• Selfish Prince • || KookMin

18. Thirsty and hungry prince

"Sorry for the bite."

Jimin squints and Jungkook stands up on his forearms. Jimin is silent and Jungkook hugs him by the hip.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Why would I be? My lord. " Jimin ironizes in a low voice.

"I ruined the party, I scared you, I bit you." Jungkook exhales. "I can't control myself around you. Your blood smells and tastes so... good-"

Jimin closes one eye and purses his lips. Jungkook bites his hip and now, slurps the blood gushing from the wound. His eyes half-open and expression is ecstatic. Jimin pouts Is this what he wants? Someone to feed that abnormal thirst that never goes away.

It surprises him when Jungkook stops what he's doing and makes him lie down on the bed, joining lips with him. Jimin rubs his legs together and notices something pressed against his thigh. Breaking away, he lowers his gaze. "Does it scare you? "Jungkook asks softly, kissing him on the neck and shoulder.

"N-no...just...I thought you didn't-"

"I never said I didn't want to have sex with you; there's just a wider range of things to do... Right now, though, I wouldn't let go of you in my sleep."

Jimin gives him better access to his neck and Jungkook's huge hand slips between his legs. The young nobleman sighs, closes his eyes and enjoys the caresses on his crotch. Jungkook's huge hand is able to get a perfect grip on his penis and its texture only gets better when he rubs it.

Jimin's small hands cling to his shoulder and arm, his face reddens and his body heats up. Jungkook licks and nibbles at the skin, stops himself from stopping to just drink blood.

He wants to have Jimin now, he considers it urgent. His body burning in fever longing to join and cause the same rage that Jimin provokes in him. They meet lips again and Jimin embraces him by the shoulders, closing his eyes and stirring Jungkook's hair.

A moan chokes between his lips and Jungkook pulls away, taking a deep breath. His hand filled with Jimin's semen reaches down and inserts two fingers into the nobleman's entrance. Jimin sticks out his tongue and thrusts it into Jungkook's tongue, making him come closer. His fingers make small circles on the back of Jungkook's neck and his legs slightly spread to make way for him.

"My lord" he calls in a whisper after breaking contact. Jimin's lips severely redden. As if the ink is still doing its job. Jungkook watches him with misty eyes and short thoughts. "No hurry." he informs before giving him a kiss on the nose.

Jungkook nods. Jimin spreads his legs and his hands rest on his chest; Jungkook reaches between the milky thighs, the soft, spongy flesh filling his palms; he rubs the head of his glans against Jimin's wet, stretched entrance and as he applies pressure, he watches Jimin's expressions.

How they travel from discomfort, impatience, slight displeasure to surprised realization. Jungkook grabs him by the face to give him kisses all over the expanse at his disposal. The forehead, the temple, the cheeks, the eyelids. Jimin relaxes the body, feeling warm and like one more mass that they can mold at will.

A mass that molds in Jungkook's huge hands. at the pace he sets and desires. The hardened extension is slowly withdrawn and Jimin suffers shivers of pleasure as it re-enters. A simple, but firm slide inward. A slight smile begins to bloom on his lips as the in and out is more constant.

The sensation is more intense, Jungkook's groin slapping against his buttocks more steadily and ultimately becoming a racket in the room. It accompanies the moans of Jungkook, who shamelessly lets his voice go. Jimin grabs him by the face and closes his legs on his hips.