Did We Love Each Other ✔️

Chapter 18

Taehyung lowered himself to his knees on the slick, wet tiles after turning off the shower. The steady patter of water faded, leaving only the damp chill that clung to their skin, each droplet sliding lazily down. His gaze lingered-unblinking-on the younger's stomach, where water still traced its path to the glistening belly button. One palm braced against the cold wall, the other finding its way to a narrow waist, fingers curling gently yet possessively. The bandaged wound there was soaked, the fabric clinging and fragile.

He stared at it for a long, quiet beat before leaning in, lips brushing the edge of the damp bandage. The younger exhaled a soft, almost reluctant moan-submissive and vulnerable-at the ghost of the kiss. Taehyung pulled back slightly, but his hunger didn't. His lips wandered lower, hovering over the belly button as if testing the restraint he was quickly losing. Desire pulsed in him, slow but insistent, wrapping around his thoughts and swallowing reason whole.

Parting his lips slightly, he exhaled a slow breath of warm air against the younger's bare belly button, the teasing heat making the younger tilt his head back, desire already pooling in his gaze. His mouth drifted closer, brushing rough lips over the sensitive skin, pressing there with unhurried intent. A shiver rippled through the younger, his head falling back further, one hand instinctively curling around his own nape while the other slipped into the elder's hair. His teeth caught his bottom lip, biting down softly as the pleasure began to spread through every inch of him.

The elder's cool lips lingered, tracing slow, deliberate circles over the same spot, his mouth damp with kisses, leaving a faint trail of wetness. He moved languidly, letting the saliva cling to skin before spreading it further with his lips. Fingers tangled tightly in blond strands, the younger tugged him closer to his lower abdomen, needing that touch to soothe the heat climbing higher inside him.

Taehyung parted his lips, pressing delicate butterfly kisses across Jungkook's abdomen. The younger instinctively rose onto his toes, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. He shook his head slightly, as if to escape the spreading heat curling through him-but it was useless. His breath hitched when Taehyung's mouth found his belly button, lips and tongue working with a slow, deliberate hunger. The sensation made his knees threaten to give way, his eyes glistening with the sting of overwhelming pleasure.

"Hyungiee..." Jungkook's voice cracked in a soft, breathless moan. At the sound, Taehyung stilled for a heartbeat-then pressed his lips deeper into the curve of Jungkook's stomach, before beginning a slow ascent upward, leaving a warm trail along damp skin. Every inch stolen by those lips made Jungkook feel like his entire body might simply melt away under the rising tide of heat.

Taehyung paused, his lips stilling against the soft bare bosoms before him. He leaned back slightly, his almond eyes narrowing as he took in the sight before him-closer than he had ever dared before. It was his first time seeing them like this, so near, so bare, and the sight alone sent a shiver through him. A low heat curled in his stomach, and he felt himself reacting just from looking. His hands slid firmly to the younger's waist, gripping and lifting him until the smaller frame stood upright on the slick, wet floor. Taehyung's gaze never left him as he stepped in, closing the distance until his face is nestled against the younger's exposed cleavage.

Jungkook's breath hitched, chest rising and falling in rapid rhythm, the unexpected closeness leaving him trembling. When Taehyung's lips pressed into his skin, kissing slowly-too slowly-over the delicate dip between his bosoms, Jungkook's small fingers instinctively dug into the elder's nape and shoulder, holding on as if the floor might give way beneath him.

Jungkook's lips brushed over the elder's soft, silky blond hair, the strands spilling against his chin and neck. The feather-light ends tickled his skin, drawing out a subtle shiver. His hand slipped from the shoulder, weaving into the blond locks, fingers pressing at the back of the head to pull him closer, closer to his own warmth.