Kim Taehyung finds himself caught in a summer lovin' while exploring the beautiful Italian city of Florence, but his situation's a little more complex and complicated, confusing him about his decisions and actions later on. What will he do at the en...
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SIX Summer Fever
I had finally committed the gravest mistake I could possibly do in Jungkook and I's relationship --- asking another person to stay for the night.
I was cheating. Well, as I had said before, I was basically cheating on him since the day I met Jin, and asking him to stay was the worst of it all. But at the moment, I didn't give much thought of it or give a ten cent’s fuck, much less cared of the repercussions it would cause.
That night, Jin was all I saw and heard.
Conscience and guilt were nowhere to be found.
A little shy nod from Jin was all it took.
I remembered our shallow breaths intermingling as soon as we managed to enter my suite amidst the frantic effort to open the door, anticipating what was inevitably coming. I lifted Jin as if he weighed nothing and pinned him up against the wall, chest to chest. Two slender legs automatically wrapped around my waist while a pair of delicate arms wound around my neck. My lips carefully drifted to the side of his long neck, lingering a little at the hollow of his sexy collarbone as I went down and back again, kissing and nipping the soft skin playfully, leaving my marks along the way. Our hands were running through our bodies. Jin was clawing my back while I was massaging his tiny waist before silencing his enticing moans with my lips again.
We were melting in each other's fingertips.
We slowly tongue fucked --- the slow kind which made me horny as fuck and like tying cherry stem into a knot with our tongues. I let out a frustrated grunt when the heat between us was becoming unbearable, losing composure.
I craved the heat inside of Jin more.
I impatiently gathered him in my arms and carried him all the way to the king-sized bed. I put him down carefully like a fragile doll, but I hid my surprise when Jin sat up deliberately and stood in front of me. He leaned in and grabbed the collars of my shirt so he could lean down, whispering sultrily just a breath away from my lips, "Sit."
I obliged. I sat on the bed, legs man spread, while both of my hands were supporting my weight on each side. My eyes were watchful and penetrating as I observed Jin's every movement, gesture, and expression.
Jin strode a few steps away from the bed, and oh-so-slowly turned around to meet my lustful gaze --- and what did it for me was when the man before me bit his lower plump lip, teasing.
My raging hard-on was angry at him.
I wanted to bite those lips like cherries in between my teeth.
