Taehyung's hands were travelling from his neck to his chest, eyes carrying an insatiable desire for touch, and skin craving the heat of friction, Taehyung was drunk by the influence of the drink, compounded by Jungkook's intoxicating youth. It took a moment for the elder male to grasp what was unfolding before his dazed eyes, struggling to find a way to halt it, as Taehyung exuded attractiveness from every conceivable angle. The pair of pants in the elder's hand fell down on the floor, crossing over which he walked towards his couch. Taehyung already stretched his needy arms when the other male stopped in his tracks to look down at him, gaze intensified with burning emotions to see Taehyung's desperate eyes on him. Eyelids heavy and a shade of pink tinting his cheeks and nose. He was so high on him.

"Tae… you're drunk." Jungkook whispered, carefully sitting on the edge of the couch and looking down at him, hands securely on either side of his body. Taehyung didn't react to his words but let his stretched arms curl around Jungkook's shoulders, willing to pull him closer.

"I've been drunk for so long, you just observed now." Taehyung whispered, allowing his hand to weave into the artist's hair, untangling the bun and letting black silk strands cascade onto his face. His eyes roamed over all the manly features of the artist, utterly captivated by Jungkook's allure. Jungkook was completely aware of what he was talking about. He hadn't been oblivious to those days when Taehyung would secretly gaze at him, checking him out continuously. The attraction had been mutual from the very beginning.

The brunet fisted the hem of the artist's white tank top, the other hand running on his tattooed arm. Jungkook just smiled while looking down at him, a smile full of fondness.

"Please…" Taehyung tucked the edges of his tank top, wanting it off his body and Jungkook helped him get it out with other hand. A heavy breath left Taehyung's parted lips when he saw that body, hovering right above him and the skin gleamed so golden and felt so warm against his fingertips. His hand travelled down to Jungkook's neck, tracing them on his collarbones to down on his chest and there was something with the way his finger brushed against that one sensitive bud of the artist, tingling all of his inner nerves to drive his mind crazy. Jungkook was still maintaining some space to look down what he was served underneath him while Taehyung toyed with his body, fingers running on the strong toned abdomen, right were sat those abs. Jungkook's body features were as firm and prominent as the gypsum torso model displayed on one of his corner stools. They were as perfect as his own masterpieces but lacked the rigidity of the gypsum. Although the structure resembled that model which Taehyung had once touched, the texture of Jungkook's skin was way better, being soft and smooth.

"You're perfect." Those words fell subtly, Taehyung had no intentions behind it because he was already drunk on him. It was like his loudest thought being vocalised. With every moment passing by it got hard for the artist to maintain the distance. He let his body weight fall on his one hand as he touched Taehyung's face with another, gazing down at him. Palm against his cheek, he played with his petal soft lips with his thumb, letting the brunet melt into it.

"You give perfectionists a hard time and make them question their skills. This is how you're described in terms of perfection, Tae, yet you think I'm perfect?" Jungkook whispered, leaning closer to look into those hazel eyes.

"Because you really are… only if you could see yourself through my eyes."

