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Nausea crashed over him as he closed his hotel door. He panicked. For a split second, he panicked big time.
Oh God, oh God, what had he done?
His breathing came short.
His heartbeat went erratic.
He thought of the two of them, alone, lips crashing against one another. Namjoon’s hand worked its way beneath his husband’s dress. Taehyung’s back arched, his mouth hung open in a silent cry that Jungkook knew so well. His skin tingled as his imagination went wild. His cock stiffened. He was so turned on. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t ask for this.
His hands shook as he splashed cold water on his face; this time to clear the fever of sexual confusion. His phone buzzed once.
A text.
He went to it as fast as he could.
LOML: To answer your question from earlier, yes
His stomach tightened. His breathing came in short, uneven pants, and he swore that he felt bile rise. He remembered the question he asked— Do you want to fuck him?
And then, his mind went further, seeing things that could be, but shouldn’t be: Namjoon and Taehyung crossing the room, mouths together, plucking at their clothes, tearing them open.
He shut his eyes, but the visions played out, more vivid than ever. Almost like a movie. Naked and on all fours, Taehyung arched his back as Namjoon entered him from behind. His skin shimmered with sweat mixed with the gloss of his skin. His coral lips parted as he cried out.
‘ Oh yes. Fuck me!’
Sweat beaded on his forehead. He couldn’t shake the image. It tore at him like a wild beast desperately trying to escape his chest. The not knowing turned into a searing pain in his chest.
He grabbed his phone. Enough was enough.
Me: game’s over. You win.
Despite hitting send, he felt antsy. He paced. He turned the TV on without even checking to see what was on. He checked his phone again and again. The minutes crept by.
Why wasn’t he responding?
Was he too late?
His phone buzzed. He suddenly didn’t want to check it. He wished his heart would slow down long enough to let him catch his breath. He turned the phone over in his hand.
LOML: too late. Wish you had told me that before you left...
Jungkook felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He swooned, stumbling to the bathroom. He’d pushed things too far.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
He’d pushed his beautiful mate into the arms of another alpha.
Dazed, sitting hard on the toilet, the images returned. Taehyung on his back, legs spread, and welcoming. Jungkook looked to the shower, only to be met with a vision of his husband’s wet body pinned against the shower wall, ankles locked around Namjoon’s back.
He felt sick to his stomach, yet somehow, inexplicably, his brain was fiery with lust. He hated himself for feeling that way, but could no longer deny it. He knew that fantasies were best left as fantasies, but this night still felt abstract—still a fantasy—and for the moment, his imagination cruised on that.
He stood up suddenly. Too suddenly. His head rushed with stars. He fought his way across the room to the door. He was determined to do... something...
Get Namjoon’s room number—somehow.
Break down his door—in some way.
He wasn’t going to let this stupid fantasy ruin eight years of his marriage.
And just as he reached the door, it opened inward. Jolted, he froze. Taehyung was there, hip cocked to one side, head inclined, mischievous golden eyes cutting up at his husband. His breathing was heavy. His half smile said it all: busted.
Jungkook swallowed as the omega swept across the room, grabbing his head in his sweaty palms and pulling his lips to his inviting ones. Fireworks exploded behind Jungkook’s eyelids as his husband’s tongue slipped into his mouth.
They stumbled backwards until they hit the bed. Jungkook fell back. Taehyung followed, his body crawling over his husband. His fingers went for Jungkook’s belt, and before Jungkook’s mind could catch up, he was pants-less, reclining against the hotel-made mountain of pillows.
“Hey there, stranger.” Taehyung’s greeting took the alpha back to the start of the night, when things were innocent, and lines hadn’t been crossed. Taehyung rolled his tight body along his cock, the silk of his stockings teasing Jungkook’s thighs. His short dress rode up, revealing his lacy garter belt and his creamy upper thighs.
Jungkook felt the bump of his hard cock through the thin material of his damp panties. Jungkook could feel the heat through them. “God, I need to be inside you.”
He reached between his legs, tearing the stockings and pulling his thong to the side. Together, they guided Jungkook’s hardened cock into his already damp and silky depths.
