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jeongguk has always found lion hybrids to be intense. everything they do seems to be packed with so much power and elegance it’s no wonder they’re at the top of the hierarchy. they are always so beautiful and magnificent and graceful, but they’re also humble and good-- great listeners and natural leaders. 

jeongguk never thought he’d ever make acquaintances with a lion. bunny hybrids like him never do due to their prey status, yet he not only made acquaintances with a lion, he somehow managed to make one of them his boyfriend. how, jeongguk isn’t entirely sure, but he’s not going to complain or ask too many questions. 

taehyung is just as intense as jeongguk imagined a lion hybrid to be. maybe even more than that. and no matter what taehyung does, he never does anything half-heartedly. in the years jeongguk has known him, he’s come to understand that when taehyung does something, feels something, he does so with his entire being. it’s beautiful, honestly, because sincere people are so rare these days. 

one of the things about taehyung is that he’s very passionate. hobbies, work-- he does everything with such passion it sometimes leaves jeongguk completely breathless. he is also fiercely protective of the people he loves and so in touch with his feelings, jeongguk wonders how he’s able to go through his daily schedule without breaking down when faced with sick, and sometimes dying, children. because of course taehyung’s big passion in life was to be a doctor. 

he has come close to a breakdown more than a few times, jeongguk knows. especially when a patient he’s had for a long time passes away and he has to inform their family, their parents, that their child is no longer a part of this world. when something like that happens, jeongguk will hold taehyung tightly as he shakes and cries, asking why the world is so cruel and why innocent children have to die when heartless people continue to live. 

during those times, jeongguk will hold him and kiss the crown of his head until he falls asleep, and then he’ll carry him to bed and wonder how taehyung can exist with his big heart hanging on his sleeve in a world that tries to rip him to shreds.

come morning, taehyung always wakes up fully energized and filled with new hope, his long hair a mess (it often is, but taehyung’s mane is also his pride), but his face radiating. jeongguk wonders how he does it, but he knows he’ll never get an answer to that. he’ll always wonder, but that’s okay. taehyung is a complicated being who holds the universe within his chest and jeongguk can do nothing but look at him with pride, his heart beating with love and admiration. 

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just as with every aspect of his life, taehyung is also intense in bed, though not in the way one might think. 

he isn’t exactly sexually adventurous, but he isn’t tame, either. he’s somewhere in between, but jeongguk would argue that the both of them are very tame and what some might call vanilla. though, he supposes vanilla sex doesn’t involve someone spanking their partner until they’re crying and fucking them with a hand around their throat, so what does he know. all he knows is taehyung says they’re somewhere in between and they’re comfortable. jeongguk has never been one to argue with his boyfriend, so he accepts it. taehyung knows best. 

they don’t do a lot of bondage besides the standard things like wrists tied to the headboard (sometimes legs as well, when they have time and are feeling playful), and they don’t really have many toys they play with, instead choosing to keep it organic, whatever that means (taehyung laughed when jeongguk called their sex organic, once). dominant and submissive undertones are sometimes present in their bedroom, but that isn’t anything intense, either. they’re… tame. that’s it. but they like where they are, they’re satisfied, so it’s all good. 

now, taehyung’s intensity comes in many forms. it comes in the way he looks at jeongguk when he’s being stretched open, his pupils blown and his cheeks flushed, ears flattened to his long, dark hair and almost unnoticeable. it comes in the way he begs jeongguk to please, please fuck him while gripping at jeongguk’s long ears and tugging at his piercings there. in the way his whole body tenses when he finally gets what he wants, his moans turning into beautiful, silent screams as his eyes cross and he’s finally allowed to come. 

but the thing that makes taehyung intense in bed and somewhat of an enigma to jeongguk is his, for lack of better word, talent.

(taehyung slaps jeongguk’s thigh. “don’t call it that. i feel stupid calling it that,” he whines, playing with the edges of the blanket he threw over them, his back to jeongguk’s chest and his ears tickling just underneath jeongguk’s chin. 

jeongguk chuckles, his eyes heavy with fatigue. he can’t feel his fucking toes. “it is a tallent, though. a really fucking hot one.” 

taehyung grumbles and slaps him again, but jeongguk can sense the grin on his face and can definitely see the way his tail is flicking back and forth in delight. it makes jeongguk’s long, chocolate brown ears twitch with happiness.)

the first time jeongguk witnessed taehyung’s talent, he freaked out and almost called an ambulance because fuck, fuck, fuck did i fuck my boyfriend to death?

what happened was taehyung had been moaning, had been screaming, his legs shaking and his eyes open but unseeing. he’d been salivating and panting and arching. he looked absolutely beautiful. 

