he's just angry and so depressed he doesn't have the strength to blast his actual feelings out loud. He doesn't mean it. And he definitely doesn't mean it if Woo did it. Sorry mom.) ⠀ Jungkook blinks twice, his head pulled out from sad clouds. ⠀ His tears and heart stops. ⠀ Gucci is pressing on his shoulders until his back is caught by the pillows. Jungkook can only watch at what's unfolding at the foot of his bed, with a swallow, as Gucci pops off the buttons of his clearly expensive pajama shirt (Jungkook assumes Gucci was sleeping when Woo dragged him here), one by one, slowly. With those long pretty fingers. Taking his time because he knows he's such a hot babe doing a strip tease. Gradually, exposing prominent clavicles that elegantly accentuate strong neck and jawline. In the twilight, his skin is golden. Jungkook wants to touch, bite, claw at him— leave his marks everywhere on him. ⠀ He takes his own time to appreciate the grandeur art of sophistication and superiority which is Gucci. ⠀ Down roams Jungkook's gaze. ⠀ Abs. ⠀ V line, the roadmap that leads to the— to the... ⠀ Gulp. He used to never care about these things before this. Before Gucci. ⠀ "Eyes up here, darling." God, that baritone voice. Explicit. Mature. (He didn't think a much older man would be this attractive to him. Kim Taehyung definitely ages like fine wine.) Jungkook fixates on the face of the living erotic fantasy, pinning him down with an intense gaze. Fierce lust radiates from Gucci's eyes though his expression is still and quiet. Jungkook is drowning and he forgets to breathe for a moment. And it doesn't help now that he's exposed to the thoroughbred's rut-pheromones smothering him into the bed. He shouldn't be affected by it as an alpha, but he is. Gucci shouldn't even be releasing it on him either. They really are abnormal alphas. ⠀ And f**k, for a second, he forgot where he is, what the f**k he's miserable about. Confused as to what's going on. ⠀ "You were not listening to a word I say." Internal aggravation intensifies. Oh I'm sorry. I was busy crying over my scale model. You know, THE ONE YOU WRECKED. ... Okay I'll shut up about that now. Anyway, disregarding the fact Gucci definitely didn't make him cry twice now, he's got Jungkook's attention now — another gulp, fisting at the sheets in anticipation — fully. "I am apologizing," Gucci flicks off the last button, throwing the garment somewhere and crawling up to reach Jungkook's paralyzed body, answering the question in Jungkook's mind as though he's telepathic. ⠀ So he resorts to apologizing with his body? Jungkook sure as hell isn't complaining. ⠀ Gucci is wearing a pokerface, looking superior. And while that's hot regardless, Jungkook can't wait to do something about it. ⠀ Both elegance and strength dominates Gucci's every move, like a lion about to mount his mate, as he settles on top of Jungkook. Snarling at the position he's in, unblinking, as an alpha... this gesture is enough to trigger Jungkook's biological instinct to rebel for control. To obtain dominance. ⠀ Gucci detects Jungkook's animosity and cages the younger alpha with the broadness and firm length of his body, powerful above him, then wraps strong fingers around his neck. The bed whines loudly. "Behave," the thoroughbred growls, eyes narrowed. The warning timbre deep from his chest. At the word, his fingertips begins to apply heavy pressure, not enough to hurt, as emphasis of what happens if Jungkook defies him. ⠀ A demonstration of what a true thoroughbred alpha is. ⠀ Since Jungkook is not a moron, too much aware of his own depleted strength from sleepless nights and nonstop work, he huffs and goes pliant under the obviously stronger alpha. ⠀ Gucci's gaze softens and his hands rests on either sides of Jungkook's head. He brings his soft lips to Jungkook's forehead, leaving the sweetest kiss. "I truly am sorry of what I did. I did not mean to encroach your hardwork." That. Jungkook hears that, feels the sincerity of this man. ⠀ "It's okay," Jungkook sniffles. Gucci's closer proximity and scent calms and soothes his heart. ⠀ Another kiss. ⠀ Jungkook melts. ⠀ Gucci embraces him and Jungkook wraps his arms around him in return. Eye to eye. Nose to nose. Chest to chest. ⠀ "I must apologize again. I am afraid my performance will be... subpar. As I have never been with another man before