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Jungkook sets foot inside the club—it stinks.

Neon lights bounce off the walls, a sprightly night scene that is imbued between and around the dancers who gyrate on each other as they take the dance floor. Fluorescent light settling onto them and painting their skin, they are bathed in the neon the same way they drown in all things immoral; alcohol, drugs, and sex. 

Everything about this place reeks of bad decisions and terrible endings, but the twenty year old has come here with a purpose. And although there’s a rational voice that rings in the back of his head telling him to call it a night and go back out those doors, he doesn’t.

Jungkook makes his way to the bar, shyly asks for V, and orders himself a bottle of Soju. He came here dressed with purpose, too. Ripped skinny jeans concealing devious fishnet stockings, an oversized leather jacket that covers the fact that he wears a crop top, and bright red Nike Air Forces. On his back is his hygiene bag, storing everything he'd need for one evening with the man the whole strip deems a sex god. He's slightly embarrassed about bringing that with him, as though any of what he's hoping to do suggests the idea of vanilla sex and intimate treatment. But Jungkook figures he can never be too prepared, especially once he mentally considers the dynamics of this entire situation.

It's not everyday one loses their virginity to an escort at the back of dingy nightclub.

"Last booth, on your left," The bartender says as he hands the green bottle over, pointing to the dimmest corner in the entire expanse of the vibrant room. 

"Thank you..." he pays, and follows the direction, careful not to step on any broken glass or bump into the early-evening drunkards who stagger in his distance. Jungkook reaches the table, and tightens his grip on the green glass. He's already sitting there, just a man wasting his night on cigarettes and sex. Jungkook swallows, and asks, "Are you V?"

A mass of auburn coloured hair lifts upward, revealing the face of a very attractive man. There's no way to say it plainly; describing his features come at the cost of what it must be like for auctioneers to describe very expensive pieces of art. 

He's breath-taking. 

Slender nose, straight lips, high cheek bones, and unique eyes with a monolid on his right, and double eyelids on his left, the perfect balance between sexual and sweet; a split dual of innocent and sinful. 

V is gorgeous, almost unreal, and Jungkook is definitely astounded by how handsome this guy is. 

"You the person I'm fucking today?" He asks blankly, making the young boy scream internally with a closed mouth and frantically shake his head. V rolls his eyes when he sees Jungkook look back, afraid that someone may have heard them. "It doesn't matter. Everyone knows what it means to be seen with me, so your secret's already out."

"Yeah but..." Jungkook breathes, quickly taking a seat on the opposite side of the booth. "You don't have to be so like... extreme about it." 

V analyses all of him—paled fingers with light pink knuckles, childlike feat contrasted with the tattoos littering almost all of his right hand. He's dressed in all black, must be the skater kind . 

When the escort leads his gaze up his face, he notices the hoops pierced in both ears and the double stud in his eyebrow. But much like his hands, his face contests the look he upholds with the tattoos, piercings and biker outfit. 

Dark hair frames an irresistible face, parted fringe falling in light strands over his forehead. Big brown eyes, so wide and sparkly, sit above a large button nose. He's got puffy cheeks, the kind that probably stretches and bounces back when you pull them, and as V continues to scour, he lands on his lips—plump, plush and pink, so kissable, and a little mole just beneath his bottom lip. He's dolled himself up, light purple eyeshadow complimenting his sharp winged eyeliner, and his lips look redder than their natural shade due to the glittery gloss.

V presses his lips into a thin line, not understanding why his newest body has to be this pretty. It might make fucking him so much harder given how he’ll be more inclined to admire his pretty features without drawing back and reminding himself over and over that everything is strictly business. 

This guy's stunning—that may be an issue. 

Upon noticing that he’s being stared at, Jungkook decides to take a sip of beer to distract himself. V watches the Soju glide down his throat as he gulps, imagining the lewdest of things, and straightens in his seat when the few droplets fall to his lips once he puts the bottle away. A little pink tongue darts out to collect the silverish liquid, giving his perfect lips an added shimmer above the lip gloss he wears. 

"How old are you?"

This question catches Jungkook off guard. "Does that matter?"

"It does actually," he replies, drumming his fingers on the wooden table. "I don't wish to find a lawsuit filed against me for taking a minor to bed."

Though very unwilling to give his age, Jungkook understands his apprehension, and says softly, "I'm old. I will be twenty-one in a couple of months."

"How many?"

Jungkook clears his throat. "Five." When the escort doesn't say anything, he quickly adds, "I can show you my ID if you like."

V only huffs, looking to the bar and deciding that he needs a drink. He wants to pretend that it’s just the fumes of the club that drive him partly insane, but there’s this odd need to hear the boy talk again, hear his deeply alluring voice that sounds like a felt-tip pen gliding effortless along fine paper, and collecting it's ink from billowy clouds. 

He draws the escort in, without having to do much, and V wants to drown out this weird feeling. 

"What's your name?"

"Er, Jungkook." He’s sitting so straight, back arched awkwardly, that V wonders whether this position won't bruise him somewhat. "Yours, maybe?"

V chuckles. "I'm sure you already know my rule kid. No name, just sex. And since our tests are valid, we're both clean, too. Of course you are, but I always use protection and do my check-ups. That's eighty-five percent of your worries simmered down. But my name," he shakes his head. "Not of importance."

Jungkook sighs, knowing this rule quite well in question. That's the thing V is best known for. A great fuck with a lengthy reputation holding a number of clients, yet no one has ever been graced with the opportunity to learn his name. 

"Okay," is all that comes out of his mouth. To maintain the conversation, Jungkook tries again with, "Age?"

"Thirty-two." Jungkook nods, and V presses his face forward. "Does that scare you?"

He shakes his head. "No. I think it's better that you're older, that way you can..." he clears his throat again, grunting the itch away. "That way I can be more comfortable with someone who's experienced."

"Why do you want to lose your virginity in a club?" V asks, a line settling between his brows as his forehead creases with a frown. “With an escort?”

Jungkook leans back, slumping in his shoulders. This guy is really straightforward , he thinks, and nervously takes another swig of his drink. But alas, the bluntness is quite attractive, and it makes the fine specimen sitting opposite him more attractive than is necessary. 

"Because I have something planned with someone soon, and I don't want to make a fool of myself." 

V's eyes fall on the silver promise ring around the boy's finger. His frown deepens, then deciding that he doesn't care much about it, looks away and slouches back in the seat booth. 

He searches the pocket of his jacket for a lighter, then grabs the box of cigarettes at the centre of the table. He streaks a stick, balances the white part on his bottom lip, and places the butt of it on the lighter. He rolls the flint wheel, sees the flame spark, rolls it two more times until it ignites and lights his cigarette. It’s short but satisfying enough to make him smirk, especially when his client accidentally kicks his foot underneath the table before apologising profusely. V ignores him and drags the first ball of smoke into his mouth, sighing when it burns his throat. 

It's fairly easy to hang around in a place like this and let your reality get warped in the illusion; one created by silvery music and a kaleidoscopic flare of lights coming in from the dance floor to spruce up the darkness of club. Then the sound of people losing morality on it, too. All sweaty bodies grinding and humping against each other as everyone recluses into their most natural, primal state, governed by primal urges that turns them almost inhumane.

It's not just easy—it's ascertained that if you're here, you're bound to lose yourself, your sanity, your thoughts. There's nothing to be taken seriously, a place of no judgment, just drifting with no awareness to where you're headed.

