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

Chapter 20

They lie still for a while, just enjoying the closeness while they catch their breath. The sun is already up, quite high in the sky, it looks to be another glorious summer's day.

"How are you feeling...? You seem a bit... calmer." Taehyung asks, tentatively.

"I don't know... a bit clearer I guess. But all I want to do is have you whichever way possible, that hasn't changed." He speaks in Taehyung's neck, sending shivers down his back when he licks across the skin, all possessive.

"Even now? When we've just finished?"

"Especially now..." Jungkook hums and pushes his hardness deeper, teasing.

"Oh... god. A break! I need a break!" Taehyung squeals, lifting a hand up.

Jungkook holds him tight just long enough for him to wonder if he's ever going to let him go, then the arm around him pulls away, the rest of him following.

"Holyshttt...." Jungkook mutters, admiring the cascade of come falling out of the used hole when he pulls out.

"What are you doing?!" Taehyung blushes at the stare and covers the mess with his hand, getting up awkwardly using only one arm. He climbs out of bed and runs to the bathroom.

"Hey! I was enjoying that!" Jungkook calls after him, chuckling.

Sound of the shower drifts in to the bedroom. Jungkook leans back, smiling.

When he returns, Taehyung is gorgeously pink and wet with his hair swept back, wrapped in a towel.

"You hungry?" He asks, going through his pile of clothes. Everything is dirty.

"Starving." But his dark eyes merely stare at Taehyung.

"Seriously. You need food. And a shower... I'll hook you onto the railing in the bathroom, change the bed and then you can get a clean bed and eat in it."

"It's ok, I'm fine. Let me off and I'll have a shower, I'll be okay eating with you at the table."

Taehyung lifts an eyebrow, not convinced.

"I don't think so. I trust you, baby, it's your Fork I have an issue with. I don't think we can take anymore risks."

He doesn't do it on purpose but when Taehyung's hand slides over his bruised throat, Jungkook doesn't say another word. He just nods, apologetic.

Taehyung strolls to Jungkook's wardrobe. "Can I wear something of yours? I've run out of clean clothes..."

"The door on the right." Jungkook says, ignoring the falling towel with difficulty.

"Do you mind which one?" Taehyung eyes at the tall piles of t-shirts, almost all of them black.

"One of the white ones off the top shelf..." Jungkook says, his voice lower at the thought of how all that glorious skin will glow against the white.

Taehyung chooses a nice, soft, loose one. The fabric hangs down to his thighs, just, he doesn't bother with anything else for the moment.

It's difficult to stay focused with the sight of the naked Jungkook, leisurely walking, collared, the heavy chain hanging behind him and reaching Taehyung's hand like a heavy-duty dog lead. It's enough to lose one's sanity, even when Taehyung already seems to ache sweetly, everywhere, the sight still gets his blood pumping.