Souls of Seoul: Blood Bond | OT7 (🚧under construction)

13.

Maybe it's the comfort, maybe it's the fleeting encounters with the others earlier but his touch makes the ache low in your belly resurface.

He watches emotions flit across your face as you move in closer to him, shifting so there are just a few inches between your bodies. You reach out, letting your fingertips drift lightly over the exposed expanse of his chest. You watch your fingers trail up, down, and then across before they slip under the blanket along the curve of his side to rest on his hip. His skin prickles with goosebumps under your light caress.

"Is this... is this okay?" You rub your hand back and forth along the curve of his side down to the juncture of his hip and torso.

He sighs, his hand still resting on your cheek though his thumb has stopped tracing your lip. He leans toward you, his hand slipping from your cheek to rest on your shoulder gently pushing you onto your back before resting on the pillow beside your head. His face looms over you, his elbow supports him on one side and his hand beside your face on the other, the rest of his body pressed tightly against your side. "As long as this is okay," his words are slow, barely a whisper as he presses his lips to yours. The kiss is hesitant, waiting for your direction.

Your hand still on his side pulls him closer, his body shifting more on top of you. Your other hand snakes into the hair at the back of his neck urging him into the kiss. You allow yourself to get lost in the kiss, your mouth an open invitation. His tongue slides against yours, a low moan escapes you muffled by his mouth.

The hand that was by your head moves down your shoulder, across your chest to your breast. He takes the fullness of you in his palm, his own moan of appreciation emanating from the back of his throat.

The ache that was once in your ribs is long forgotten, replaced by the ache from further down. Your sexual frustration has only had time to build all day. As you shift under him you can already feel slick wetness between your thighs.

His lips break from yours, both of your breaths coming in ragged draws. "Are you okay?" His words are breathy, his chest heaving against yours.

"More than," your voice equally as breathy. You take your hand from his side and place it on top of his that's still palming your breast. You squeeze his hand against you. "Please."

Your soft, breathy request is all he needs. With a groan of desire, he kisses you deeply, his lips rough and passionate against yours eliciting your own moan of pleasure. His lips trail down your jaw, coming to worship the soft skin of your neck. He alternates between kissing and suckling the tender flesh. His ministrations spur your desires. You push his hand down, with just a momentary pang of regret as it leaves your breast, till it comes to the band of your cotton shorts. Hoping he takes the hint you move your hand up to his shoulder, digging your fingers into his skin causing him to hiss into your neck.

He wastes no time sliding his hand across the front of your shorts, you suck in a breath as he grazes over your mound. His fingers begin to rub slow circles, a slight pressure to ensure you can feel it in just the right place. You push your head back into the pillows, another moan escaping your lips.

He presses his hips against your side, making it clear just how much he's turned on. His prominent bulge grinds against you, he moves his hips in slow circles to match those his hand is administering to you.

You push your hips up in response to his. "Yoongi," your voice is heavy with desire, another moan escaping with his name.

"Mmm" is the only response you get, his mouth still nestled against your neck with intermittent kisses.

"I don't know," you begin, your breath catching as his fingers work their magic against your shorts, the fabric bunching and catching, "if you're aware or not," another pause to stifle a moan, "but I don't exactly have experience," the moan no longer stifled, "with this stuff." You suck in a ragged breath aware now that the wetness of your arousal has soaked through your shorts.