Taehyung ground on top of Jungkook as their mouths came together, their embrace raw and unchecked. Jungkook adjusted his grip on Taehyung’s panties so that he could stroke his cock and fondle his balls into submission. With his other hand, He clawed at Taehyung’s dress, baring his chest.
Taehyung tugged at his shirt. Jungkook helped, desperate to feel skin on skin—to feel his small pink nipples scuff his bare chest. His skin was sticky with excitement and hot to the touch.
Taehyung bit on his lip as his hips rose and fell with greater and greater ardor.
“I can’t fcuking believe you left me alone.” Taehyung tore his mouth from Jungkook. His brow was pinched, but there was a smile in his eyes. “I should be so fcuking mad—”
His complaint dissolved into a moan as Jungkook dipped his head and ran his tongue along Taehyung’s neck. It tasted salty with excitement and quivered as Taehyung released a moan. He rode the alpha harder, thighs crushing his hips.
Was he thinking of Namjoon?
“So why aren’t you pissed?” Jungkook didn’t recognize the hoarse voice as his own, even as it left his lips. He gripped Taehyung’s hips, his fingers clawing into the plush cheeks of his ass. “Was it because part of you wanted to stay?”
“Ggukie...” There was a warning in his voice, but Jungkook ignored it.
“Did you really want to fuck him? Or was that all part of the game?”
Taehyung planted his hands on Jungkook’s shoulders and pushed himself up. His hips rolled faster, stroking the full length of him with his sopping goodness.
Jungkook glanced up. Taehyung’s eyes were shut hard, his blonde hair spilling around his face as he hunched Jungkook’s shoulders, braced his arms on Jungkook’s torso, and fucked him hard.
The lamplight of the room gave his skin a centerfold’s sensuality, turning his skin to warm satin. His body shivered with each thrust. This was the omega Jungkook fell in love with and married, and yet not at all. He ground his teeth.
“Answer me, Tae. Did you really want to fuck him?” A caustic thought seeped into his brain, and suddenly, he couldn’t think of anything else. “Are you thinking of him now? Are you fucking him now?”
“Ngl!” Taehyung cried, his body twisting with the non-answer.
It inflamed Jungkook. He rolled them until he was above and Taehyung below, his knees up and his legs splayed around him. He wasn’t looking at Jungkook. He’d turned his head to the side and kept his eyes shut tight.
Jungkook drove into him, feeling the animal in him wrestle for control. He wanted to punish his husband, but... but something else. Something that set his heart aflutter. He wanted to be his Namjoon, to fuck him like a husband could not. To fuck him like the omega he imagined Taehyung to be, down in the bar with another man’s drink in hand.
“I knew you wanted me,” Jungkook grunted into his ear. A leg climbed up his back, pulling him tighter with each thrust. “From the moment I saw you at the bar, I knew you wanted to fuck me, baby.” Jungkook tried to sound like Namjoon with the slight accent in his voice.
His lust billowed with Taehyung’s cries.
“Say it, slut. Tell me how good it is to fuck me.”
“Fuck me,” Taehyung hissed. “Harder.”
Jungkook was assaulted by the moment: Taehyung’s moans; the squeal of the bed springs; the way his slick ass was invited with each thrust. “Fuck... me, Jungkook...fuck me harder!”
And Jungkook did, nearly losing himself in the process. Taehyung rarely cursed—he rarely even spoke when they made love.
Taehyung wasn’t thinking of Namjoon, but was turned on by the fact that Jungkook sounded like the alpha and Jungkook... a wanton side of him wanted his husband to be as turned on as he was himself.
His arms burned, holding him above Taehyung’s undulating body. He took him in long, high-powered strokes. His entire length pulled out, then rammed all the way in.
His skin hot, his body slick, Jungkook felt the scrape of his nipples and the dig of his heels into his buttocks. Their lips tore at one another until they could kiss no more.
Somehow, Jungkook didn’t join him in the crash and tumble of his orgasm. Even as his body trembled and his hole convulsed around Jungkook’s cock and his moans filled the alpha’s ears...until he could hear nothing more, he managed to find enough control to hold back and watch. Seeing Taehyung in the throes was profound. Thinking that he might be imagining someone else went beyond.
At last, sweaty and sated, Taehyung opened his eyes and found Jungkook over him, cock still buried deep.
