Beach Night {NSFW}

The stars scattered across the night sky like diamonds, shimmering above the endless stretch of ocean. A gentle breeze carried the scent of salt and freedom, while the waves rolled in quietly, as if respecting the intimacy of the moment.

Jungkook was barefoot on the cool sand, his white shirt fluttering in the wind, half-unbuttoned and damp from the sea. His laughter echoed faintly, breathless and teasing as he turned back to look at his husband.

"You keep staring like you're about to devour me, Mr. Kim," Jungkook grinned, brushing his wet hair back.

Taehyung, still in his black linen shirt rolled at the sleeves, stepped closer. The moonlight turned his sharp jaw and deep gaze into something otherworldly.

"That’s because I am," Taehyung growled lowly, cornering Jungkook between two weathered pieces of driftwood and the sea. "You’re asking for it, teasing me all day in that soaked shirt, acting innocent."

Jungkook's grin only widened as he tilted his head. "Me? Innocent? You were the one giving orders in the hotel room with that voice."

Taehyung leaned in, his breath fanning against Jungkook’s throat. "You're mine tonight. Here. Right now."

Jungkook’s body trembled, not from cold, but from anticipation. "You won’t even wait until we get back?"

"No," Taehyung said, voice deep and steady. "Get on your knees."

Jungkook obeyed, sinking to the sand with a smirk. The texture was cool and gritty beneath him. Taehyung’s hand slipped into his hair, firm but gentle, guiding his head up. Their eyes locked.

"Color?"

"Green," Jungkook whispered. "Always green for you."

That was all Taehyung needed. He leaned down, claiming Jungkook’s mouth with a kiss that tasted like sea air and desire. It started soft, teasing, but deepened quickly—needy, hungry.

Taehyung tugged Jungkook back to his feet, their bodies pressed close. His fingers danced down Jungkook’s spine before pulling the shirt off him completely, letting it fall forgotten on the sand. Jungkook gasped when the ocean breeze kissed his bare skin.

Taehyung licked down his neck slowly, nipping at the collarbone. "You like this? The risk of being seen?"

"You like showing me off," Jungkook panted.

"Damn right I do. Now turn around. Hands on the driftwood."

Jungkook obeyed, gripping the curved wood as Taehyung stepped behind him. Taehyung's fingers pulled at the waistband of Jungkook’s linen pants, dragging them down in one smooth motion. He kissed along the small of Jungkook’s back, slow and reverent, then down to the curve of his ass.

Jungkook gasped, moaning into the open air as Taehyung licked a stripe upward and bit lightly, marking him.

"You're such a tease," Taehyung muttered.

"You love it," Jungkook said breathlessly.

Taehyung chuckled darkly. From his pocket, he pulled a soft silk ribbon—the one Jungkook had used earlier in the hotel to tie his hair.

"Hold still," Taehyung said.

He wrapped it carefully around Jungkook’s wrists and tied them to the driftwood—not tight, just enough to restrict. Jungkook's breath hitched as he tested the knot.

"You're unbelievable," Jungkook moaned.

"And you’re gorgeous like this."

Taehyung undressed completely behind him, letting the ocean breeze ghost over their bare skin. He pressed his body flush against Jungkook’s, one hand roaming his chest, the other sliding between his thighs.

Jungkook was already hard.

"Look at you," Taehyung whispered, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "All this from being tied up and touched in the moonlight."

Jungkook's hips pushed back instinctively, his body desperate. "Please, Tae. Please."

Taehyung stroked him slowly, letting the tension build. He reached into the small bag they’d brought to the beach—Taehyung always prepared—and pulled out a small bottle of lube.

"You're so perfect like this," he said while prepping him with expert, teasing fingers. Jungkook whimpered, struggling slightly against the soft binds.

When Taehyung finally entered him, slow and deliberate, Jungkook cried out—his voice lost in the sound of the waves.

"So tight, so good," Taehyung groaned.

He set a rhythm that was rough but controlled, hips slapping against Jungkook’s as he leaned over and whispered filth into his ear.

"You love being taken like this. Tied up, filled up, knowing you can’t do anything but take it."

Jungkook nodded, tears of pleasure pricking his eyes.

"Say it. Say who owns you."

"You," Jungkook moaned. "My husband. Only you."

Taehyung gripped his hip tighter and thrust deeper. Jungkook sobbed out his pleasure, unable to hold back.

Taehyung reached around and stroked him in time with each thrust. It was overwhelming—the restraints, the ocean air, the sound of Taehyung’s breath against his neck, the sand beneath his knees.

When Jungkook came, he screamed Taehyung’s name into the night sky, shattering under his touch.

Taehyung followed seconds later, buried deep, holding Jungkook as his body trembled.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, breathing together, Taehyung’s arms wrapped around him from behind.

Then gently, carefully, Taehyung untied him and turned him around, cradling his flushed face.

"Okay?"

Jungkook smiled lazily. "More than okay."

Taehyung leaned down and kissed him again, slow and full of love.

They lay back on the sand, tangled together, staring at the stars.

Jungkook sighed. "We should come to the beach more often."

Taehyung smirked. "Next time, I’m bringing a mirror."

Jungkook groaned and laughed all at once, punching his shoulder playfully. "You're insatiable."

"Only for you. Always for you."