Closer than Ever

Chapter 35 - Trying To Be Quiet

I kiss Yeontan on top of his head and pet him again, then quietly slip off my shoes and hand him back to Tae. It's weird to be sneaking around the home I usually live in, but also a tiny bit thrilling, I can't lie. Taehyung seems to be keyed up, too, checking that the coast is clear for me before I dart into the master bedroom. He very gingerly opens the guest bedroom door, and shoos Yeontan inside, closing him in with his sleeping parents.

As Tae comes into the master bedroom, I wrap my arms around him and he softly shuts the door, making sure the doorknob clicks into place. "Hi, Birdie," he whispers. His husky tone sends shivers through me.

"Hi, Taehyung-ah," I reply quietly, smiling up at him. He cups the back of my head in his hand, and bends down toward me. We kiss desperately, as if we've been apart for months rather than about five hours. Taehyung's hand tightens into a fist, tugging my hair as his other hand scrabbles under my shirt to unlock my front-closure bra. I untuck his shirt and undo his belt, one of my hands slipping into his loose pants toward his growing bulge. Taehyung massages my breasts, groaning softly into my mouth as my hand makes contact with his penis. I begin to stroke him lightly, my breathing growing fast and raspy.

We make eye contact and smile, then without a word pull apart and quickly strip off all of our clothes. Taehyung gives me his open-mouth boxy smile and I return my flirtiest grin as our naked bodies crash together. Our tongues dance around one another as we move toward the bed, and Tae topples over backward onto it, pulling me down on top of him. I give one paranoid glance toward the door, wishing it had a lock, but then sink my hands into Taehyung's soft hair and begin to lick and nibble his perfect neck, rocking my ass against his lower abdomen.

He gasps and closes his eyes, arching his head back. I scoot down a bit to flick my tongue across his nipples and see his mouth stretch into a boxy grin. I am grinding gently against his erection now, and he bites back a moan, reminding me that we have to be quiet. "Oh, oh, please..." he whisper-groans. "Please..."

"Condom?" I whisper, and Tae slides the nightstand drawer open softly and pulls a condom out of the box. I tear the foil with my teeth, which makes Tae groan again lightly, and then lean over to flick my tongue across the head of his penis. Taehyung gasps and I roll the condom down his length.

I sit up astride him and smile as he opens his eyes, and then I lift up as far as I can, my hand guiding his tip into my entrance. We both suck in our breath as I sink down slowly, engulfing him. My head tilts back in ecstasy as he fills me completely. I take a moment to let my body adjust to him, and then slowly bend forward at the waist to press my chest against his. He wraps his arms around me as I start to rock back and forth on his dick, my breasts rubbing against his smooth chest.

We're both desperately trying to be quiet, but as I begin to move harder and faster, the bed frame starts to creak rhythmically. I stop and sit up a bit so that I can look at Tae, a sheepish smile on my face. "Babe," I whisper, "this bed is a lot louder than I ever realized!"

He grins and nods, thrusting up gently into me a few times as he asks, "Should we (uh) move to (uh) the floor?" I smile and nod back, my breath hitching as he pumps into me one last time. Reluctantly, I dismount and we fold the bedspread double for padding, bring our pillows and the blanket, and set up a makeshift nest on the far side of the bed, away from the door.

Tae lies down and pats his thighs, and I settle on top of him in the same position again as he pulls the blanket over us. "What were we doing?" I ask, laughing very quietly. "Oh, yes, something like this..." I start to rock. Taehyung picks up my rhythm and begins to thrust in time with me, driving his dick into me and sending electric currents racing through my body.

We're both trying to stay in control as our bodies slam together faster and faster, but little whimpers and gasps are escaping each of us. Taehyung suddenly groans quietly, and then rolls both of us over. He hooks my knees up over his arms, his hands grasping my shoulders, and starts to pound into me fast and hard, his face contorted. I desperately want to scream, it feels so good, but I bite down on my lower lip and concentrate on being quiet. A short, deep growl escapes Tae's mouth, so I clamp my hand over his mouth and laugh silently. We both come hard, Taehyung gasping against the palm of my hand and me involuntarily squeaking as my climax forces the air out of my lungs. He collapses onto my tingling body, laughing quietly.