A pleasant shiver runs down Jungkook's spine, with a goofy smile adorning his face. hands on Taehyung's thighs and barely moving. He doesn't have much need: Jin is the one doing all the work, behind Taehyung who, with misty eyes and lack of reasonable awareness, just moans and asks for what he wants.
So perfectly acclimated and happy to have both of them inside him. Jin rests his chin on Taehyung's shoulder, panting softly and with his hand, masturbating the hardened, wet member, with seminal fluid oozing out of the glans.
Jungkook props himself up on his elbows and Jin pushes Taehyung lightly, thus allowing the younger man to kiss the hot, flushed chest, where the heart beats desperate to pump enough blood. Taehyung squeezes his eyes and lips, his climax coming far away, as some of it remains on Jungkook's chest.
Taehyung collapses on top of him, who laughs a little because of that and Jin smiles slyly.
"How spoiled you've gotten."
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"I know I was molested by a woman back there...stuck in the cave," Jungkook mutters, stretching out in the chair, "but I don't remember. I don't remember anything. Just some of the weight."
Have you had any problems having sex these past few months? Or have you not been able to have any kind of activity?
"Yes. Yes I have been able to. I just...I don't remember anything," he admits a little overwhelmed by it. "The same thing happened when I got angry: suddenly nothing exists in my head anymore. They are mental gaps that I don't want to fill, I don't want to think about them, but why does it happen, is it normal?" Jungkook is scared of that part. Choonhe smiles kindly at him.
It is natural for human beings to want to obviate certain events, so they feel safe, so they avoid falling into despair. What has happened to you is more specific: you focus so much on performing an action unconsciously that you override your own thinking. Your capacity of retention stops and therefore, you do not remember it... I consider that the most appropriate thing is that you do not fall into those details. You are aware of the event and that is enough... How did your head feel?
"Good. It still hurts, but it's not horrible. I can take it... and I haven't broken anything in all this time, so I think it's something."
Have you thought about doing it?
"Too many times."
We need to keep working on that then.
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"Can I?"
Wooyoung can't seem to bear his own excitement that Jimin let him join in those solo dancing sensations. It comes from having warmed up and praying that the other would say yes. Aeyoung puts the music back on and being on par, they start. Neither of them do it equally and Jimin tries to see the reflection. He sees what Wooyoung is doing and decides whether he likes it or not, whether he imitates it or not.
There are a couple of things Jimin liked most about him, a couple of problems he perceived. Tiny things that put his dancer side to work. Being careful, Wooyoung doesn't issue comments regarding Jimin, at most that something hurts or what bothers him about himself when moving. Wooyoung also avoids going to hug or touch Jimin.
Each one goes about his business, without disturbing, without judging, without bothering. It's phenomenal and very enjoyable. After finishing, Jimin drops on top of him, slowly sliding to the floor with Wooyoung laughing.
"Ayyyy... Now my whole body hurts... we need to put a stopwatch on." whines Jimin, his hair messed up in the ponytail he made for himself before starting.
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FanfictionThey escaped. They really escaped and yet, they keep asking themselves: Why? "We are alive... we really are alive, but does it feel like it? We are seven fallen, broken, contaminated savages. Maybe the secret, is that we're alive on the outside and...