Taehyung's hazel eyes looked even prettier when shone for the need of touch, Jungkook's own face reflected through his eyes which he could clearly see as he admired him and the artist was head over heels, spell bound by him impeccably. Feeling bold, the brunette brought his hand down Jungkook's abs to his waist belt of the jeans. Jungkook pressed his thumb against Taehyung's parted lips even more, letting it touch his teeth and the warm tip of tongue. Taehyung was giving him a hard time. Jungkook took a deep breath, his strings of patience breaking with that lick against his thumb and he couldn't control. Hovering over Taehyung's frame, he brought their bodies together. Taehyung spread his legs wider, eager to entwine them around the artist's waist. Jungkook got a hold of one of his thighs, bringing his face closer to Taehyung's as he kept leaning, letting most of his weight fall against his tattooed arm deeper in the couch rather than on the brunet. Taehyung let his arms encircle around Jungkook's neck, letting him capture his lips he was wanting to taste all this while. Their bodies were against each other, subtle movements causing some mere fiction, enough to raise the spark of fire. The soft kiss changed into something heated up real soon. Jungkook didn't want to wait anymore. Taehyung's touch was calling for him and he was there to make all his desires come true. Jungkook's big hands were stroking the skin of his thigh, squeezing it from time to time as he kissed, deeper and passionately. Letting their tongues and lips move in sync. Jungkook, mindful of not imposing too much weight on Taehyung, refrained from pressing himself closer to avoid any strain on Taehyung's breath. Even in a state of mild consciousness, Taehyung keenly observed this considerate act. The artist's thoughtfulness gradually melted Taehyung's heart, deepening the emotional resonance between them. After breaking the kiss, he let Taehyung take a deep breath, letting his head fall on the side for Jungkook's lips to travel on the free skin of his neck. It felt so surreal, the intimacy built between them was so raw and beautiful. Only they could do this to each other. Feeling Jungkook's lips on his neck had Taehyung feeling so many emotions, things he had never discovered before was happening real. In surrendering himself to vulnerability, he felt a profound trust, knowing that in Jungkook's hands, there was no one better than him. Jungkook planted soft kisses on his neck with mere sucks so he won't stain his skin with his marks, not until the brunet in his full conscious mind asks him for it. Not being able to control himself, Taehyung let unholy noises pass through his lips, tightening his legs around Jungkook's waist and arms around his neck, letting his hand fist those raven strands as his entire body contracted in the urge to be handled. Jungkook lifted himself a little, hands going to unbutton the few more buttons of Taehyung's shirt who was letting himself be handled under his spell. The shirt soon fell on the floor, leaving him skin to skin with the artist who wanted the few barriers to get off their bodies soon. He sat back up to look down, letting the long legs of Taehyung lose their grip off his waist and Jungkook could see, he could witness that body he pictured in his mind whilst painting right below him, seeming just as beautiful. Taehyung was better than he imagined. His masculine physique bore subtle feminine traits, with carefully sculpted curves, defined collarbones, and a delicate belly. The tender, erect buds hinted at a longing for gentle touch, adding a layer of sensuality to his form. Jungkook let his hand freely run on his body until he held that tiny waist, lifting him slightly to let the brunet's back curve and he lowered himself to let his lips trail kisses on the chest, the tender yet full of heat against Taehyung's skin who let his mouth fell open, eyes shut close in pure bliss. Jungkook's lips descended upon one of his sensitive buds, the tip of his tongue delicately swirling around it. As Taehyung's legs began to move, Jungkook allowed him to feel every subtle motion. Another finger pressed against the second one, unleashing an intense wave of ecstasy coursing through the brunet's body.

Taehyung fisted Jungkook's hair for life, not being able to control the burning feeling inside of him as if it would explode if the artist wouldn't touch him right. But Jungkook was there to do him all correctly. And the amount of kisses only doubled on Taehyung's skin, from his belly to down on his waistband. In the haze of sensation, all Taehyung knew was the journey of Jungkook's lips descending further, accompanied by hands skillfully removing the last piece of cloth. He laid exposed, a canvas laid bare, presented solely for his artist—only for him. The pride had the artist's chest widened who didn't want to leave any part of his golden skin unkissed. Sucking the spots between his thighs, he caused the brunet to whimper. It was feeling foreign and beautiful. Unexpectedly, the brunet found himself allowing his manhood to be tasted and kissed, surrendering to the playful touch of the other's large hands. It became tough, so tough to not create unholy sounds and he didn't care much before being a moaning mess all this while when the artist took him on a ride of cloud nine. Turning his head around in an attempt to help his feelings cool down, the brunet tried his best to stay still until the artist helped him reach his high, retracting back when the brunet couldn't hold any longer and a heavy groan fell off his mouth. Jungkook sat up on his knees, wiping his lips with the back of his hand as he gazed at the brunet with his hawk eyes, sitting between his legs, finding the hazel eyes opening up to look at him, literally begging him to take this to a new level. And this was when Jungkook unbuttoned his own jeans, letting it fall down his thighs and then with his last piece of cloth, letting all of it off his skin in an instant. The artist had to step back on the floor to do so, and that's when Taehyung rose to sit, confusing Jungkook, who suddenly felt him leaning towards him. The elder was not expecting Taehyung to glance up at him with his drunk, lazy, needy eyes, staring at him as if pleading for life and asking for permission. The permission to taste him. Jungkook's breath hitched, hands extending to weave through Taehyung’s brown hair with both admiration and need. He gently fisted, lifting his head up again until he bent himself to steal a kiss from Taehyung's swollen red lips before standing up and giving a tap on his cheek. Taehyung took it as a sign, extending his hands to get a hold of what was being displayed for him and only him. It took him a moment to bring his actions into work, starting by holding and then looking up at Jungkook's anticipating gaze until he let himself lean a little and parted his lips to welcome him in. Jungkook found a way into his hair, playing with them to ease himself as his body was suddenly stimulated up and down. It was too difficult not to make noise or throw his head back. His expressions tensed, feeling Taehyung's mouth almost as if being taken away by magic. It was a scene so beautiful that when Jungkook let his gaze down again, he hadn't felt this way before. Taehyung was taking him out of the world. The artist couldn't help but gently fist those brown locks as his body contracted to the feeling. Within a few minutes, he already felt like bursting, but he needed to stop for a long run.

