The artist still couldn't get used to Taehyung's boldness, disguised as innocence, even after spending quite some time with him. No matter how many times they went through it, Taehyung never missed a chance to surprise him. In desperation, the artist tried to grasp onto something, but his fist closed on nothing when he felt Taehyung's cold hands on his burning lower. Rainwater splashed outside, and the glass casements were as hazy as their minds. The house had darkened naturally with the arrival of dense clouds and a thunderstorm, yet Taehyung's skin glowed faintly under the subdued light, just like his eyes fixed on Jungkook. The artist gazed into his soul, and Taehyung loved the captivating aura. The brunet's clean one hand held Jungkook's manhood — the throbbing and burning erection against his palm was only exciting him to lead things further until he would press the most sensitive nerve of the artist and would have him taking the control so wildly. From the way he licked his lips in preparation to the way he gently stroked, Jungkook was only counting his breaths in patience. The brunet, unaware of how bold he had become in such a short time, didn't mind as long as it was for his artist. He was willing to do anything for him, and kneeling down was just a small indication of his devotion. The artist's chest heaved in anticipation, eyes squeezing shut as warmth enveloped his throbbing erection. His head tossed back, hands tied together at his nape. Soon, the house echoed not just with the pitter-patter of rain but with something more. With each passing moment, the brunet with his big glowing eyes still gazing up radiated a different energy than what his mouth was causing — a rapture of sins. There was this taste lingering on his tongue every time he swirled it around the other's tip, causing Jungkook to bite his own lip. Jungkook looked down, furrowing his eyebrows as his gaze registered how Taehyung was absorbing the moment, providing him with one of the most satisfying sensations he had ever experienced. Jungkook was shaken by the impact of his mouth, it felt heavenly good on him but watching him on his knees felt even more utopian. Jungkook travelled his hands down to touch Taehyung's cheek, the gentle press of his palm encouraging him to do better and what Jungkook soon felt was his length all inside his warm cavern and damn, his lungs were exaggerated with all those heavy breathing.

"Baby... Stop there." Jungkook commanded as he knew he would reach his high now or then but Taehyung only moved his mouth away to fasten his hand on him. Jungkook gritted his teeth while trying to press his moans as his body contracted to the feeling but he failed to do so and soon with that breathy moan his chest heaved up and down faster until he felt that tightening of knot inside of his guts and the next thing he knew was how Taehyung's face welcomed every drop of him. Jungkook's tensed expressions plus an attempt of catching breathing could show that he was dazed out by the aftermath while Taehyung's eyes were shut and mouth agape as his hands continuously worked while his face was adorned with those white strings. Jungkook couldn't believe how Taehyung had just given him the best time of his life, and it seemed like Taehyung was enjoying it just as much.

"Baby…" The artist struggled to stabilise his body after the intense experience.

And down there Taehyung finally opened up his eyes, holding Jungkook's hand to run on his cheek, messing with his aftermath. Jungkook was unsure of what he could do to him.

The artist lowered himself, gently grabbing the brunet's jaw as he licked his lips, pushing the artist's boundaries. Jungkook joined him on the floor, taking the blanket in his hands. Taehyung kept staring at him as Jungkook helped him clean, allowing the brunet to release the tension in his knees and melt onto the floor. Eventually, Jungkook threw away the cloth and climbed on top of him.

"Do you even know what you're doing to me?" Jungkook asked, hovering over the brunet who laid on the floor with a playful smug on his face.

"I don't. Would you mind telling me?" He wasn't serious, and Jungkook knew it, but the boldness caught the artist off guard.

"Then let me show you." Lowering his head onto the brunet, Jungkook started kissing his neck. Taehyung threw his head back to offer better access, and just as Jungkook took a bite on his skin, lightning struck outside. Taehyung was jolted by the move, much like the impact of the lightning, but for him, the artist was his personal lightning—clearly more impactful.

"You're harmful like a drug. So harmful that I crave you so bad or else I won't function at all." Jungkook whispered into his ear, licking the tip of his earlobe, pecking him before kissing his cheek.

