The next morning, Jungkook woke to the familiar sounds of water cascading from the shower, filling the bathroom with a comforting symphony. His heart skipped a beat as he realized it was coming from the bathroom just across the hall. He rolled out of bed, his body still humming from the night before. The air had the scent of their combined lust, a scent that had become as natural to him as the smell of his father’s cologne.

With a yawn, Jungkook padded over to the bathroom door, his bare feet silent on the cool tiles. The door was ajar, and he could see steam billowing out from the crack. He leaned closer, peering through the gap, and his breath caught in his throat. Taehyung was standing under the hot spray, his body glistening with water droplets. The older man’s muscles rippled as he soaped himself up, moving the washcloth in slow, deliberate strokes across his broad chest and down his abs.

Jungkook’s eyes were drawn to Taehyung’s cock, which was already half-hard and standing at attention. He watched, his own cock responding to the sight, as his father took it in hand and began to stroke it lazily. The sound of the water hitting the shower floor was the only noise in the room, and Jungkook felt his face grow hot with desire. He knew he should look away, that this was a private moment, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from the scene unfolding before him.

Taehyung caught Jungkook’s gaze and smirked, his eyes never leaving his son’s as he began to stroke himself more firmly. Jungkook’s breath hitched in his throat, his cheeks flushing as he realized that Taehyung was putting on a show for him. He felt a thrill of excitement, mixed with a hint of embarrassment, as he took in the sight of his father’s hand moving up and down his cock, the water sluicing over the rigid length.

Without a word, Jungkook pushed the door open wider and stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over his body. Taehyung’s eyes never left Jungkook’s as he continued to stroke himself, his other hand reaching out to pull the boy closer. Jungkook’s heart raced as he stepped under the spray, his own cock now fully hard. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and touched Taehyung’s chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the beat of his heart beneath his fingertips.

Taehyung leaned in, his mouth capturing Jungkook’s in a kiss that was both gentle and demanding. Jungkook’s knees went weak, his body responding to the familiar taste and scent of his father. He melted into the kiss, his hand moving to Taehyung’s cock, taking over the stroking as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Their tongues danced together, exploring and claiming as the water washed away the last remnants of the night’s passion.

Taehyung’s hand left Jungkook’s cock to cradle the back of his head, deepening the kiss as his own climax grew closer. Jungkook’s hand moved faster, eager to bring his father to the brink. He could feel the tension in Taehyung’s body, the way his muscles tightened as he approached release. With a growl, Taehyung pulled away, his eyes burning with lust. “Kneel,” he commanded, his voice low and gruff. Jungkook didn’t hesitate, his legs folding beneath him as he took Taehyung’s cock in his mouth once again.

The water rained down on them, making their skin slick as Jungkook eagerly sucked his father off. The vibrations from the plug in his ass seemed to amplify the sensations, making each stroke of Taehyung’s cock more intense. He could feel his father’s hand in his hair, guiding him, pushing him deeper. Jungkook’s eyes were locked on Taehyung’s, the love and desire in them clear as day.

Taehyung’s breath grew ragged, his hand tightening in Jungkook’s hair as he approached his peak. He watched Jungkook’s cheeks hollow with each suck, the boy’s eyes glazed with lust and submission. “Swallow it all,” he gasped out, his hips bucking. Jungkook nodded, a strand of water running down his nose as he waited, eager for his father’s release.

With a final, deep groan, Taehyung’s orgasm crashed over him. Jungkook felt the warmth of his father’s cum fill his mouth, and he swallowed greedily, never breaking eye contact. Taehyung’s hand on his head grew still, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Jungkook sat back on his heels, a look of satisfaction and love on his face. “Good boy,” Taehyung murmured, his voice thick with pleasure.

They stepped out of the shower, water still dripping from their bodies. Jungkook felt the plug shift inside him with each step, a constant reminder of his father’s claim. Taehyung took Jungkook’s hand and led him to the bedroom, not bothering to dress. They were both still naked, their bodies flushed from their recent passion. Jungkook’s heart raced as he felt the plug inside him, the feeling both strange and incredibly erotic.

The bedroom was dimly lit. Taehyung stopped in front of the full-length mirror and pulled Jungkook to stand in front of it. Jungkook’s eyes widened as he took in his own reflection, his erection standing tall and proud despite the plug. His cheeks flushed as he realized his father was going to touch him in front of the mirror, making their intimate moment even more intense.

Taehyung’s hand snaked around Jungkook’s waist, his fingers wrapping around Jungkook’s cock with a firmness that left no doubt about his intentions. Jungkook’s eyes met his own in the mirror, his pupils blown wide with arousal. He watched as Taehyung began to stroke him, the movement slow and deliberate. The sight of his father’s hand on him, the way his cock bobbed with each touch, was almost too much to handle.

Jungkook’s breath hitched as Taehyung’s other hand reached around to play with his nipples, twisting and pinching in time with the strokes. The sensation was exquisite, and he felt his hips begin to rock back into his father’s touch. The plug inside him was a constant presence, a reminder of the boundaries they had crossed and the new territory they were exploring.

