Beauty in white. | Ksj•Kth

21.

Kim Taehyung had made sure that his wife was completely hidden beneath his muscular larger one. Daren't exposing even a single piece of his flawless skin. He had protectively pushed Seokjin's body down with his body glued-no room for space, while he pounding into him mercilessly, letting all the chaotic moans fly in air as he couldn't care about that anyway. He had his pants on, that Seokjin was sulking on, feeling embarrassed for being only naked here, ashamed and vulnerable in exposed air.

Taehyung was momentarily ignoring those puckered lips that were trying not to leave any single moan but all to vain. Older was in his wild fantasy to take his wife in an open place, just like an announcement of their wistful yet ardent love, but Taehyung wasn't indiscreet to let anyone see his wife's immsense beauty that is meant to be only for his-less to care if he is said to be brazen, shamlelss.

He had his pridy aggression making him held onto seokjin in place hardly and pound like a beast gobbling up the ruddy meat. Seokjin screamed like his soul was touched by steamy lips, skimming his face into sturdy chest, whispering to slow down at his husband who doubtfully might've heard any of word. He used the skin of Taehyung to bit on it for to stop his shameful moans that older considered it as a sweet pain.

"Don't let anyone ever touch you, not even Jimin or that cousin of yours. I feel raged." His dark eyes transfixed around seokjin's face that was flushed red, his lips eaten swollen, reddish fingerprints and bite marks glistening under natural glow of his skin that emitted scent more beautiful than any blooms produced here.
Taehyung gulped down a growl knowing this look of his wife only sets up for his eyes, no one has ever seen him this way. This wild side of beauty skyrocketing the gorgeousness is never to be witnessed by anybody and he won't let ever make them see this.

If Tae wasn't strong then he would've charged and forbid anyone to touch his wife regardless of sexual or chaste. But, he isn't possessive, well not to that extent. He doesn't want to make Seokjin feel roped in his love.

"No one touches me like you do, love." Seokjin whispered after a moan as he lost his ability to speak, his cheeks still hot red for having shame all the time to have sex here. But his half lid eyes were stuck upon this sexy, beasty husband who's body just showed masculinity under every touch. The well defined body of some greek God.
Seokjin's organism was like a dangerous wave crashing to drown him when he just realized how a godly man is deep thrusted inside him, especially in his heart.

"That's good." Taehyung nodded, lifting his body and diving down again, impeccable into soul shattering thrust, taking every sane from feeble man under, shuddering the younger to the bones in an immense heat from the pleasure emitting through his curl of toes.

"But I was expecting this possessiveness from you at the time Namjoon sir kissed my hand. I was so surprised." Taehyung's eyes for a second widened before he pulled a small smile, tucking a soft piece of hairs from younger's forehead. His eyes roaming on the sinful body for umpteenth time, sketching this into the core of his heart.

"That's some culture he follows from the place he grew up. Women and carriers are supposed to be kissed gently on back of palm to show how of a gentleman he is. And besides he won't ever mean it in wrong way. I know him, he is very respectful." Seokjin just nodded getting to know something about the western ethics.

Seokjin gasped and tightened his hold of legs around waist of older when he was filled with thick steamy cum, his inside brimming with the gush of it. Closing his eyes to take every drop of it deep, his stomach curling up when man above him growled like animal, satisfied with his meal. Taehyung had bit seokjin's lips as he shot his seeds deep-getting the beauty strangled in pleasure and pain who was loosing his mind into the arms. Getting least to know about surrounding and getting pleasantly breathless.