“Wow...” was all the omega said at first.
“Yeah,” Jungkook agreed. “Wow.”
Taehyung raised his brows. “You didn’t cum.”
“Not yet.” It was around this point that he realized how worn out he was. They adjusted until they were on their sides. Jungkook collected his slippery body into his arms, spooning him. His cock found his tortured hole again, sliding in with ease.
They made love slowly, a nice respite after the frenzied session still fresh in their minds. It was Taehyung who spoke first. “I can’t believe you left me alone with that bastard.”
Jungkook couldn’t, either. It was idiotic. Yet just thinking about it set his heart racing all over again.
“You know, after you left, he suggested we skip dancing and go back to his room?”
Jungkook’s breath caught. Taehyung ground his hips back into him, feeling his cock swell inside him. He reached around and tweaked his nipples.
“I knew you wouldn’t go.” Jungkook’s voice croaked.
Taehyung didn’t respond for the longest time. The hesitation devastated his tattered emotions.
“But I almost did.” His voice was barely audible, even this close. He was stiff in Jungkook’s arms, bracing for the jealous rage.
It didn’t come.
Not like he was expecting, anyway.
Jungkook felt jealous, sure. His head swam with it, ripe and ready to burst. But it filled another part of him, too, fueling a libido that had been building all evening. From the first text... to the moment he saw his husband sitting on the stool... to the crazy things the guys around him were saying about him...
And now this confession. That he’d even considered going up to another man’s hotel room was a betrayal. So why was his cock suddenly thundering through him again?
Jungkook gnashed his teeth. He had the sudden urge to squeeze the omega against his chest, crushing him and his body and his sex until he remembered that he was his husband.
/His/ lover.
The only man he should always come home to.
Instead, he fucked him with all that pent-up energy. This time, he wasn’t just Jungkook. He was the alpha Taehyung fell in love with. The man who fcuked him for the past nine years. And he was here to remind his husband who he was.
No words were exchanged. None were needed. They shifted until Jungkook was fully behind him, up on his knees with Taehyung’s ass in the air. He yanked on his hips with each drive, their sweaty bodies clapping wetly.
Taehyung buried his face in his pillow and screamed through another orgasm. His ass seized around Jungkook’s still hardened cock, the heated caress of rippling promise. Jungkook couldn’t hold back any longer. He stroked him three more times before getting caught in the dizzy swirl of their mutual climax.
***
The next morning, Jungkook woke up, and everything was sore. His arms, shoulders, neck, throat—even his lower back burned dully as he shifted in bed. Taehyung’s spot was empty, and for a moment, panic seared through him.
Part of the night returned: the game at the bar, Namjoon hitting on his husband, his own abrupt departure.
Had he dreamt the part where Taehyung had come back to him?
Had he spent the night with Namjoon?
The sound of the shower cutting off dispelled his momentary hysteria. Taehyung was here. It wasn’t a dream. But it also dawned on him that last night wasn’t an ordinary one, either.
Things were said in the heat of the moment that couldn’t be unsaid. Taehyung wanted to fuck Namjoon—a part of him, anyway. And a part of Jungkook wanted him to.
Taehyung emerged from the bathroom naked, and for a moment, those confusing thoughts escaped Jungkook. The omega stood with his legs together, hands on his hips. His skin was flush and clean. Beads of water dripped from his hair and made dappled rivulets through his chest and down his flat stomach.
Jungkook watched them slither across his smooth, shaven cock and disappear between his thighs.
His cock stirred.
“Morning,” Taehyung said, smiling. “I didn’t think you’d ever get up.”
Jungkook rolled onto his side and pulled the pillow up around his ears. “I had the craziest dream last night.”
“Oh?” Taehyung crawled up onto the bed with his husband. “It didn’t involve you turning into an animal and ravishing me, did it?” He kissed the tip of Jungkook’s nose.
“It did, actually. There was also this crazy part about you and another guy.”
“Yeah, I think I had the same dream.” Taehyung’s face brightened with his smile. None of the embarrassment or shame Jungkook had to suppress registered in those eyes. But there was something else there.
Concern?
“We’re okay, right? You’re not upset?” Taehyung asked.
