The Symbol Of Darkness

④I Want Everything From You

⚠Important Note⚠
This chapter is 25k words long and it contains sexual content. I had previously split it into four parts, but someone reported this book and wattpad removed it because they considered it “porn without plot”. This encounter is the most important for the plot. The whole book is based on this chapter.

I suggest you skip to the end of this chapter or skip it throughout if you don't want to read smut. This book is marked as Mature, so it is expected to contain mature content. But I'll still give you warnings. Enjoy💜

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The exponential yearning and excitation peaked the closer they got to their destination, scurrying all the way to the entrance of the motel. They slowed only to book a double room at the reception, which Jungkook settled without consulting the still unnamed man, who didn’t even have the chance to object, dismissing the prolonged, curious stares of the elder woman behind the counter. 

Both felt hot, ablaze with anticipation, and all that heat definitely displayed on their flushed faces. So the woman’s stares were fairly justified, as justified as they were annoying, to be honest.

Grabbing the card key, Jungkook led the way to the elevator. He threw a glance over his shoulder to ascertain that they weren’t within the range of the receptionist’s vision as they neared their first destination and yanked the man by his forearm to plant him onto the wall. 

One hand reached for the down button for the elevator, and the other meshed into his hair, stringing their lips together with a hungry tug. 

A brisk inrush of breath sounded from the off-guard man, hands clawing at his jacket automatically to unite their bodies. The slide of their lips was headlong, rough, and rapacious — there was nothing gentle about it, no emotion other than carnal desire to satiate their sexual needs. 

But fuck, it was mind-bending. Their necessitous mouths were on a joined rampage, tongues striking explosively in need to taste more, teeth clacking in the course of the lewd battle, and hips rolling together in the coveted chase of friction against their aching erections. 

It was indeed so heady the stranger in full missed the ding that marked the opening of the elevator’s doors. 

Jungkook attempted to break their mouths apart, but the other only kissed him harder. He delivered a row of strong taps on his shoulder in hopes of pulling him out of whatever trance he was swimming into, and seeing that his efforts misfired, he resulted in more high-power tactics. 

He crammed a hand between their bodies and grasped his cock, something that detached the unnamed man’s mouth from his with a choked whimper. “The fucking elevator,” he said, breathless and with a dose of irritation. 

His glazed with intoxication eyes darted to his left, finding the doors still open. “Shit,” his husky voice tossed off, and he swallowed as the blackness shrouding his consciousness ebbed away, hustling him into the elevator. 

“You’re lucky there wasn’t anyone in here,” Jungkook mildly lectured and pressed the button for the third floor. 

He leaned against the mirror behind him as he snickered, a devilish, guttural sound that foreboded a looming snide remark. “And if there was? Would you get shy?” His sickly sweet tone highlighted his mockery and prompted a vexed huff from the other. Judging by the stormy look on his expression, he knew he should end it there and keep his lips sealed, though he wasn’t planning to do so. “Would you get all embarrassed if people saw us because of me? Would you get angry and punish me for it?”