But the more smoke V pulls into his mouth, seeking that sour sensation of it prickling his lungs, the more he just can't help it, and looks back at the ring around this kid's finger.

"You have a boyfriend?"

Jungkook blushes, casting his gaze aside and opting not to look in those intense brown eyes. “I have a friend,” he responds very quietly. “We’re semi-exclusive. Not really dating but people know we’re together." He doesn't lie about it; there's no point. "I'm doing this for him."

"Don't promise rings mean you won't have sex unless with each other after marriage or something?" V angles his head, cigarette hanging in the corner of his mouth. "Does sleeping with me not blow the whole purpose?"

Jungkook groans, nails digging into his knuckles as he presses his hands tighter together. “Ours have different meaning; it’s more of an ‘I’ll come back to you while I figure myself out’ ring. It’s like I said, we’re not exclusive, but we know we want to end up together when we’re ready to be." His skin gets warmer, blush spreading from his cheeks to the nape of his neck, right up till the tips of his ears. "Plus, we told each other at the beginning that we've had sex with other people, so it’s a promise to each other that we’ll only sleep together when we’re in a relationship. But… the whole sex thing, I lied to him... as I am a virgin..."

Even though he chooses to stare sideways instead of in the escort's eyes, pretending to be so incredibly interested in the stereo blaring old rock hits near the dance floor, V cannot help but stare at him—scrutinising silently, and calculating his choices. 

"If you can't confide in your boyfriend about such a thing," he starts slowly, taking another drag of the cigarette. "Should you be calling him your boyfriend at all?"

Jungkook scoffs. "Aren't we supposed to be fucking already?"

V shrugs. "I like to take the time to know my clients." A lie—V would fuck his people nameless if he could. But this kid is worth the effort. Just a little. "So that I know what I'm dealing with. Anyway," he smirks, tapping the cigarette against the rim of the ashtray so that the grey ash can sprinkle inside. "You haven't told me any kinks or preferences."

Jungkook thinks for a moment. "I watch a lot of Twitter porn. And I kinda like the rougher side of things."

"Go on."

Jungkook's subconscious bashes it's head against the table, not wanting to talk about his sexual enjoyment to this man right now. But that's a foolish request, because he had come here to be taught the ins and outs of sex, discover what he likes and what he doesn't, and walk away a little insightful on the matter, perhaps feeling pleasure in the process as well. There's a lot of downsides that come with such expectations, because granted, it's not the full experience, but he's got to be open-minded enough to take what he can get.

"Name-calling, hair-pulling," he starts off, voice pitching as he continues to add on to the preferences. Lips pursed, V watches him with raised eyebrows, fairly amused, if not aroused. "Maybe bondage," Jungkook rubs his wrists together. "But only on my wrists, the other stuff is a bit too intense."

"Hmm," he sits back. "You've got some sort of degradation kink. Freaky."

"I'm not... you think-- you think it's freaky?" He squeaks. 

V chuckles, drinking another mass of grey vapour. "I think it's sexy. Cute and sexy." He suddenly points the filter end of the cigarette in Jungkook's face, and the pierced virgin jerks his head back. "But I would suggest you don't count on it so positively. People think that they like to be used and toyed with during sex, but they end up being the biggest babies asking for kisses and cuddles afterwards. Don't ask for it if you can't handle it."

Jungkook folds his arms over his chest, then frowns and reaches over for his bottle. Swigging the drink, he finishes the Soju with one final gulp. "I can handle it--" He burps. "The spanking and BDSM and everything."

V rolls his eyes. Right .

"You jerk off a lot?"

The light blush dots his cheeks again. "I mean... yeah, I jerk off."

"Frequently?"

Jungkook groans. "Just know that I do it."

V nods, not deterred by his need to ask more invasive questions even though he grows uncomfortably hard from the answers the boy gives. "Finger yourself?"

"Yeah... I do it on some occasions.”

"Should I do those for you?" 

A touch of amusement curls onto his lips when Jungkook gives no answer at first, eyes pinned to the empty green bottle in his peripheral. He yearns to get away from the question, but V is adamant for a clear response. He lifts his foot, taps the blushing kid's shin with the pointed tip of his shoe, and quirks his eyebrow at him when he looks back. Timidly, he nods, and a smirk rises from the corners of the other's mouth. 

"Would you do them for me if I asked?"

"Pardon?"

V leans in closer, holding Jungkook's gaze with his own. He watches how his already dark pupils dilate to large masses of black, how his cherry lips part in a mild exchange of ecstasy, definitely allured to the idea no matter how taboo it sounds. 

"I've got kinks too," he runs his tongue over the roof of his mouth, settling back with a large grin. "I'll teach you some of those, how about?"

"Like?"

"That sort of voyeur shit," He explains. "You'd basically be touching yourself for me, so I can feel good too. Vice versa."

"Oh..." he holds silent for a moment. Jungkook's eyebrows scrunch, and he twists his lips to the side. "That sounds… not so bad." 

The simplicity of this conversation is what's driving V completely mad, as Jungkook takes these advances so easily, no matter how timid. 

Usually, V is the one to please, and with Jungkook being a virgin, pleasure is almost thrown out of the window because the kid won't even know what he's doing half of the time. 

But this is exactly what has V asking for more.

Under the small lighting of the overhead lamp, Jungkook's porcelain-like skin glows, and the escort regards him so much like a doll—like a puppet, one he can hold by the strings and draw up to control. He’ll guide him, leading him through all play and art and mastery of sex. At least, he’ll teach him what he can in the short time they have together—he’s not doing this for free. And it's this boy being overly eager to believe that an escort is his answer to this sort of stuff.

But there’s still an idea .

Taking him brutally, all angles, all positions, all surfaces, all frequencies, but careful not to shatter his fragile casing with just how delicate he seems to be. 

"So again, Jungkookie," V lets out with a bit of finality, wanting the words to come out of the other’s mouth one last time so they are both aware of what they are getting themselves into. "Why are you here?"

Jungkook ignores the enticing way his name had rolled off V's tongue, sounding so good in his mouth when he says it. "Because I want you to show me how to be good in bed."

"That's a little presumptuous, hm?"

"That shouldn't be too much of a problem," Jungkook tries to challenge him by saying. "If you're good at what you do."

V licks his lips, eyes raking the overly-shy virgin, and finishes the cigarette with one final sip. He thinks about how this session will definitely be interesting, especially with a cute kid who was meek enough to bring with him an overnight sex bag only to be fucked in the back room of a goddamn night club. 

He pushes out of his side, and hops to his feet, holding his hand out to the him. "I don't usually do virgins," he says once Jungkook cautiously places his hand in his palm, so soft, and stands next to him. V smirks, tucks the loose strands of his long fringe behind his ear, and dips in to furtively whisper, "But for you, I will definitely make an exception."

—♦️—

Wiping dust off the walls, V is very rough in the way he kisses when he finds himself alone in the room with Jungkook. 

Door locked, jackets discarded on the floor, he shoves him into the wall and mashes his mouth against his. Jungkook, already lightheaded at the intensity of a single kiss, moans lightly when he feels something hard press against his groin, before sharp teeth bite his bottom lip and tugs it outward. 

"Tell me now how we should go, Bun," Jungkook melts at the nickname, hanging his arms over his shoulders when the escort grinds into him. "Rough or tender, I can be anything you want."

Wishing to hasten the process, the need to be deflowered turning him into a madman, Jungkook replies with a grunt and pries out V's tucked shirt with fast fingers. 

"Do you want a safe word?" 

