The Spawn

Sixty

Birthday - TEN

*Heavily detailed smut scene*

Note: We please reread the last few chapters to remember a hit what happens.

Just barely Jimin was able to keep himself upright, or even stable with his own trembling legs, after cumming probably the third time in this kitchen alone.

It was a haze.

A disoriented haze.

Yeosang and Jimin have fucked already on the counter, against the fridge and bent over the island, and yet no matter how many times they've done it - they are still craving more.

Their bodies are completely swimming in lust.

And they can't seem to find the off switch to it.

They love it.

They love this feeling.

They love drowning into it.

Into each other.

But they want to experiment more.

As sadistic as it sounds.

"I want more," Jimin mumbles, lips by this point numb, "That sounds like such a masochist thing to say."

Yeosang pants out a heavy chuckle, leaning back against the wall with eyes closed, "I know what you want."

Jimin perks an eyebrow, standing upright after being bent over but held onto the ledge of the island to keep himself still, "Is that so?"

A lazy grin spreads Yeosang's lips, pushing himself off the wall, "You want spice, and I'll let it slide just for tonight."

Slide?

Eyebrows furrowed now, Jimin didn't even get a word out before Yeosang suddenly grabs his wrist and drags Jimin out the kitchen and up the stairs, with Jimin nearly tripping over a few times but manages to get his shit together after they managed to get to the familiar hallway.

Until they stop in front of a door.

A door Jimin recalls well.

He glances to Yeosang when he knocked on the door, saying under his breath, "Thought you were possessive over me?"

Yeosang fixes his eyes to him, "Do you want me to be?"

Jimin stays quiet, glancing to the door and then back to Yeosang, a slow smirk suddenly itching the corner of his lips, "He's going to kill you for interrupting his sleep for our needs."

"You think he's sleeping?" Yeosang chuckles, humorlessly, "Especially after taking Ecstasy? No, he's anything but-"

The door suddenly creeks open, snapping both men their attention to the man now standing to the other side of the room.

With eyepatch still on his face and his raven hair a ruffled and whirly mess, he looks at the two much more composed than one would think.

He looks.... Really kept together.

Jimin eyed him for a moment, impressed that he possibly sobered up that fast, but caught the way his free hand twitched on his side before it being shoved in his pocket.

Or, it's just a mask.

"It's late," Is the first thing Taemin said, clearly studying both of them closely to notice little details of their.... Previous activities, "Do you need something?"

Yeosang and Jimin glanced at each other once again, more so with Jimin subtly asking for permission if he can proceed on one of his favorite members. Yeosang only gives him a curt nod.