you. Please lower your expectations." ⠀ Jungkook is connected with Gucci on a deeper level now that he knows they became gay at the same time for each other. Harmonized, like the twin beats of their hearts. ⠀ Subpar, though? Jungkook doesn't believe Gucci is capable of anything below average. ⠀ But wait! ⠀ Suddenly, Jungkook's common sense catches up to him when Gucci tries to strip him off his shirt, lifting the hem just above his n*****s, "My brother's here...!" ⠀ "You should be forbidden from wearing anything." Gucci isn't paying attention to what Jungkook blurted out and doesn't let Jungkook hide himself under the sheets. Definitely not a narcissistic prick, Jungkook knows he looks like he died two days ago. He looks bad right now, like really bad. Everywhere. Jungkook's wrists are pinned firm above the headboard single-handedly. ⠀ Gucci promises Jungkook this: "Soon... you will know what it feels like to be f****d by a thoroughbred alpha." ⠀ (There's a thud in the next room, creaky footsteps retreating away in horror, and the door shuts violently there. Sorry Woo.) ⠀ Hearing him swear for the first time... Would you look at that. Jungkook's first b***r in forever. ⠀ And thus, Jungkook's swear kink is born. ⠀ Sighing, Gucci pauses whatever he's attempting to do and glimpses over at Mikasa, Jungkook's wife observing them with an indifferent stare, and asks, "May I move it— the statue? It is... distracting. If you do not mind." ⠀ Referring to Mikasa as an 'it' and a statue is punishable by death by titan. But Jungkook is horny so he says yes, Gucci can move his wife wherever the f**k he wants. ⠀ When all that's done, Gucci helps Jungkook out of his clothes, revealing that he had taken a suppressant but wasn't enough when it comes to Jungkook, that Jungkook is a temptation to his c**k (what he really said is 'temptation to the senses' but it's the same thing so). Jungkook's erection shamelessly exposed and he closes his eyes, eager to please Gucci too, letting all the porn he's watched flood his memories. ⠀ Jungkook whines what a male omega b***h he thinks would say to make an alpha horny, "Breed me, daddy. Want your sperm to swim in my guts and make ass babies." Look at him be a god tier bottom! (Even though he's a top. Does he look like a f*****g twink to you?) ⠀ This is easy. ⠀ "What an odd thing to say," Gucci blinks at him. His reaction is like: huh... This guy's disturbingly weird. ⠀ Goddammit! ⠀ Now Gucci is laughing and while it's heavenly to hear... ⠀ "How about you just suck my d**k?!" Jungkook covers his face with his hands in shame, wishing someone would shoot him to death. He's never gonna be the bottom of every gay man's wet dream having failed at dirty talk. ⠀ "All right." ⠀ "... Wait. Really?" ⠀ "I was told if I cannot laugh with my lover I have to find someone else. I enjoy you, darling. I would gladly offer you fellatio." ⠀ Oh. Laugh with Jungkook. Not at Jungkook. ⠀ ... Lover?! Jungkook likes the sound of that. ⠀ And of course he's too fancy to call it a blowjob. ⠀ "I'm often told I'm unintentionally hilarious," Jungkook brags then wishes he never did. That's not a compliment. Dammit. ⠀ "You are," Gucci smiles. Double dammit. "I would like you to be yourself. Do not pretend to be something else to please me." ⠀ Right. Jungkook can do that. Be himself. ⠀ "Doctor, give my d**k CPR or attend its funeral." ⠀ Gucci laughs before nodding (that's the second time Jungkook made him laugh and Jungkook's proud, making a mental note Gucci likes d**k jokes and he'll have to make more later) and leaves a soft trail of kisses near the corner of Jungkook's lips, down he goes from his chest and stomach, until he pauses to study the leaking tip of Jungkook's arousal. He looks... hungry and Jungkook is salivating at the sight of the most erotic man he's ever met hovering over his d**k. ⠀ At this point, all Jungkook can tell you is... Subpar, my ass. ⠀ Gucci starts with long, slow licks at the base of his c**k, up to the swollen head. He practically begins French kissing the tip while eyefucking Jungkook with those mesmerizing, lust-provoking eyes of his, keeping him still with firm hands on his hips. ⠀ Jungkook can feel the enthusiasm on his skillful tongue when he became nasty (still somehow able to maintain class because this is Gucci we're talking about) with his d**k for like an