UNDER HIS SPELL { taekook }

二 ; ０７

Desire.

Desire to kiss, desire to touch. Desire to stay like this a bit longer. Jeongguk had been caught off guard when Taehyung suddenly kissed him, pulled him closer, and pinned him to the couch. But he was obedient, submitting to the older without an ounce of retaliation because, after all, Jeongguk wanted him too. Desperately so.

Taehyung smelled of a lumber-like cologne, mixed with the scent of nicotine, and somehow Jeongguk was obsessed. It was a manly smell, he thought, and the way Taehyung had climbed above him on the couch made the younger instinctively try and make room for him. He spread his thighs apart, let his legs straddle Taehyung's body. Those rough yet nimble fingers of the man prying beneath his shirt to touch his bare chest lingered on his skin while they made out furiously. It was clear that Taehyung knew exactly what he was doing, and knowing so only excited him even more.

"H-Hyung.." Jeongguk whimpered, head dipping to the side once the older began nibbling down his neck.

"Yes, baby." The man said in a hum, then felt Jeongguk's body arching, chest pressing against his. The suppressed moan that fled his lips sent shivers crawling over Taehyung's skin, and something about the higher pitch of his voice only made the male want him even more.

"We-.. W-We can't.." Jeongguk whispered, placing his hands lightly over Taehyung's head, and the older looked up at him with piercing eyes.

"We can't?" he repeated, a curious shine on his face. Jeongguk even thought, for a split second, that he looked adorable like that. "Why not, hm?"

Jeongguk shook his head shyly and quickly looked away because he knew, he just knew, if he continued to gaze at those alluring eyes he'd easily be enchanted by them. Put under their spell, even.

"B-Because."

Taehyung's head tilted to the right, trying to peek at him directly, wanting the boy to look only at him. Jeongguk felt his skin flushing the more Taehyung's blunt gaze lingered on him, and the older shifted even closer towards him.

"Can I kiss you?" he whispered, their lips in dangerous proximity.

Jeongguk's breath wavered. "Y-You already did..."

"Can I kiss you again?"

Jeongguk shook his head sideways furiously, causing Taehyung to chuckle softly at the cute action.

"Okay. Then... can I touch you?" were his next words, his strong arms at either side of Jeongguk as he hovered himself over the boy on the couch. "Here? On your tummy."

Yet, the younger hesitated before shaking his head again.

Jeongguk then retreated himself, pressed further back against the couch and exhaled softly once Taehyung finally pulled away from him.

"Okay. No touching and no kissing, then." Even through his husky voice, without even catching a glimpse of him, Jeongguk could just hear the amused grin on Taehyung's lips. And when the older plopped back down beside him, Taehyung placed his arm over the top of the couch and continued to watch the television.

Jeongguk sighed softly, rubbing his hand over his forearm and taking the time to look over at the man beside him. His manly posture, the lingering amusement on his facial features, those bulged arms with prominent veins on display. Jeongguk took an extra moment just to admire Taehyung's hands. They were large, fingers long, remnants of black nail polish on every other digit.