Be My Only Sin (TAEKOOK 18+) Complete

Chapter 9

Immediately, the intense, dark eyes remind Taehyung of how JungKook looked when he was about to engulf his soaking wet cock hiding in the pyjama bottoms with his mouth. He's thinking about that, Taehyung realises.

Without giving himself too much time to think, Taehyung wraps his lips around the fingers and sucks a little.

JungKook actually moans quietly, eyes rolling, his other hand flying to the side of Taehyung's neck for support.

Testing the feeling, Taehyung moves up and down a few times, tongue flitting between the wet, slippery fingers before he pulls away slowly, his wide, dark eyes staring at JungKook with poorly disguised want.

Suddenly, a tender thumb travels along Taehyung's jawline to circle around to his mouth and the small clouds of cream still there get slowly caressed and smothered into the lush lips and JungKook can't take it anymore, the temptation is too much.

"Taehyung... fuck. You're absolutely killing me..." He breathes heavily.

All hell breaks loose and in a second JungKook's mouth is on Taehyung's. Hard and demanding.

Strawberries and cream scatter all over the floor when JungKook slams against the Angel and shoves him harshly against the kitchen units, slender waist bending over the worktop when hips push against hips.

Taehyung moans into their mouths and gives JungKook a complete surprise when he gives as good as he gets, his long fingers twisting into JungKook's hair, yanking, demanding more, fingers fisting into the t-shirt, nails clawing at the back of his neck.

There's so much JungKook wants to touch that he doesn't know where to start, his fingers are itching to get to every curve of the Angel's body and just make him weep.

Before he even has the chance to sneak his fingers underneath Taehyung's top, demanding fingers yank at his own and Taehyung blurts, as if drunk "Off! Offoff!"

Taehyung tries to breathe while JungKook yanks the t-shirt over his head, revealing an expanse of toned, tattooed flesh. There is a significant lack of air in Taehyung's lungs when he thinks that this could be it -that he could be getting what he has been wanting to have since the moment he had his first taste of carnal pleasures.

Tension gathers inside Taehyung's whole body until he's wound up so tight that it can't stop moving, pushing, pulling, rocking, rubbing. Taehyung just wants.

Warm hands cup Taehyung's face gently, thumbs running along his messy lips and JungKook's dark, sparkly eyes, like black pools in the moonlight, stare at him in awe, the mouth below them gaping with a distinct lack of words.

"Taehyung... Taehyung, Taehyung." The word is like a caress the way it travels up and down Taehyung's skin, burning where their bodies join at the hip, hardness against hardness.

Taehyung's hands splay over the delicious pecs in front of him, tentatively running over the soft skin, admiring, discovering, driving JungKook mad with want. JungKook needs more, he needs to claim all the real estate there is to claim on Taehyung -all of it has to belong to him and no one else.

He yanks harshly to get Taehyung's mouth back on his, pushing his tongue deep into the wet hum while he claws at the lush ass, his greedy hands stealing grabs of flesh by sneaking inside Taehyung's sweats.

As soon as the fingers touch skin, the whole of Taehyung arches and he moans so loudly, his hips desperately grinding against the hardness, a leg lifting up to JungKook's hip.