Chapter 3

Reflections of Hunger

The LA morning sun was soft through the blinds, painting gold across Taehyung’s bare face. He was still curled against Jeongguk’s chest, breathing slow and even, lips slightly parted in a dream. For a moment, Jeongguk just watched him, chest rising and falling, messy blonde hair spread over the pillow like a halo.

Five hundred days. Five hundred nights. And now he was here—warm, real, breathing against his neck. Jeongguk tightened his arm around him, pressing a kiss into his hair, heart aching with how much he had missed this.

Taehyung stirred at the movement, lashes fluttering open to reveal sleepy blue eyes. “Mm,” he hummed, voice still husky with sleep. “jeongukk-ah… you’re awake too early.”

Jeongguk chuckled, low and rough. “Can’t sleep when you’re wrapped around me like this.”

Taehyung smirked against his collarbone, dragging his leg higher to hook over Jeongguk’s hip. The shift pressed their bodies together—and Jeongguk groaned softly when his hardness brushed against Taehyung’s thigh.

“Oh?” Taehyung blinked at him with faux innocence, then bit his lip. “Were you hard all night, baby?”

“Maybe,” Jeongguk admitted, grinding slowly against him. His voice dropped, deep and teasing. “You move around too much in your sleep. Kept rubbing your ass on me.”

Taehyung giggled, hiding his face in Jeongguk’s neck for a second before looking up again with a mischievous glint. “So you’re blaming me for your dirty thoughts?”

“I’m blaming you for existing,” Jeongguk countered, rolling them suddenly so Taehyung was flat on his back beneath him. His hair fell into his eyes, muscles taut as he pinned Taehyung down, pressing their hips together deliberately.

Taehyung gasped, arching into the pressure, but he didn’t give in so easily. His hand slid lazily down Jeongguk’s chest, nails scratching lightly through the fabric of his tee before tugging it up just enough to reveal skin. “You sound desperate, aegi. Did the military make you that needy?”

Jeongguk’s breath stuttered, his body reacting instantly to the playful degradation. He dipped his head, capturing Taehyung’s mouth in a hungry kiss. Tongues tangled, wet and hot, teeth clashing when Jeongguk bit down on his lower lip.

“You’re talking too much,” Jeongguk growled against his lips.

“Make me shut up then,” Taehyung whispered, eyes half-lidded.

Jeongguk didn’t need more permission. He slid down the bed, kissing down Taehyung’s neck, leaving red marks along the pale skin, savoring the soft gasps that slipped from his lover’s mouth. His hand pushed Taehyung’s shirt up, revealing toned abs, and his lips followed the trail lower, lower—until his mouth hovered dangerously close to the waistband of Taehyung’s sweats.

Taehyung’s hips jerked, a whine escaping his throat. “Aegi…”

Jeongguk glanced up, eyes dark, lips wet. “You missed this, didn’t you? Me between your legs, tasting you until you cry?”

Taehyung’s cheeks flushed pink, his hand flying up to cover his eyes, as if the memory of their video calls was flashing back too vividly. His voice cracked when he admitted, “So much. I wanted you so bad, I thought I’d go insane.”

Jeongguk smirked, tugging at the drawstring of his sweats. “Then let me remind you what you were missing, babba.”

Taehyung’s sweats were halfway down his thighs when Jeongguk paused. His lips hovered just above the hard outline in Taehyung’s boxers, hot breath ghosting over sensitive skin. Taehyung whimpered, trying to buck up for friction—but Jeongguk’s strong hands pressed down on his hips, holding him still.

“Not so fast,” Jeongguk murmured, eyes glinting with something darker than lust. “You’ve been too spoiled, babba. Acting like you can run around Paris, clinging to someone else, and then expect me to just eat you up without a word?”

Taehyung froze, breath hitching. “gukk…”

Jeongguk leaned up, face close to his, voice low and rough. “Bogum.” The name dripped from his tongue like poison. “You think I didn’t see the way you smiled at him? The way you leaned into him, touching his arm like he was—” His jaw clenched, muscles tight with restraint. “Mine. You’re mine. No one else gets to hold you like that.”

Taehyung’s lips parted, caught between guilt and arousal. “It wasn’t like that, aegi. You know you’re the only one.”

“I know,” Jeongguk admitted, his hand sliding around Taehyung’s throat, thumb resting under his jaw—not choking, just firm enough to remind him of control. His pupils were blown wide, his chest heaving. “But I don’t like sharing. Not even a smile. Not even a look. You belong to me.”

Taehyung shivered, the mix of possessiveness and tenderness making his cock twitch against the thin fabric of his boxers. His voice came out breathless, needy. “Then… remind me. Remind me who I belong to.”

Jeongguk growled, the sound animalistic, vibrating through Taehyung’s bones. In one swift motion, he grabbed the belt discarded near the bed from last night and wrapped it around Taehyung’s wrists, binding them together above his head. The leather was snug but not cruel, holding him open, vulnerable.

Taehyung’s breath caught, eyes going wide. “gukk—”

“You trust me, hyungie?” Jeongguk asked, voice softer, even as his hands tightened the knot.