jeongguk had been fucking him for an hour and a half, alternating between slow, gentle grinding and hard, rough fucking. taehyung’s hole had been loose around his cock but still so fucking good. and taehyung himself had been almost delirious and had lost the ability to speak. his hands were no longer gripping the sheets underneath him because he simply didn’t have the strength to, his whole body slack with pleasure. a pleasure so overwhelming even his tail wasn’t moving like it usually did.

taehyung had already come twice, some half an hour ago and once more about ten minutes ago, and it’d been intense. his thighs shook and his whole body tensed, mouth open in a scream. his ears had been twitching so much jeongguk was torn between finding it adorable and fucking hot. he’d come but jeongguk had kept fucking him because one orgasm was never enough for taehyung. it never satisfied him. god fucking bess bunny hybrids for their insane stamina and god fucking bless jeongguk’s sex drive for being ridiculously big.

jeongguk feels a little guilty, now, when he thinks back to the times he fucked taehyung until they both came, cleaned them up and went to bed. he thinks about how unsatisfied taehyung must have felt (taehyung insists he was fine, really, he enjoyed everything and it felt nice), his cock begging for one more orgasm, two more, three. jeongguk hadn’t known one wasn’t enough, so when taehyung came to him some seven months into their relationship, looking shy and awkward, and asked him if they could try something next time they had sex, jeongguk was confused but he’d agreed. 

later, when they were in front of their tv, taehyung had explained that while others had certain talents for singing or dancing or whatever (and here jeongguk would argue that taehyung possesses those talents as well), his is of a different nature. multi-orgasming. then, he went on to explain that he could come up to seven times within an hour, given the right stimulation. 

jeongguk had been completely fascinated and very aroused and wanted to see it with his own eyes because imagine how breathtaking that would look. taehyung, completely spent and covered in come, glowing with satisfaction, cheeks red and a blissed-out smile. fuck. 

unfortunately, it didn’t turn out the way they were expecting and taehyung almost cried when it was over. he’d forgotten that when everything got too intense and he felt too good, when up was down and right was left, he… did something which had the potential to send his boyfriend into cardiac arrest. 

it’s not taehyung’s fault, really, because later, he tells jeongguk it only happens when he feels really good and when he’s been fucked really well. it doesn’t always happen (happens almost always with jeongguk, though), which is why it had completely slipped his mind and he’d forgotten to tell jeongguk until it was too late. 

jeongguk had curled his fingers around his red, pulsating cock, thumb stroking the slit as his hips slammed into taehyung hard and fast, producing little whimpers and a few beautiful droplets of tears. whimpers turned into whines turned into loud, desperate moans, clear signals taehyung was close to coming again, for the fourth time in less than two hours, so jeongguk sped up. he fucked taehyung harder, rougher, one of his hands tugging at taehyung’s tail while his other one rubbed against his slit because it’s where taehyung is most sensitive.

taehyung had come with a cry, body spasming, and then he’d slumped against the bed, unmoving.

jeongguk’s heart fucking stopped beating. his blood felt like ice in his veins and his ears had stood up on end. he’d called taehyung’s name, pulling out and crawling over to his boyfriend’s side to cradle his head, which just lolled lifelessly to the side, eyes closed and mouth open. if it wasn’t for the rise and fall of his chest, jeongguk would have thought he was dead, which he now can laugh about and find ridiculous because his dick game is good, fantastic even, but it’s not good enough to send someone into an early grave. contrary to popular belief, bunny hybrids aren’t that amazing in bed.

as it turned out, taehyung fainted because jeongguk was fucking him so good, too fucking good. he’d apologized again and again and sure, jeongguk was a bit shaken up because he was terrified he’d killed taehyung and a warning would have been nice, but he let it go almost immediately because he could see it was no one’s fault. it also made jeongguk’s ego sparkle pure gold and grow three sizes too big because who can say they’ve fucked their boyfriend so good his soul left his body? jeongguk can. 

and from then on, they experimented. from orgasm denial to spanking to how many times taehyung can actually come in an hour (nine. nine fucking times) to whatever the fuck they felt like they wanted to try out. 

it was a beautiful journey of self-discovery and relationship growth for both jeongguk and taehyung. 

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now, four years and an engagement later, jeongguk knows exactly where to touch and where to press, what to say and what to do to make taehyung come at any given moment of the day, in their apartment or out in public. 

four years later and jeongguk doesn’t consider himself to be a mere prey bunny hybrid because he can bring the biggest predator on his knees-- he’ll also fall to his knees for said predator in a heartbeat, but that’s no secret to anyone.