Fire Between Us

The night was soaked in rain.

Outside the window, thunder rolled low across the city sky like a beast stirring from slumber. But inside the penthouse suite on the 59th floor, it was far from cold. The warmth didn’t come from the fire burning in the marble hearth — it came from the bodies tangled in the silk sheets.

Taehyung whimpered.

His wrists were pinned gently above his head, long elegant fingers wrapped around them — firm, possessive, careful. V’s voice was low in his ear, hot with restraint.

“Stay still, baby,” V murmured, brushing the tip of his nose along Taehyung’s jaw. “Let us take care of you.”

“Hyung…” Taehyung whispered, thighs trembling, chest rising in shallow breaths. His soft lashes fluttered as his flushed skin glistened in the golden firelight. His body was already sensitive, shivering with need, yet he made no move to escape.

Because he loved this.

He loved being held like this. Worshipped.

Between his spread legs, Jungkook knelt like a starved man, mouth painting sin across his skin. His tattoos flexed with every grip, his dark eyes locked onto Taehyung’s as he kissed a slow, maddening path lower. The youngest was always the boldest when it came to pleasure — soft lips dragging, teeth teasing, tongue flicking until Taehyung arched off the bed with a broken moan.

“You like it when I taste you here, hm?” Jungkook's voice was deep, ragged with hunger.

Taehyung nodded shakily, already drowning. “Koo… please…”

But there was no mercy tonight.

Not from either of them.

V held Taehyung’s wrists tighter, leaning down to kiss his parted lips with a quiet possessiveness, swallowing his cries and breath in one go. His free hand drifted down — fingers trailing down Taehyung’s ribs, lower, lower — and when he reached the boy’s waist, he gripped him harder, guiding him into Jungkook’s mouth.

“You're so sweet, baby,” V rasped into the kiss. “Do you hear the sounds you make? You're ours. Only ours.”

Taehyung gasped as Jungkook sucked deeper, groaning like he couldn’t get enough. The wet, obscene sounds echoed in the heated room.

His husbands always ruined him together.

They didn't just take him — they adored him.

Worshipped him like he was something sacred.

V kissed his forehead and brushed hair from his damp skin while whispering, “You’ve been working so hard in college, angel. This is your reward.”

Jungkook pulled back for a second, lips wet, eyes hazy. “You always smell so good after class. Drives me insane.” He chuckled low. “Your books still on the kitchen table, baby. You gonna do your assignments after we’re done destroying you?”

Taehyung moaned helplessly, cheeks flaming. “Don’t say it like that...”

“Oh, but you love it,” V said coldly, eyes dark. “You clench so tight every time we talk like this. Naughty little thing.”

That teasing earned a sharp cry from Taehyung’s lips as V pressed his palm between his thighs and rubbed firmly — his whole body jolting from the pleasure. Jungkook leaned in again, licking the sensitive skin like candy.

“You’re so perfect,” Jungkook groaned. “I could spend hours here.”

“And you will,” V said, voice sharp, possessive. “He’s not going anywhere tonight.”

There was a flicker of silver-blue light around V’s fingers — the kind that only appeared when he was holding back his true strength. V wasn’t human — not fully. Neither was Jungkook. Their powers pulsed through the bond they shared, heating the room more than the fireplace ever could.

Taehyung whimpered as V let go of his wrists to lift his legs higher. Jungkook shifted, preparing them both, and V leaned down to whisper against Taehyung’s trembling lips, “We’re going to make you cry with pleasure, my love.”

And then they both slid inside him — slowly, carefully, together.

Taehyung’s gasp broke into a sob of ecstasy.

“F-fuck…” Jungkook groaned, hand gripping Taehyung’s thigh. “Every damn time… you feel like heaven.”

V held Taehyung’s hand, locking eyes with him, refusing to move until Taehyung gave a shaky nod. “You take us so well, baby. Always so good for us.”

And then they began to move.

Together — slow, sensual, devastating.

Taehyung writhed between them, breathless, overwhelmed, the heat coiling tighter with every thrust, every kiss, every whispered praise.

V held his face, kissing him through the tears, through the shaking moans. “You’re mine. You’re ours. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” Taehyung sobbed. “Always, only yours.”

Jungkook growled low, pressing deeper. “That’s right. Let the whole fucking city know who you belong to.”

And when Taehyung finally shattered, crying out both their names, they followed — V biting into his shoulder as Jungkook kissed the inside of his thigh. Their magic surged through the room, lights flickering, mirrors fogging, the storm outside roaring like it felt their bliss.

Later, hours later, Taehyung lay between them — boneless, drowsy, glowing with love.

Jungkook wrapped an arm around his waist, kissing his cheek softly. “You okay, baby?”

Taehyung nodded with a sleepy smile. “Mmm… best night ever.”

V pulled the blanket higher over his body, fingers trailing gently down his spine. “Rest. We’ll carry you to class tomorrow.”

“You’re both so mean sometimes…” Taehyung murmured.

“And you love it,” Jungkook chuckled.

“I do.”

V kissed the top of his head, voice low and soft now. “Sleep, angel. We’ll be right here. Always.”

And in that quiet, sacred moment — tangled in warmth and love — their world felt whole.

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