"I'm so addicted to you. Your hangover is what keeps me alive, keeps me breathing that even in the deepest depth of your love I'm surviving." Jungkook whispered and softly planted kisses on both of Taehyung's eyes. Jungkook isn't just a man of words but actions too and Taehyung loved it the most. He pulled out the brunet's shorts and spread his legs wider, letting himself settle inside the piece of puzzle until he fit perfectly. Jungkook's lips trailed down to Taehyung's, kissing him immediately to have a taste of his own along Taehyung. For Taehyung, he didn't mind at all, and soon those kisses continued down to his neck, chest, and sensitive parts. The brunet lost control, throwing his legs and arching his back under the impact of the kisses and bites, leaving a natural trail of marks. Jungkook knew the two sensitive buttons to press — his nipples, teasing and playing with them to elicit moans from Taehyung. And he did exactly the same, licking them and sucking until those buds were erect and red like Taehyung's own manhood below. The brunet let his hands search for Jungkook's long black hair, fisting them for life with his mouth falling open. Jungkook lowered himself on Taehyung, kept kissing him from his abdomen to the inner thighs until he painted them in natural shades of red and pink. He had Taehyung painted in his own way, turning him into one of his creations, a literal masterpiece.

The brunet detached his hands from Jungkook's hair, allowing his body to rise against his elbow as he saw how Jungkook's mouth kissed on his sensitive manhood. Taehyung bit his lips in anticipation, waiting for a move. Suddenly, Jungkook locked his intense gaze onto him, eyes meeting his eyes, almost devouring him with intensity. Of course, Jungkook was going to take good care of him, and Taehyung finally gave in, surrendering on the floor once again when he felt himself in the artist's warm mouth, moaning and breathing for his life. Indeed, it seemed like a fair exchange – he finally knew what he just did to the artist. But poor him, he had less endurance than the artist. One hand and just some swirls of tongue and he was already turning into a mess until Jungkook decided to show some mercy by sparing him a chance to breathe as he resisted himself for a moment. He pressed his body against Taehyung, knowing his weakness was his well-defined abs. As Jungkook pressed against the throbbing erection, Taehyung's heart raced, and with clumsy movements, the brunet squeezed his eyes shut. The artist kept moving himself for a while, kept pacing up until he earned a scream with warmth all over his abdomen. Jungkook smirked at him, unabated, feeling more warmth against his abdomen.

"That's all?" Jungkook asked, observing the brunet struggling to regain proper breath. He was sensitive but far from weak. Jungkook's hand trailed down to his abdomen, and as he brought his fingers to his lips, he licked them, causing Taehyung to nearly lose consciousness. Jungkook looked so hot while doing this. Both were fully aware of the impact they had on each other, and, more importantly, they enjoyed it. They remained in that intimate embrace for a moment until their breathing steadied. Taehyung appeared drained and exaggerated, until Jungkook flipped onto his side, pulling Taehyung on top of him.

"Can you? Or you want me to take the lead?" Jungkook questioned and to that Taehyung answered by sitting on him.

"I always can."

And the next thing the artist saw was the brunet lubricating it and shrinking down on him until his manhood was all trapped in those fleshy walls. Jungkook grabbed his waist, letting Taehyung's hands settle and run on his abs, playing with his own mess that he had just created. The artist assisted him with deliberate, slow movements, guiding him through the motions. The brunet was equally responsible for contributing to their shared progress. Already elevated, both felt a renewed and intensified desire to reach even greater heights.

"You're so beautiful, I fear it will end me." Jungkook whispered, gazing up at the brunet who appeared as a flawless disarray —marked by his bites, shirt slipping off his shoulders, and hair tousled.

"Then I bet we're dying together." Taehyung whispered looking down at the artist with the same intensity. He moved his hips skillfully, prompting Jungkook to gently pull him down, allowing their lips to meet in a fervent, lingering kiss as they chased another euphoric peak together. Like a downpour for the world, they were raining on each other, washing each other’s souls with love and passion. Their haven was on fire with their shared flames, ignited with every spark between them, so intense that even the rain failed to cool their heated bodies. They had completely drowned in each other.