HOME - Taejoon

36. 'Afraid'

Bodies, lovers, united, wrapped. Taehyung felt himself defeated under Namjoon's weight in an instant; he tenderly held his hands on his chest, moaning against that neck so that he would stop bothering him and playing with the intoxication of his desires. He wanted him to take off his clothes a little faster, without neglecting the attention to touch him, slowly and familiarly, on the skin that he knew and that was new, the one that completely and yet never stopped needing him, and only him.

The fresh breath hitting his nipples drove him crazy, disturbing him until they trembled with each step of the wet tongue that played with them, with a calm river of kisses appreciating them between his teeth and licks, as if he were tasting him little by little before devouring him completely.

Namjoon enjoyed his explanation, through the pores of his skin and across the flat chest that changed with every breath, with every request he silently prayed to him, there, on the bed that neither of them had discovered with the other.

'Harder, kiss me more, don't stop...' all the words served him when he sank his fingers into that soft hip, marking with the white fullness of strength that sculptural part, that long tattoo he found to the left of his navel. He raised his face and silently asked about it, Taehyung simply sighed a smile, he seemed to explain to him by its content, by the engraving that started on his neck and spread to his hip, a bed of roses that called him to go over it once, twice, three times with his fingers and tongue, leaving bites on each curve.

Taehyung held him by the hair, squeezing his head, which finally stopped moving to take his penis completely between his legs, speaking to him with his tongue and telling him that his whole body was only for him; and Taehyung gave it to him as a gift because only he could really use it, as the only person Taehyung had ever loved to such extremes, with such attachment that it had clouded his intentions to forget him even though that was his wish, with the secret pleasure of waiting for him to take it again. That this night that he now had in his hands, ready for all his deductions.

His lover knew it, and with raw fidelity on the tip of his tongue, he carefully licked the hairy path under the hard groin, colliding with the trembling testicles and burying his face in them, taking them completely in turns in his mouth and letting them go in obscene sounds that began to fill the room.

He left him sighing a name, lifting his pelvis and wrinkling his eyebrows, stopping only because of the strong grip of his hands on the loose sheet spread out under his head. With both hands raised he let Namjoon look at him, and while he licked him, he moved his hands to play with the pair of pink and erect nipples. After so much time he never forgot how he really liked it, twisting and pulling them and then releasing them and doing it all over again.

Namjoon found both legs on his shoulders, and when he saw the saliva slipping from the open mouth, proud of not being able to stop himself from whimpering, he moved away from his lover's hip to see him from above. He let him breathe for a few seconds, while he lowered one of his legs and held the other high. Seeing the eyes open he looked to find them; that shine was overshadowed by the tears that sprang forth as soon as Taehyung felt a pair of fingers scissoring their thrust inside him.

He sat up in bed as they slowly penetrated him, his chest rising and falling for incoherent seconds at the start of the torturous march of ins and outs that began to make him dizzy. He didn't know how, but he managed to maintain his position when two became three and everything picked up speed.

Namjoon watched him bounce and move his hips to get him to touch him more, much more than he planned perhaps. Maybe he was crazy when he added a fourth and continued to hit the entrance only to revel in the movement of the buttocks against his hand, the face twisted in pleasure of the man underneath, completely submitted.