“I’m not sure what I am, honestly. But... no, I don’t think I’m upset.” Jungkook was getting hard again, just thinking about it. “How about you? I kind of put you in an awkward position there.”
“Awkward wouldn’t exactly be the word I’d use...” Reaching beneath the sheets, his fingers found Jungkook’s cock erect. Taehyung purred at the discovery. “I’m not going to pretend I understand it, but I knew it would turn you on.”
Jungkook gasped as Taehyung’s fingers formed a ring around his shaft, and he slowly began to jerk him.
“I love that you’re such a tease, and happy that you’re nothing more.” As Jungkook spoke, his voice came dangerously close to cracking.
Taehyung’s eyebrows shot up in mock offence. “I’ll show you nothing more than a tease.” He slipped under the covers.
Jungkook only had a moment before Taehyung’s mouth enveloped him with a loud slurp. The alpha groaned at the wonderful sensation. Wet, silky hair dripping on his thighs. Buttery mouth and firm fingers around his shaft.
Taehyung bobbed his head with purpose. Okay, Jungkook revised, when Taehyung didn’t want to be; he was most definitely not a tease.
His tongue darted and swirled. Jungkook felt his cock head slip into his throat and watched—his eyes droopy with lust—as the sheets bounced above him.
Jungkook pulled them away, freeing his husband to the cool, fresh air. Their eyes met. His brow was sweaty, his cheeks concave as he sucked.
Jungkook shuddered as he came, catching Taehyung by surprise. A stream of cum leaked from the side of his mouth before he could get the alpha under control, swallowing his excitement. Taehyung sucked and licked until Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore, sitting back and wiping the mess from his face.
“Yum.” Taehyung licked his fingers clean. He rolled out of bed again and sauntered over to the suitcase.
Jungkook watched his athletic backside flex and stretch, and Taehyung crouched and pulled out a black thong. Looking over his shoulder, he smirked. “Get dressed, lazy bum. We should talk, and we’re not going to do much of that if we stay here.”
Jungkook laughed. Taehyung was right. He could already feel his cock stirring—and that was just from his husband’s nudity. Taehyung excited him from just existing.
They had breakfast in the hotel restaurant, situated on the opposite side of the lobby, at the bar. Jungkook couldn’t stop looking over there like it was the scene of a crime.
When he made himself look at Taehyung, he saw hesitation behind those amber eyes. Something uncomfortable shifted inside of him.
Taehyung was always the one to approach things head-on, challenging Jungkook whenever he didn’t understand something. But he didn’t understand this, and didn’t start questioning. So Jungkook did.
“Did you really mean that last night? About wanting to fuck Namjoon.” Okay, so thinking that question was different than saying it, and when he said ‘fuck Namjoon,’ he felt his body free fall for a second.
Taehyung blinked, took a sip of his coffee, and nodded. “No, I didn’t mean it, because...” he glanced away before continuing. “You know I love you more than anything…it was just to rile you up…and quite frankly, even that thought came to my mind it would never be like I would have done it either way. It’s just fun to think about, you know?”
Fun to think about fucking another man. Jungkook’s heart went thunk—and yet it was the perfect answer. Taehyung had somehow both reaffirmed his commitment to the alpha and upped his own sex appeal.
But that didn’t mean Jungkook was done questioning him. “Go on.”
“It’s like dreaming of sleeping with a celebrity. It makes a good fantasy, but that’s all it is. If I met Lee Minho last night, I wouldn’t have ended up in his bed.” He paused, then added, “Probably not.”
They both laughed.
“But Namjoon wasn’t some hypothetical. Not a celebrity. He wasn’t Lee Minho. He was just a guy for you to behave badly with.”
“You’re right, he was better looking than Lee Minho. With an accent!” Taehyung winked. He was making Jungkook hard again. “You know what made last night so fun?”
Jungkook had his theories, but wanted to hear Taehyung’s, so he shook his head.
“When we played that game before, it was always you picking me up—which was fun—but no matter how much I tried to imagine you were a stranger, you were still my husband somewhere in there. But last night—”
“You got to flirt with someone who wasn’t me.”
“Right. And because you were right there, it was kind of like I had permission to be naughty. I felt safe chasing the forbidden. And that was so hot.”
Jungkook agreed. “It was.”
