Jungkook never thought he would be having a whole fist into him, at midnight when everyone and everything was silent- well, except for him, of course.

It all started with the two boys coming into the room and Taehyung revealing out how he got a soundproof room for them because he wanted to see if his gun worked or not-

And then, Taehyung disappeared for a whole hour, because he went to bring food for them (and some more pistols) just in case.

Jungkook felt quite disappointed and frustrated.

Heck- Taehyung even needed all the lubricant for his guns, just in case they had some deficiencies- and- and, Jungkook was annoyed by it.

(Because Jungkook wanted Taehyung to use his other gun on him, oof-)

And then they ate dinner all quietly, although Taehyung was more attentive on the laptop, searching some shits about how he could prove the police that Jungkook didn't kill his parents for money.

And honestly, that was stupid. Jungkook's friends found the dead bodies and then called the police- but now they were claiming Jungkook was the criminal here? Bitches selling their humanity for money and whatnot.

They finished their dinner and Taehyung kept focusing on the screen of the laptop, attempting to contact a decent police officer, who would actually help them but instead, Taehyung found Jungkook sitting on the table, near the desk and legs spread wide.

"What?" Taehyung brought his attention to Jungkook, who had a small pout on his lips.

"You're dense as heck," Jungkook said, putting his legs over Taehyung's shoulders and pulled the black-haired boy closer until he wasn't facing his crotch.

"Honestly, your parents got killed and you're still thinking about this?" Taehyung tsked, pulling Jungkook's legs away and started to focus back on the laptop.

They both remained quiet and Taehyung fretted slightly, not liking the idea of how Jungkook simply stilled there, without doing anything or moving even a little.

Taehyung tilted his head and glanced over Jungkook- and chewed the inside of his mouth when he saw how scowled Jungkook seemed.

Taehyung inhaled a deep breath and then exhaled out. "Go and get a bottle of lube." Taehyung ordering, slightly focusing on the screen of the laptop as he typed something with his left hand.

Jungkook shook his head. "No, it's fine. You don't have to do it- sorry for sounding desperate." Jungkook got off the desk and was about to walk away but he felt Taehyung sloping an arm around his waist and made him sat down on Taehyung's lap.

Jungkook's cheeks flushed as he felt Taehyung's breaths into his ear. "Go and get it, or else the cycle will hurt more than it should," Taehyung whispered a little sternly and then licked the back of Jungkook's ear.

"S-sure-" Jungkook stammered, his whole body shivering as he desperately went to the room and searched across for the lube.

He quickly returned back and squeaked when Taehyung made him sat down on lap again and took the bottle of his hand and put it over beside the computer.

"Take your clothes off," Taehyung demanded and Jungkook nodded pathetically, messily removing his jeans and then stripped his shirt and then sat down on Taehyung's lap again but face to face this time.

Jungkook was completely embarrassed at how Taehyung was still fully clothed but he fully naked. Insecurities kicked in.

Jungkook gulped nervously but then felt his mind losing control when he felt Taehyung's lips against his- he felt euphoric.

Jungkook dropped his arms over Taehyung's shoulders before guiding them to the back of Taehyung's head and returned the kiss back, messily.

Taehyung tightly gripped on Jungkook's waist, blocking a small sound within his throat when Jungkook started to move rhythmically over his member.

Jungkook whimpered, squeezing himself around Taehyung harder when Taehyung bit his bottom lip, before pushing his tongue inside Jungkook's warm mouth when Jungkook had parted his lips.

Jungkook's heart was pulsing hard, and so was his cock against Taehyung's stomach when the black-haired boy slid his hands even lower and gripped tightly on Jungkook's soft cheeks, fiddling with them and Jungkook also felt Taehyung's length hardening beneath him.

They both pulled away with the need for oxygen and then looked at each other, cheeks flushed pink and red, and panting heavily.

Jungkook breathed from his mouth when Taehyung grabbed the bottle of lube and coated his fingers with it. A small whine escaped from Jungkook's pretty lips when Taehyung pushed a finger in and then they both grimaced when they heard a noise coming from the laptop.

Taehyung worked on the laptop with his left hand as he kept fucking into the moaning mess that was Jungkook with the fingers of his right hand instead.

And maybe perhaps soon enough, fingers turned into a whole fist-