Jungkook gasps when V bands his hands around his thighs, and lifts him into his body. Jungkook instinctively wraps his legs around his torso, and holds him tightly. "Berries..."

V chuckles. “Berries. It usually doesn't work out so simply but–" He carries him to the low vanity, and sets him down. Jungkook's already panting when he glances back into V's face with wide eyes, puffy cheeks, a heaving chest. He smiles, gaze surprisingly warm, and his grip on Jungkook's thighs clench. "I won't get too filthy with you. A safe word's still important, though."

Jungkook places his shaky hands on his strong shoulders and huffs, "That's fine."

Although the entrance to the motel room is dark and dingy, inside there is a fair amount of luxury that surrounds them, and this had calmed Jungkook down a little bit knowing that he wouldn't be losing his virginity in an uncomfortable place, no matter how haphazard his circumstances already were. The bed looks comfortable, white sheets dressed neatly and large pillows fluffed out. And the walls are a light pink, gentle and appeasing when he considers it. There's a small oval shaped diffuser in the corner of the room scenting the room with a lavender infused essence, and even a small refrigerator for beverages.

Just as he's examining the room, Jungkook's hands drop to his lap at the sudden shift of V stepping away from him, the lost touch of his shoulders making his fingertips tingle. He blinks in his direction. V casts the four poster aside for a minute, and stands back to watch with hooded eyes the boy hanging on the edge of the dresser.

"Take your pants off," he grunts. "And touch yourself."

Jungkook's mouth falls a low way to the ground, earning him a gravelly chuckle from the man who's posed such a preposterous request. 

"Have you forgotten so quickly already?" He asks with a raised eyebrow, long fingers rubbing over the leather of his belt as he unfastens the buckle. "Should I set aside our kinks tonight?" He slides it from the loops, opens the black plastic button, and zips down the fly. "You don't want to see my cock, Koo?"

Jungkook presses his thighs together, biting his lip to prevent all unholy moans from dripping out. 

Everything turns fuzzy, but his own senses heighten.

He looks at this man—this delicious man—runs his gaze to the large bulge in the front of his pants that's dying to get out, and feels himself harden at the lascivious thought of playing with himself in front of V; of being the cause that the escort is so turned on and ready to touch his own cock in front of him. 

Jungkook's scared, but just a little. Interest and desire still prevail, and he eases against the mirror.

"Call me that..." Jungkook rasps, sliding his skinny jeans off and revealing his strapping fishnets. He jumps back on the vanity, spreads his legs wide, and wraps his hand around his cock. "I don't mind Bun either..."

V groans at how he hadn't bothered to wear any briefs. The fishnets were the kind for people who didn't mind a little foreplay on the road. Open-crotch. There's a large hole in the centre, giving space for him to flaunt his intimacy freely.

Pants loose, V slinks his hands into his own briefs, and grips himself, admiring how the small bunny-toothed boy’s already set on sending himself to a sexual haven with the way he jerks himself off. Fast, amateur strokes that would get anybody off, and the escort becomes the first victim.

"Spread your legs wider for me, Bun," V says, thumbing his wet tip and enjoying the sight of the younger fucking his hand. "Be a good slut like that and give me a show."

Jungkook squeezes his toes, feeling like the dirtiest virgin, and murmurs in a strained voice, "Want your cock..."

Imagining himself with V is better than any porn he's wasted his nights with, and any wet dream he's woken up victim to when lying tangled in soaked boxers the next morning. 

All fear, all apprehension, and all anxiety fades fast into the background. Jungkook doesn't feel any form of insecurity because being with V feels perfect, oddly even in this kinky voyeur shit, as the escort had classified it earlier.

He feels more comfortable masturbating in front of him than he ever had giving his unlabelled boyfriend head. Jungkook wants to give V his body for the first time; for him to be the first man that touches him in all centimetres, and takes him in forbidden positions that give crossed eyes and knotted stomachs. He can’t describe why it’s this way, but he realises that dwelling on valid reason and sensibility ruins the fun, so he doesn’t.

"Not so fast, Bun," V removes his hands from his pants and, walking forward towards the moaning boy, stretches the knot around his neck to edge off his tie. 

“V,” he calls out breathily. 

"Close your mouth." He reaches Jungkook, who's face is red as he keeps breathing out his moans, and squishes his cheeks together. Saliva already bubbling at the corners of his mouth, water dribbles down Jungkook's chin and he gurgles. V tightens his grip and snarls, "Tch, you're drooling everywhere."

Jungkook gulps. "I'm sorry..."

V lowers his hand and grabs hold of his throat, squeezing hard enough to make him choke a bit, nothing too dangerous. "I'm going to listen to all your demands," he grunts, little whimpers coming with the younger’s ground out pants as V keeps his long, slender fingers firmly around his neck. "Fuck you so hard like a good little slut. And do you know what you're going to do?"

Jungkook groans, pretending to know exactly what V is talking about. "Uh-huh..."

"You're going to spread your legs, submit to me as I fucking ruin you, and beg for more. When I say hold out, you hold out, when I say scream, you scream, when I say come, you come." He forces his face closer, rips another pleasured moan, just as tiny as before. "Understood?"

"Yes, sir~"

V laughs. “Sir? I like that.”

Jungkook, despite the previous degradation flung his way, manages to crack a smile. He already feels high, breath drawn tight in his throat as it squeezes in his lungs. V being so close to him turns him mad, and his head spins a hundred rotations a minute all to fall heady at those sharp eyes that peer in closely. The scent of V’s cologne piles into his nostrils, and he digs his nails into the wooden surface to keep in anything else that might elicit another reaction from the escort… not that he would mind it.

"You're a virgin, a pretty princess in my kingdom. Do you know what virgins do?" He whispers, and waits for Jungkook to moan again before he keeps talking. "They take everything, no matter how tight it feels, no matter how hard… because when I fuck you, Jungkookie–" Leaning in closer, V nibbles his earlobe and sucks the whole of it into his mouth. Then he makes a promise, one whispered so tenderly in Jungkook's ear that he shivers, "–I'm going to fuck you so good.”

Holding Jungkook's face in his hands, he yanks him forward for a kiss. Jungkook enjoys the rough handling, how V grips his hair in his fingers with his other hand, and curtly tugs onto his very sensitive roots when he pulls back for wider access to his mouth. He especially likes the way V had spoken, promising such vulgar things in the sexiest manner.

V draws back, tilts his head, and kisses the underside of his jaw. He closes his palm on Jungkook's cock, and presses the tip, smirking when he hears a gasp. "That stiff already?" He gives a coarse chuckle. "Such a dirty bunny."

"V... please..."

"I'm going to tie you up now," he whispers. "There's always the safe word, remember that."

V inches his hands up Jungkook's top, twiddles his thumbs around his plush nipples, and chuckles when he feels something else poking around the erect buds. He keeps tugging the metal, watching how the little bunny arches his back in invitation. He rolls his thumb and index around them first, offering equal attention, before bunching up the hem of his black top to get it off. Jungkook adheres, and lifts his arms into the air until the material is rolled off his shoulders and then thrown aside.

"Nipple piercings," V comments with a lip bite. "You're an unpredictable one. First you tease me with these stockings–" he pulls the waistband of the fishnets hard before they snap back on Jungkook’s soft skin. "And then that crop top revealing just how hard you work on yourself." He clicks his tongue, pulls onto the barbells that poke into Jungkook's nipples. "Now these. How do you expect me to control myself?"

There’s a tight throb in his core, and he shamelessly utters, "Don't..."

