Make You Feel My Love

Everywhere

Jeongin POV

"Oh, god, yes..." Just like that." I gasped, my mouth agape as I guide Chan's mouth over my throat, praising the way his teeth scrapped against the pulse in my throat. I was certain by that point my neck and chest were a mess of fresh hickies, just like his.

We'd spent the better part on the afternoon and evening making out, slow- unhurried, our mouths and hands feasting at each other's warm skin...everywhere- like we used to when we first started dating.

It was...

Hot.

At that point, I was straddling his lap, giving him the perfect angle to bury his face in my chest, which he was doing just then, his tongue lashing out between the sloppy kisses he was leaving on my sternum. My breath caught as my eyes rolled back in ecstasy, my hips winding slowly against him... knowing he was rock hard- even if he wasn't mentioning it.

"Kit, fuck- Kit..." he groaned, his hands squeezing the top swell of my ass- halting my eager gyrations.

I took his face between my hands, drawing his mouth to mine, kissing away his words- replacing them with the feel of my tongue wrapping with his- my body longed for him. I shifted, letting myself fall back, changing our positions so he had to straddle me or let go.

He relented without hesitation, our slow, subtle back and forth of control not lost on me. He was offering- suggesting, sweetly-that I might like to be in control... top him for the night. And as appealing as it was, especially since his thick ass was nestled against my cock... In that moment, I needed him to be my big, alpha male boyfriend and protect me- love me like only he could.

But- that didn't stop me from groaning low and wanting when he ground himself against my length, rocking his hips the way I liked, his eyes going soft as he bit his lip and rutted against me through our clothes. "Baby..." he sighed, looking down at me- his eyes hazy. I held his hands, planted on my chest, and almost changed my mind...

"Channie..." I struggled out. He halted, listening intently. "Can..?" I attempted, growing shy. "Will... um.." I tried again, blowing out a long breath.

He smiled sweetly, his thumb running over my bottom lip. "Just tell me what you need, Kit." He told me quietly, patiently.

That.

That is what I needed. His sweetness- his giving... his love.

"Make love to me, Oppa." I whispered.

He said nothing, just nodded once- his expression changing... going so quickly from soft pliant Channie to his darker, more authoritative persona. He crawled backwards down my body, no longer straddling my hips.

His hands were on my skin, running down my sides to hook his fingers in the waistband of my pants- which had miraculously remained on throughout our make out session. "You're sure?" he grit out before pulling my pants down. He was kneeling next to me,

I nodded, "Yes- god, yes, baby...please." I whined and lifted my hips so he could pull my sleep pants off with one swift motion. I was bared to him, and the sound he made low in his throat was one of divine torture... of longing and gratitude.