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

Chapter 19

His fingers reach back and find a way to Jungkook's hair which is hanging down at his cheek, where the man pants and groans, swearing under his breath while he ploughs Taehyung into the bed, the old frame complaining at the force of his movements.

When a greedy mouth bites a wet suck at the back of Taehyung's neck, he feels himself surrender... moaning, so wanton, taking every thrust so deep inside that he's sure he'll die from pleasure. Unforgiving and unconcerned, Jungkook carries on, pressing him down, fingers harshly tangled in Taehyung's hair.

Desperate to touch whichever part of Jungkook he can reach, Taehyung scratches at the hip, demanding more. Then, suddenly, he whines, his deep voice breaking when his orgasm pulls him into endless pleasure completely unexpectedly. Shuddering and crying, he comes into the sweaty sheets while Jungkook carries on, in and out, like an angry piston, his hips slapping at the pink ass cheeks with every shove. Even when it's too much, Jungkook never stops, just carries on ruthlessly pounding into him, over and over...

Taehyung loses himself completely for a moment when darkness threatens his consciousness, just when Jungkook slams in for the last time, his whole body tensing with rigour. He collapses on top of Taehyung, burying his face into the neck.

"Smell...so fucking...good..." He licks at everything he can reach, tasting the beading sweat off Taehyung's skin while his dick throbs inside the heat, finally pulsing and relieving the pressure for what feels like forever.

Taehyung is drifting in and out, his body feels totally spent in its sweet exhaustion, he can't feel his limbs and Jungkook is so warm all around him. He wants to stay here forever, entirely surrounded and possessed by Jungkook.

Jungkook has no idea what time it is when he wakes up, an ache dragging him out of his dreams. Disoriented in the dark, for a moment, he's not even sure where he is. Everything pulls into sharp focus when he tries to adjust the sore arm that woke him, only to find a heavy chain shackled at his wrist.

Flashes of red moments from before invade his mind and shocked, he looks for Taehyung. Did that really happen?

It's obvious now that there are significant chunks of time when the red haze of his Fork takes over completely, when Jungkook, as a person, has little power over his monster's whims and wants. Right now, though, his mind feels clear.

Could it be that the sex is really helping him? He doesn't dare to hope.

Taehyung's figure breathes peacefully right alongside him, smooth back aligned with his side. He is so calm that Jungkook doesn't wake him, he merely kisses a smooth shoulder.

Shifting to his side, Jungkook sinks a nose into the soft hair. Taehyung's scent is almost overpowering to him now, it's like a sea of treacle, sticky and sweet and he is stuck in it, he can't think of anything else.

His favourite part, the glorious curve of the hip rising from the dip of the waist is right there, screaming for him to touch, barely covered by the thin sheet falling off the soft shape. Tempted, Jungkook tugs at the cover and tries to pull it off completely without disturbing the sleeping figure.

The beauty of Taehyung makes him ache.

In the dark, lit only by the glow of the lamp in the distance, the skin looks like the softest fabric, smooth and warm, perfectly wrapped around the divine body that is soft in all the right places.