V hums. "You say this with a tiny voice. You’re such a fragile, little doll." V steps back, takes in all of him. "Don't worry, I won't break you."

There’s already a sweat that’s broken out on Jungkook’s neck, pooling at his nape, and the warmth that expands in his core runs across his entire body, claiming him. He leaks between his legs just thinking about what V has planned for him once the escort steps away and latches onto the belongings he’d discarded near the main door. 

Returning with his belt and tie, V straps Jungkook's wrists together using the Valentino leather to pin them to his front. He tightens it, ensuring that the boy can't get out no matter how hard he wriggles, and has him jump off the counter with his back facing him. 

Next, he takes his tie, flattens it, then covers his innocent, sparking doe eyes with the soft black material, heightening all other senses now that he has lost his touch and sight. V smooths his hand down the curve of his back, making Jungkook groan when his cock presses into the wood of the dresser, and uses his nails to harshly rip the black net that prevents easy access to his lovely ass.

Jungkook gasps; it was so sudden. "Are you going touch me there?" He asks headily, but he’s more excited if anything. 

"I'm going to touch you everywhere."

Jungkook lets out moan accompanied with a small whine at the back of his throat—the belt already restrains blood action to his wrists, and he imagines the purple rings that will remain once it comes off. He cannot see anything, cannot touch or strain either, so at the moment he’s complete helpless; he loves that. 

"There's a mirror on this vanity," V grins when Jungkook squirms from the cold, balmy touch he runs down the line of his ass. "When I'm done with my first form of initiation, I'll take the blindfold off so you can see with your own eyes how you look like when you're getting fucked, hm?"

"Okay..." Jungkook swallows. “Sir.”

"That way you see the faces you make, hear first-hand the moans that turn me on when you see my reaction as I take you." He presses the pad of his middle finger against his rim. "And when your face looks like all of you is ready to burst, I'm going to go deeper until you're eyes roll so far back you can't even see your image in the glass anymore."

"Fuck..." he pinches his toes when V circles his entrance, dallying with a light touch. "Nobody's ever touched me there before..."

"Not even your boyfriend?"

Jungkook has no time to answer when V replaces his middle finger with the tip of something else. Something cold, and wet. He has no idea what it is, and the thought of having an unknown object inside him—albeit a little frightening—weirdly arouses him.

"You ever fucked yourself with things other than your fingers?" V takes hold of a strawberry scented bottle of lube, squeezes it onto his palm, and rubs it down the glass toy. "Like a dildo or something?" 

"No..."

V pouts. "You still want me to be explicit?"

"You can do whatever, I'm ready."

He shakes his head with a small smile, mildly astonished at the kid's determination to lose all of his purity in one evening, and presses the glass into his pretty hole again. Using his other hand, he spreads his cheeks, and as he pushes in just the tip of the toy, bends down to cover the top of Jungkook's back with kisses to caress once he arches with a short scream. 

"Don't fight it. If you move, you will tear." He murmurs against his skin, ignoring the whimpers that repeatedly ask him what he’s using. He shoves in till the glass toy is halfway inside, and Jungkook gasps sharply. "Take this now, and you will be able to take all of me. So be a good boy and handle the pain for a moment."

“I– I’m trying… but ’s too big…” Jungkook whines.

Taehyung clenches his jaw. “I know, baby.”

V would have prepared him more, but the other half of him doesn’t truly know how to deal with a situation like this, as assured as he displays himself. And Jungkook had said that he’d opened himself up at home. In hindsight, this is still a job. The best he tries to is to layer kisses on his skin and ease the toy inside without mounting too much pressure, whispering lightly that it’ll be better soon, and that he has to be patient.

Straining against the tightness that both stretches and compacts, Jungkook fights the strong urge to scream the safe word when the object is speared all the way till it reaches the end. Tears spritz onto his lashes, wiped away by the blindfold, and his wrists burn as he has forgotten they are bound together when he attempts to pull them apart so that he can push V away from behind him.

Whatever V uses, he shoves it all the way and wiggles it to rub his prostate. Jungkook is afraid to push back, for fear that the object might burst inside along his sensitive nerves. He’s panting, reminding himself of the pleasure that should come soon, and takes everything as best as he can when V starts to move it back and forth with leisure gestures. 

"It should start feeling good soon," he pulls out the toy, then drives it back in to groan at the heated sounds that run out of Jungkook's mouth. "This ass deserves to be bruised since you've kept it away from me specifically. It will be so worth it when the pain subsides, I promise."

Not saying anything, Jungkook takes it all, the sharp force driven deeper and deeper into his hole. When his body owes itself to a good result of stretching, his ass begins to swallow it perfectly, and V spanks him twice to create a desirous friction to the rhythm of his toy. 

The moans V receives as a result are the best he's ever heard, expressions of pure pleasure once his bun starts to loosen up well. He admires his body from behind, scanning a keen eye on the carved tattoos down the length of Jungkook's arm as he wriggles this way and that; the strength of his upper back that is accentuated as his muscles stretch and expand; his lower back curving deeper in strenuous attempts to feel the full thing shoved up his ass. 

V looks down, groans at the sight and excites himself for when it will be his cock replacing the glass. "Can't wait to fuck you, Koo."

"I think... think...  gonna come— gonna come..." Jungkook breathlessly says, mentioning twice what he believes when his cock twitches. 

He’s already fucked out, absent to the real world and the instruction he'd given himself not to break out so soon. Now, he's actually ready to burst, and he's hardly been touched the full way he would like. But momentary insanity guides him away from a solid resolution, and he pleads with the one who brings on these tormenting sensations. 

"V– V... make me come– make me..."

V stops shifting, leaving the glass dildo halfway up his ass, and Jungkook squeezes his cheeks to feel good again. The escort reaches for the knot on his tie, strings it loose, and reveals a pair of eyes that are on the close verge of tears, begging silently for the movement to continue. He pulls Jungkook's hips back, but does nothing, earning him another musical whine. Jungkook arches, perking his ass in the air, begging over and over again with no words to be allowed a release, but V only continues to tease. 

He stares at him, laughing with his own eyes. "We still have so much fun left." He drags the glass toy out, bites his bottom lip in pleasure when Jungkook moans at the emptiness, and sets it down. "Should I eat you out Koo?"

Wholly aroused by the idea, Jungkook whines. "Yes please..." 

On his knees, V kneads his pale but flushed mounds in his hands and pulls them apart, groaning at the sight of Jungkook's glistening hole. He closes his teeth around the left cheek, bites down to leave a mark, and gives the other a good smack. What was initially a whine turns into a lewd moan when V drags the tip of his tongue up the lining, before slipping it into the muscular ring. 

He buries his face in, devouring with rough flicks of his tongue and the tight suction of his lips, then opening wide to fuck him with his tongue. V moans, finding himself so pleased by this, and starts to lick from the mounds of his balls right to the top of his crack. The vibrations of his moans run up Jungkook’s nerves and his thighs tremble, spiked on arousal and drunk on pleasure. 

V says the same for himself; his little bun tastes so good, resulting in such an unwanted tautness in his pants that grows the more he rubs the hard flesh of his tongue around Jungkook’s sweet, puckered hole. When he twitches again, V decides he wants him on his cock that very instant.

"You're so easy to please," he muffles, loving the mess Jungkook becomes just by the use of a skilled tongue. "Look at your legs, already shaking." He chuckles smugly, using his lips to softly suck his pink hole one final time. "Do you want to come?"

