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08. Taehyun/Beomgyu

Taehyun

Waking up with Beomgyu in my arms was a dream I seriously thought I'd never realize, and yet here he was. In my arms. Even with the mess with Hana looming over us, I couldn't ever remember being this happy.

We'd spent the last few days getting Beomgyu a new wardrobe, seeing the city, and kind of having a stay-cation honeymoon. I still planned to take him to Italy when the time was right.

There had been no sign of Hana or her family, and that worried me. Even with the small tracker Hamill implanted in Beomgyu's hand, I had a hard time letting him out of my sight. Having Kim around helped, but I was paranoid as hell. I wasn't sure that my possessiveness would end when Hana was gone.

"Morning, baby boy," I crooned softly when Beomgyu started to stir. I stroked my hand gently down the side of his face, needing to touch him and relearn each inch of his beautiful features. My heart stuttered in my chest when he turned his head and smiled at me.

"Morning, sir," he murmured.

"You're awfully cute when you're sleeping."

I laughed softly at the blush of color that filled Beomgyu's face. I didn't want to make any louder sound as it might break the intimate bubble surrounding us.

"On your side, baby boy." My heart started beating faster with the knowledge that I was going to claim Beomgyu again. "Pull your leg up."

Once Beomgyu had rolled over onto his side, I scooted up behind him. I leaned over and licked up his spine, moaning in delight when his unique taste hit my tongue.

No one tasted like my baby boy.

Beomgyu groaned and arched his back, pressing his ass back toward my groin. I ran my hands down his arms as I leaned closer to whisper into his ear, "Someone likes that, don't they?"

"Yes," Beomgyu hissed.

He tilted his head to the side, baring more of his neck. I took it for the invitation that it was and started nibbling along the corded muscles on his neck. I hungrily ate up every single shudder, every moan that fell from his lips.

Every time my gaze met Beomgyu's, my heart turned over in response. The longing in his pretty eyes drove my desire to new heights.

Beomgyu's very nearness was overwhelming.

I took his face in my hand and held it gently, tilting it toward me. "You are mine, Beomgyu," I whispered just before I lowered my lips to his. The kiss was slow and thoughtful, sending shivers of desire racing through me.

I traced the fullness of Beomgyu's lips with my tongue, groaning when I felt his tongue dart out and brush against mine. I deepened the kiss, my tongue pushing in to explore the recesses of his mouth as I gave myself freely to the passion pounding through me.

I moved my hand down Beomgyu's neck to his chest, searching for pleasure points. I wanted him to feel everything I was feeling through my touch. I slid my hand along his silken chest to one hardened nipple.

I heard his sharp inhale as I tugged at the little nub, rubbing it between my fingers. My touch was light and teasing, meant to drive Beomgyu to forget everything except the man loving on him.

"I can't wait to feel my cock in your ass," I murmured into his ear. "It's so tight, so perfect. The way you hold me... You were made for me, baby boy."

"Yes," Beomgyu cried out. "Now, please."

"Soon, baby. I have to get you ready first." I wanted nothing more than to sink my aching cock as deep inside of Beomgyu as it would go, but I would never do anything that caused him harm. As much as it pained me, I had to wait.