Taehyung didn’t get Jungkook’s side of this fantasy—not fully, anyway. He could see it in the way his brows pinched. Not that he was judging. He was just trying to wrap his head around it. The problem was that Jungkook was just wrapping his head around it himself.
“I liked watching you like that. It’s a pretty big boost to the ego to watch all those guys drool over you.”
“So this is about you?” Taehyung challenged him with that smile. “I knew it.”
“No, no. No, at all. Well, maybe that’s part of it, but it’s definitely not all of it. I liked how you responded to them. You were so sexual. And it was amazing to watch and think to myself, ‘That’s mine .’ It was like seeing a side of you that I don’t get to see very often.”
“You don’t think I’m sexy normally?” His pout wasn’t genuine, but Jungkook answered him like it was.
“Don’t worry, Tae. You’re the sexiest guy I could have. But that’s just the thing. Last night, watching you behave like... like someone who wasn’t mine was a huge turn-on.”
“So much so that you had to leave?”
Taehyung had Jungkook there.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. That was my ego getting in the way.”
Again, his brows folded into one another. “But I thought last night boosted your ego.”
“Confusing, isn’t it? That’s how last night felt to me: full of conflicting emotions.”
Taehyung shook his head, not understanding. “I don’t get it.”
“Me either. Part of me wanted to stop the game, drag you upstairs, and fuck you silly. Another part wanted to see how naughty you could be. Guess that part won out.”
Taehyung looked mischievous enough that his cock twitched. “And yet you got the former, too.”
“I was wondering about that. How did you get away?”
“Yeah, that was tricky. After you left, I was a little shocked. At first, I just wanted to run out of there, follow you back to the room. But then I got a little upset. I wanted to teach you a lesson. So, I let Namjoon do his thing. Before I knew it...”
Taehyung trailed off, and Jungkook suddenly realized his husband had been holding something back. Did something actually happen last night, after all?
Jungkook was alone upstairs for nearly half an hour. Plenty of time for something to happen, particularly between two sexed up and seemingly willing parties. As he drowned in the possibilities, even breathing became difficult.
“What happened?”
Taehyung glanced up at Jungkook, his face red, his eyes timid. That was definitely not a look Jungkook was used to seeing on his face. “Are you sure you want to know?”
It was last night all over again. Same confusing wash of emotions. Same acidic jealousy mixed with sweet excitement. Same self-destructive hunger for more.
“Tell me.”
“Promise you won’t get mad?”
Jungkook couldn’t go that far. In fact, a part of him was ready to explode at whatever revelation Taehyung was about to share. But the rest clamored to know, including the tiny portion that hoped he had not gone too far.
His reply was so low and raw that he barely recognized it as his own. “Depends on what happened.”
Taehyung’s flushed hesitation started to fall away, replaced by something brighter. “Then promise me you’ll forgive me.”
Could he do that? What if Taehyung had slept with him? And came to him right after?
Last night, the thought was delivered with a nauseating blow to the gut. This morning was not much better, but the conversation and sobriety had left his head clearer.
Still, the answer was the same: ‘ Depends on what happened.’
“What if I fucked him? Could you forgive me?” His smile was sly. He was messing with Jungkook, but it still left the alpha queasy and questioning.
“But you didn’t.”
Taehyung softened. “No, of course not.”
Jungkook let go of the tension he’d been holding. “I think the idea is hot beyond explanation, but I don’t think I could handle that. At least not last night.”
Taehyung speared a square of French toast and brought it to his mouth. “In that case, good thing all I did was lead him on.” He finished eating the toast.
“Lead him on, how?”
“He wanted to kiss me…so I, being an obedient omega, offered him...”
“Your lips?” Jungkook gasped as Taehyung swatted his shoulder, “No, silly, my cheeks and turned him down.”
Jungkook wasn’t ready to deal with Taehyung fucking another guy, and to know that he turned some alpha down? It boosted his ego much. And the thought was a hot one.
“That’s so hot.”
“Really?” Taehyung looked very pleased with himself. “I flirted with him all night. Seemed like the least I could do was at least allow him a parting chivalrous kiss. You mad?” He batted his lashes.
“Very.” Jungkook couldn’t contain his grin. “I knew I couldn’t trust you.”