"Yes..." he begs. “Please Sir, I do.”

V grins. "Don't." 

He stops abruptly, hopping to his feet and leaving the flustered bunny an even bigger mess of conflicted emotions. Jungkook aches, cock throbbing as it requires any kind of attention to give him his release. 

"Let me come..."

"You will come with my dick inside you." 

In the haze, Jungkook watches V who bends down to reach for his jacket, pulling out a condom. V is quick and swift, and with minimal efforts, tugs his pants and briefs down, and shakes them off his feet.

The room drops by a thousand degrees, and when Jungkook gives sight at his incredible size, he burns at the thought of finding himself with a cock that big inside him. Whatever V had used to fuck him with earlier was just preparation, because his dick is big, veined and pulsing to find the gloving warmth of something that will appease it. 

Even then, all previous stretching cannot be enough because if V's reputation succeeds him, along with his impressive cock, there is no way the first few minutes won’t hurt.  

Jungkook simply stares and watches as V rips the purple wrapper open with his teeth, then rolls the clear plastic from the tip to the base, and, rubbing his length, walks with a coy grin at the big eyes that stare at his cock.

"Are you scared Koo?" He takes the lube, smears himself with the gel, and taps Jungkook's ass when he receives no response. "Hm?"

"I don't know... but you can give it to me.”

V walks to stand behind him. He pulls his head by his hair so he’s able to look at himself keenly in the mirror. 

Jungkook stares at himself, his swollen nipples and flushed skin, tied wrists that cause his knuckles to whiten, erect member pressed between the vanity table and his abdomen. Jungkook takes everything in excess, and this simply brings on more desires. Especially with V behind him, stroking his cock and lathering it until it’s wet and glistening. He leads his cock between Jungkook’s ass, rubs the tip on his entrance momentarily, and leisurely digs it into his tightness.

A pretty hiss leaves those cherry-coloured lips.

"Look at yourself," V whispers into his ear, eyes flitting up to see the image of one virgin boy taken by an expert. "So ready to be fucked like a good bitch. My little bitch." He pauses then smiles. “My little baby bun.”

He pushes in again, and Jungkook winces at the pulling pain in his lower abdomen but stays still. He’s not willing to back down. Not yet. V draws himself completely out, and when he enters again, adds another two inches on his way to fit inside.

"Two more minutes and you'll be fine."

"Ah... y– you're so b– big ..."

V, for a second, slightly panics, not expecting him to say that, and further, not expecting to have been so affected by it. But the escort regains himself and chuckles. "Do you like it, Bun?"

Jungkook stays in place, breathing harshly through his mouth. With every slow forward thrust, he flinches a little bit and subconsciously clenches and unclenches his walls to accommodate his thick girth. He's definitely bigger than the toy, stretching Jungkook's tight pink hole further—exactly how they both want.

And after a minimal battle of push and pull, V sinks in all the way, and his pelvis nuzzles his mounds, nestled warmly. Jungkook feels him all the way inside, and moans at the curly hairs that graze against and tickle his skin when V ruts his hips. 

"Fuck..." V curses in a low groan, losing himself to the feeling for a moment. Being inside Jungkook feels good. Too good. "Be honest Koo; does it hurt?" 

Jungkook shakes his head weakly. "Not anymore... you can go harder now..." he gives a small whine when V moves back and cants his hips. "Ah fuck... like that please..."

It goes straight to V's cock, the tiny moan of a flowered boy quick finding enjoyment in being fucked hard. He thrusts in smoothly, ego definitely boosted with the fact that Jungkook moans like this because of him, and starts to fuck him faster, warm skin slapping against warm skin, separate sweat rubbing and mingling into each body of the other. 

"You're so tight baby, such a good boy,” V vulgarly comments, digging his nails into his pale hips and ensuring that he leaves dark bruises in the process. He groans when he watches his cock sliding into a sweet and round ass, perfect view of how it disappears when he thrusts in, reappears when he pops back out, dark cock wet and slick. “You look so gorgeous taking my cock Koo, perfect on my dick."

"Y– mmm... you can g–go– ahhh..." Jungkook is ripped word for word as V doesn't give in with the fierce way he fucks, hellbent on completing all tasks and fulfilling all his desires. "V, go faster..." he finally manages, falling forward onto the vanity and whimpering out loud. "F– fuck me... oh fuck... harder– fuckmeharderplease ..."

He slams in, hears the little voice that moans out his name. V groans, wishing he could bury his inhibitions in this body the same way he buries his cock in its tight ass, and ask for Jungkook to moan his real name. 

He wants for that sweet tongue to mouth the syllables of his name, hear it breathily, and likewise, hear it high-pitched. His mind is spiralling as be draws back, slides till just his tip is inside, before clenching onto dark, dampened hair, and yanking Jungkook’s head back. V twists his head, forcing Jungkook to crane his neck, and mashes his mouth hard on the younger’s to find an answer in the swollen lips he kisses viciously. Then, he pounds back in, catching the scream right into his mouth, slipping tastefully on his tongue.

"Moan for me, Bun," he growls, raising his hips and smirking when Jungkook tiredly breathes a weak yes once his head is shoved forward again. "As hard as you can." 

“Will…”

Fingers still curled in his roots to keep Jungkook in place, V glances up at a scrunched up face that continues to mewl. Flushed, coated in perspiration and tears, features scrunched, reaching his ultimate breaking point; he looks as broken as V had imagined he would, a willing victim of this dirty game they play. 

Although, V wonders how through it all, Jungkook still looks as beautiful as ever. 

The escort is infected with an unknown sense of tenderness and affection, cleanly forgetting Jungkook's request for him to be rough, and asks gently once again, "Please Koo, does all of this hurt you?"

Jungkook is too focused on not losing consciousness to even bother to this question; it passes emptily in his canals and brushes over like lost wind in his head. 

V pushes in deeper, and Jungkook arches so far that he feels a crack in his spine. If it weren't for the belt, his hands would be flailing in the air with how his body is being used like a fucking cock vessel. V allows his cock to plunge into his hole, showing no mercy in the little doll that doesn't even know how to orient it's moans anymore. 

The escort searches again for his face in the mirror, trembles at his open mouth, before frowning at the tears heavily steaming down his face. He slows down, trying to see if this will help in any sense, but all that does is cause his little whimpers to drown out the flip flopping sound of their bodies.

"Don't cry, Jungkookie," he attempts to say sweetly, but it comes out close to a growl when he starts fucking him again, balls slapping against his ass. "Moan instead. Tell me how you feel."

Jungkook clenches his hands as he tries really hard to navigate every thing he feels. Toes squeezing when another thrust bruises his intimate muscles, he peaks with a high chorus of moans, and wanting to hear them till he sees the boy climax, V doubles his efforts.

He unhands his hips, cock halfway in as he gives Jungkook time to breathe, before curling his long fingers around his throat and drawing him back to master him into another strenuous arch. Then he pushes forward, once, twice, until the need for patience is preposterous and he begins to ruin Jungkook with harsher thrusts again. Jungkook rattles against the vanity, losing autonomy, and V fucks him like the doll he most definitely is.

"V..." Jungkook croaks out, and V relaxes at the velvety beckoning of his name. 

Already massively spent, with the silky residue of his cum leaking from his cock and pooling on the varnished surface of the vanity, Jungkook weakly pries his eyes open to look at V through dazed, half-lidded eyes. Neither of them were even aware that he’d come, so lost in the pleasure, and all Jungkook has to owe is his cock drooling sticky white on the wooden surface.

