Busan Express [Taekook]

50. kiss on the countertop

Are we just going to wander around? Oh, and what about lunch? Should I pack something, or are we eating out? I can make us a picnic basket! And should I bring---

Jungkook suddenly closed the distance between them, capturing Taehyung's lips in a firm, soft kiss, effectively silencing his rambling.
Jungkook just couldn't resist how mesmerizing Taehyung looked. With a swift and smooth motion, Jungkook hoisted Taehyung up by his thighs, effortlessly displaying his strength. He set Taehyung down on the kitchen counter. Taehyung instinctively wrapped his legs around Jungkook's waist, pulling him closer. His fingers clung tightly to Jungkook's shoulders, and a soft gasp escaped his lips.
Jungkook took the opportunity, his tongue slipping into Taehyung's mouth with a mix of urgency and tenderness. Taehyung's initial surprise melted into submission, matching Jungkook's rhythm as he mirrored his movements, their tongues dancing in a heated, intimate exchange.

Every stroke of Jungkook's tongue sent shivers down Taehyung's spine, making him melt into the moment.
Taehyung's hands were gripping the spatula, his knuckles turning white from the intensity of the kiss. The kiss deepened, becoming more fervent, their breaths mingling in the charged air between them. Taehyung could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest, the unexpected kiss sending electric sparks through his entire body. Every touch from Jungkook ignited his senses, leaving him breathless and yearning for more.

Jungkook's hands moved to Taehyung's waist, gripping him tightly as if anchoring himself to the moment. The spatula clattered to the floor as Taehyung let it go, his fingers finding their way to Jungkook's hair, pulling him even closer. Taehyung's heart raced, pounding in his chest with every touch, every kiss. 

Jungkook's kisses trailed from Taehyung's mouth to his jawline, nipping gently at the sensitive skin. Taehyung gasped, his head tilting back to give Jungkook better access. Jungkook's hands slid up under Taehyung's shirt, his touch igniting a trail of fire across Taehyung's skin. Taehyung's breath hitched as Jungkook's lips found the spot just below his ear, sucking lightly and making his knees go weak.
"Jungkook," Taehyung breathed, his voice a mix of need and desire. Jungkook responded with a low, throaty hum, the sound vibrating against Taehyung's skin and sending another wave of pleasure through him.

Taehyung's mind was a whirlwind of sensations, but as soon as Jungkook's hands dangerously caressed his hips, a sharp, familiar pang of insecurity jolted him out of his daze, his brain's defense mechanism kicking in to protect him from potential hurt. The doorbell ringing acted as a timely interruption, grounding him back to reality and giving him a moment to regain his composure.

When the doorbell rang, Taehyung silently thanked the heavens for the interruption. He knew that if they had continued, Jungkook would have definitely felt hurt by his sudden withdrawal. The unexpected distraction gave Taehyung a moment to breathe and collect himself.
Taehyung feels a deep sense of vulnerability and anxiety. He wants to give Jungkook everything—his heart and his body—but he is burdened by an underlying insecurity. Taehyung knows he can't hide anything from his own husband and that Jungkook will eventually notice something is off. The weight of his insecurity presses on him, and he resolves to talk to Jungkook today. He hopes that by being open and asking for time, he can address his feelings and strengthen their bond. He knows that Jungkook will understand him.

Jungkook didn’t detach, still kissing Taehyung's neck with fervent intensity.

"Jungkook, someone's at the door." Taehyung managed to gasp out, his voice laced with urgency.

Jungkook pulled away slightly and said, "I don't care."

Taehyung insisted, "Jungkook, seriously, see who's there."