"I wish I'd have never even met you," Jeongguk spat, hand pumping just a bit faster, his tongue moving swiftly towards the other male's tip.
"Be quiet and swallow my fucking children, you slut."
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Locked lips, and gentle caresses. Soft touches and quiet breaths. Two bodies intertwined in a coil of intimacy.
They had found themselves sprawled out over the king-sized mattress with Jeongguk laying flat on the sheets, and Taehyung's massive body hovered above him, elbows settled at either side of the boy's head.
Jeongguk's face was cupped blissfully into the older's large hands, legs straddled over his waist, Taehyung's knee settled between the boy's parted thighs, and their lips.
Their lips, they could not stop reconnecting.
They kissed, and they kissed, and they kissed; and nothing else in the world could ever matter because they kissed.
Their lips, engaged in a simple dance—nothing too complex or burdening, but merely the gentle brushing of their skins, the intricate mix of saliva, the quiet hums that would vibrate against their chests. Ones Jeongguk thought were indescribably sexy coming from the alter. How their hearts were synced up completely, in beats and flutters and in the whispers of their emotions.
Two parted souls reunited into one.
Jeongguk became painfully aware of the heat in his skin, the burst of desire that had dawned into him all at once. Desire, to stay this way for longer. And longer. Forever, even. Forever would be good.
And though time had slipped them by he knew they must've been making out for over an hour straight, engulfed in each other's presence entirely.
But eventually his lungs had become suffocated, and it told him that was enough. Though Jeongguk didn't quite agree, he still parted from their kiss and let his head fall to the side, stomach rising and falling as he panted in curt breaths. Taehyung's piercing eyes slowly drew open, and he watched from above him, let the younger refill his respiration. His head sunk against Jeongguk's neck, found the perfect spot to smooch the skin carefully. With a hand trailing up to dig into the boy's scalp, he bit at his neck gently, left darkened bruises on the pale flesh, marking what belonged exclusively to him, and only him.
There was a moment in which the older swore he heard his name being whispered in a lowered whine. Not his host's name, but his. And it had put his self control to the test. Truly. Because, usually, under any normal circumstance the alter would not lay on a bed for so long and not advance past the kissing stage. Especially when they person beneath him was dressed all feminine and pretty.
No, by now he would have came at least twice after having plunged deep inside his partner; though it wouldn't always mean he'd be anywhere near close to being done with them.
But tonight?
Well, it was different.
He had held the boy beneath him carefully, and merely kissed him. Merely tasted his lips and let him taste his, too. They have yet to advance to anything more, and Jeongguk had taken good notice of it.
