Black Orchid | BEOMKAI

Chapter 25

You don't care, Beomgyu.

You don't.

But you kinda do.

Kai could have just led me down the hallway, but no, he had to pick me up with my thighs around his waist and I was carried to what I presumed was his bedroom.

No. I don't care. It's the destination, not the journey but I was hardly paying attention considering how deeply I kissed him as he carried me. A door opened and I was hit with a strong heat and mixture of floral scents. Departing my lips from Kai's, he sat down on the end of his bed with me in his lap. I looked up and around to try and take in my surroundings, but God, the feeling of Kai's lips on my neck made being observant almost unfeasible.

Plants. There were plants. Potted ones, hanging ones, some flowering, some not. They smelled amazing but the sheer heat of the room was only adding to my light-headedness as a small moan of arousal left me. Kai was delicately sucking at my neck, his hands up and down my sides as I was pulled in closer.

Fuck this shirt.

My fingers worked on the buttons of it, although I lost my patience for the bottom two and popped them off with a firm pulling from each side. Shrugging out of it, Kai's eyes dropped to my chest with a smile but brought them back to my face as if to be polite.

Now's not the time for politeness, Kai, and you fucking know it.

Kissing him again, my tongue almost reached the back of his throat as I became so fever induced by him. It was maddening. Or maybe it was just the heat. It had been a scorching day and the setting sun was leaving its fiery remnants in the room that sweltered around us. I tore at his shirt, showing it as much self-restraint as I did my own, but Kai broke away from my lips with a small giggle.

"This isn't the time for laughing," I breathed, my words tripping over each other in a rush just like my fingers were with the last few buttons of his shirt.

Kai reached down to stop my hands which left me confused. "You-.. Do you not want this?"

He leaned forward a mere inch to kiss me softly, a knowing smile on his lightly flushed face.

"I wouldn't have carried you in here if I didn't, Beomgyu." He rolled me to the left and I found myself on my back. "You're still always in such a rush.." he smiled softly as his left hand pressed down beside my head and held himself above me.

"I-... I don't know how to do this any other way," I admitted and he lowered himself to me, pressing his forehead against mine and I froze at the gaze he gave.

"You know I like to take things slowly, Beomgyu.." he whispered, his words dripping into my mouth as he kissed me slow yet fast as he pulled back just a moment later. "Isn't it so much more satisfying–" his fingertips danced over the zip of my pants "– to take the time to watch things grow?"

With a bright blush, I fought off a moan and failed as I felt myself harden to his touch. His smile changed into a smirk as he teased me and unzipped my pants to rid my lower half of any remaining items. But he was still fully dressed.

"Off," I said after bouncing my eyes up and down him. He breathed out a little laugh and finished undoing the buttons he had prevented me from getting at. After letting the white shirt drop to the floor, my eyes were everywhere as he began working on his jeans. His shoulders hadn't lied, but the rest of him certainly had under the loose-fitting clothing he wore. Built like a nineteen-seventies Cadillac; broad, solid, sturdy. Such admirable proportions that would make you look back at him as he passed you on the street and find yourself walking face-first into a stop sign.