My Sweetest Thing (I Will Devour You) TAEKOOK COMPLETE (18+)

Chapter 5

Taehyung is a vision; his stance is as defiant as it is vulnerable, his seductive, dark eyes full of challenge, his figure all curves and endless, tanned legs. Long fingers fan over the bend of his jutting hip – he's waiting.

Jungkook wants, more than anything, to rip off the small, tight shorts that have the audacity to interrupt the glorious expanse of flesh.

"Fuck." Puffs out of him and all his will power melts in a mere second.

He moves so fast that Taehyung jumps a little when, like some caveman, Jungkook grabs him and drags him out of the lift by the arm. He picks up the clothes, throws Taehyung on his shoulder like he weighs nothing and heads for his apartment without a word.

It's a struggle, the most profound Jungkook has ever had.

The conflict between bone-deep lust and wanting to protect Taehyung rages inside him to the point of him feeling demented. He wants to fight his nature but it's difficult when he wants Taehyung more than he has ever wanted anyone – and he knows it's about more than just his genetic make-up fulfilling its destiny.

It's not fair, Jungkook wants all of Taehyung, not just his body – he wants his mind, his heart... but he doubts he can handle his Fork in the face of such perfection.

This is too dangerous...

...but Taehyung blinds Jungkook.

Taehyung feels the cold wall against his naked back when his feet touch the ground most unceremoniously. His frustration builds when, as soon as he reaches for Jungkook, his arm is twisted behind him and his whole figure is forced to bend against the hard flesh.

Between the cold wall and the hot flesh, Taehyung can hardly breathe.

The intensity with which Jungkook stares at him is almost scary, he is right in Taehyung's face, so close it's a dance of breath on breath. They stare at each other, as if waiting for something, but Taehyung has no patience for waiting or staring contests, he needs Jungkook, now.

He struggles against the hold but the grip merely tightens, arching him closer, sinking him further against Jungkook's hard body.

"Ohh.." Taehyung can't help the soft moan when a thick thigh presses between his legs. "Jungkook-ahh..." He whines, "Please..." He tries to caress the perfect curve of Jungkook's chest with his free hand but a mean grip around his wrist stops him. The tension across Jungkook's cheek dents the flesh into an angry dimple.

Taehyung huffs in annoyance. This is ridiculous, why bring him here, then do nothing? His indignation reminds him, shouldn't he be at least a little bit pissed off about being left hanging when Jungkook didn't answer his messages or his door?

Fuming, he snorts:

"Make up your mind." He fights and pushes against the chest, but Jungkook is like a brick wall, unmoving.

"You gonna kiss me or what?" He challenges, chin lifting, eyes sparkling with angry fire.

It may seem like it, but Jungkook is not playing games, he is desperately trying to claw together his final dregs of composure because he knows taking this step will most probably be the one where there is no coming back from.

He can't tear his gaze away from Taehyung's dark eyes, they are so vulnerable, innocent yet wanton... Jungkook's whole being is surrounded by his delicious smell... the sweet, sweet smell of Taehyung... and the warm softness of his body, the surprising delicacy of it... it burns in his hold.