In the mirror, Jungkook watched as Taehyung’s hand moved up and down his shaft, his own hand now slack at his side. The sight was mesmerizing, a reflection of their forbidden love. He could see the lust etched into every line of Taehyung’s face, the way his eyes devoured Jungkook’s body as if he couldn’t get enough. Jungkook felt himself growing even harder, his cock straining against the gentle pressure of the plug.

Taehyung leaned in, his breath warm against Jungkook’s neck as he whispered, “You look so beautiful like this.” Jungkook shivered, the words sending a bolt of pleasure straight to his cock. He reached up to touch his own chest, his hand trembling slightly. Taehyung took over, his calloused thumbs teasing Jungkook’s nipples until they were stiff peaks, the sensation sending a jolt through his body.

“Now, Kookie,” Taehyung murmured, his voice a seductive purr, “I want to hear you talk dirty. Tell me how much you want it.” Jungkook’s cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red, but the desire in his eyes was unmistakable. He took a deep breath and let out a low, guttural moan that surprised even himself. “Fuck, daddy,” he breathed, the words feeling strange and thrilling on his tongue.

Taehyung’s hand moved faster, his grip tightening. Jungkook watched their reflection, his father’s hand moving in a blur as he pumped Jungkook’s cock. The filthy words spilled from Jungkook’s mouth, a symphony of lust that seemed to fill the room. “I want you to fuck me,” he whimpered, his voice breaking with need. “Make me scream your name.”

With a wicked grin, Taehyung stopped stroking and tossed Jungkook onto the bed, his cock slapping against his stomach. Jungkook bounced slightly, his legs automatically spreading in invitation. Taehyung took the opportunity to grab the cock ring they had bought earlier, sliding it down Jungkook’s shaft and tightening it around the base. Jungkook’s eyes went wide as he felt the pressure, the metal cool against his skin. “You’re not allowed to cum,” Taehyung said firmly, his eyes dark with desire. “Not until I say you can.”

Jungkook nodded, his breathing already shallow as he felt the plug being removed from his ass. The sudden emptiness was almost as intense as the fullness had been. But before he had time to adjust, Taehyung was on top of him, his cock nudging against Jungkook’s hole. Jungkook could feel the head of his father’s cock pushing inside him, the slickness from the lube making it easier, but not by much. The pressure was intense, the stretching painful and yet, oh so good.

Taehyung didn’t waste any time. He slammed into Jungkook’s ass, his eyes never leaving Jungkook’s face. Jungkook’s eyes went wide with shock at the sudden intrusion, his back arching off the bed. The cock ring was doing its job, keeping him on the edge of orgasm, but it also amplified every sensation. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure and pain through him, the two intertwining until he couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended.

“Daddy,” Jungkook screamed, his voice hoarse. “More, please. I need more.” Taehyung chuckled, his strokes becoming more forceful, more demanding. He could see the tears welling up in Jungkook’s eyes, but they weren’t from pain. They were from the sheer intensity of the pleasure that washed over him.

Taehyung’s cock was a steel rod, pummeling Jungkook’s prostate without mercy. Jungkook’s nails dug into the bed, his body writhing under the relentless assault. The cock ring kept him on the edge, his orgasm just out of reach, taunting him. Each time he thought he might cum, Taehyung would slow down, only to build him up again with renewed vigor.

“Please, Daddy,” Jungkook screamed, his voice raw with need. “Be rougher, I can take it.” Taehyung’s eyes narrowed, a thrill running through him at the sound of Jungkook’s desperation. He leaned down, his hand wrapping around Jungkook’s throat, his thumb pressing into the soft skin at the base of his neck. “Is that what you want?” he growled, his teeth grazing Jungkook’s ear. “You want Daddy to fuck you like you’re his dirty little slut?”

Jungkook moaned, his hips bucking up to meet Taehyung’s thrusts. “Yes,” he gasped. “I want it all.” The words were barely out of his mouth before Taehyung’s hand tightened, his cock slamming into Jungkook with a newfound ferocity. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back in his head, his moans turning to whimpers as he struggled to breathe.

Taehyung could feel his climax approaching, his balls tightening with each stroke. He reached down and yanked the cock ring off Jungkook’s swollen cock, tossing it aside. Jungkook’s eyes snapped open, his body jolting as the sudden release allowed him to cum. His semen spurted out, painting his own chest and face in thick, ropy strands. The sight was enough to send Taehyung over the edge. He pulled out and painted Jungkook’s cheek with his own hot, sticky cum, his orgasm so intense that his vision blurred.

Jungkook’s body went slack, his muscles releasing their tension as he collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily. His skin was flushed, his heart racing as he looked up at Taehyung with a dazed expression. Taehyung leaned over him, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. He reached out a trembling hand to trace the line of cum that trailed down Jungkook’s cheek, smearing it across his skin. “So beautiful,” he murmured, his voice still thick with lust.

With a gentle kiss, Taehyung rolled onto his side, pulling Jungkook with him so that their bodies were tangled together. Taehyung’s cock, now softening, lay against Jungkook’s thigh, leaving a sticky trail of cum between them. They lay there for a moment, their hearts beating in time with one another’s, their breaths mingling and falling asleep.