His vision is blurred both by his squint and the tears—and purely due to the stars he sees in response to the talent of this man and the mind-blowing skill of his cock. Although he sees V swaying back and forth in the haze of the atmosphere, dust lines of the glass making him almost bleak, Jungkook is certain that there is a tender look on his features that oscillates in the obscurity. 

"Berries… "

At the word, V doesn’t even hesitate to stop his movements, and looks at the boy with puckered brows. Jungkook wipes the sweat off his forehead and tears from his eyes with his knuckles, looking in lieu at the man.

"I want us to go a bit softer..." 

V smiles. Knew it.

"A few more, Bun," he streaks, snapping back with an unhinged thrust. "Come in front me now, and I will treat you like a prince."

Jungkook prays for his release—one because it was painful having had to hold it in for so long and barely able to do it satisfyingly and two, his desires to be treated as how V promises drives him to explode all over the vanity. When V touches his cock, one simple stroke of his palm around it, and Jungkook’s balls tighten.

“Touch yourself for me, Bun.”

Thankfully, V unstraps the belt from his wrists, and Jungkook hisses when the hard leather dragging against his skin burns and leaves an agonising sting. He ignores it, and immediately works to pump himself to ecstasy. V doesn't draw back, doesn't move, cock twitching in his ass as Jungkook fucks himself. 

At last, thick, white liquid spurts as it leaves behind residual droplets on the mirror and wood beneath it. Following his intermittent groaning, V compliments him for doing so well, tracing his back with gentle fingers and nipping him with little kisses. 

"So good for me," he licks the shell of his ear. "Look how much you came."

"It's too much..." he sobs, thighs trembling from his collapsing orgasm. "I messed, I'm sorry..."

V smiles at Jungkook whose head stays bowed as he attempts to lessen the cum he spills. He cups his chin, lightly tugs his head upward, and dives headfirst into such pretty eyes that gloss over with tears. His eyes, as big as ever, make V wonder whether this is the face that he should encounter in every single moment he has sex. This pretty face, so gorgeous and innocent even in the wildness of the ride the owner experiences. 

He presses his lips on Jungkook's cheek, whispers onto his skin, "You should be proud of yourself, Koo," he leads his kisses on his jaw, waiting out the remainder of his orgasm. "So pretty for me, so much cum, all for me, even in your first time." Wanting to caress for comfort, V guides his hands along his abdomen, and presses his body into himself. "You did good, Bun."

They stay like that for a while, with Jungkook regaining strength, and V drinking in absolutely all of him. The air fills with heavy breaths, mostly waving with the quiet whimpers Jungkook still gives out. V kisses the side of his neck, and allows his hands to drift still. Tiredly, Jungkook clutches onto his wrists, and rests the back of his head on his shoulder, hot breaths coating the escort's ear. 

"How do you feel, Jungkookie?" He asks, pulling out. Jungkook tenses and whines, but V opts to still come out all the way.

Jungkook, feeling a strange warmth in his chest at the name, realises that he doesn’t even feel vulnerable or exposed with the fact that he's just lost his virginity. He feels safe with V, really good, as though this is what was meant to happen to him; as though the escort had come to him in some crazy dream and made him feel something so special that he could carry on in his heart forever. 

It's really weird, because he doesn’t know this man's name, but why does he feel as though everything in his life is complete and figured out with him? But it’s just a combination of thoughts accumulated from an orgasmic high, with his brain a muddled mess, and his logic gone astray in his mind.

He wearily looks down, seeing how V is already looking at him. "I want us to go again..." He looks extremely fragile, expecting to break at any moment. V holds him closer, and gives his cheek another kiss. Flushed skin deepening it's shaded red blush, Jungkook whispers, "So that maybe you can feel good too..."

V gently turns him around, holds his face in his hands, and places a soft kiss on his lips. Not fast-paced, just swollen lips moving tenderly against each other as they have both been softened to the experience. Light tugs and pulls, cherishing each other even though they must consider how odd their circumstances are. 

But to the two it doesn't seem to matter, because tonight feels like a hidden chest was unlocked between them, and they don't have any intention of closing it for the time being. 

"Softer?" He asks onto his lips, warm breaths intermingled and flowing like oxygen.

Jungkook nods. "Mm-hm."

He carries the delicate boy to the bed, wrapping his burning body around his and careful not to drop him. V sets him down, kissing him still, and pulls away to remove the rest of his clothes. Jungkook still has the ripped fishnet stockings on, but there is no time to even think about them when V straddles to kiss him again.

He just can't get enough of those perfect plump lips that taste like cherries. He sits down on the edge, grabbing hold of Jungkook. Jungkook sighs and shrugs, but takes note of when V nudges him forward so that he can lift himself onto his lap, then close his legs around his hips to position himself like that. Jungkook squeezes him in his thighs, and throws his head back when their cocks run into each other. 

He curls his fingers into V's hair. "Do you feel good?" 

Apprehension fills the younger even as he’s falling in and out of consciousness from time to time. He pulls back and stares into brown, focused eyes. V has his eyebrow raised, confusion and amusement dually displayed, and Jungkook blushes furiously. 

He dives down to fit his face in his neck, and bites and licks him with hickeys. Jungkook knows that he can’t give his best as he has never done this before, but he doesn’t want to be useless and actually hopes to give something back to the man who continues to set his body alight and throw him in all pleasure-binding positions. 

"Is this also nice for you?" He whispers quietly against his skin, shyly staying in place as to avoid the escort's gaze. "We can stop if you want..."

V closes his eyes… he really separates himself, and searches in his brain for the meaning of all of this, because none of it makes sense. 

He's supposed to be fucking this kid, not making love to him. 

Everything about Jungkook is soft and tender and sweet and, dare he say it, loving. 

He’s way too innocent to be finding himself in the back of a club losing his virginity to a goddamn escort. And that reason is what fills V up with a weird sense of pride, that expands and swells in his chest, travels down, all to explode in his stomach in a pocket full of that stupid metaphor people speak of when they mention butterflies. 

For fucks sakes... he yells at himself, curving his arms around the smaller body. What is your problem, Jungkookie?

"Bun," he whispers. "Relax."

V gives his shoulder a kiss, and taps his ass so that Jungkook can lift his hips. Complying, Jungkook raises himself slightly into the air, giving enough space for V to fit his cock at the tip. Although fearful, he’s ready to slide down, but suddenly freezes. 

He pushes back, and stares at him with wide eyes. "You didn't put anymore lube..."

V doesn't say anything, and for the life of him, really wants to tell the kid that it's not that serious, the pain goes away even though it hurts more without lubricant. But for Jungkook, he wants to lessen all discomfort even though he isn't doing himself any favours with that.

"Won't it hurt?"

Above this one, Jungkook's previous question keeps on coming back to V.

If he really wants to know the truth, Jungkook doesn’t have to do much, and instantly V’s painfully hard; his moans, his doe eyes, his pleasurable tightness. V seemingly does all the work, but Jungkook only has to whimper his little V... and the escort gets sent off to cloud nine. He knows he's going to come tonight—hard and unhinged —something he hasn't done in a while with his clients. 

But Jungkook and his virgin self is really prolonging the moment when all V wants is for him to sit on his cock, throw his head back as he ineptly rides him, and whine out his cute, little moans that have every intention to drive the escort insane.

Internally, he groans, but when he sees how his lips pucker into a little pout, V literally melts and his heart jumps right up to his throat.  

"You're already pretty loose. I was just inside you."