hour. Along, making Jungkook even more horny — harder and bigger in that divine mouth — when he could tell Gucci is sucking the soul out of his d**k for his own pleasure too. ⠀ Wet and slobbery all the way. No teeth on the pulsating skin of his hardness. Lots of edging, fantastic suction, gagging (let's face it, Jungkook's size is above the average alpha's), and lewd eye contact. ⠀ Fuck. f**k. f**k. He's being thoroughly lead to the stairway of his high, his eyes rolling heavenward and he reaches the peak of his orgasm, fingers clenching at the sheets. ⠀ For a moment, Jungkook forgets who he is. "Gucci!" And the real name of the person blowing him. ⠀ Oh s**t. ⠀ Sorry, he'll call him Da— Taehyung next time. Force of habit. He did not mean to say that out loud when he's busting the best nut of his life. It's undoubtedly the best considering he can't even feel his legs. Incredible. 10/10. Would let him near his d**k again. ⠀ Gucci sucks him gently, milking every last drop of load Jungkook has to offer. Releases Jungkook with a filthy pop. Then pokes his tongue out, c*m glistening on it, some dripping on the sides of his spurt-slicked lips. Fuck. That's hot. ⠀ On a normal day, Jungkook would joke: spitters are quitters. But suddenly shy, he ends up stuttering, "Yo-You don't have to..." ⠀ Turns out, Gucci is no quitter and swallows. ⠀ Jungkook manages to ask, out of breath and trying to come down from his high, "Are you sure you've never been with a man before? You were so good." ⠀ "Yes. Only you, darling. I wanted to please you," Gucci licks his lips and smiles. "What did you call me?" he doesn't seem offended, just thinks it's funny. So Jungkook returns his smile with a grin. ⠀ "Take off your pants. Dr. Nine Inches's been rutting on my leg I can feel your heartbeat in it," Jungkook palms his clothed c**k. Feels the throbbing, hot heaviness and intimidating size of it. ⠀ Jungkook gulps. ⠀ (a/n: this bit will be shown on gucci-sama's pov) ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ "I'm rating your boyfriend for you while waiting for my kimchi to be ready." ⠀ "Is that what teenagers do now?" Jungkook sits next to Woo on the couch, stares at the notebook on his younger brother's lap. ⠀ "Yep. Doc's score is 80/100. I think, with the nature of your relationship, you'll be forced to hide it from the public. He's financially capable of that and I think he's a man who can handle your... uh, oddities." ⠀ "Let me rate him." ⠀ "No. I did it for unbiased results." ⠀ "Oh wow. He's got a child. That's a red flag. I'm fond of dogs, not kids. Oh he's got concubines too. More minus points. What's his score now?" ⠀ "Since you came here? -75." ⠀ "Well, he's hot and rich give him a perfect score." Oh and he's the man who risked his job just to give Jungkook what he wants. So he cares. Jungkook likes him. A lot, it seems. ⠀ "Since you are a bonafide cocksucker and a connoisseur of all things phallic, who am I to argue with that?" ⠀ Gutted. Jungkook is. ⠀ (And yes, this is casual conversation for them. You haven't seen the half of it.) ⠀ "How adorable. My little brother is roasting me. YOU KIMCHI EATING GOBLIN." Woo is unaffected and returns his attention to the notebook. He's always been immune to insults and Jungkook is jealous. ⠀ Woo places a hand on Jungkook's shoulder, "Jokes aside, I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that abuse." You're goddamn right I don't. "I hope you remember to be always careful. And I support whatever your decision is." ⠀ Jungkook realizes something from that. Suddenly a bit anxious of the future, mixed with the relief that his brother is here for him. He became gay for Gucci too fast he didn't have a sexuality crisis. There is a process: the sexuality crisis, semi-acceptance, acceptance, then becoming fully gay. He skipped a few, true. It's just because he's my fated mate. And Gucci sure as hell didn't have a sexuality crisis either because he's f*****g whipped for him. ⠀ "Thanks. I love you, Woo. For supporting me and keeping this a secret. Now you can stop calling me gay in ten different ways." ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ "Woo! S-Save me...!" ⠀ "Hey! Hold on. I've got you. I've got you. Don't die on me, Kook." ⠀ "Thanks..." ⠀ "Why were you choking on a banana?" ⠀ That's how I, Jeon Jungkook, nearly died trying to deepthroat a fruit.