Don't Blame Me || Jeongcheol

Chapter 28

The suddenness of Seungcheol action caught Jeonghan off guard, his eyes widening in surprise as Seungcheol's lips crashed against his. The kiss was rough, filled with the pain and anger that were still coursing through Seungcheol's veins. Jeonghan's body went boneless beneath the onslaught, his hands flying up to grip Seungcheol's arms for support.

Seungcheol deepened the kiss, one hand moving to grip Jeonghan's chin, tilting his head back for better access. His tongue pushed into Jeonghan's mouth, claiming and possessive, as if trying to mark him as his. The kiss was intense, brutal even, a mix of passion and pain.

Jeonghan's body responded on instinct, despite the guilt and self-loathing that still coursed through him. His hands clung to Seungcheol, his body arching into the kiss, the pain and anger in it somehow a twisted form of comfort that he desperately needed.

Seungcheol's other hand dug into Jeonghan's hip, his fingers bruising the skin as he pulled him close, his body pressing tightly against Jeonghan's. The kiss was relentless, a mix of punishment and comfort, a claim and a plea.

Jeonghan's breath was coming in sharp gasps now, his body pressed tightly against Seungcheol's. The kiss was overwhelming, the mix of lust and pain, the possessive hold on his body, the intensity of the moment making him dizzy. He couldn't think, he couldn't breathe, all he could do was surrender himself to the kiss, letting it take him under.

Seungcheol broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Jeonghan's jaw, his breath hot against his skin. His tongue traced a path down Jeonghan's neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin as he left a trail of possessive marks.

Jeonghan's head fell back, exposing more of his neck to Seungcheol's assault. A moan escaped his lips, the sensation of Seungcheol's lips and teeth against his skin making his body shiver with a mix of pain and pleasure.

Seungcheol's hands were everywhere now, touching, caressing, claiming. His lips were back on Jeonghan's, his kisses demanding and controlling. It was a brutal kiss, filled with the pain and anger that still pulsed through his veins.

Jeonghan was lost in the sensation of it all, his body responding to every touch, every kiss. The guilt and shame were still there, but they were pushed down, overshadowed by the raw need that Seungcheol was igniting in him.

Jeonghan let out a gasp of surprise as Seungcheol picked him up effortlessly, his strong arms easily carrying him. He instinctively wrapped his legs around Seungcheol's waist, his body pressed tightly against him as Seungcheol carried him towards the bedroom.

Seungcheol pushed open the bedroom door, his steps determined and urgent. He carried Jeonghan over to the bed, laying him down gently before climbing on top of him, his body covering Jeonghan's. His mouth trailed down Jeonghan's neck again, his hands working to remove Jeonghan's shirt, exposing more skin to kiss and mark.

Jeonghan's body was a mix of sensations, the coolness of the sheets against his back, the weight of Seungcheol on top of him, the fire in his kisses that scorched his skin. His hands gripped Seungcheol's shoulders, his fingers digging into the flesh as he tried to ground himself.

Seungcheol's kisses moved down Jeonghan's chest, his tongue tracing a path over the exposed skin. His hands were working quickly now, stripping off Jeonghan's pants, revealing more and more of his skin to Seungcheol's attention.

Jeonghan's body was trembling now, every touch and kiss sending shivers of pleasure and pain through him. He felt both vulnerable and safe under Seungcheol's gaze, the conflicting emotions making his head spin. His hands tangled in Seungcheol's hair, his moans and gasps filling the room.

Seungcheol's lips traced a path down Jeonghan's body, leaving a trail of biting kisses that marked him as his. His hands explored Jeonghan's body, each touch claiming and possessive. He wanted to hurt Jeonghan, to make him feel a fraction of the pain he was feeling, but he also wanted to comfort him, to show him that despite everything, he still cared, even if he was still seething with anger.