"B-baby… stop," the artist commanded, and the brunet let go, inhaling the air he couldn't take in well due to what he just did plus the effects of alcohol almost caused him to faint. As Jungkook let go of his hair, the brunet fell back to the couch, his chest heaving up and down. His tired eyes closed, which Jungkook could see very well.

"Baby, look at me," and in a moment, Taehyung opened his eyes just to find Jungkook climbing up on the couch again above him, and he knew what was coming.

"Tell me that you're fine," the artist whispered as he let his body be above Taehyung's, who welcomed Jungkook between his arms and legs again, caressing his cheek with his hand as he looked at his face.

"Finer than I could ever be." Taehyung's words had Jungkook's heart fluttering. He's a beautiful disaster. And with a gentle kiss on his lips again, Jungkook wanted to give him a sign that the best was about to come. He sat back up, widening those legs and getting the access he needed, while Taehyung just looked up, anticipating what was coming. The brunet was hesitant to accept that growth in him but he couldn't step back, not when those long fingers of the artist fell into his mouth. Jungkook let their bodies pressed together again as he let Taehyung's tongue coat his fingers while he kissed his jaws and neck. When he was satisfied enough, he let his fingers come out of his mouth just to only go down. The brunet widened his legs more eagerly and the black haired placed his one leg over his shoulder for better access. His long fingers gradually filled him up until he was transformed into a moaning mess. The feeling was so hard to describe. The brunet had read those novels of romance which had given him a sense of this experience but when he got to experience it himself, it felt unexplainable, out of the world. This continued until the artist could feel him being widened enough so he wouldn't get hurt in the process of what was about to come. Sweet nothings continued falling into the brunet's ear by the artist to make him aware that he would take good care of him no matter what. And it was the time for them to be completed as one, fixing into each other like a puzzle. Pushing himself in, the artist let a heavy breath fall off his lips. Taehyung's mouth fell open, gasping after the acceptance of the artist inside of him.

"Are you alright?" The artist asked worriedly, not wanting to move ahead until he got those nods of assurance. There was no going back.

In response to the subtle cue from the other male, Jungkook initiated his movements inside him. Taehyung's head fell back, and his bottom lip was mercilessly bitten by his own teeth, caught in the intensity of the moment. Jungkook wanted to distract him with kisses so he continued kissing his face, jaws and neck, giving him double the pleasure. This continued until he turned the brunet to get more access to make him feel that bundle of nerves being highly stimulated with every hit and with this their moans filled the living space of the artist. Their youths were blooming together like those flowers outside. Their skins against each other and feelings on their peak, they continued making love and claiming each other in ecstasy. Experiencing the peak of pleasure together and not believing what they just experienced. It all felt surreal but it was true. The cute brunet was completely claimed by the artist, both mentally and physically.