“With everything,” Taehyung whispered.

That was all Jeongguk needed. His lips crashed back onto Taehyung’s, messy and hungry, teeth dragging over swollen lips until Taehyung gasped into his mouth. Their tongues tangled, and Jeongguk swallowed every sound like it was oxygen.

Then he pulled back, smirking at the sight of Taehyung bound and panting beneath him. “Look at you. Tied up, begging without even saying the words. You’re perfect like this. My babba. My needy little brat.”

Taehyung’s hips jerked at the words, whimper spilling out. “Only yours. Always yours.”

“Say it louder.” Jeongguk’s mouth trailed down his chest, sucking harsh marks into his skin, each one darker than the last—proof, possession, punishment.

Taehyung gasped, head thrown back, wrists tugging helplessly against the restraint. “Yours! Only yours, aegi. No one else.”

Jeongguk hummed in satisfaction, tongue flicking over a new mark before biting down gently, making Taehyung cry out. He pulled back just long enough to admire the bruises blooming across Taehyung’s chest and collarbones. “Good boy. I want everyone to see who you belong to. Every mirror, every camera, every person—mine.”

Taehyung’s eyes fluttered shut, the praise mixing with the degradation until he was dizzy with it. “Please…”

“Please what, babba?” Jeongguk teased, fingers tugging Taehyung’s boxers down slowly, deliberately, until his cock sprang free, flushed and leaking.

Taehyung’s voice broke, desperate. “Please touch me. Please… do something, anything, I can’t—”

Jeongguk wrapped his hand around him at last, stroking once, slow and firm, before leaning down to kiss the tip. His tongue flicked out, collecting the precum, and his eyes never left Taehyung’s face. “Mm. Tastes even sweeter than I remember.”

Taehyung moaned, back arching, wrists straining uselessly against the belt. His thighs trembled as Jeongguk’s mouth opened wider, taking him in inch by inch, sucking hard enough to make Taehyung sob his name.

“You’ll remember after this,” Jeongguk murmured around him, voice vibrating. “Who owns this body. Who makes you fall apart.”

Taehyung’s head slammed back against the pillow, tears stinging his eyes as he choked out the only word he could manage. “gukkk—!"

Jeongguk’s lips slid lower, swallowing Taehyung down until his nose brushed against the patch of soft hair at the base of his cock. The wet heat was overwhelming, and Taehyung’s back bowed off the mattress, wrists straining against the leather binding. A broken cry tore from his throat, high and sweet.

“Too much—ah, aegi, too much!” His voice cracked, thighs trembling violently.

But Jeongguk only pulled back halfway, saliva trailing down his chin, and gave him a wicked grin. “You can take it, babba. Don’t hide from me now.”

His mouth descended again, slow and deliberate, lips stretching around Taehyung’s cock. The wet, obscene sound filled the room as Jeongguk sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, tongue pressing flat against the underside.

Taehyung’s vision blurred, eyes brimming with tears as his head shook weakly from side to side. “I can’t—I’m gonna—”

“You’re not cumming until I say so,” Jeongguk growled, pulling off with a pop. His hand pumped Taehyung lazily, keeping him on the edge, cruel and tender all at once. “You wanted Bogum’s attention so bad, hm? Then look at me, babba. Look at the man who actually owns you.”

Taehyung whimpered, dragging his teary gaze down, and the sight broke him completely—Jeongguk’s flushed lips shining with spit, jaw slick, eyes dark and hungry. His belt holding Taehyung’s wrists tight against the headboard, his hand stroking him with deliberate control.

“I-I only want you,” Taehyung sobbed, voice wrecked. “Only you, aegi. No one else.”

Jeongguk’s chest rumbled with a satisfied hum. “That’s right. Mine.”

He shoved Taehyung’s thighs wider, forcing his knees up until they trembled near his chest. Then he dove back in, devouring him with renewed hunger, sucking him down with such force that Taehyung’s toes curled and his stomach clenched.

Every drag of Jeongguk’s tongue was possessive, every gagging sound intentional, every wet slurp designed to drive Taehyung to tears. His throat worked around him, and the vibrations sent shocks of pleasure through Taehyung’s entire body.

“Ahhh—fuck, gukk, I’m gonna lose it—please, let me—” Taehyung’s voice broke completely, tears spilling down his temples. His hips jerked helplessly, but Jeongguk’s grip on his thighs pinned him down.

Jeongguk pulled back just enough to rasp against the head, his spit dripping onto Taehyung’s swollen cock. “You’re not cumming until I’m satisfied, hyung. You’re gonna beg me properly.”

Taehyung’s chest heaved, his voice shattered. “Please—please let me cum, I can’t take it, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you, aegi—”

The desperation in his tone made Jeongguk groan, and he sucked him down again, rougher this time. His cheeks hollowed, throat swallowing greedily as his hand twisted at the base, stroking in rhythm with his mouth.