Jungkook's pout deepens. "V."

V rolls his eyes. "Guess I can loosen you up more with my fingers, then," He says. "When people fuck, they don't always need lube. You watch porn, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but…” Jungkook grumbles. “you know.”

V smiles, and shrugs. “Lube’s the best option, but we've got alternatives." V brings his fingers to Jungkook's mouth, watching how his lips part and widen with no instruction, and leisurely slides his fingers down his tongue. "Like spit, that's nature's lubricant."

Under hooded eyes, he watches Jungkook suck his fingers, cock twitching at the sight when he imagines the same mouth wrapped around him, soft head of black hair bobbing up and down as Jungkook takes his cock to the back of his throat. He allows the fingers passage to his pallet, not choking or holding back, and V groans out fuck when his sick mind thinks about his gag reflex; how it’s non-existent. 

Saliva drips to the corners of his mouth, cheeks flushed and hollowed as he keeps sucking, and V regards him as this lewd image just begging to be ripped apart, tearing him completely at the seams.

He shakes his head with a chuckle, admiring his Bun’s newfound confidence. "Like I said," his jaw twitches when a warm mouth proudly coats his fingers, big eyes visualising just how much the owner loves doing this. "Unpredictable."

Jungkook releases the fingers with pop, and right after lifts his hips so V can guide them to the back. He secretly commends himself, noticing how V's eyes had darkened due to the way he sucked his fingers off, and smiles upon harking back to the avid blow-jobs he gives his boyfriend; how they've paid off well. He wonders whether he can suck V off, but pushes this thought to the back of his mind for what’s happening right now.

"This won't hurt."

"It's okay, just put them in." Jungkook wriggles his ass, having sincerely grown accustomed to being filled up and needing to return back to the fullness he'd experienced on the vanity. "And then you can fuck me again. However you want.”

V groans at his words, because he has no right to be this brave already, sounding so sexy with all the crass things he says despite the safe word that has already been uttered. He presses, then massages his rim, before dipping his middle finger immediately to the second knuckle, given how stretched Jungkook already actually is. Fingering him for a little over a minute, they both share the same thought and decide that it’s enough preparation; that V needs to be inside him right now before either one of them lose their minds.

Rough hands band around a tiny waist, and once he receives a little nod, the escort pushes in. Jungkook's hole swallows him up immediately, no barriers keeping him out, and V bites hard onto his lip, almost drawing blood, because this is even better than the first time. 

His nerves are shot, and the sensitivity fires up his cock, hating that only a third of himself is inside, yet he already has the urge to explode. He stops to give Jungkook some time, but Jungkook’s heady and actually drops down until he’s all the way sheathed with V's cock. He jerks a little, moves his hips back and forth, and they both revel in the feeling with deep groans. 

"Fuck ... s– so full..."

He squeezes him in his walls, the escort groans. "Keep doing that Koo, just like that."

"Kiss me..." he pants, mind spiralling when V shifts and starts to move. "On my lips..."

A smirk curves up V’s lips, ignoring him openly by tracking his mouth down the centre of his chest. "Do you like when I touch you there?" His words vibrate on Jungkook's skin when he swirls his tongue around his nipples, pulling the metal studs with his teeth. Jungkook moans incoherently, arching into his mouth. "How about here?" He thrusts in sharply, curving his arms tighter around his back. "Mm, you like that, don't you Bun?"

"Yes..." he breathes out, throwing his head back and burying his hands into his hair, coiling his soft curls around his fingers. "V, I think you can go a little faster..." he says in confidence. "But please talk to me softly.”

Jungkook, eager to move, shirks his body to get more of the feeling, needing that big cock deeper inside him. He thinks he's going to come already, there is no way he won't. V bucks his hips upward, feeling a little twitch that spreads to the base of his cock when he considers that he’s on the verge of climaxing. He doesn’t hold it back, sensing Jungkook's own, and grunts, pulling Jungkook's hips to meet his thrusts. 

They dance in the simultaneous rhythm together, and to his ears V retains the music of Jungkook's high-pitched moans, tucking them behind his ears so he can replay them forever. Nails scratching his upper back, Jungkook leverages himself on V's body and slams back down, back arched and thighs clenching. V grabs his ass, forces him down to fuck him faster, deeper...

"Oh, fuck... I'm coming..." 

Jungkook throws his head back again, exposing his neck so that V drags his full tongue up his throat. V grabs the little bun’s cock, unable to control himself as he’s intent on making Jungkook know what it truly means to feel good, and jerks him off while fucking him still. Jungkook's mouth falls open, and though the tugs on his cock are slow and spaced, his vision blanks and splits into a starry setting, bright dots spreading, and he rides V as best he can, so ready to let loose all over him, painting him white.

"Me too,” comes a gravelly voice.

Into his heat, he thrusts relentlessly, going without pause until the slippery residue bursts and spills onto his abdomen and chest. Jungkook shakes above him, hole clenching around his cock as he gives out the rest of his orgasm. He slumps into his body, breathing down his back, and V expresses a private set of guttural groans when his own orgasm hits him hard, cock pulsing as he spreads his load into his tightness. 

Although he's got a condom on, he can practically feel Jungkook through the thin plastic, and imagines how it would be like to have him full contact, skin on skin. Because right now, he's experienced the best orgasm he ever has in his entire fucking life. And Jungkook, whimpering quietly in his ear while all of him burns, doesn’t lessen the feeling.

V continues to plague himself, dying to know. Must be a dream... 

There’s this all-consuming need in V to do more with Jungkook, even though he’s clearly aware of how tired and broken the kid is. 

Just a little bit more... 

There isn’t much left to be done, with his counterpart beaten to the bone, given how he’s already released too. But V just wants one more thing to take away with him at the end of this evening—something that he will hold close; close enough, even to his heart, so that he’s filled with that odd sense of pride and that weird, welcomed warmth whenever he thinks about it. 

Because deep down, he knows Jungkook feels it too.

He tugs the trembling Bunny boy back softly by his hair, and sighs when a red, sweaty face presents itself, water running down his flushed cheeks, eyes narrowed as he tries not to lose himself to the plight of sexual pleasure. 

V isn’t even sure if he’s still breathing, with how faint the breaths leave his mouth, and presses his mouth onto his lips, sipping dangerously in the cup of a very sweet and special boy. 

"Come one more time for me Koo," he coaxes, pressing into his lower back. V tightens around his hips and drops him once on his cock before stopping. "I know you've got it in you." V still shoots, almost limp, but he won’t stop until he’s blessed with the sight of Jungkook coming again, right onto his tongue. He whines, squeezed like a lemon as he believes he has given every bit of himself. "Ssh baby, do it for me." 

He’s so intoxicated by V's kisses, Jungkook cannot breathe, and what he's just asked of him chokes him up more and he pries his lips away, screwing his eyes shut so he doesn't look into the escort's eyes. 

Because surely their intention is only to pull him in so that he can never get away. Jungkook rocks back and forth, and from the cock that spreads cum along the line of his walls as V spurts his seed in loads, he hangs tight around his shoulders, drops once more, then feels the knot in his stomach and clings his nails to his skin when the feeling draws nearer. 

"Jungkookie, look at me," And so he does, and Jungkook chokes on the sweet tender gaze that those brown eyes behold. "You're so beautiful."

