The Symbol Of Darkness

㊺Make Me Yours

  
Jungkook found himself cocooned in a combination of arms, legs, and the heat of another body when his senses rushed back to him from his deep, tranquil sleep.

After the confession of their feelings yesterday, they spent their time lolling in the bed, mostly kissing and just savoring each other’s warmth and presence until they fell asleep. 

He curled his slightly numb arm around the man, who was latched onto his side, and looked down at him through half-closed eyes. 

For a moment, he believed he was dreaming. That the conversation they had yesterday was just a figment of his imagination. But as he felt the slow fluctuations of his chest against him and heard his tiny snores, relief came about him like a balmy, soul-soothing flood, and every doubt was forgotten in the warmth of his form. 

They had confessed to each other. Taehyung was in his embrace, sleeping. Taehyung was his. 

The need to wake him so he could fully swathe him in his arms and string their bodies together was so immense it ground down on his chest tantalizingly. But his Taehyung needed as much sleep as he could get. So he settled on drawing little, feathery kisses on the top of his head and reveling in the feel of him. 

It was a little while later when Taehyung hummed sweetly and began moving against him, bringing a fond smile to his lips. He rubbed his leg over Jungkook’s lower body, stretching it, then he drew it up, but a low groan spewed from Jungkook’s lungs as his knee struck right on his crotch. 

Taehyung’s eyes split open at the subtle jolt he sensed against his body and the pained groan that slipped into his ears. “Shit, did I just knee you?” he asked, voice unbelievably husky and deep. 

The tension leached out of Jungkook’s form with the unexpected chuckle that escaped him. Drowsy, doe eyes ascended to him, and he marveled in silence at Taehyung’s dreamy beauty with the gentlest of smiles. “You’re adorable.” He cradled his head and planted a row of smooth kisses on his forehead. “Yes, you kneed me, but it didn’t hurt that much. Don’t worry.”

“I’m sorry, Kookie,” he whispered, and pecked his cheek. “Should I kiss it better?” 

Jungkook’s brows lifted at the sly timbre of his raspy voice, eyes observing the coy innocence that was inscribed in his entrancing features like hawks. “Don’t say things like these.” Flaring memories of their night together deepened his voice and made it all breathy, with an edge of suppressed excitation. “And fuck, don’t look at me like this.”

“Why?” Taehyung hooked his finger on the neck of his shirt, smoothing his knuckle over his glabrous chest. He gazed up at him through simpering eyes as he brushed his leg up and down his robust thigh in slow glides. 

Jungkook clasped the side of his thigh, ceasing his movement. He instantly saw something glint in Taehyung’s foxy eyes akin to thrill, and he mounted him in a swift action, careful not to press on his stomach. He propped his elbows on each side of his head and strung their crotches together.

The soft moan he evoked from Taehyung had his lips twitching as he brought them to his ear. “Listen, baby,” he rasped, letting his mouth graze his earlobe before he nibbled it gently. “I don’t even know for how long I’ve been suppressing my need to fuck you. Maybe it was since the moment I saw you again.” His words were coiled around an alluring hue as he spew them against the sleek skin of his neck. The temptation to shower it with kisses was too intense, and he eagerly surrendered.

He ground his hips against the hardness of Taehyung’s cock and sank his teeth into his neck with a grunt. “Fuck.” He released a quivery breath as he clenched his fist in his efforts to contain his raging urge to just take him right there. “I want to devour you, baby. I want to fuck you deep and hard. I will fucking wreck you if I touch you right now.” He dragged his lips over his exposed collarbones, leaving wet kisses, which continued their way to his neck, then climbed up his jaw.