when the rain falls - taejin [book 1]

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The afternoon passed too quickly for Taehyung's liking. Certainly, the company of his friend's father was by far comforting and warm. The older man's long arms hung around his adolescent's body, enveloping him in an eternal embrace. Both men were comfortably reclining on the living room sofa, without major concerns, watching the rain fall, which had not stopped since the minor left his house.

The flames in the fireplace danced bright and irregular, warming the interior of the house, giving it a homely touch, making small sparkling sounds in the silence of the place. Seokjin, who was behind the boy, buried his nose in the warmth of Taehyung's neck, inhaling the soft and woody scent of him.

―You should call your mother... ―he requested, without moving from his position. ―-To let her know you won't be there.

―Are you thinking of kidnapping me? ―joked the youngest, with a relaxed smile on his lips.

―If that were the case, I wouldn't give you the chance to ask for help, don't you think? ―followed the game. The older one played with the tip of his nose, tracing circles and lines along his exposed neck.

―Okay, I'll call ―said Tae, trying to stand up, looking for his cell phone. ―Although, if you don't let go of me, I won't be able to do it ―Seokjin let out a childish grunt.

―You'd better call her later ―he drew him back to his body, losing himself in the curve of his neck, sniffing his smooth adolescent skin, feeling refreshed and young. Jin felt like he was in heaven, despite the fact that, in the corner of his mind, an annoying little voice kept repeating over and over again that this was completely insane, that it was wrong to corrupt a child like that, and much more if it was the best friend of his son.

The soft caresses slowly intensified, becoming wet kisses watered by Taehyung's jaw, drawing a mischievous giggle from the brown-haired man, who didn't miss the opportunity to turn around to face Seokjin and join his lips in a needy kiss. The boy was enthusiastic, eager to make it clear to the older man that he wanted it badly. If it was all a cruel dream, the boy would take advantage of it to the end.

His hands no longer had the slightest bit of hesitation when it came to traversing the opposite body, penetrating under the black-haired man's baggy flannel shirt, seeking the electrifying heat of his soft skin. Jin also did not hold back from touching him, giving him to understand that they were on an equal footing.

Heartbeats racing and breathing rough, they sank into the sofa, losing themselves in their own world of pleasure. The clothes were quickly moved out of the way and their bodies met again, swaying with a slow and hot rhythm. Taehyung, straddling the older man, rocked his hips, feeling the full length of Seokjin's erection, letting out a low moan as the other's fingers dug into his skin, seeking to increase the rate of friction. His mouths collided less gently this time, leaving behind the delicacy of the first time, giving way to the need to join again.