VKook

Jungkook yelled and whimpered as his head was pushed down against the mattress, his prostate being continuously abused. He hadn't had sex in a long time, he needed this, craved this.

Suddenly, he was flipped over, being slammed into at a great force. The faceless figure put a hand around Jungkook's throat, god he loved being choked; something about the submission, the trust in the other person and the lack of oxygen making him lightheaded really got him going.

He felt his orgasm fast approaching, he moaned and yelped as the other mans deep voice groaned into his ear. He felt it, his climax was about to rip through him, just one more thrust and he would--

Everything stopped.

Jungkook's eyes shot open, confused and frustrated about the dream that had come back to him again. He blinked to try and capture his current situation.

He had an obvious erection desperate to be touched, one hand gripping the headboard of his bed and the other wrapped around his throat. He groaned, annoyed, removing his hands from their awkward positions as he looked over to see the time. He'd just gathered that it was around 3:00 am but then he saw it. Saw him.

In the next bed was Taehyung, wide awake and wide eyed, clearly shell shocked. It dawned on Jungkook that in his sleep he was probably yelling, writhing around, a hand on his throat. Taehyung probably thought he was having a nightmare that he was being tortured. Curse his animalistic kinks. "Shit Tae, I err-"

Jungkook gasped when his eyes trailed down Taehyung's body, and it came to his attention that Tae had a hand stuck in the depths of his boxers. He seemed to snap back into reality as he quickly removed his hand from his pants, but Jungkook could even see the spots of pre-cum on his hand, reflecting the moonlight beaming through the window.

Wordlessly, Taehyung got up and hesitantly sat next to his dongsaeng on the bed. What his did next reallly took the younger by surprise. Taehyung looked down at the obvious tent in Jungkook's boxers before gripping it through the material, breathing deeply. Jungkook yelped but whined when his hyung began to gently palm him.

"I don't know if you're aware but- you...you were saying my name, Kook." He wore a half smirk, half shy smile. Jungkook didn't have the heart (or self control) to be embarrassed, seeing the obvious boner they Taehyung had too. Had Jungkook really been the reason for that? Was he dreaming of being fucked his own band member and best friend?!

"I- I was?!"

Tae giggled innocently, a complete contrast to his actions and the general situation. "Yeah. It was- err. It was hot." He remarked, embarrassed, before moving to straddle Jungkook, grinding against him. They groaned in unison and Taehyung hesitantly moved his face closer to Jungkook's.

He stared lustfully into his eyes, and seeing the hooded lids and dilated pupils staring right back at him, he felt the confidence to kiss him.

They both got lost in the kiss, whimpering and groaning on each other's lips as both of their clothes were stripped from them.

It had been at least 15 minutes worth of a heated make out/grinding session, both were impatient. "Please hyung, please hyung fuck me, I need you so bad."

Before Taehyung could ask about lube, Jungkook flipped them over and positioned himself so the head of his hyung's cock rested on his pretty lips. "I don't have lube, I don't want prep, but I have you and I want you, that's all there is" were his last words before sinking his head down on Taehyungs dick. The latter moaned loudly, not giving a fuck if he woke up the other members.

"God, you really are q-quite the masochist," he laughed breathily. Jungkook hummed in reply. Taehhjng suddenly found himself unable of holding back and began to thrust into the maknae's mouth, who began to choke and cough.

"Shit, sorry."

"It's fine, I thought it was kinda hot...seeing you lose control n stuff. I've always wanted to see you like that." He smirked, blushing, an air of aegyo to his voice.

"You've thought about this before?"

"I mean clearly I do if I was dreaming about you." They chuckled airily and half heartedly, before Jungkook rose up, only to line himself up and sink back down onto his hyung's member.

He left himself time to adjust to Tae's hefty size, leaving a hickey on the older man's neck to distract himself. He sat back up to look at his handiwork, stroking it softly as he evaluated it.

"Mm Namjoon won't be happy with that babyboy."

Jungkook hummed in response not feeling particularly able to respond properly as the pain of the stretch sent his mind into a whirlwind of lust.

He pushed himself up before letting gravity do the work, slamming back down onto Taehyung's length. His moans got louder as his speed increased and as Taehyung began to thrust right up into his bundle of nerves. He felt his climax fast approaching as Taehyung flipped them over.

"Shit Tae! Oh god! More! Please- ah- more!"

In the back of his mind, Taehyung thought back to watching the boy he desired so strongly jerking off in his sleep and moaning his name. He remembered how aroused he became when Jungkook wrapped a hand round his own throat, noticing the way his volume and breathing rate increased.

That memory pushed to the front of his mind, he wrapped a hand firmly around the younger's neck. Jungkook instantly began screaming, slightly cut off from the pressure.

"Mm you like hyung to choke you, don't you babyboy." Jungkook nodded frantically, his hands fisting the sheets as Taehyung used his other hand to pump Jungkook.

"Fu- ck! Tae!"

"That's right baby, scream hyungs name." Jungkook dragged his nails down the elders back.

"Fuck- oh my god! I fucking love you Taehyung!" Jungkook yelled, uncontrolled as he came all over himself and Tae's hand, still moaning even after his high died down.

He clenched hard around Taehyung, oversensitive, causing the latter to groan as he followed Jungkook in reaching his climax. "God- I- I love you too..." Unlike Jungkook, Taehyung admitted it with full control of what he was saying, he knew how he felt and he knew he felt that way for the longest time; the feeling that tortured him in all his years of knowing Jungkook.

They came down from their highs more or less in silence. There came the sounds of panting, and light whimpers from overstimulation.

Taehyung pulled out finally and flopped down on the bed next to Jungkook, who placed an arm hesitantly around Taehyung's waist, trying to process what just happened, what they'd admitted to one another as their lust and pleasure had clouded and overtaken all rational thoughts.

"Do you really?"

"What?"

"Love me. Do you really love me, Kooks? Did you actually mean it?"

The younger turned to face him, placing a chaste kiss to his lips. "Only if you meant it too." He grinned.

"Of course I did, baby." He answered without hesistation.

Jungkook grinned as he curled up into the elder boy's chest.

"I love you too, Hyung."