Jungkook’s words seemed to pluck the same dizzying note in Taehyung as they did to him. Taehyung shook his head. “Well, what can I do? My mannerism came before your ego.” He spoke more to himself than to Jungkook. “I was trying to think of a way to get out of there. I still couldn’t believe you just left me like that. I didn’t know what you wanted me to do. We’d never talked about... You know... other people. But I also wasn’t lying when I told you that I wanted him. So, it was all confusing.” He’d been looking off a little, but refocused on Jungkook. “The next thing I knew, he was asking me to follow him, and I couldn't do that. So I ended up denying him with a parting kiss.”
There was no embarrassment there anymore. They both knew how hot this was. Jungkook looked down at his plate and realized he was done, despite the half-eaten breakfast burrito.
“Then what happened?” Jungkook went for his glass, only to find it empty. He tipped it back anyway, crushing an ice cube between his teeth.
“Then you texted. And you were right. The game was over. It was a reality check.”
“So, if I hadn’t texted?”
Taehyung shrugged, but the way the ends of his lips curled up had Jungkook groaning. “Do you really want me to answer that? It’s your fault.”
Jungkook shook his head. He didn’t want the answers. Not yet, anyway. The question could be left for another day. Instead, he asked another. “So, how did you get out of there? Wasn’t he offering to take you dancing?”
“He offered to take me up to his room too,” Taehyung corrected with a laugh. “But yeah, like I said, it was tricky. I told him that an emergency had come up. The relative I was visiting was sick. I’m not sure that he bought it, but he didn’t argue.”
“And then you came back?”
“Well, not right away.” Taehyung batted his lashes. “He needed to wrap my head around your betrayal.”
“I’m sorry Tae. That was really rash of me. But you were nice to him, since you backed out of dancing and... other things.”
“Yeah. Dancing would have been fun.”
Jungkook laughed. “I think it would be fun to watch you dance.”
Taehyung’s smile was touched by seriousness next. “Last night was amazing, but I don’t want to lose us. Flirting with danger can be fun. Talking about it. But I’m not willing to risk losing you. No game is worth it, no matter how exciting.”
Jungkook reached across the table. Taehyung’s skin was so soft in his hands. “I couldn’t agree more.”
They left brunch like a couple of starry-eyed teens, holding hands and mooning over each other. Of course, they ran into Namjoon like that.
“Morning... this is a rather odd sight...” Namjoon said, confused.
Jungkook froze, panicking.
Shit.
Totally busted.
“Good morning, Namjoon,” Taehyung said. His voice didn’t waver. “I’d like you to meet my husband, Jungkook. I believe you’ve met.”
Namjoon looked at Jungkook, then at Taehyung, then back at Jungkook.
Jungkook had no idea what was going through his head, but running was about the only thing going through his own.
At last, Namjoon started laughing.
Jungkook found his tongue. “I’m sorry, Namjoon. It just sort of happened. We didn’t mean for the little game to go as far as it did—”
Namjoon stopped him, needing no explanation. “I understand, bro. It’s not every day a guy gets to be part of someone else’s fantasy.” He said this, looking at Taehyung, and a tingle of jealousy rolled down Jungkook’s spine.
Taehyung reached out and touched his arm. “Thank you, Hyung.”
In a flash, Jungkook imagined what they must have looked like last night, in the bar, flirting. The jealousy surged, but so did other things. Taehyung's hold on Jungkook’s hand tightened.
Jungkook remembered to breathe.
“Jungkook, you’re a lucky devil. I don’t suppose I could get a kiss from your husband before we say goodbye, could I?”
Jungkook shook his head, knowing that Namjoon wasn’t being serious. “Maybe some other time.” He was only a tiny bit bitter. It felt good telling Namjoon to shove off, even though he liked the guy.
Namjoon seemed a little surprised that Jungkook knew that much, but nodded. “Fair enough. Last time I’ll ever try picking up a bird as good-looking as you in a bar.” He laughed. “Not really.”
Namjoon went his way; Taehyung and Jungkook went theirs.
Jungkook felt flushed, and judging from Taehyung’s palms, he was feeling it, too. They said nothing on the way up to the room.
They didn’t need to.
They still had a few hours before they flew out...
**~~THE END~~**