Jungkook sighs, eyes fluttering closed. Body aching, he clinches his thighs and adds pressure to his knees. Good friction supplants itself when his cock rubs into V's stomach, and from the acuity of all sensations, and overstimulation, he finally gives in and comes on him for the second time in a row. It’s a little weak, cock sputtering a cloudy fluid, but Jungkook gives it everything.

V bites into puffy and reddened lips, licks his mouth, and drowns his groans in a wet kiss. Jungkook squeezes the escort between his legs, and shakes from the third orgasm that pierces his whole body, tearing him into twice the minute-sized pieces of his earlier one. 

V pulls away first, landing kisses on his collarbones. "God..." he breathes, tuned up high from the frequency of his own orgasm. "You feel so amazing.”

"That was perfect..." Jungkook mumbles, tears of appreciation filling in the corners of his eyes. He presses his forehead against his and closes his eyes. "Thank you..."

V hums and holds Jungkook’s hot body against his, arms hugging him closely. You're perfect. 

—♦️—

V doesn’t know how long they stay like that. 

It's such a fleeting thing having Jungkook in his arms, with the younger's own loosely hanging over his shoulders, autonomy lost as he weakly tries to grip onto him as tightly as he can. And his thighs, warm and wet pressing V's hips between them with every breathy whine he passes between his lips as V rubs his hands up and down the his back, training extra attention to the small dip just above his ass; where he's the most sensitive. The scent of sex, come, lube, and cherry flavoured perfume coats V's senses, and he has every intention to inhale it in his nose, like a weird sensory memory that he's going to cherish when they leave. Because Jungkook is a dream, and if he doesn't retain at least one thing from this night, it'll be as though he never existed; as though this didn't happen.

Every so often, he trails kisses on Jungkook's neck, on the slope of his shoulder, and Jungkook's face clings to V's skin as his keeps his head down, tears and other fluids not a bother to either of them. When he's not whining, V makes out his breathing, how light and faint it is, so very unheard. But it's there; V knows it because he can feel Jungkook breathing, chest rising and falling with leisure pulses as he tries to lower bring himself back to whatever space he's floating in.

It feels unbearably good, the position they're in, and it becomes so easy for V to forget the detachment that should come with doing this job.

Deciding he needs a smoke to remove himself from the odd sentimentality of the situation with the young boy, V pulls himself out, quietly shushing him when he breathes out another delicate whine, flowers and beads twinkled on his voice with how fragile he is, and lays Jungkook on the bed. Big, glossy eyes blink back up at him as he presses Jungkook's thighs together for a moment, hovering above his red-flushed body. V smiles, weak and not meant to mean much, before dipping down and landing a peck on his kiss-swollen lips. Jungkook hadn't anticipated it, so he doesn't react save for a small gasp. His lashes flutter when he adjusts to the ceiling light after V slides off the bed and leaves him there, giving him free will to still revel in what it’s like to lose his virginity. 

He goes to the bathroom, smoking by the open window so he doesn’t fog up the place; he doesn’t know Jungkook’s standing on cigarettes, and he has no intention to bother him with them, especially right now, when he's fucked out of his mind and not really able to navigate his emotions clearly. At least for the next ten minutes, he'd rather the temporary subspace cloud Jungkook's mind that grey smoke and the unattainable dreams of an escort.

Powering through one, V finishes his cigarette in an instant, layering the outside street with wisps of smoke because he also doesn't want to trigger the detector. Though, he's pretty certain the one in here has been dead for ages, so it wouldn't really matter. He presses the end of the cigarette on the edge of the tub, and discards it in the trashcan next to the toilet. He itches for another, but before he can smoke a second, he first heads back to the room.

Jungkook looks angelic laying there, coloured under the warm lighting flickering down on him. 

V chuckles—he couldn't remember his first time even if he wanted to, given how long ago it was. He knows, though, that he has always regretted it. But tonight with Jungkook brings some sort of closure, because he was able to give the boy what he never received, and take him to a place where the moments experienced are ones he will treasure forever. 

Hopefully treasure.

Whether it meant anything to him, V does not know.

He wants to know, but is well aware he shouldn't.

He thinks about everything as he cleans himself up, deciding whether this session should be considered as different from his others. He looks over his shoulder, takes in the divine beauty of one gently flowered, and smiles to himself as he looks back. He wishes they could have met each other under different circumstances, because forgetting Jungkook after tonight will be tougher than anticipated.

V draws a heavy sigh and tries to think about something neutral, like he usually does after he’s fucked someone. But then, hands on his hips and his head hanging, he looks over his shoulder at Jungkook again.

Looking at Jungkook makes him solemn, almost sad; he’s everything that the escort has never had, and everything he won’t ever have no matter how much he seems to covet it.

Human connection.

"Hey kid,” he calls out.

Jungkook glances over, sweat still dripping from the roots of his hair and making the dark locks cling to his forehead. He smiles, finding him endearing even though he's just been fucked so impudently. His eyes are wide like saucers, clear skin still flushing as he attempts to sail himself back to a dry ground where his post-orgasmic euphoria has decreased. 

"Yes?" He says airily, and the escort curses himself for growing hard at the sound of his voice. 

V knows he hadn't attempted to sound so sexy, but everything about Jungkook right now exudes sex. And him being naked on the bed with his legs spread wide enough to give V another view doesn't make restraint any easier; all he can think about is bending him over and devouring him again in newer positions that his body will strain itself to bend to. 

This time going raw.

He looks away, and discards the condom in the trash can. "You don't have to pay me." 

"What?" Jungkook asks confused. "Money's not an issue. I've got everything–"

"This was more sex than a job." He rounds the closet, and wears his briefs, before sliding into his jeans. "I haven't felt this good in a while, so you don't have to pay me because the pleasure was mutual."

He looks up from his zipper, drawing further up to stare at the boy who is now propped onto his elbows. He ignores his nudity, and looks him in his face instead—V has never seen a face quite like this, and he doesn't understand his luck for fucking someone so beautiful and pure. 

Discomforted by the stare, Jungkook falls back down and looks up at the ceiling. He watches the fan spin round and round, and quietly asks, "How come you don't tell anybody your name?"

V chuckles. "Do you want to know my name, Koo?"

"You don't have to tell it to me..." he turns onto his stomach, kicking his legs in the air, and rests his chin in the palm of his right hand. Jungkook pulls a small smile, making the escort's heart skip a beat, before saying, "I just think names are important parts of people that make you who you are."

"Why should it matter whether my name is exclusive?"

The bunny boy gives a grin, enough to have the escort wonder why the hell he couldn't see that smile everyday, everywhere, for no reason at all—straightly, for being the reason it appears in the first place. He likes Jungkook, he's a good kid. Just one evening, and he finds himself needing another moment with him. 

Kinder, softer, emotional. 

"Because names have meaning, and like I said," he explains, tilting his head to the side to see deep into V's soul. "They make you who you are, they're a part of you, and I guess because of this, you find yourself closer to another person, I don't know." He sighs. "Just names are an identifier and they–

"And they make you who you are," he says for him, laughing at his need for reiteration. "You've said it enough, don't worry."

"So you going to keep the hiatus," Jungkook opens his doe eyes wide at the guy, bottom lip rolling onto his top teeth to purr, "V?"

He stretches the letter, exaggerating it and letting it tug from his teeth and roll off his lips longer than necessary, accentuating the consonant. V cannot help himself—he's smiling because he's awfully charmed by this kid. 

Damn, there's just something about him. 

Make me who I am then, Jungkookie.

"Taehyung," he says after a moment, grinning later as he swells with pride again. Only this time, the oddity behind it has disappeared completely. "That's my name."