Sirenic Menace

㉕Are You Serious?

 
Feeling Taehyung wrapped around his form as soon as his senses crawled back to him from his most peaceful sleep in weeks was truly heavenly.

After they arrived safely at the hostel, Jungkook and Taehyung went to their room and snuggled up in the top right bunk bed. They wanted to do so many things; talk for hours, kiss, just feel one another, fuck all night long. But their exhaustion from the long day they had vanquished their desires, and they were unable to fight it.

It was okay, though, because they knew they had this whole day to themselves to spend it however they liked.

Jungkook withdrew just a notch to marvel at the epitome of beauty and cuteness that was Taehyung. The side of his face was squashed against the pillow and his lips lay open in muted breaths, tangled with just a tiny snore. He could wake up to this image and feeling every day for the rest of his life so damn easily.

He couldn’t ignore the purplish bruise on his left cheek, and fractions of his bliss perished as yesterday’s events flitted all over his head. His father hit him, and Jungkook couldn’t get to him sooner — he couldn’t protect him. The thought that he wouldn’t let anyone touch him again from now on eased his sudden fury and dimmed the blustering images.

Their naked chests were sticky with sweat as the room felt like an oven, but he didn’t care one bit. Even with forty-five degrees outside, Jungkook wouldn’t stop holding him in no event.

Beads of perspiration pooled on his forehead until they dripped down, and that was the push he needed to detach his body from him to reach for the controller for the air conditioner. But the moment he shifted to roll over, the limbs around his form clutched him tighter.

A fond smile exploded on his face as he watched Taehyung’s adorable grimace and how he latched onto him again to glue their chests together. “Baby,” he said, voice hoarse and quiet, and planted a cherubic kiss on his forehead. “I need to turn on the air conditioner.”

Taehyung just whined softly, refusing to give up on his grip on him. A few moments of stillness later, he felt the firm hand on his back glide to his ass and squeeze it so hard it made him squirm, with a yelp flying out of his mouth.

His eyes popped open at the unexpected action, only to encounter Jungkook’s smirking face and heavy-lidded eyes that bore a whirl of promising innuendos. He had missed his roughness as much as he had missed his gentleness, and the single squeeze on his ass was enough to make his length bloat. “If you do that again, you’ll have to fuck me.”

Jungkook’s smirk deepened as he linked their foreheads. He squeezed his juicy asscheek without a second thought, also rolling his hips against him.

Taehyung gasped as another quiver of stimulation ripped through every inch of him. “You’re such a tease,” he breathed out. “But as I said, you have to fuck me now.”

A chuckle slipped through Jungkook’s lips at the eagerness he detected in his bleary eyes. His hand swam across his back and came to cradle his nape. “I’ll fuck you, angel. As many times as you want.” He pressed a reassuring kiss on his lips. “Let’s go freshen up for now.”

Taehyung smiled at the sweet action and stole another peck before he nodded. He slid towards the ladder and descended it, but then halted. “I have nothing with me.”

Jungkook turned on the air conditioner and climbed down from the bed as well. “We have extra toothbrushes, and you can wear my clothes.” He reached for their shirts from the chair and passed Taehyung’s to him.

“But you always wore long-sleeved clothes.”

“I only wore them when I had to leave the room when I was alone. And usually in here I was just with my boxers in the summer.” Jungkook also put on his mask and his sweatpants and turned to Taehyung, but the sight of his twinkling eyes as he bit his lower lip froze him to his spot. “What are you thinking about, you horny baby?”