Taehyung screamed, his bound wrists clawing at air, body shaking violently as the pleasure built past reason. “Please—please, I’ll do anything—fuck, aegi, I’m yours, yours, yours—”

That broke Jeongguk. With one final harsh suck, he let his hand jerk faster, urging Taehyung over the edge.

“Cum for me, babba. Now. Show me who you belong to.”

The command tore Taehyung apart. His body convulsed as he came with a strangled sob, hot ropes spilling onto Jeongguk’s tongue and lips, dripping down his chin. His cry echoed through the room, raw and wrecked, tears streaming as his chest heaved.

Jeongguk didn’t stop right away—he milked him through it, sucking softly, letting Taehyung writhe against the bindings until every last drop was drawn out. Only then did he pull back, licking his lips slowly, eyes locked on Taehyung’s ruined face.

“My perfect hyungie,” he whispered, crawling up to press a filthy, cum-slick kiss to Taehyung’s trembling mouth. “No one else will ever get you like this. You’re mine until you can’t even remember your own name.”

Taehyung sobbed into the kiss, weak and undone, whispering against his lips, “Always yours, aegi. Always.”

Jeongguk didn’t give Taehyung much time to recover. His lips trailed down the side of Taehyung’s throat, sucking harshly until bruises blossomed, until Taehyung whimpered at the sting. He unbuckled the belt binding Taehyung’s wrists, kissing the reddened skin softly as if to soothe the marks—before grabbing those wrists and dragging him toward the floor-length mirror on the other side of the room.

“Up,” Jeongguk ordered, voice rough. “I want you standing.”

Taehyung’s legs trembled as he obeyed, still weak from the orgasm Jeongguk had forced out of him. His cheeks were wet, lips swollen, body flushed pink with sweat. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and flushed deeper, lowering his eyes.

“Look,” Jeongguk snapped, tilting Taehyung’s chin up so his reflection stared back at him. “You’re going to watch how pretty you are for me.”

Taehyung shivered, eyes glassy. “gukkk…”

“Spread your legs.”

He obeyed, thighs quivering as Jeongguk stepped up behind him. Jeongguk’s hands slid over his waist, dragging down his stomach, then gripping his cock that was already twitching back to life. Their gazes locked in the mirror, Jeongguk’s smirk sharp, Taehyung’s lips parted in soft pants.

“You see this?” Jeongguk growled, stroking him slow. “Even after I wrecked you, your body still begs for me. Not Bogum. Me.”

Taehyung let out a high-pitched whimper, pressing his forehead against the glass. “Yours—always yours.”

Jeongguk lined himself up and pushed inside in one hard thrust. The mirror rattled against the wall with the force, and Taehyung cried out, nails scratching against the cold surface as his reflection showed every tear, every twitch of his body.

“Fuck, babba,” Jeongguk groaned, slamming in again, one arm wrapped tight around Taehyung’s chest, holding him up. “So tight, so good. Look at yourself—look at how desperate you are.”

Taehyung’s head fell back against Jeongguk’s shoulder, a choked sob leaving his lips as their eyes met in the reflection. His body rocked with every thrust, cock bouncing helplessly in Jeongguk’s fist.

“You’re mine, babba,” Jeongguk rasped, biting his ear, hips snapping harder. “Say it. Say it while you watch yourself get ruined.”

Tears streaked Taehyung’s flushed face, lips trembling. “I’m yours, aegi—ahh—I’m only yours—fuck, I can’t—”

Jeongguk shifted his angle, thrusting deeper, the sound of skin slapping echoing with each sharp movement. His teeth dragged over Taehyung’s neck, marking him again and again, leaving a constellation of bruises down his pale skin.

“Look at how beautiful you are when you’re falling apart,” Jeongguk groaned, pumping Taehyung’s cock in rhythm with his thrusts. “No one else gets to see this. Only me. Only your aegi.”

Taehyung’s thighs quivered violently, his reflection a perfect picture of debauchery—hair sticking to sweaty cheeks, chest heaving, mouth open in a constant moan, tears glistening under the dim light.

“I—ahhh—I can’t hold it,” Taehyung wailed, pushing back desperately against Jeongguk’s thrusts. “Please—please let me—”

“Cum, babba. Paint the glass. Show me.”

With one more brutal snap of his hips, Jeongguk stroked him fast, and Taehyung broke. His scream echoed off the walls as he came violently, his release splattering hot against the mirror in streaks, dripping down the glass. His body collapsed against it, trembling uncontrollably, forehead pressed to the mess he’d made.

Jeongguk groaned, the sight burning into his memory—Taehyung undone, painting their reflection with his release. It only pushed him over the edge; he drove into him with feral thrusts before spilling deep inside, his own moans muffled against Taehyung’s damp skin.

They stayed like that, panting, pressed against the glass—sweat, tears, cum streaking everywhere—until Jeongguk finally softened his grip, kissing the side of Taehyung’s head.

“Look at you,” he whispered against his ear. “The most beautiful mess I’ve ever seen. My babba.”

Taehyung’s voice was barely a whisper, lips brushing the glass. “Always yours, aegi.”

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