Be My Only Sin (TAEKOOK 18+) Complete

Chapter 7

He has never wanted anything more than he wants this. He wants to kiss JungKook.

Even when he has no idea how to do it or what it might feel like, his whole existence, his entire physical being is so drawn to JungKook that it must know something Taehyung doesn't.

But angels are not supposed to want -because it's a sin to engage in carnal acts, to enjoy things, to want things.

His body doesn't care, it just burns, so, so bright.

In his final act of futility, he tries to resist. Desperately.

The words are there, almost hanging off his lips but he can't make them come out because the soft lips and the tongue, oh the tongue is right there, licking and the mouth is kissing and sucking on his neck and it feels so good, too good, all Taehyung can do is bite his lip to stop the moans from flying out of his mouth at the touch... -it feels so much better than anything he has ever felt in his hundreds and hundreds of years of existence.

But when JungKook starts moving further down, Taehyung panics, trying to yank his wrists free to no avail.

"N-n-n-no, no, what are you doing?! Please.... I-I.." he pants, still blindly attempting to deny himself the thing he wants the most, his voice in direct contrast to his words. He might as well be begging for it the way he sings with need.

The husky pleads are replaced by a loud shameless scream when JungKook bites gently at a nipple through the thin fabric.

Taehyung's hips stutter, his whole body bending, writhing, his head flinging back in a complete loss of bodily co-ordination from the lashings of heat that crack inside him, slicing through muscle and vein in bright white so intense that for a brief moment Taehyung wonders if he might have died and transcended somewhere beyond Heaven.

When the Incubus tugs at the nub on the other side with his teeth, a sound so low and animalistic it surely shouldn't be coming out of an angel, rips out of Taehyung and hits JungKook right in his twitching cock.

"Oh my...." he grins and Taehyung whines. It's right then that JungKook knows he has already won.

The Angel's cock strains under the already soaking wet, thin fabric and JungKook decides this is his moment, he can't stop now.

Moving further down, instead of releasing the wrists, JungKook drags them with him until they are along Taehyung's hips. Positioning himself strategically, he is able to hold the whole of the Angel down by pinning the wrists and settling over the thighs, leaving his face conveniently aligned with the damp, twitching mound.

He blows gently over the naked midriff where the t shirt has ridden up and feels the Angel tremble under him, so needy, so desperate.

He doesn't even touch, just breathes over the rock-hard rod, the hot air easily breaching the wet fabric and that's all it takes for Taehyung to whine loudly, his head flicking from side to side, eyes closed.

"Should I stop...?" JungKook says, stalling, teasing.

"Yes...hmgh what?...ng... sss-s- stop?" Taehyung sobs virtually incoherent with need, his hips trying to grind against JungKook despite his indecisive words. A small word escapes.

"Please." The Angel's cheeks are bright red, the tint reaching all the way down his throat and chest and JungKook has never seen anything more delectable.