Strike A Match ✓

FIFTEEN

"K─keep going like that, please, you feel so good─" The angel moans, throwing his head back.

However the male does the exact opposite. He slows down, fingers gripping his soft cheeks as he glares down at him from above.

"Eyes on me, pretty. Look at me or I'll stop."

Taehyung reopens his orbs, although half-lidded. Immense pleasure courses throughout his entire body when the devil picks up his pace yet again, hitting the deepest and best spots inside of him.

His small hands reach to grip his muscular arms, however he starts squirming when he becomes overly sensitive, his previous orgasms still present on his stomach.

His fingers trail upwards, sink into the man's shoulders and tear down his skin when he delivers a specific hard thrust.

"Ngh.. Can't! 'S too much, s─stop─" He weakly moans, tears build up in his eyes.

"Hm? Stop? You want me to stop, little angel?" Jeongguk raises his brow, smirking down at him when he completely pauses his movements.

Taehyung takes a few deep breaths, pulling the male closer to his own body up until the point there is no more space left between them. He shakes his head.

"No.. don't stop, please don't ever stop." He almost cries, hands entangling in Jeongguk's hair and tugging on the locks.

The devil hides his own face in the angel's shoulder and neck, kissing, sucking, licking and biting down on his soft skin.

He groans, moans the angel's name and that managed to set Taehyung off once again.

Coming over his own soft stomach for the third time, he starts ranting out the male's name.

"Fucking hell, angel. What are you doing to me?" The man rasps out, slightly lifting himself up so he could stare back into the boy's eyes whilst he hammers inside of him without remorse.

A few hairs stick to forehead, causing him to look hotter than ever. Droplets of sweat trail down his neck and this time Taehyung doesn't refrain himself from leaning in closer and licking them up─ gaining an immediate reaction.

The devil's hips start to stutter and with one last thrust he pushes in as far as he can─ finally coming undone.

"Fuck!"

He groans, throws his head back before letting himself fall back against the angel under his grasp.

Taehyung moans in a bruised voice at the feeling, arms locking around the man on top of him and pulling him in as close as he can get.

The angel's eyes shoot open, panting for air. His entire body tingles, heart races in its confinements and when his hand feels something sticky, he glances down only to his absolute shock finding out that he managed to come from a dream.

His face is flushed hot as if he has a fever, hair sticking to his forehead.

The dream felt so insanely real that his arms now actually feel empty, missing a warmth and certain connection that was never there in the first place whilst he sniffles, "Jeongguk.."

His emotions are everywhere at once, confusing him to the fullest.

After cleaning himself up and putting on some other clothes, he ignores the way his eyes managed to catch up on the fact that he now only has four more ranks left once he passed by the board in the familiar hall.

He proceeds with some duties such as listening to a few prayers and continues to keep an eye on the humans in Heaven next, bending down to pick up a fluffy small and special dog he remembers all too well.

"Hey there little guy, how are you doing?" He smiles at the creature, giggling softly to himself when it licks his cheek.

"Taehyung!"

The boy shuts his eyes tight for a second, bracing himself before he turns around to face his friend.

"Seokjin.. hello." He tries to smile, however after seeing the man's expression he already knows what's coming for him.

"Taehyung-ah... what is happening to you? Jimin talked to me about it and we're both deeply concerned. You won't talk to us about it and we've been seeing you less and less. Jimin even told me he told you he wanted to keep his distance from you.." The other angel gushes, an unreadable expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, Seokjin-hyung. I can't tell you.. but I'm alright. I really am. You guys mustn't worry about me, I'll be okay." He affirms, giving him a smile.

Seokjin's eyebrows contort even further and his mouth opens and closes wanting to speak up, but the angel in front of him beat him to it.

"Keep in mind that whatever happens, you guys will always be my best friends, even if you won't feel the same way anymore someday."

With that, the white haired boy turns around and walks away─ leaving Seokjin to squint his eyes wondering if there really is a singular black with a hint of red feather stuck between his other pearly ones, and whether the male is even aware of it himself or not.