•In the lap of the Gods• [ BTS ]

1.4. Taehyung's pov

》Thou seest how sloth wastes the sluggish body, as water is corrupted unless it moves.《

I was already in a strange mood for a week.

Some sadness took over me at times. I couldn't say anything to Jungkook, because I didn't want to worry him.

I got up, as soon as the sun graced me with its first rays, and decided to pack a few more books before I closed my bag.

Honestly, I hated going to the mansion, but I couldn't afford to be the only one to stand out and miss the celebration, again. My Jungkook wouldn't like that.

When I came downstairs from our luxury house, where we moved into a few months ago, I found my lover preparing breakfast.

- Hey, love... good morning... - I heard his subtle voice. He walked towards me and wrapped his arms around my neck pressing a kiss on my cheek with his delicate lips. I loved those lips so much. They were like the most delicate petals.

I answered him with a hug. We never needed words. We have always talked with touch and look.

- Have a breakfast, Tae. I'll go pack my bag... we should be leaving soon...

- Isn't it early? I don't think the others will come before noon. - I answered as I settled down at the table, my eyes fixed on the fragrant pancakes with strawberries.

- We will have more time for ourselves... we can rest a little and get ready then... and we haven't been in the mansion for a long time. I miss my old room... - he answered as he directed his steps towards the stairs that led to the first floor, where was positioned our huge bedroom.

After a delicious breakfast, we settled in the car. I drove along a well-known road, in the hills. A large brass gate opened in front of us, giving us a wonderful view of the Sebastian's mansion, nestled between tall poplars.

When I parked the car, I realized that no one had arrived yet. We were the first. It gave me some dirty ideas, which I can make happen with Jungkook.

As soon as we closed the door of his former room, the smell of stale things mixed with dust entered my nostrils. Instantly I remembered the old days with Jungkook. Behind that smell, there was familiar scent of his sheets in which we were wrapped all night, while we hid from the watchful eyes of others.

I loved those sheets, I loved those mornings in which he dawned with his head on my chest. I loved that night when I forever marked him with my lips and called him mine for the first time.

Those memories are the culprits of my uncontrollable desire. The desire that made me lustily press him against the wall and kiss him like there was no tomorrow.

- Tae... wait, love... maybe someone will come... - he whispered in my ear, but I knew he wanted it too. I know how to read his body language, as I knew every part of him by heart.

- There is no one... we are alone here, Jungkook, and I want you so much.

I planted a few kisses on his neck, which was unconsciously arching. And then I left a few prints above his nipples. He moaned and I moaned and I didn't give up.

My hands were roaming his back and waist. And in next moment they were locked in his strands.

I clenched it in my fist, and then I pulled him close to myself with my right hand, placing it on the back of his neck. It was a movement that shouted at the top of its voice that he belonged to me and that only I could see him in this lustful state.

- Now give me a nice blowjob, my love, and maybe later, if I am not too lazy, I'll take you. - I felt how the hairs on his skin were electrified by my voice.