Blue and Grey || Taejin

Chapter 3

Seokjin cursed himself silently as he knuckled away the stream of tears that were streaked down his cheeks. A strange tightness bloomed in his chest and a lump formed in his throat. He was breathing heavily, every inhale and exhale shaking with incomprehensible emotions.

"Hey, don't," Seokjin said when he noticed V pulling away.

"I'm- I'm okay. It's nothing," Seokjin's words tumbled into the other but he atleast managed to say something. He closed his eyes for a few heavy seconds and fluttered his eyelids open to look at V who just sat on his knees in an awkward stance.

"Come here," Seokjin lifted himself up, and wound his arms around V's neck to pull him down.

"Don't stop, okay?" Seokjin whispered with hooded eyes.

V's brows were slightly creased as he scrutinized Seokjin's face before hoisting himself up and settling between Seokjin's opened legs once again. Seokjin wrapped his thighs around V's waist. V aligned his member to Seokjin's hole and pushed it all the way in. Seokjin gasped at the pain that shot up his ass and tried to relax around V's girth. Heaving, Seokjin waited for V to begin.

A couple of seconds passed but V remained still in his position with his hands gripping onto Seokjin's hips. That's when it dawned over Seokjin that V was waiting for him.

Seokjin didn't know if he should laugh or cry, so he simply demanded, "Move."

V began rolling his hips, sliding his cock back and forth inside Seokjin's tight cavern. The drag felt painful for some time before he began to enjoy the fullness inside him and howled in pleasure when V found a certain bundle of nerves.

"Yes!" Seokjin cried out, arching his back.

V took that as a sign to pound on that specific spot, lewd screams echoed through the room. Seokjin pushed his hips back to maximise the delicious friction and elicited broken moans whenever V struck his prostrate hard. Propping himself up on his elbows, Seokjin started to move his hips in sync with V's thrusts and smiled to himself amidst his dirty cries when he heard V groan with his eyes closed to absorb the waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

"V!" Seokjin called out for no reason but V responded immediately by lowering himself with his arms barricading Seokjin's halo of sweaty, purple locks. To Seokjin's surprise, V kissed him on the cheeks softly and he realized that once again tears were rolling down his face; Seokjin was not sure if the tears were from the overwhelming effect of the entire situation or the immense pleasure he was enveloped in.

V rested his head next to Seokjin's and let out soft, lip-sealed moans into Seokjin's ear. Seokjin threw his arms over V's shoulders and dug his blunt nails into the latter's shoulder blades. V increased his pace, penetrating Seokjin with more force and almost growling at the sensation. Seokjin feared he would lost his voice at how high pitched his moans were becoming with every thrust. Bless the mansion for having sound-proof walls.

"V- I'm clo-"

Before Seokjin could finish his sentence, strings of hot, white liquid spurted from his member and his vision took the same shade as he rode down his climax. V had positioned himself on his knees again and delivered his last few thrusts before letting out a guttural sound and cumming inside the condom.

Seokjin's entire body went limp as soon as V pulled out of him. As he slowly descended from his high, Seokjin began to feel light-headed; he was sure to be never fucked this good ever again by anyone else. Even though he felt absolutely filthy, he was too exhausted to even take off the condom. He just lay there, heaving and defenseless, with a complete stranger in his bedroom. Slowly, his emotions began to whir.

Kim Seokjin, neglected and pushed to the far corners by the ones who brought him to the world, always striving to please his parents in hopes of receiving atleast some sort of love, maybe even a moment of their genuine smiles, always caging himself in the person that their parents wish to see his brother in, always being swarmed by his plastic peers and admirers who wanted nothing but his wealth and beauty, always being reminded that his one and only escape from his stifling reality was lost in someplace between life and death, had done something that was so out of his nature, so out of the colours he was used to, that he could not withstand the weight of the situation anymore.

Seokjin knew that breaking down infront of V, not only once, but twice, was utterly pathetic. Atleast, he wouldn't be seeing him ever again after that night. Seokjin parted his lips to dismiss the escort when he felt his condom being rolled off his withered manhood. Through his tears, he saw V tying the open ends of both of their condoms and tossing them into a bin. V then began to look around for his clothes but Seokjin, being an emotional wreck, grasped his wrist and sobbed, moved by the small act of kindness.

V, not knowing what to do, stood there next to the bed, eyes boring into Seokjin's crying face. It was awkward to say the least, but V didn't have the heart to leave the broken man. So he took a seat next to Seokjin, who circled his arms around V's waist and cried his heart out. V, still very confused and somewhat mortified at the fact that both of them were still naked, remained still for a moment.

Before Seokjin drifted into dreamless slumber, he felt a gentle hand caressing his hair.